Friday, July 20, 2007

When I Was Young

Some thirty years ago I happened across a friend (Ricky Duke), his brother (Steve Duke) and their father(Charlie Duke) who took me into their home and treated me as though I was one of the family members. We became so close that it didn't matter what time of night I showed up at their house they would start cooking something and it didn't matter what it was everybody ate and got full as ticks on cedars( and that's pretty full in case you don't know). Charlie taught me the proper way to hold and shoot my bow and Ricky would practice with me till we got tired or we would go hunting for some kind of wild game.Everlyn(Charlies wife) was always telling a funny story and Granny(Everlyn's mother) was the cook for everyone that came by and there wasn't anything that she couldn't cook that didn't taste great. I hunted for two years before I learned from the best there was and it was then that I started taking deer with every kind of weapon I owned and anything I borrowed from the Duke family. Steve was a walking encyclopedia on deer hunting and was very instrumental in providing me with all the information I needed to take deer anytime of the season I wanted. Sherry Duke( Charlies daughter) was always helpful in the kitchen and she enjoyed every one's company that came by to visit. As the years went by I became alittle distant to the Duke family and have moved five counties away and never seem to have time now to go visit. I have however found out that Granny, Everlyn and Charlie have all pasted away now without my knowing it and Steve has come down with a illness which is taking a heavy toll on him as well. Hopefully before to long I'll be able to go visit them again but it will never be the same without the whole family there together. I guess when your young you take to many things for granted that things will last you your whole lifetime but this story just goes to show you that nothing last forever and sometimes it's short lived. The Duke family has given me so many memories throughout my time with them that I think of them almost daily. There'll be more stories on the Duke family but for this story I'd like to dedicate this one to all the Dukes including Charlie, Everlyn and Granny even though it's abit late for them. Thanks everyone for allowing me to remember a family that means so much to me and remember nothing last forever so cherish every moment you have with your loved ones and friends.

2 comments:

Othmar Vohringer said...

Great post. I can relate to the sentiment, having lost my parents and some good friends, I know how valuable their teachings and memory is in my everyday life. Not a day goes by where I am not grateful for what my parents and my good friends have done for me, the memories they have given me and for the good times we shared in past hunting camps.

-Othmar Vohringer-

deerslayer said...

Othmar; Its great that you remember your parents ,not many people take the time to think to much about their past and growing up with their parents help. Everyones parents deserve alot more respect then we give them and it seems now days kids get more disrespectful of their elders as time goes on.