Part 7 If Oak Trees Could Talk

2 Jul

Part 7 If Oak Trees Could Talk!

Hello Again Friends!  I love considering all of you  that take the time to listen or read my blogs as friends because I appreciate that you take your time each week to visit my site or to “tune in” to my videos!

Friends give of their time generously and I hope that I am giving you something special as well as I spend time doing these video blogs each week!  It is my hope that you are enjoying the story of If Oak Trees Could Talk!  I hope that you have pulled up a comfy chair and have you a coffee or tea in hand as we once again read If Oak Trees Could Talk!

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Today we will pick up and read the rest of Chapter 3 Henry’s Homework and begin in Chapter 4 Daddy’s Little Girl.

Now Henry was never what one would call religious,  however when you are in such darkness as Henry had been in, he realized that he needed help outside of himself to come out of the darkness.  He never questioned if there was a God, for his mother shared God with him at a very early age.  He always thought it strange that of all the memories that were lost to him that the ones his Momma shared with him about God had never left either.   And then there was his sweet Helen who was a strong believer in God and always told Henry that only God could help him now.  He never questioned God as to why he was in the darkness for he knew he had not lived a perfect life, however he did finally come to God and realize that God was the light in the darkness.  He never blamed God for what had happened to him.  Instead as Henry began to talk with God, he came to know Him and knew that God was with him.    When the memories of the old Oak tree started coming together to make sense, Henry somehow knew that God was using his old friend to bring back what he had lost over the past few months.  The fact that God was using a tree to help Henry might have seemed strange again to other people, but not to Henry.   After all, Henry reasoned, if God used a tree to save the whole world, then why couldn’t he use another tree to help save him?

Henry found himself frantically writing down the memories as they came, but his stiff hands were cramping under the pressure that he demanded of them.  Laboring, Henry had several full pages that he had accomplished.   They held precious memories that Henry refused to lose again.  He determined to read them over and over until they were permanently fixed and in the right time and place in his life.  It was as though he was learning a new language.  He spoke out the words aloud so that he could hear his own voice speak them.  Finally, when Henry felt confident that he had them in place, he opened a drawer in a small bedside table and placed his treasures inside.

Chapter 4

Daddy’s Little Girl!

“Mr. Tyler, your daughter is here to see you. Are you awake, Mr. Tyler?”   Nurse Wanda called to Henry as she raised his window shades to let the warm sunny rays shine into his room.  “Come on Sleepyhead, time to rise and shine!” The nurse continued.

“Hello Daddy, it’s me, Amelia. Do you know who I am today?”  Amelia questioned cautiously.

Amelia remembered the last time she had visited her dad. He became so disoriented that she had to leave because she couldn’t stand to see him in such a state.  Henry thought that she was her mother, Helen, which he often thought.   When Amelia could not answer a question that Henry asked her about when he and her mother had met, Henry became silent and either refused to talk or couldn’t talk with her any longer.  Amelia was heartbroken to see her Daddy in such a state.

Amelia was Henry and Helen’s only child. She indeed favored her mother.  She was breathtakingly beautiful, just like her mother Helen was at her age. Amelia had smooth ivory skin and luscious rich long blonde hair.  Her brilliant blue eyes had a glint that danced when she smiled.  Yes, she looked just like Helen, the one and only true love of her father.

Henry and Helen didn’t hold anything back when it came to Amelia.  She had everything that her heart desired, but yet she grew up with great values of what was important and what wasn’t.  Every day of Amelia’s life she saw what real love looked like. Her parents were passionately in love, even after many years of marriage.  They acted as though they were still teenagers.  They laughed with one another and held one another’s hands constantly. They were always tenderly touching one another, whether it was Helen patting Henry’s hand or Henry gently pushing Helen’s beautiful long hair away from her face.   As Amelia watched her parents she would often find herself smiling, shaking her head and desperately hoping that she could find love like that someday.

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Part 6 If Oak Trees Could Talk!

24 Jun

Part 6 If Oak Trees Could Talk!.

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Part 6 If Oak Trees Could Talk!

24 Jun

Part 6 If Oak Trees Could Talk

Book Cover for If Oak Trees Could Talk

Welcome back to my Video Blog!  I have been so thrilled with the response that I am receiving as I am attempting to do something new or at least new for me! My hope is to truly Inspire One Dreamer at a time!  I hope that you are that dreamer! This past week was Father’s Day!  Even though my characters are fictional in my books I always model them after people that have impacted my life!

In the main character is Henry William Tyler, I wrote this character based on my Precious Dad!  My Dad was a loving, passionate, larger than life man that I loved with all of my heart!  As I wrote the characters of Henry and Helen, it was my hope and desire to honor my wonderful parents!  So again I thank you for taking the time to “Tune in” or to read along as I continue to read today If Oak Trees Could Talk beginning in Chapter Three entitled Henry’s Homework!

