|On April 16, 2003 we lost Sam, but we will never forget him.|
The Way We Was
This pic, circa 1939, shows Papa playing fiddle; little brother Baucum ("the Baby") playing ukelele alongside Papa, with the next three older brothers standing behind: (L to R) Barge, Britten, and Me (on mandolin.)
It was a good country home life, filled with love, laughter, and music.
I went off as a teenager and spent a quarter century in the U S Navy.
Retiring from the Navy, I began a new career in the 'oil patch', and retired from that 22 years later.
Finding myself unemployed, I got to the point of panic, so I went back to work in the ship-building bidness, where I still do my daily stint at the 'salt mines.'
With all that hithering and thithering, I began to write some tales; primarily about what it was like to grow up in a large (12 kids) farming family, during the Great Depression.
Here is a pic of more recent vintage.
I have appended a few of my tales here. I hope you enjoy reading them.
Snapshots From a Pick-up Truck
View from Sam's "Big Bruh's" Camp
Copyright © Sam Elmore
|Ya'll know how Sam and me were, he was always a sight nicer but we frequently thought so much alike it was kinda scary.
We were both big fans of the movie "Jeremiah Johnson" and the man who inspired it, "Liver Eatin'" Joe Johnston, a truly legendary mountain man.
As depicted in the movie the Absaroka (Crow) people maintained a "shrine" to him ( their sworn enemy, he killed a couple hundred warriors, mostly in single combat, but I digress) out of respect where they would leave small "fetishes", a feather, a small medicine bag, an eagle claw, etc.
When they would leave a new item they would remove an old one, which they believed acquired something of the spirit of Johnston.
Once Sam's grave has settled, or before, I will be doing something similar with him. For some strange reason I would value a baculum or a boar's tusk or something that had lain watch over him for a few months.
Sam wrote me a letter at the end of March, when he realized he was in trouble, with a number of requests ( none dealing with this, I hasten to add) and connected me with who he considered one of his closest family members. I mentioned mine and Sam's shared love of the movie (and Johnston) to her and told her what I planned to do and she agreed that Sam would find it fitting (she also said it reminded her of "Reunion", one of Sam's stories that had not been on his ME page, but is now).
What I figure to do is emplace a wooden box to serve as a receptacle, and as folks have a chance to get by the Southern Arkansas area (I'll Post a map here later), they can stop by, say "Howdy" to Sam and drop off a token (if you and Sam would understand, that's good enough) and take one that has been watchin' over Sam. Anybody who would care to is welcome to participate, and participation by Proxy is something Sam would fully understand.
I am reliably informed the first such token has already been left as of 4/21/03.
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