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Tom Chaney: Stories Rise Like Smoke Of Writers And Their Books: Stories Rise Like Smoke. Tom waxes poetic about storytelling. This column first appeared 23 January 2011. The next earlier Tom Chaney column: "I Don't Go To Church -- Kneeling Bags my Nylons" By Tom Chaney Stories Rise Like Smoke At the Bookstore's round table this morning I stare at the drizzly rain watching the fog rising like smoke up the side of Gossett's Knob drifting to meet the low clouds. You'd think of fire Then think of the cave about half up the hill in the low corner of an old rock quarry But the mist goes up further than the cave can deliver. But the mist goes up further than the cave can deliver. I remember stories and the storytellers who told them tale tellers now gone a part of smoky fog. I remember Hawk Page tales of black horse trades outdoing white with a twinkle in the eye that said "I am a man, a black man, but I skinned you that time and we'll laugh about it." And he wished for a horse that day his Studebaker truck mired in the mud and garbage me with a Jeep and chain to nudge him out. Gone now with the rising fog. Brother Omer had a farm beneath this morning's haze watching the town he tended its sins and fires I see him driving beyond the sight of cloudy eyes we knew him and gave him road room and sat with him with peach ice cream and tales of those for whom he cared. The town is listening to its stories recording some before they vanish as smoke on a winter's morning. Our land is hollow layers revealed beneath out feet one stratum at a time our land and tales are made for eons shaped the land without thought of our need. In those layered hills and hollow valleys we have of late made purchase tenuous as smoke. And now we catch the misty smoke of our short time here photograph of mule-drawn wagons waiting to unload burley waiting on a day hazy as this smoke of hills and steam of mule sweat to offload countless hands of tobacco. From stripping rooms across the county in tune to stories of farmers gone gnarled hands no longer able to grab the leaf and tie the hand. Tobacco tales stored in golden leaf released smoke from pipe drifts upward from the burning little altar fires of pleasure. The land endures the farmer endures the stories endure and bear witness. Beneath all the Hidden River flows in dreams the boy long tired of home feels cuts the ties of land and kin never perhaps to return. The night train whistles down the valley not mournful it leads the boy in hope to dreams of other places return's coil formed by stories dimly remembered. He may come back. . . . ~ ~ ~ Come see and hear what is being done with our stories. Tune in your cell phone to 270-854-3054 for a modern trip about an old town. Check out the web site Horse Cave Stories for more stories. Tom Chaney can be found telling stories, planning his next meal, and occasionally selling books at THE BOOKSTORE Box 73 / 111 Water Street Horse Cave, Kentucky 42749 270-786-3084 Email: Tom Chaney - bookstore@scrtc.com http://www.alibris.com/stores/horscave This story was posted on 2015-11-22 04:56:38
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