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Zeak and Zeb

My Brother will play Zeak in this story and I will play Zeb.

I’es sho don’t know about those revenuers Zeak, buts I can tell you it’s not goines to be easy, to out maneuvers them on jack rabbit mountain with a load of moonshine. We’s went down the old buck path to gets some good old moonshine we made about two weeks ago. After getting a couple of crocker bags and filling them with some of ours special brew. We had to stop back by the barn to get some straw to pack our moonshine in. Zeak had to climb up to the loaf. Zeak said ZEB ARE YOU READY? I’s ready. Zeak had one end of the rope tied to a bail of hay. Zeb had the other end. What Zeb didn’t know, that one end of the rope was wrapped around his leg and when Zeak threw that bail of straw down, the rope tighten around Zebs leg and up he went. Dangling around in the air Zeb hollered Zeak get’s me down. After getting the moonshine packed, they loaded it in there supped up ‘hot rod ford’ with “three”, two barrel carburetors, and dual exhaust. They jumped in the ford and they were off. Cruising around Jack Rabbit Mountain with duel exhaust

Running Moonshine in the old Ford!

Running Moonshine in the old Ford!

pipes a bellowing and echoing in the mountains. Zeak said what a beautiful sound that is. Zeak said Zeb watch out for the revenuers , Zeb yelled I’s watching. They were going down a steep hill they could see the valley below. Both knowing, those revenuers could be hanging out there somewhere. When they reached the valley there was this old shack along side the road, as they passed it Zeb said “up’s”. Zeak said what do you mean “up’s” he’s a coming, who’s coming the Revenuers. Zeak looked in the review mirror, three cars with blue lights on. Zeak put the peddle to the metal and when those three deuces kicked in, all you could see was a streak of light going down the road. What we going to do Zeak? We’s going to out run them Zeb. Zeak rounding the next curve and Zeak said hang on Zeb, I’s a hanging. Where’s we headed Zeak? To’s the river. Zeak made a hard right turn onto a dirt road the dust was so bad those revenuers could not see how to stay on the road. Besides those stock Chevrolets couldn’t out run a pole cat on a good day. Ha. The River is close Zeak, yea I know. As they approached the river Zeak hollered hang on. Zeb said o mercy me you’re not going to jump the river Zeak? Aha. Let me tell you when that Ford went air borne we’s were hanging on for dear life. Zeak looked over at Zeb and his face was as white as a ghost, his finger tips were white as snow from holding onto the dash. When the car landed on the other side the landing was smooth as glass. Zeb told Zeak, you did it again. They had out run the revenuers. So the Zeak and Zeb Boys had done it again. “Halleluiah”.

The old man says “Don’t try jumping the river with your car!”.

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Tennessee Bound!

Grandma and Grandpa and two of the Grandkids (ha ha!) are driving down the highway. Traveling from Orlando, Florida to Jackson, Tennessee. The grandkids riding along in the back seat were Emily, and Amanda. Amanda asked Grandma how far it is to Jackson, Tennessee. She said “about eight hundred miles!”. I was thinking “way too far with two grandkids in the back seat!” but dared not to say any thing with grandma in the car! We left Orlando about eight o’clock am. We were traveling down interstate seventy-five when Emily asked how many hours it will take to drive to Jackson. “About fourteen hours”, and then she asked “will we get there this evening?” Grandma told her “no we will spend the night in Atlanta Georgia”.

We stopped at a McDonald’s for breakfast and that made the kids happy, besides I like McDonald’s sausage and biscuits. Cruising down the highway at seventy miles an hour we read a sign that read Farmers Market, we decided to stop and have a look., The grand kids had a good time looking at all the vegetables. Once we were back on the road again Grandma asked the kids “why don’t you Girls write a song?” they thought about it for a few minutes and said “ok if Grandma will help us!” Grandma said “ok”.

Sung to the tune of the Wabash Cannon Ball.

On a bright and sunny morning, On a trip to Tennessee, without both our parents, my brother beside me.

A trip to Tennessee, I’m wondering what I will see. From the flat lands of Florida to the rolling hills for me

There’s always a lot of traffic, but the sights are very good,  especially the wildflowers growing all along the roads.

We had to pass a bee truck we’re killing all the bees, crashing on the windshield not going with the breeze.

On a trip to Tennessee, my Granddaughters with me, I can’t help to think how lucky I must be.

There’s seldom a quiet moment, I can’t be still,  you see they make me much feel younger than my body seems to be.

We got off the highway for to stop and get some lunch.  Grandpa got some gas,  but it wasn’t from his lunch.

We went back on the highway after Grandpa got his gas. looking for The Farmers market the thing we could not pass.

When we arrived at the market, we bought some yellow squash, watermelon and peaches and they did not cost us much.

Then we left the farmers market, with our Chevy van.  As we made our way to the highway we’re on the road again.

And we reached Atlanta right before 6:30 then we stopped and rested at a Comfort Inn, Whoopee!

Written By My Very Own Grandchildren ©2008

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