Episode 4 Where are Trevor, Venice, & Rhyvre?

Rhyvre’s topic is doggie pictures and cookies. Yum!

Now, maybe we should look in the livingroom and see what happened to that music! The livingroom was very large and comfy and had a big bay window. Here is a picture of a bay window


but it isn’t just the same as Great, Great, Great Grammy. For one thing her house was white, and it attached to a big barn and to another two rooms that were occupied by Rhyvre’s uncle and Rhea’s brother, Darrel.  Darrel was a railroad engineer, but in 1876, he began to go part-time to Bible College to be a pastor for all the kids in town. “Don’t see why kids need a special pastor. Hard enough to pay for one pastor for a town.” A lot of old men and women said, but Uncle Darrel paid no attention at all. Sometimes he would hoist Rhyvre up on his shoulders and say, “Now who would tell this beautiful little girl that she doesn’t need a pastor?”

Now, almost every church has a kid’s pastor. But, then, most churches only had one pastor.  Uncle Darrel was what you might call innovative – always coming up with new ideas to help people lead good lives.

So, he lived in the back of Great Grammy’s house and went to school.  In 1878, he would be a pastor. Mostly you could find him working in the garden when it wasn’t cold, cold, winter and in the winter you could find him curled up on his couch or on the swing reading the Bible or some of his college books. Sometimes he was over at the Orange Christian Church discussing pastor things with pastor Mike who was too old to be the pastor anymore, but who still lived at the parsonage because he had been the pastor there for over 50 years!

Now, back to the livingroom. There was Trevor’s guitar lying on the couch right next to Keith’s big Guitar. Keith was Chrissy’s boyfriend and came by to teach Trevor to play as often as he could. Keith was very busy, though. He was a blacksmith and did lots of jobs, but mostly he was kept very busy putting horse shoes on horses, and it was said he could shoe a horse in under 20 minutes and that was all 4 shoes, but some people thought that was a big exaggeration, so Keith would say you bring your old nag over here, and I will get those shoes on her 20 minutes or the shoes are free. Then his business grew and grew, and he hadn’t had to give away any shoes, yet. There was also an invention he was working on, but, then that was a big secret for then.

There was a long couch, a fireplace with three sets of mittens on the hearth, three comfy chairs and two stools and red drapes. And lots of pictures of family on the walls and the big picture of the shark Papa Rick took in Boston, and an interesting picture of a big white and brown dog. The dog had a keg around his neck and was climbing a snowy mountain. Great Grammy said that her Uncle George Putney had brought that picture with him from somewhere in Great Britain.

But there was no answer not a peep. In fact, it was so quiet you could even hear the barn cats meowing from the barn.

“Venice Chief Poslick,” Laura called out. “Trevor Clayton Ashworth! You boys answer me right now.” “Rhyvre I  Morris! You better tell me where you are, right now.” Rhea said. Then, Rhea and Laura ran out of the livingroom, and headed right up the stairs looking for the kids.

And, then this may surprise you, but it is apparently exactly what happened according to Great Grammy’s Great Grammy, that big dog in the picture winked at the shark, and the shark who for all intents and purposes appeared to be quite dead, that shark in the picture said, “Cookies.” And, the dog said, “Yep!” And, they both laughed.

Now, if you will cooperate with everyone you see tomorrow and help your family, then tomorrow I may just tell you what happened to three children who were trying to make this the best Christmas ever and why the pictures, yes, the pictures were talking.

Trenton, your time to say the topic for tomorrow for Silas. What do you want Great Grammy to tell the story about the next
Day, Silas? By the way these have to be topics, not people.

Goodnight all. And a Merry 19th Century Christmas to all.

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