[Vfw-times] Adventures in Chattahoochee Hollar - Mystery Bag (1/?)
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Adventures In Chattahoochee Hollar
The Mysterious Bag
By: Kimberly M. Edwards
The hot, merciless summer sun sat high in the sky, baking everything below.
Mr. Foxley wiped his brow with a handkerchief as he continued plowing his
He turned around to check on Johnny, who was in the next field, plowing with
mule team. As he was turning back around, he saw his youngest child walking
towards him with two of his friends in the distance. Scarcely a day had past
since Travisâs conversion, when he was already seeing fruit in that new, dear
babe in Christ. Travis went and told all of his friends of Jesus, and His
beckoning plea to the lost and to the downtrodden. The vulpine boy also read
his Bible with an insatiable desire, wanting to know the Saviour! As they
approached, Mr. Foxley saw Travis and recognized Wadell and Strogie Smith,
muskrat brothers, who were the same age as Travis. He stopped his Fordson
tractor and checked his pocket watch. It was almost lunchtime.
âHey boys, what can I do for you?â Mr. Foxley said, stepping off his tractor.
The trio walked up to the vulpine man, who once again took out his
to wipe his face.
âMr. Chavis gave each of us a big fish, and I thought Mommy could cook âem
âYeah,â said Wadell, chiming in.
âOur Mommy said we could eat lunch with Travis and play over here for a little
while ifân it was okay with you and Mrs. Foxley.â
âOf course you can stay! Weâd be glad to have you....but whereâs your fish?â
Mr. Foxley said, looking around the boys.
âRight here!â Travis answered, excitedly.
Travis struggled to pull his fish out of his pocket while Wadell and Strogie
âSee?â Travis squeaked. He held it up to his fatherâs face.
The bass stared blankly with its mouth gaped wide open. A foul stench
permeated from the fish and rose up to the manâs nostrils. Mr. Foxley gasped
and caught his breath. He looked at his son lovingly, and smiled at the
âH-How long have you had that fish in your pocket?â
âOh, weâve had it for several hours. We've been playing!â Travis answered,
âWe ran into Mr. Chavis while we were aâplayinâ in the woods, and he gave
to us.â Wadell added. âHe said we could have âem.â
âYeah, and theyâre nice, warm and toasty now. Mommy doesnât have to worry
about tenderizinâ âem.â Travis said.
âAnd theyâre dead!â Strogie added, holding up his fish.
Mr. Foxley wiped his mouth, trying to prevent himself from laughing.
âThatâs okay, boys,â Mr. Foxley said, then looked at Travis. âI think your
has some fried chicken already made.â âWeâll plant these in the garden
Travis looked down at his fish and frowned.
Travis put the fish back into his pocket. Wadell and Strogie did the same.
âDonât worry, maybe I can take you fishing when I get done this evening.â
âYeah, and Mommy can fry âem too!â Travis perked up.
âThank you for the fish, all of you,â Mr. Foxley said, looking at the
âCan Wadell and Strogie spend the night?â
The boys exchanged hopeful smiles and crossed their fingers.
âWeâll have to see about that. Weâll have to go to Mr. Maxâs Grocery and
their mother.â Go and tell your brother itâs time for lunch and tell him to
Mr. Foxley said, pointing towards Johnny.
âAnd be sure that you three wash up too. Iâm sure your motherâs looking for
âYEEEEEE-HAAAAAA!â all three boys said together.
The boys took off across the field, running towards Johnny. When they were
out of hearing distance, Mr. Foxley slapped his leg and started laughing. He
havenât laughed so hard since the start of the Depression two years ago.
children blessed his heart.
âThank you dear Lord for children!â
Heavenly showers had poured out their blessings, and his cup had surely
overflowed. Wiping away a tear, he walked towards the house thinking about
the love that was shown from the Savior and Friend. He saw His love through
his children and his wife. He saw the love the gentle Shepherd had shown
through many answered prayers. He saw the love and the grace shown to him
and his family in that they were not only a family here in the Hollar, but
were all a
part of God's eternal family. He looked down at the budding plants. Yes, he
even saw Godâs love through these tiny sprouts. Yes, he was grateful for the
Master Farmer, the One who created and cultivated them all.
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