Harold & Katherine When I told the story about blasting rock on the Mormon Mills Road a couple of days ago, I was reminded of a couple of other stories. Harold and Katherine were some of the first people that moved in at Smithwick Mills, the subdivision my dad had built from our old home place. They had spent most if not all of their long married life in Houston. With the crime and meanness going on, they felt Smithwick calling. They became very good friends to my parents. When we were working up on the hill across the road from the old Truck Stop, Harold, Katherine and my folks were eating at the Truck Stop Cafe. Katherine was one of those old gals that when she talked the walls vibrated. Her voice was a strange whine but was always brusque. I guess you could say she didnt have a quite mode. While they were eating we set off a shot, and the windows shook, from the concussive force of the air movement. Her being from Houston had never experienced anything like that. What was that in her loud tone. Cec or Harold told her it was us blasting up on the hill. With a full crowd in there eating lunch, she let out Oh My Gawd Cecil, I hope those two boys of yours dont end up killing somebody up there on that hill. It was as if no one was even aware what was going on, except for her pronouncement. Harold was the one that told us about it later, just shaking his head at the cluelessness of his wife. He said boys, dont feel bad. One night he heard a burglar when they were still living in Houston. He thought maybe someone was breaking into his shop building on the next lot over from their house. They had been having a lot of problems with thieves. He hurriedly put some pants and shoes on and got his rifle that he kept handy for such an occasion. Then eased out the front door. He could hear the noise of the burglars as he got completely on the backside of the house. Just at that moment he heard the shrillness of Katherines voice say Harold, you know that gun doesnt have any bullets in it, dont you? With that the burglars made a break for it as Harold high tailed it back in the house to take cover. That may be the final straw that caused them to sell out and move to Smithwick.
Posted on: Mon, 24 Nov 2014 00:37:55 +0000
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