Chapter 3

 

Henry’s Homework

The morning light came in unusually bright and Henry found himself awakened early and alone. His precious Helen had awakened even earlier and went back to her room before the nurses came to their rooms.  Henry squinted for a moment until his eyes adjusted themselves to the light. As he sat on his bed, he remembered some of what the Oak tree helped him to remember, but he really did not know if he had actually remembered it or if he had only dreamed about it.  Regardless, Henry decided to take action and regain some of his life.  He rang the on-call button frantically and impatiently for a nurse to come to him.

“Well, aren’t you up early and raring to go this find and glorious morning?  What’s your big emergency that you hit that button a dozen times or more?”

At first Henry did not recognize Nurse Wanda, but then he answered her.

“Pencil and paper, I want pencil and paper please.”

“Now why do you want a pencil and paper Mr. Tyler?   Are you fixing to write yourself a letter?”

“Yes, a letter sounds good.”  Henry answered with an urgent plea in his voice.

“Okay, Mr. Tyler, if you want a pencil and paper, then a pencil and paper you’re going to get!”  Nurse Wanda said as she was glad that Henry seemed to want to do something besides sit and stare.

It wasn’t long until Nurse Wanda returned to Henry’s room with his medicine, breakfast tray, and of course, a pencil and paper.

“What’s this for?”  Henry asked.  “You want me to do homework or something?”

“It’s for your letter that you were going to write.  Do you not remember asking me for a pencil and paper so that you could write a letter?”  Nurse Wanda probed.

“Yes, Mrs. Stone, I’ll take them home so that Mom can help me with my homework.”

“Yes Sir, Mr. Tyler, you just let your Momma help you okay?”

As Nurse Wanda left Henry alone once again, he stared at the blank piece of paper.  He thought as he looked upon it, that this is how his life had been, just a blank space that he couldn’t remember.  What kind of homework was he supposed to do? Henry wondered.  Before long, he found himself with pencil in hand.  He put the pencil on the paper and even to his amazement he began drawing a picture of his dearest friend.  As he drew, he drew branches extended wide and a huge trunk to an old tree.  He thought of how his friend towered above the others and so he drew it the entire length of the sheet of notebook paper.  As quick as a bolt of lightning, the memories from the night before came flooding back to him.  Henry began writing what he had remembered. As he penned the events of the night before, more and more thoughts kept coming into his mind. He wrote as fast as his stiff hands and fingers would allow him.  He wanted to capture every memory before they vanished away, possibly for forever.

At first the memories came just as a flash of something that seemed to be real.  However, then another image would come and still yet another one until finally Henry once again had enough of the pieces to realize that he had  real memories of a  whole event.  Every one of them always involved his old friend.   He frantically wrote down what he could see in his mind’s eyes.  He tried to pen down all the emotions as he experienced the events again, so that when Helen and dear Amelia read his letters, they would know why what they were reading was important to Henry.  Henry felt hope for the first time in months.  He felt as though he was reclaiming some resemblance of his life.  He knew that in his memory bank was a treasure chest of precious hidden treasures.  For whatever reason, the old Oak tree was serving as a key to help him open his treasures to share with others.

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Part 5 If Oak Trees Could Talk

17 Jun

Part 5 If Oak Trees Could Talk.

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Part 5 If Oak Trees Could Talk

17 Jun

Part 5  If Oak Trees Could Talk

If Oak Trees Could Talk! Inspirational Romance/Suspense

If Oak Trees Could Talk!
Inspirational Romance/Suspense

Thank you once again for taking the time to listen to my Video Blogs or reading along with my book If Oak Trees Could Talk!

I’ve really enjoyed doing the Video Blogs as this is a totally new experience for me!   However I feel that to make life exciting and to follow my dreams of being a writer, I have to keep stretching and coming out of my comfort zone! 

 I hope that these blogs will encourage you to step out and follow your dreams as well!

 

Chapter 2

A Momma’s Love

“There was never any one who encouraged me like my Momma did.  I recall that she once had this old straw broom that she swept the floors with.  There was barely any straw left on one side where she swept so much.  This was my chance to do something special for my Momma. I took some new straw, a piece of bailing wire, and a new hoe handle that I bought with money that I earned myself at Harper’s Hardware Store. I made my Momma a brand new broom.  I thought I had done a pretty good job on it.  The smile on my Momma’s face made me swell with pride when I presented her with her new broom.   Every time my Momma would sweep the floors with the broom, she would sing. I thought she seemed to smile more after that.   I was so encouraged by Momma’s smiles that I made making brooms my life’s profession.   Although it was not a glamorous profession, this talent made me a nice living.  I built brooms and sold them to Mr. Harper to put in his hardware store along with many other hardware stores throughout these United States.  I eventually took over our local Hardware Store after Mr. Harper died! Nah…it wasn’t glamorous or anything, but I was able to make a nice living for me and my Helen and little Amelia. I sure hope, like my Momma, that I was able to help a few folk along the way.  What more can you expect to do in a life old friend? Nothing more I reckon.”

