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Muffy Wilson: http://muffywilson.blogspot.com
Jake Malden: http://jakemalden.blogspot.com
J S Morbius:
Bill and Lorene met at the county fair, when a couple of rowdy, uncouth men made crude comments to Lorene, regarding her beauty. Bill stepped in, discouraging any further catcalls from these men. “Excuse me, Miss, are these men bothering you?” He had asked.
“I don’t appreciate what they have been saying, it’s true.” Lorene blushed by admission of their vulgar behavior.
“Okay, you, cowards, it’s time you’re on your way, if you know what’s good for you.”
The men immediately, fled, primarily because of Bill’s tall stature, muscular build, and commanding, baritone voice.
“How can I repay you?” she smiled. May I offer you one of my pies?” She had entered her award winning pies in the county competition.
“You needn’t repay me, Miss. Any gentleman would treat a beautiful young woman such as you with respect.”
Lorene not only gave him one of her blue ribbon peach pies but invited him for Sunday dinner. During their brief courtship, Bill wooed Lorene with beautiful love songs with his smooth, baritone voice. They married in November after the summer after that day they met.
They started their farm with a prize milking cow, Pearly White, and planting crops. Bill bred Pearly White over the years to have offspring to produce more milk. In the evenings after they had eaten dinner, Bill would sing songs of love to his wife. Afterward they made passionate love. Two years after they were married Lorene gave birth to their son, Jack.
Bill’s son brought a sparkle to his eyes, and after several years took Jack along with him while doing the farm chores. Jack idolized his parents at a young age, drawing pictures of them. His parents encouraged him to pursue his talent, allowing him to draw and paint whenever and wherever he desired.
After Bill died, the young widow not only looked older than her years but was also haggard from toiling on the farm with Jack, planting crops that continuously failed, and going to market to sell the milk each day. Jack inherited his father’s sense of humor and his good looks; beautiful blue eyes, clear, like the sky after a blustery storm, auburn hair, soft and feathery to the touch, milky skin, a pleasing smile, and a sturdy frame. Unfortunately, as a teenager he was still awkward and gangly.