WEATHER DISTURBANCE OF 1998

 

Photo Copyright: Roger Bultot

Here we are standing around this week at an art exhibition. It includes nets. We’ve gathered again to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneers group. Our hostess for the gathering is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for all of us this week and every week is to write a story with no more than 100 words, not counting the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by Roger Bultot. Thanks, Roger.

To read the other stories by group members, just click on the link given below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link for this week’s stories is as follows:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2018/01/03/5-january-2018/

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

WEATHER DISTURBANCE OF 1998

I’d stopped for gas in Bluegill Lake, Ohio. An elderly man strolled up and said, “Hello, you’re a stranger. We don’t get many of those”

Having time to spare I decided to be friendly.

“Yes, you have a nice little town here.”

“Yep, but kind of boring except of course for the weather disturbance of 1998.”

I was hooked. “What happened then.

“Well, the darndest thing. The weatherman said a small tornado had hit over in Canal Falls and we got fish dropping from the sky.”

“Oh, what did you do?”

“Why we held out nets.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MEMORIES OF FRIENDS AND MOONSHINE

 

Photo Copyright: J. Hardy Carroll

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–February 5th, 2017. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides or chooses a picture prompt. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words, not including the title and inspired by the prompt. This week’s prompt was supplied by J. Hardy Carroll. Thanks, J. Hardy. 

To read the other stories written by the group members, just click on the link below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/02/05/sunday-photo-fiction-february-5th-2017/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

MEMORIES OF FRIENDS AND MOONSHINE by P.S. Joshi

When Lucy, a school friend of mine, was on summer vacation her parents, older brother, and she used to spend every vacation her father had with the relatives in the hills of West Virginia.

West Virginia is a beautiful state but there just weren’t enough jobs for everyone. Families used to move north to Ohio or Michigan to work in the rubber shops or for car manufacturers. They got homesick and took trips back to West Virginia whenever possible.

Sometimes just an older son would make the move, work during the week, and drive back for the weekend.

Once a friend of mine who worked for the Chevy plant said, “The guys I work with asked if I was going home for the weekend.”

This fellow, an Ohioan, lived at home within a short driving distance.

My school friend told me family neighbors down there made moonshine.

“When the revenuers came around,” she said, “the guys used to hide the liquor in the well.”

I thought it was hilarious and could see them scrambling.

Moonshine was sometimes transported in a car with a special tank underneath. A popular movie in 1958 starring Robert Mitchum, “Thunder Road” was about the subject.

NATIVE AMERICANS IN OHIO

Photo Copyright: Jennifer Pendergast

Here we are again this week by the shore of a lovely virtual lake. Our guide is our hostess for this gathering of the Friday Fictioneers, the gracious and talented author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for each of us is to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt provided for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by Jennifer Pendergast. Thanks Jennifer.

My story is about the Native Americans in the U.S. State of Ohio.  There are many books on the Native Americans in Ohio. Anyone wanting to know more about the frontier lives of early settlers in Ohio should read the trilogy of author Conrad Richter, The Awakening Land, for which he won the 1951 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction. There are no doubt still many Ohioans today with Native American ancestry.

To read the other stories from group members, just click on the little blue frog in the blue box, after clicking on the link. The link for other stories this week is as follows:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/09/09/11-september-2015/

Genre: Nonfiction

Word Count: 100 Words

NATIVE AMERICANS IN OHIO by P.S. Joshi

Because of the vast forests, plentiful game, Lake Erie, and many other lakes and rivers, there were many Native Americans in Ohio.

Where I was born and grew up, in Akron, the native people used to portage their canoes from Lake Erie down the rivers. There were the names Portage Trail and Portage Lakes.

Besides Lake Erie, there were some rivers with native names such as the Maumee, Huron, Miami, Manangahela, Cuyahoga, etc.

As a youngster in southwestern Ohio, my dad used to dig up arrowheads for his collection.

There were also the prehistoric Mound Builders whose efforts still exist.

THE FLIGHT HOME

 

Copyright — Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 Once again we have a chance to show our creativity by writing a story for the Friday Fictioneers’ weekly challenge. This challenge is to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt supplied for that week. The gracious and talented hostess for the challenge is author and artist Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The prompt this week is also supplied by her. Thanks Rochelle.

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/07/30/1-august-2014/

Genre:  Nonfiction

Word Count:  100 Words

THE FLIGHT HOME by P.S. Joshi

It was the summer I turned twelve. My brother, on a road trip, stopped in Ohio. He decided to take Mom and me back with him to California, a five-day trip stopping nights.

It rained a lot that summer, leaving Dad with a garden full of vegetables to give away.

After a long visit, Mom decided we’d fly back to Ohio. It took eight hours in those days.

Dad came to pick us up at the airport, and was extremely relieved we returned safely. He said, “All I could think about was a thin floor and that long way down.

The Farm Auctions by P.S. Joshi

 

 

 

This is my story for Friday Fictioneers this week. It’s a weekiy challenge to tell in 100 words a story matching the picture prompt. It’s hosted each week by the gracious Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s picture was supplied by Dawn M. Miller. Thank you Dawn..

In the 1950’s a lot of old farms were being sold, and auctions were held. Dad loved both antiques and auctions so he enjoyed going to see what was available. The lamps and other old furniture placed around outside reminded him of his childhood in south-western Ohio.

I used to also love auctions, especially when Dad bid on a “mystery box”. Those could contain anything from books, to figurines, to dolls, to whatever.

He used to refinish old furniture. It was surprising sometimes what appeared from under the paint. Finished pieces would end up in our home to be admired.

Link: http://www.rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/02/05/7-february-2014/