Today's guest writer is, Chad Hensley, who also happens to be my father.
Hopefully, this will be one of many writings by Chad, to be posted here at
Colonels & Crickets.
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The Store
A poem about the country store Papaw Charlie ran
Nothing to enjoy more
Than goin' to sit around at the store.
Joking, kidding, ribbing, and rest,
A coke and peanuts is the best.
Yeller dope, moon-pie, time to go huntin'
Moon is out and the dogs' tails are a thumpin'.
Oil floors and fly tape,
Wooden back chairs, who cares if it's gettin' late.
Tellin' tales, smokin', chewin' and gettin' the milk,
No fancies, no purties, no women's silk.
Charlie behind the counter weigh'n the ham
Mamaw in the back "you like it thick?" Yes mam.
Laughin', playin', hear any news?
Someone go cheer up Floyd, he's got the blues
Later comes Smiley deliverin' the goods,
Can't find that house, cause it's way back in the woods.
Lovin' neighbor as thyself,
Friends who share is the greatest wealth
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Pickled eggs, saltines, sardines, deer season,
Let's go to the store, don't need no reason.
One legged Carmin talking kinda foul,
Yellow fingers, cigarettes, grouchy ole' sow.
Gettin' hot and the chocolate melting,
Baby stumbles in the gravel is now a wailin'
Pet Coon Crawlin' all around
Tobacco needs a top'n before the sun goes down.
Early morning, late evening, tired and worn,
Gotta get to bed early, be back in the morn.
Chad Hensley
I was unsuccessful in my search to find photos of Papaw Charlie and his store, but here are some photos of our dear, belated Papaw Charles Hughes of North Carolina.
Charlie and his first great-grandchild, me (Hannah).
Papaw Charlie and Mamaw Atlas
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