Daddy and Uncle Tom’s Chicken story

My Daddy’s stories                                                        August 23, 2011 Henry (Bud) Tarver My daddy told me in about the year 1940 when he was about 17 years old he and his older brother Uncle Tom went to Sunday services at a little church close to White City, in San Augustine County, Texas. The Preacher was really talking down  all teenagers. Today’s teenagers steal and are always up to no good. He said he heard a friend of his tell about teenagers stealing his chickens late at night. The preacher pounded the pulpit really hard and said no teenagers are going to steal my chickens. Uncle Tom looks at daddy and winks, he leaned over and whispered in dad’s ear we’ll show him what bad teenagers are If he thinks they all are so bad. We’ll have his chickens before dark tonight (And they did ) daddy said Uncle Tom went in and handed  him each chicken one at a time and dad put them into a seed sack.  Uncle Tom started handing the rooster to dad then said no he didn’t say anything about the rooster, so he put the rooster back in the pen.     Marjorie Tarver Vaughan

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Dragonflies’ and Shame

The first time I remember experiencing anger, my mother was finished washing clothes on the back porch. She let the hose down from the wringer type washer, and I just couldn’t resist those lovely white soapy bubbles draining out into the yard. I ran and jumped right in the soapy water, which quickly turned into slippery mud. Surprised and upset my mother scolded me harshly as my feet flew up and my hind end landed. I jumped up with my hands on my hips and got sassy (that’s momma’s side of the story). However, I do recall being pretty upset with her. Then she said the craziest thing, pick a switch and bring it to me for your spanking. I stomped off with my hands on my hips, slowly walking looking for the smallest little switch I could find and kept trying it out on my legs and hind end!  Suddenly I look up and beside me was a wire fence. Two beautiful dragonflies were resting there. I slipped up and ran my two fingers over and under the wings of the first one and caught him.  I felt the usual delight, that “I got you “ feeling.      ………..But that dreading going back with my switch feeling made me so angry!                                 Suddenly I ripped the wings off the dragonfly…… Even today after 65 years; I can still hear him scream… I felt real pain in my heart and, a feeling washed […]

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Cowboy Tarver brothers,

Henry “Bud” Tarver, across from his great-grandson Joshua Vaughan, and brothers, Jessie R. and John Rubin Tarver, playing dominoes on our back deck at Lake Sam Rayburn, our home on Thanksgiving Day  2013. I remember feeling very blessed, when I took this photo. We lost my Uncle Jessie on Christmas Day 2014. He was special to me, and we loved to share our family’s history.  He shared with me much of the […]

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