I have always love telling and listening to tales and stories and even spinning a few yarns of my own.
These are stories and tales I have heard and that have been told in and around the Green River area from where I live. These are favorites and have been told and retold but never grow old.m I included them in my book to share with the world and I hope you will find them interesting and enjoyable.
Uncle Irv, Generals dad, was known throughout our community as a fun loving guy with a strong firm handshake. He loved to laugh and had a laugh that was not only loud but infectious. While attending a church service at Cedar Springs a deacon named Cart had been called upon to dismiss in prayer and as he was quite prone to do, was long in his petitions. He was reverently and intently praying and in the course of his prayer said “Lord, please help Sister Luller to get off the stool of do nothing,” (everyone listening knew he was referring to his own wife). There was deathly silence as everyone took in the sincerity of this specific petition in his prayer but the silence was suddenly broken by the tap- tap of fast moving footsteps heard on the wooden floors of the old sanctuary and the doors crashing open to the outside. Apparently this sincerest of petitions by Brother Cart had struck the funny bone of Uncle Irv and he couldn’t contain himself in his pew and not wanting to disrupt the piety of the moment had suddenly excused himself to the privacy of the churchyard where his laughter found release. The parishioners inside heard the tumultuous roars and unmistakable familiarity of his laughter.