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Saying Goodbye

–The Dirt Road Chronicles

January 1971 – Tybee Island

It was a time of deep sadness; Deacon my dear friend had passed away and saying farewell to his son Ted filled me with sorrow.  He and his father took me in, taught me a trade, and treated me like family.  After saying my goodbyes to Ted, I headed to the shrimp boat docks to find a ride to Savannah.  I needed to leave soon as it would take me several weeks to get to Savanna.  After several days I found a Captain that would take me on board.  I agreed to work on the shrimp boat as a deckhand in exchange for tagging along.  The Captain was taking the boat down for repairs and repainting.

It took me a while to get my sea legs, but the adventure was well worth it.  The open sea was a great healer, and I came to cherish the memories of working the wood and building things that last.  It was comforting to know I could go anywhere and have the security of a trade that would ensure I would have work.  Thanks to Deacon I was now a Master Carpenter

After several weeks of shrimping offshore, we docked in Savanna to unload the catch.  Even though I agreed to work for free the Captain gave me an envelope thick with twenty-dollar bills.  He told me he saw the Urn and knew I was going to scatter Deacon’s ashes on the water by Tybee Island and that was his way of saying thank you.

I grabbed my backpack, the Urn that held Deacon’s ashes, said my goodbyes and stepped ashore.  The planks on the dock were weathered to a light grey and matched the winter sky.  Deacon’s friend was waiting for me, and his face lit up with a heartfelt smile, then he bowed his head and said I am so sorry about our friend.  I am glad to meet you, my name is Captain Jack.  Deacon and I grew together fishing in a little John boat, and later building boats.  He was a good man, a good soul, and full of wisdom.

Deacon said that you loved to read Steinbeck and asked me to give you a very cherished book for this part of your journey. He pulled an ancient hardback book from his duffel bag and handed it to me.  It was Hemmingway’s book, The Old Man and the Sea, signed by the author himself.  He used to have me take him deep-sea fishing and then we would eat at The Crab Shack on Tybee Island.  They had the best hushpuppies anywhere in Georgia.

Captain Jack and I walked toward the end of the boardwalk to where his boat was docked.  We threw our duffel bags in his skiff, untied our lines, and headed out towards Tybee Island where Deacon was born and lived for many years.  It was a good life out on the sea islands, fishing, shrimping, and building shrimp boats.

He moved to Shreveport in his early twenties buying an old barn near a church and started building Urns for the poor in the community to be buried in.  I pulled the Urn out of my duffel and after sharing a tribute to him we scattered his ashes into the wind on his beloved ocean and headed back to Tybee Island.  I figured on staying a while, maybe get a little work on the shrimp boats.

They say that you can never go back again, yet if you can write a story if you can reach back and touch those long-ago memories you can go back again.  I can stand on the docks of Tybee Island and smell the fresh seafood and hear the saltwater rocking the boats.

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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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    • Thank you. That was a good time of life for me. I loved adventures and the world was a lot safer then.

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