Out of the Depths
“OUT OF THE DEPTHS“ by John Brewer Gibson (1907-1983) Three times the raven wing of the Death Angel has cast its chilling shadow over this family. Fifteen years past, our sons, Joe and Bert, died together in the flood waters of the Little Wabash. Now, our youngest son, Frank, horribly broken, has been snatched from
Remember Me
“REMEMBER ME“(To E. F.) Thou gavest me a picture, Dear –One I shall keep for many a year –But till tonight I failed to seeThere faintly traced, “Remember me.” “Remember,” ’tis the sweetest wordThat you e’er spoke or I have heard,And by all that is good and trueI promise to remember you. My sweetheart! Since
The Dog Will Walk in Your Beans
“THE DOG WILL WALK IN YOUR BEANS“ by John Brewer Gibson (1907-1983) Many years ago, a “tramp” came to our home late in the evening. The man said that he had Intended to be traveling Route Sixty-six, but that he had somehow been misinformed and so wound up down here in the boondocks. My wife
Herdin’ the Cows
“HERDIN’ THE COWS“ by John Brewer Gibson (1907-1983) “Hurry up an’ git ole Jers outa that clover patch!” “That gap’s down! Don’t let ’em in Wilder’s wheat!” So strident treble voice sometimes lashed out at a younger brother of the caller while they “grazed” the family milk cows along the roadside. When a summer dry
Little Did They Know
“LITTLE DID THEY KNOW“ by John Brewer Gibson (1907-1983) She was a plump, dark-complexioned eight-year-old. The hemline of her underskirt hung about an inch below her dress tail. So she took from her mother’s pincushion a half-dozen stick pins and painstakingly spaced them at approximate four-inch intervals in the upturned hem. Then, proud of her
Bib Overalls
“Bib Overalls“ by John Brewer Gibson (1907-1983) Bib overalls have been a part of my very life for well over sixty years. I wear ’em seven days a week with brief intervals off to go to church, or infrequently, on trips to town when I substitute a pair of dress pants and a light shirt.
Who Was John Gibson?
“WHO WAS JOHN GIBSON?“ by Garry Harrison I am proud that I am able to say I knew John Gibson. The first time I met him, it took less than a minute to realize that he was special. He was an original; a sort of leader in that he was the type of person that
The Last Goodbye
“THE LAST GOODBYE“ by John Brewer Gibson (1907-1983) Our youngest son, a powerful, quiet, twenty-four-year old, and his pretty, pleasingly plump little wife smiled up at me as, in the gloaming, I rolled my tractor and ponderous wagon carefully through their barnyard gate. “See you tomorrow afternoon,” I called above the tractor’s roar. “Good-bye, now!”
Settin’ In The Shade
“SETTIN’ IN THE SHADE“ by John Brewer Gibson (1907-1983) You come in from the garden –Your clothes are wringin’ wet –An’ pull Old Joy, your lawn cheer,To a shady place to set.Lay down your hat, drop down your bib,Peel off that soakin’ shirt,And let the air blow through your hair,A restin’ till you hurt.I’ve never
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