Adaline’s Burden

I will sit here a while and rest; the burdens I bear are too heavy for me to carry.  Mom passed away when I was young and now Daddy is gone as well.  There is no one left but me, oh how heavy the burden is, five younger sisters and two younger brothers in a shotgun shack.  Who will help me carry this burden?  Perhaps my burden is my blessing; seven siblings looking to me for strength and comfort.

For this moment I will sit here on this window ledge.  Yet, I will not cry, nor will I show how afraid I am.  In a while, I will walk away from this house where we spent our last summer together with Daddy.  I will pack our meager possessions, walk down that dusty dirt road with my brothers and sisters and we will prosper.  We will still be a family, and we will laugh and cry together.

Like soldiers, we march toward the city fifty miles down the road.  We have between us a dozen biscuits, a few apples, two suitcases and the knowledge that the road is long, dark and few people travel it at night.

Like soldiers, we march toward the city fifty miles down the road.  We have between us a dozen biscuits, a few apples, two suitcases and the knowledge that the road is long, dark and few people travel it at night.  We will walk through the night and hope someone will come by and give us a ride.  Tomorrow I will see the sun rise upon the ocean and our new life will begin. It was near midnight and we walked with our heads down barely putting one foot in front of the other.  I carried the youngest in my arms and you could hear the sniffing and only the dark could hide the tears.  We had one meager lantern and a few beeswax candles providing the only light in a moonless night.  We were nearly exhausted and wanting to give up but there was nowhere to go but forward.

In the distance, we could see headlights behind us heading our way.  The old dirt road was long and straight.  It seemed the lights would never reach us.  I had the boys gather wood and we started a small fire by the road to stop the truck heading our way.  As the truck came closer it slowed down and pulled up beside us.  The driver told us to climb into the back and they would take us all the way to Myrtle Beach.

We all curled up under blankets they had given us, eating the sandwiches they handed out to us to curb our hunger.  One by one we drifted off to sleep with the rocking of the truck and the steady hum of the engine.  It was still dark when they woke us up.  The man helped us down and gave us what little cash he had.  The wife held us all close and they said goodbye.  We could hear the roar of the ocean as we walked over the dunes.  We built a small fire and drifted off to sleep listening to the healing sound of the waves gently crashing upon the shore.

The morning came, and a cool breeze blew down upon the shore.  The sunrise was beautiful beyond anything we had ever seen, full of yellows and oranges in an azure sky.  Today we would start a new life.

Point Of View

The community welcomed Adaline, all my aunts and uncles, and my mother.  They all found homes, jobs and had large families.  That same beach was where my mother met my father.  Adaline was always the matriarch of the family, and she found a job at a restaurant on the pier near where they slept that first night.

From the depths of despair and tragedy, you can find hope, courage, and the endurance to go forward.  Within yourself dwells the strength you need so you can rebuild and find happiness and purpose in life.  My family grew and prospered here, and I am thankful that Adaline carried the burden and never faltered.


Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler
Awaken the possibilities … then unleash them. After 55 years of successful retail management, I have returned to my passion of writing. I write Poetry, Storytelling, and Short Stories. As a child, I grew up on front porch storytelling. I would sit and listen to my Dad and his brothers tell these great stories that were captivating, and I always wanted to hear more. I wanted to experience the things they talked about. I started writing at a young age and reading everything I could get my hands on. At twelve years old I started a storytelling group and several of my friends became writers or poets. At 16 I hopped box cars and worked the tobacco fields, orange groves, picked cotton, and spent many nights around a campfire listing to life stories. Someone once asked me why I wrote. It consumes an amazing amount of time and I assure you it is not going to make me rich. I write so that my children can touch and feel my words telling of the ones that came before us and the stories they told me. These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance at least they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind. I am a Columnist & Featured Contributor, BIZCATALYST360 and I have The Writers Café, a group on LinkedIn that features Poets, Writers, Artists, Photographers, and Musicians . On Facebook I have two groups and one page; Dirt Road Storytelling, From Abandoned To Rescue Dogs And Cats, and About Life, Love And Living. As writers, it is true that we honestly do not know what we hold within us until we unleash it. When our words inspire others only then will inspiration return to the writer. I will spend my twilight years in search of the next story, the next poem, and the next image. I will take the time to enjoy my Wife, our Dogs, and Cats, and our amazing new home and I will always find the time to walk down a dirt road I truly hope is that I never have to read another book on Leadership, be on a conference call or see another plan o gram as these were the tool for what I did in life and not about who I am.

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