“Old friend does that old swing still hang from your longest limb?  I was so happy when Dad hung that old swing up for me.  I think I was probably about eight, no maybe nine when he hung it up there for me. Do you remember that I raced home every day to swing?  I tried to make it my goal to go higher every day than I did the day before! Do you remember when I jumped out of that silly swing and about broke my fool neck?  Fortunately instead of my neck being broken, it was only my left arm.  I recall it was only a few days before school was out. That summer was one of the longest summers of my life.  I couldn’t go swimming or anything, and darn it, if my arm didn’t drive me crazy with its itching that could not be scratched because of that hot and heavy cast.  Well I said it was one of the longest summers, but it wasn’t all bad.  I seem to recall that I met my little darling Helen during that summer.”

Henry yawned as his thoughts began to run together and his eyes grew heavy.  Sleep was eminent but yet he tried to cram all that he could remember into a safe place in his heart where he could pull it out when he needed to place another piece of his puzzled life together.  He thought of his sweet little Amelia.  How she loved that swing, probably as much as Henry did when he was a child.  He pushed her for hours when she was a little girl and they talked and talked about what they both were going to be when they grew up.  Henry was of a mind that he was never going to grow old, for when his Helen was by his side, he always felt like that little nine year old boy.  He and Helen would romp and run and play with Amelia just like children.  Sometimes she acted older than her parents did, but they had a wonderful life full of laughter and love.  This was a life that Henry was determined to find again.  Maybe with the Oak trees help he could figure out how to get their lives back.

“Helen Elaine Meyers is her name.” Henry whispered with a smile.  “Do you know her? She and her family moved into the old Honeycutt house down the street.   She’s sure a pretty little thing isn’t she old friend?  I was just thinking of that Helen Meyers down the street. I bet she would really love my swing. What do you think? Yep she would love it.  I wouldn’t push her very high though.  I wouldn’t want to make her afraid of heights.  Can I tell you a secret that nobody else knows?  I think I’ll probably marry that little pigtailed, blue eyed girl one of these days.  Yep, I know that I’m only nine years old, but when I am older I’m going to marry that sweet gal if she’ll have me.   You just wait and see!”

Henry smiled mischievously as he told his old friend good night. “Talk with you in the morning.” Henry mumbled as a peaceful sleep came to him for the first time in weeks and he held his Helen as tight as he could to prevent her from ever leaving.

Thank you again for “Tuning in!”  I hope that you are enjoying the story of If Oak Trees Could Talk!  I also hope that you will subscribe to my  Youtube Videos as all of the Video blogs will be archived!  Until next time, have a wonderful week!

Part 4 If Oak Trees Could Talk

15 Jun

Part 4 If Oak Trees Could Talk.

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Part 4 If Oak Trees Could Talk

15 Jun

Part 4 If Oak Trees Could Talk

If Oak Trees Could Talk! Inspirational Romance/Suspense

If Oak Trees Could Talk!
Inspirational Romance/Suspense

 

Hello Everyone!  I’m so glad that you chose to take the time to join me again either to read or to listen today for

 Part 4 If Oak Trees Could Talk! 

I have just finished doing a local  Art show and a book signing event this past weekend of all my books!  I love getting out and meeting new friends!  I am doing this video blog in hopes of gaining new friends as well! 

 

Chapter 2

 

A Momma’s love!

As Henry lay upon his bed holding his precious Helen, she quickly drifted off to sleep.  Henry too should have been sound asleep by now especially after taking his medication, but he began to think of his daughter Amelia and then his little precious mother.  Suddenly tears filled Henry’s eyes as he once again visited the old Oak tree.

“Why should I even want to remember my Momma’s funeral?”  Henry questioned.  “I would much rather remember how loving and kind she was. It makes me sad that I can hardly remember what she looked like.  It’s been so long since she passed.  I remember she always smelled like vanilla, or lemon or one of those spices.  Bless her heart she probably had no choice as she lived her life in the kitchen cooking for folk.  I remember she was usually the first one to take food over to a neighbor if they needed something.  She was a Godly woman, she truly loved everyone.  I don’t recall her ever saying an unkind word about anybody.  These are the things old friend that I want to remember. Not the pain of my heart shattering into what felt like a million pieces when she left us.

