Currently working on my new book "The growing years"
My book "From out of the Forest" is being made into a feature film. Filming should begin in 2010.
A PLACE OF EVIL
What would you do if the evil of Satan, himself, moved into your community?
More than likely, we would close our eyes, not believing that such incidents depicted in this book were possible.
Don’t be too quick in your judgement, it can happen, AND IT DID.
How could a valley, so quiet and peaceful, become a place of evil?
Why did Nicholas Saints come to this valley?
Could two people fight this evil? Was it worth their lives to bring peace and beauty back to this place?
Doctor Dennis Cooper and Karl Hamilton — and YOU — are about to find out.
Welcome to the inside of our mighty Powerplants.
High Powered FUN!
Meet the brave and gritty men
and women who create and
This novel starts with Allen Jenkins and his working buddy, Slim, who taught him to become a wireman and a Narrowback.
Read on and meet men like Beaner Bob Wilson who helped to start the “Bean Club” and the legend of the “Fly-ash” Spiders, and men like —
Mr. Floyd who was so cool that nothing excited him.
Fat Bud who found his wife on tobacco road.
Thieving John who stole more than he could carry.
And, last, but not least meet Pappy and his two sons, Jack and Bill – a team of trouble and fun.
Allen walked up to the material shanty.
“What do you want, kid?”
“A mouse, a snake and a shop vac.”
“Do you have a box to put them in?” Alan handed him a box.
“We can’t put a mouse in this box. He’ll eat his way out. I’ll have to get you a wooden box.”
“Put the snake in with the mouse.”
“Hell no, boy. That snake’ll eat that damn mouse. Do you want
a can of soap too?”
“Hell no. I’m going to pull wire, not do a washing,” Allen yelled.
THE WOOD WALKERS
This is the first story about Linemen since the movie, “Slim”.
These men and women risked their lives every day in rain, snow and sleet - and had a hell of a good time doing it!
This book is also a tribute to “Blackie” who kept everyone in stitches. Blackie
recently “drug-up” for good. He is, no doubt, in charge of “female social
activities” where Wood Walkers go after retirement.
“YNO” tells of the rare breed of men and women who risk their lives when our electric power fails and our homes darken — their drinking, their fighting and their love life.
“YNO”, what in the hell is that coming up the swamp?”
“Hell, it’s a pair of five-buckles with a man stuck on them.”
The man had on his tool belt and was carrying his hooks.
His safety belt as draggin’ in the water and snow.
He was about six foot two and weighed a hundred pounds.
He walked up and asked Abe, “Who’s the ramrod on this job?”
Abe pointed at Cappie. The man went over to where Cappie
was. The man stuck out his hand. “Blackstone’s my name and
climbing’s my game. My friends call me Blackie.
FROM OUT OF THE FOREST
Her beauty and her destiny have become a living legend.
Native American tribes of the Ohio Valley both respected and feared this beautiful woman with fiery hair and haunting violin music.
This story is more than a Legend. Anna Potts continues to mourn the loss of her two daughters abducted in the late 1770’s.
She still rides her red mule as her mournful screams are heard echoing through the forests.
The haunting “death songs” from her violin and the sightings of the “woman with the hair of fire” still persist two hundred years after she began the search for her abducted daughters.
I had just walked around the house to get some more shutters for my father when I saw this young girl run out of the house. “Come and help me ring the
dinner bell,” she yelled to me. I couldn’t move. The sun was shining on her
long, copper hair and made it dance. It looked like it was on fire. “Come on,”
she yelled again.
I walked over and as I took the rope to the bell in my hands, I looked into her
steel-green eyes. I felt as if my heart had stopped. I was only twelve years old,
but I knew I was in love and would be for the rest of my life.
THE LAST DEER HUNT
"Deer season, is a time some men wait for all year long. A time some boys dream about. "The Last Deer Hunt", a time no one wants to see, sometimes comes early in life.
At the insistence of his fans,
The Last Deer Hunt is append in YNO's inimitable, fast moving, east to read, style. The stories relates the experiences of young Appalachian mountain boys ... being boys.
Were these boys cursed?
Were their experiences coincidental?
Or ... Your Decide!!!
"YNO" HITS HOME RUN #6
By now it was snowing hard. “What luck! The biggest deer I ever saw and I have to track it down.” By now, I was talking to myself. After about twenty minutes, I started tracking the injured deer. I knew if I waited any longer, I'd not be able to see the tracks and blood. I must have tracked that deer for a mile. Finally, I found it laying in the snow. I gutted him out and looked around. My own tracks were almost snowed in. Oh well, I thought, the deer will be easy to drag. By now it was coming down so hard I could see only about twenty feet in front of me. . . .
SMOKE IN THE VALLEY
The story that’s shocking the nation and healing a small town.
Miners came from all over the country to the small mining towns in the Hocking Valley. Little did these men know that their valley was to become the Moonshine Capital of the World, or that they were to be a part of The Great Mine Fire legend that would endure forever.
They came with dreams of a better life. They survived hardship and poverty to establish these mining towns. But, they left behind a valley of smoke and a story only whispered about – until now.
The events of this novel were related to me by Lucille Peacock Wilson, who grew up during the mining days of the Hocking Valley - in Murray City and New Straitsville. Both her father and her grandfather were blacksmiths in most of these mines. The names have been changed to protect the families and their descendents.
As we looked out over what used to be a beautiful valley, my
grandfather made the remark, “Just look at them clouds of
smoke hanging in the valley. It’s as if the whole valley is crying.”
“The Valley of Smoke, that’s all it will ever be till the end of time.
Thank God I can still remember how beautiful it really was.”