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    Porch Stories
    Porch Stories
    Porch Stories
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    Porch Stories

    By Bruce Nelson

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    Bruce Nelson grew up in a small black community where he pitched watermelons, picked cotton, swam in the neighborhood canals, and attended the segregated Booker T. Washington School, in Mesa, AZ. The neighborhood was known as North Town. In 1994 Bruce stumbled into Beyond Baroque Literary Arts Center located in Venice Beach, California. The

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPTP Book Division
    Release dateJun 30, 2023
    ISBN9781088158098
    Porch Stories
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    Bruce Nelson

    Bruce Nelson grew up in a small black community where he pitched watermelons, picked cotton, swam in the neighborhood   canals, and attended the segregated Booker T. Washington School, in Mesa, AZ. The neighborhood was known as North Town.  In 1994 Bruce stumbled into Beyond Baroque Literary Arts Center located in Venice Beach, California. The eclectic   atmosphere nudged him into attending their weekly writing workshops and performances.  He was always eager to share his poetry and short stories with classes.  So, when Nelson secured the position as Artistic Director for Saban Free Clinic’s Project ABLE (An educational theater troupe) he was primed to write one-act plays. During his six years as Artistic Director he received three LA Cultural Affairs grants to write a series of one act plays that were performed in Los Angeles County for adolescents in alternative schools, youth hostels, prisons, homeless shelters, middle schools, high schools, and youth conferences.  His one act play Anansi and the Sky God was accepted into the Play Lab at Last Frontier Theater Conference in Valdez, Alaska. Porch Short Stories is Bruce Nelson’s first book

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      Porch Stories - Bruce Nelson

      PTP

      PTP Book Division

      Path to Publication Group, Inc.

      Arizona

      Copyright © 2015 Bruce Nelson

      Printed in the United States of America

      All Rights Reserved

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      No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in articles and reviews.

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      PTP Book Division

      Path to Publication Group, Inc.

      16201 E. Keymar Dr.

      Fountain Hills, AZ 85268

      www.pathtopublication.net

      ISBN: 978-1514241820

      Library of Congress Cataloging Number

      LCCN: 2015943389

      Printed in the United States of America

      First Edition

      Dedication

      This book is dedicated to my only sister, Charlotte, my two brothers Eddie (Bones) and Boston; the three of you left this earth far too early, and to my 92 year old mom, the strength you show every day is amazing.

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      Chapter One:  The Corner Store  11

      Chapter Two: Needle & Thread15

      Chapter Three: Auntie Annie17

      Chapter Four: The Paper Route21

      Chapter Five: Ghost Man27

      Chapter Six: Grandma Raglin29

      Chapter Seven: Mom33

      Chapter Eight: Great Grandma Davis35

      Chapter Nine: Canal Street43

      Chapter Ten: Baptizin’45

      Chapter Eleven: Graveyard53

      Chapter Twelve: Cotton Fields59

      Chapter Thirteen: Rice Spider67

      About the Author

      The Porch

      The Porch was the favorite spot for scanning the skies picking out the Big Dipper, Little Dipper, Milky Way, and shooting stars. It was also the place for telling ghost stories. The Porch was where dreams were dreamed; in a place and time where adventures of the soul came alive and the fragrance of my ancestors lingered around the porch to be remembered. A place for hot summer nights and enjoying cool fall evenings; the Porch was home.

      Chapter One

      The Corner Store

      As a child, I sat on the front porch; eating grapefruit rinds, while playing a game of war, with a deck of cards I stole from the corner store. Our card games would last from the early morning, until the heat of the afternoon sun creeping over the tin roof on our house would drive us into the front yard. There was an old wooden picnic table, with faded red paint, and two broken down benches; that sat underneath a large grapefruit tree in the North West corner of the front yard. My grandmother, Fender Raglin planted this tree. She bought the tree from Mr. Willie, the fix it man.

      That grapefruit tree is over 50 years old, says Granny Raglin: and it grows like her grandchildren; tall and full of bitter sweetness. As the sun heated up the cement porch we would gather up the deck of cards and the red, green, and blue plastic cups of grape flavored Kool-Aid, and move to the picnic table. The table was positioned at just the right angle to provide the most shade from the grapefruit tree. After getting comfortable, my buddies and me would sit and continue our card game of war, and tell stories about the things we had stolen from the corner store.

      I took four chocolate bars, right off the candy rack, said Ralph. That old Chinaman was too slow and too blind to even know what happened.

      We all started to laugh. I went inside the house to get some more grape Kool-Aid. They continued with the stories. Thief stood up, cracked his knuckles, grabbed a half a Grapefruit, and bit a chunk out of it, and then he threw the other half over into Mr. Mayer’s yard.

      Man, that’s nothing. Just last week I stole a whole chicken. That's right, a whole chicken!

      They all looked at each other.

      Then T.J. put his head down and said, We all know you have stolen more stuff from the corner store than anybody else. But come on now Thief, there ain’t no way for you to steal a whole chicken without gettin’ caught. You just can’t do it.

      Everybody knew that Thief was the best, and nobody ever challenged him about his stealing skills. Thief walked over to T. J. and looked him up and down with a smirk on his face. He took his right hand and put it on T.J.’s shoulder. Then he whispered, Like the old folks say, ‘boy let me school ya’ for minute’. It took me three days but I did it. Tuesday I took the two legs, Wednesday I took the wings and the neck bone, and Friday I slid in and out with the breast and the back. I just weaved in and out the isles. I put my magic fingers and legs to work when the Chinaman was stocking the shelves.

      Then Thief sat on the edge of the faded red bench, crossed his legs and leaned back. When I returned with the Kool Aid the guys were completely silent. Then there was a squeaky little laugh coming from cousin

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