The Reality in Time
The true story behind my picture. This was some time around October
in 2012. After school on like a Friday Jake Horner and myself were finishing
cutting some wood for a guy that lived north of Monett. We had the truck loaded
and ready but the guy would not answer when we called. We tried and tried abut
still nothing. 3 rick on the truck and t was pointless to just toss it back
off. We went back to the woods and backed up along the fence and loaded another
rick of wood. With 4 rick of wood I thought a picture was needed. The truck was
sitting on the axle and squirrelly to drive. But the idea was that I could fit
4 rick in the bed of my truck and I did
It was that time of the year when every kid in town would go to the forest and watch their parents gather woods for the winter seasons. Every kid helped their parents gather wood for their new house every year. The wood would also be used to make fires to keep themselves warm during the winter. Every kid was happy as they could be being able to help their parents. Tyler was happier to help his parents. He has always wanted to help his parents gather wood and see the smiles on his parent’s face. It was a year Tyler will never forget. His parents watched in approval how diligently Tyler was looking for wood and helping his father chop wood. It was 7PM before Tyler’s mother called out to him to go back inside the house and finish his dinner. At the dinner table Tyler’s parents all smiled and praised him for his hard work and how he was such a wonderful son. Tyler grinned at every word and he held onto a small chip of wood to remind him of his first day helping his parents gather wood. Life was simple and wonderful to Tyler.
ReplyDeleteThe truck’s tires sunk with the weight of the wood, a full load and then some piled into the back. We’ve got it good, and I know that. Most folks don’t have a truck these days, and those that do can’t afford the wood.
ReplyDeleteAlmost all the trees are gone. My family and I live away from everyone else, so we’ve still got a few. From the pictures that we see, everything’s gone, even the grass and flowers. In almost every part of the country, people are without everything they need to survive. There’s no electricity, clean water is scarce while disease is abundant, and people seem to have abandoned the values they once clung to.
I don’t know how much longer we can make it like this, people killing people over a bottle of water that’s 5 years old or better. It’s madness and there isn’t anyone to stop them. Those with that kind of power don’t seem to want to either.
So maybe it’s me. Maybe I’m supposed to be the one to take a stand.
Tyler: Today was like every other day. Wake up, eat, do chores, eat lunch, and then go cut more fire wood. Today though we would load the biggest pile we have ever done. My camo truck was fill from the front to the back of the bed there was no room for even a mouse to squeeze through. I wasn’t sure if my truck would hold up but if it did that was going to be awesome. When we got done we had loaded over 500 pieces of wood. I drove my truck slowly through the fields and hope that it would crap out on me. When I finally reached the house I realized that we didn’t have a place for all this and we didn’t need it. We were going to have even to get us through the next 8 winters. I thought for minute and came up with the idea to sell it. I put a sign in the front of our driveway and within 4 hours every single piece had been sold. I made just under $500 and was happy that my truck was perfectly fine.
ReplyDeleteWhenever we decided to load down the truck, we didn’t realize it would be with wood. I never knew my truck could actually hold that much wood. I’m almost afraid it won’t be able to carry us, which could be very bad. I hope it holds because we have got to go from here (in Pierce City) all the way to Cassville. This is not going to be pretty considering we have got a lot of wood that could fall off the back from just one bad turn so I hope everything goes well with our trip as far as no accidents. We might as well go get more rope while we are at it, I figured the rope we got would hold it but two out of the three ropes are starting to break, that would cause a nasty wreck if those broke especially two of them. Well we could always wait and see what would happen, which would be pretty interesting also. So who knows what we are going to do, we just have got to wait on the family to get back to even decide if we are going to have to move the wood out of the truck or not. This doesn’t seem all that fair because it is my truck after all.
