Dear Readers

Fear not the Darkness, But What Lies Within, The recesses of our mind, The creepy cobwebbed corners,That lingers on and tickles us,With tingle feelings of alarm, The deep in the stomach, Pain we feel when we do warn, The fear is deadly it seeks, The deepest corner of our mind, It's just a story to alarm,Educate and provide entertainment for our minds. So read on dear reader, I hope you find the stories amusing and full of charm.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Three Word Wednesday - The Gravel Pits

Three Word Wednesday - The Gravel Pits
Liberal (Adjective) - open to new behavior or opinions and willing to discard traditional values.  (of education) concerned mainly with broadening a person's general knowledge and experience, rather than with technical or professional training.
(Noun) -a person of liberal views.
Profane- adjective relating or devoted to that which is not sacred or biblical; secular rather than religious or a person or their behavior) not respectful of orthodox religious practice; irreverent.
(Verb)-treat (something sacred) with irreverence or disrespect.
Quarrelsome (Adjective)- given to or characterized by arguing.

This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. 

     Summer seemed long and boring in Delaware, Ontario. A small city surrounded by farms and lots of highway screamed dull, dreary and mind numbing, repetitive events at the town hall. Bingo was played by the adults four times a week. Once a week there was a teen dance; but really there was much to do in the summer unless you walked, or biked miles to swim in the abandoned Komoka gravel pits which had filled up with water. All the teens did it at least those who didn’t work on the family farms did.

     Kathleen Jones hated living there. She hated that her parents had died and she now lived with her Great- Aunt Frieda. It was nineteen seventy, Kathleen should be going to great concerts and seeing the great bands that came through London, that is if her parents were alive and she still lived in nearby London, Ontario. Instead she was stuck in Dullsville; miles and miles of pastoral land far from any of the biggest cities where all the cool bands came. She thought about hitchhiking to London, but that was fraught with danger. There had been so many horror stories about that and just last year a young girl had been kidnapped and murdered. She shivered at the thought that they still hadn’t found the killer.

     Great-Aunt Frieda had kept Kathleen close to home for months. She had even balked at Kathleen going to the gravel pit with friends. Great- Aunt Frieda had become quarrelsome and difficult. Great-Aunt Frieda had ranted about how liberal parents were becoming and how she would not succumb to such frivolity as to allow the sexes to come together at a swimming hole and how anyone could grab young girls there. She had insisted on more visits to the nearby church for prayer. When Kathleen had recoiled at so much religious instruction Great-Aunt Frieda had gone on and on about how it was a serious matter to profane a church. She hadn’t profaned a church talk about exaggeration. After Kathleen promised to study her bible, Great-Aunt Frieda allowed her to frequent the boring weekly dances. Kathleen longed to go to the gravel pits and sun in her bikini and show off to some of the boys in their classes like some of her friends. Tommy Gunderson had begged her to show up and join him and some of his buddies from a swim and a picnic. Frankly Kathleen was flattered. Tommy was a year older and all the girls wanted him to ask them out.

     Kathleen had finally convinced her that Great-Aunt Frieda would take all precautions and not get into any vehicles even of people she knew if Great-Aunt Frieda had only let her go. Great-Aunt Frieda would only allow Kathleen to go with her best friend Terri if her brother, Karl came with them to the gravel pit.

    Karl annoyed Kathleen. He was two years older than Terri and Kathleen and bossy. If there had been a choice Kathleen would never have agreed but she wanted to go she had to see Tommy. And Tommy had to see her in her teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini. So they would ride their bikes tomorrow and stop at the Sulfur Springs for a sip of water and then on to the gravel pits for a refreshing swim. She could hardly wait.

To be continued next week

©Sheilagh Lee  July 23, 2014


  1. Although a bother I think Great Aunt Frieda may be proved to have a point...but as a dullsville baby myself I would be heading for that gravel pit too...

  2. thank you for reading Jae Rose. I actually lived in Delaware for two years as a kid and even living in London we biked the several miles to the gravel pits in the summer, It took hours.

  3. My college boyfriend grew up in a small town and said there was nothing to do, so everyone was into drinking, drugs, sex, or some combination of the three. Frieda's worries are no doubt correct, but she isn't offering an attractive alternative to teen culture, either.

  4. Definitely sometimes too much clamping down can lead to secret rebellion as well. thanks for reading Ann.

  5. Having done such things just after WW2 in the UK I can understand her frustration. Perhaps things were safer then. Certainly going in groups helps but not with acquaintances that probably dont care two bits about you. Trouble is looming but that is your forte isn't it Sheilagh?

  6. Love the story, Sheilagh. In my childhood I enjoyed summer very much: no school, reading and playing...Love, how you make alive surroundings: 'highway screamed dull' - just one of them ~ waiting for more, of course :)x

  7. thank you for reading old egg we'll have to wait until next week to find out the trouble Kathleen gets in.

    Thank you humbird, I did too, but I'm channeling my older sisters who were teens in the late sixties and found Delaware dull.

  8. Kathleen wants to see Tommy so also Tommy wanting to see Kathleen. Let them be, hoping nothing untoward happens! Nicely Sheilagh!


  9. We'll see Hank read today's post to find out more.