Do you know what I remember old friend? One time I fell and scraped both of my knees up so badly that they bled and bled.   Every time I would bend them they bled even more.  My dear Momma carried me around for probably a week, with my Dad telling her all the while to let me down and let me grow up.  She took a lot because of me and my brother Gerald.  Gerald, I wonder where he is? I remember folks kept telling me to get her a wheelchair when she got so weak, but I insisted on carrying her where she wanted to go.  I guess it was because she carried me.  Anyway, yes old friend, I remember when we put my Momma in the ground, right underneath one of your outstretched branches.  God love her heart.  I ached all over with pain of missing her.  Yep, I came running to you over and over again just like I had always done. I was heartbroken and didn’t know how to deal with my Momma’s passing away. Do you know what old friend? I think I’ve always come to you because you’ve always been like my Momma.  You never done anything but listen to me regardless of what trouble I got myself into.  I always found comfort by telling you my thoughts when I was hurting.  It felt almost like the kind of comfort that my Momma gave me when I scraped my knees.  After we buried her beside you, I sort of felt like she was there every time I came to you.”

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Part 3 If Oak Trees Could Talk

3 Jun

Part 3 If Oak Trees Could Talk.

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Part 3 If Oak Trees Could Talk

3 Jun

Part 3 If Oak Trees Could Talk

  Hello Everyone, Welcome back to Part 3 If Oak Trees Could Talk!

I am excited about the response that I’ve received so far from this book and video blog! I feel as though I am sitting across from an old friend, sipping coffee and just having a nice visit!  My hope is that you will feel the same way!  I hope that you will continue to listen or read along! 

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“Inspiring One Dreamer at a Time!”


Part 3 If Oak Trees Could Talk
  Chapter 1 Henry William Tyler Normally when Henry was given his medication, sleep came to him quickly, however his mind continued to revisit his dear old friend and he felt exhilarated because he was able to remember the entire fireworks event from his early boyhood.  He was anxious to find out what other events the old Oak tree could help him with.  What other fragmented pieces of the puzzle of his life could she help him put together? He wanted to see and talk to his dear sweet Helen.   He wanted to let her know that he remembered a whole event in his life and that regardless of what memories came and went, that the memory of their lives together had not gone as so many other memories had.  Henry knew that Helen had been hurt by his memory loss maybe more than he had been, but he was determined that he would regain it back. He and Helen would go home where they belonged.

Henry and Helen were residents of the Glenview Residential Home for the “Elderly”.  The home served the small rural community of Mason Creek’s elderly and handicapped.  The home came fully staffed with a couple of on-call doctors and nurses.  Helen actually came to live here about six months before Henry came.  She had fallen and broken her hip, which was tragic enough because of her age, but as she had to undergo surgery to repair it, Helen then had a mild stroke.  The stroke left her partially paralyzed on her left side.  She could walk with a walker and was left with a slight slur to her speech.  What was ironic was that Helen’s mind was still quick as a whip.  Henry on the other hand came to live at Glenview because frankly he could not live without Helen by his side.  After Helen had her accident and was placed in Glenview for what was supposed to be therapy, Henry could not handle what was happening to her.  Her accident was so traumatic to Henry that the only way he could deal with her being away from him was to go somewhere else in his mind.   The doctors basically diagnosed him with what they called functional amnesia due to a broken heart. They told Helen and Amelia that when Henry was ready to come back to them that he could.  However, once both Helen and Henry were placed in Glenview, Henry seemed to go further away.

As Henry thought about his boyhood and the event of the Fireworks he was anxious to share his memories with Helen, so he pulled his legs over to the side of his bed and searched for his bed slippers with his feet.  He was going to visit the love of his life, regardless of who liked it or disliked it.  Henry never understood why they would not let him and Helen live in the same room together.  He viewed it as a conspiracy to keep them apart and he was not going to just lie in his bed all the time and put up with it.  Helen felt the same way as Henry did.  She felt that if they were together they both could get well and get out of the Glenview Residential Home for the Elderly!  Both Helen and Henry felt as though they’ve aged more in the past six months than they had in their whole lives.  Both of them were determined to leave Glenview together and as soon as possible!                 It was as though Helen had read Henry’s mind somehow, for when Henry had made it from his room into the hallway; there stood his sweet Helen to meet him.  They quickly darted back into Henry’s room before they were busted by one of the nurses.  Henry helped Helen across the room with her walker.  She then climbed into his bed.  He gently lay beside her and wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace. He never wanted to let her leave his side.  Henry softly whispered a promise to her while he pulled her even closer, “We will be whole again and when we are, we will have the life we had before Glenview!”

Again, I am so glad that you have chose to join me today!  I hope that you will return and “Tune in Next Time for If Oak Trees Could Talk!  

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Part 2 If Oak Trees Could Talk

27 May

Part 2 If Oak Trees Could Talk.

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