ReplyDeleteTyler: It had been a long hard day for Tyler because grandpa had asked him to do a little work around the farm. He began with some small stuff of cutting grass and burning trash but then it began to ascend into a tremendous amount of chores. He had to move hay and feed cattle, and then he had to cut wood for what seemed like hours. When he thought his day was done his grandpa asked him to do one more thing. He wanted him to load up all the wood he had cut last week with all the wood he cut today and take it down town by 6:00. It was 5:00 and it took a good 20 minutes to get back into town. Poor Tyler only had about 40 minutes to load all this wood up into a little bitty truck but he knew he could get it done. Log after log he was moving as fast as he could feeling the splinters pierce through his fingers but there was no time to stop. 5:47 he got it all loaded up and strapped down. Driving about 60mph he made it just in time and took a quick victorious photo.
ReplyDeleteThe sun sets down and there isn’t much left for Tyler to cut. The back of the Camouflage Chevy Silverado is loaded with piles of wood. Matter of fact, there isn’t a single spot left on the Chevy to hold anymore wood. The truck struggles to haul the entire load and swings back and forth on the highway. “Oh shitakimushroom!” says Tyler as he catches wind from semi’s and hills. When he finally pulls into the driveway of his customer, his tires squeak in agony from the pressure of the wood. “It’s about time my wood gets here. How much is the damage?” says the customer. “Oh I dunno. With this much wood, I would charge you $500 but since I love you, I will charge you $100.” Replies Dill. It’s half past ten when he arrives home with his beater and his girlfriend, or in this case “wife”, asks how much he has made today. Dill shrugs his shoulders and says, “Ahh .. maybe less than $101 but it’s enough for a living.”
ReplyDeleteTyler Dill: Everyone loves having a nice warm fire in the winter time, and the only way you can have that is if you have the wood cut for your fireplace. The only way you can get that is if individuals take time out of there day to split wood for hours. It’s not the easiest thing to do but someone has to do it, on this fall day around 3 in the afternoon he goes to his neighbor’s house and asks how much wood he needs the man replies and he says all winters worth. So the young man starts chopping, a couple hours go by and the bed of his truck was overflowing. The neighbor was amazed on how fast he chopped the wood. The man tipped the wood chopper and extra 100. The young chopper was then rewarded and was known all over the town for how fast he was. His business picked up very fast, since the town heard it was going to bad winter. He made over 10,000 dollars in 2 months, and didn’t need to work for the rest of the following summer.
ReplyDeleteTyler Dill was hauling 3 rick of wood on the back of his Camo Truck. Remember this is a small truck and three rick of wood is a lot, this truck is over loaded. He pulls up to the end of his driveway, and just as he takes off, the truck tips backwards! For 10 seconds, seeming like a life time, the truck was doing a wheelie down H highway. Several moments later the truck falls back on the ground and all the wood is spread out all over the road and in the ditch on both sides. Over 200 logs all over the ground! He and his friend sit in the truck in despair. Thinking to themselves…are we going to pick all that up?
ReplyDeleteAs if the storm warning hadn’t been enough of an indicator that feet upon feet of snow were about to bury Lexi in this town she knew nothing about, she had just pulled up right behind a truck who’s shocks had to have been under some major stress at that point. Wood was piled as high as it would go as the locals prepared for the winter storm. “What have I gotten myself into?” she wondered as she came to a stop behind the camo style truck. She had only wanted to visit for a day to get some information on her latest article about rural businesses when she heard by the time she was on the road they would be closing down major highways due to the storm. “Its sunny outside!” she groaned at the clerk attempting to convince her to find a room at the only lodge in town. “With all due respect, Ma’am you don’t seem like the type that’s from around here, and these storms aren’t obliged to give you much warning.”
ReplyDeleteShe sat in the car wondering what the odds were of her getting murdered by what she could only assume were the mountain men that had amassed this amount of wood.
On this day a farm worker cutting wood for his wood stove to keep him and his beautiful Great Dane warm on the cold winter months ahead. He lost track of how much he had stacked on his little farm truck until his front tires came off the ground because the wood weighed so much more than the front. He had repainted his truck to be a camo truck for going out and sitting in his truck to hunt were he could be warm and happy and whatever he shot his dog would go and fetch it no matter how big it was it always seemed to get it back to him. While he was traveling with this load of wood he heard a loud snapping noise and then the bed of his truck broke off and lay on the ground with spilled wood all over the place.
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