Ray B. Rogers

Author of Depression Baby and more!

Category: Stories (page 3 of 5)

Thank You, Mother

Apples grow well in the mountains of Western North Carolina.  The climate is favorable with plentiful rain and weather that is not too hot in the summers.  The success of Barber’s Orchard, a large operation that has been a hallmark in Haywood County for about 83 years can attest to the above.

With bountiful crops of apples and the need for fruit in the winter, pioneer families found a way to bring (more…)

Gentry’s Store

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Gentry’s store sits forlorn and rejected at the intersection of Octoc Road and Robinson Road, only a short distance from Starkville, Mississippi. The metal roof is rusty and the Chevron gas tanks are empty, but the counters remain inside the building, along with the shelves on the walls.

This little store building is a survivor, bearing witness to another era, a different culture. Most of these country stores are long gone, but (more…)

The Care Packages

During my high school years, our family attended The First Methodist Church of Waynesville. It was a relatively large church with an upscale congregation. Not everyone had a lot of money but they were generally better off than the average citizen in the area.

Dad was required to dress in coat and tie, usually a suit to fulfill the job responsibilities as a school principal. He, of course, wore (more…)

Mother’s Mystery Man

Mother was only about 17, and he was maybe about 19 when they became girlfriend and boyfriend. This may have been her first real boyfriend. He probably grew up in the Iron Duff community where mother had always lived.

Maybe they came to know each other at the Davis Chapel Methodist Church where mother attended. Maybe they originally met in grammar school …we will never know.

He wanted to see more of the world than this little mountain farming community, so he joined the U.S. Navy to “see the world,” as was written on the Naval recruiting posters of that time. He began to widen his horizons as the Navy took him to many places, but he did not forget the pretty auburn haired girl that he left (more…)

The Day The Threshers Came

The wheat field had turned from the green of the growing season to a golden color as the wheat ripened.

Grandad Rogers retrieved the cradle from the barn where it had been stored since this time last year. This was not the cradle that was used to rock a baby to sleep. This cradle was used to cut the stalks of wheat and gather the wheat after each time the cradle was swung through the standing wheat. There was a blade almost 3 feet long with a (more…)

Root Hog, Or Die

Where did this statement come from? Maybe a farmer, who had run out of food for his hog with no money to buy more hog food, turned his hog out into the fields and woods to forage for himself. The hog would find acorns in the woods to help satisfy his hunger and then he would have to root for more dinner.

By the way, you city folks who have not been around swine may not know that (more…)

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