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My Life in Lulawissie

Updated on September 1, 2010

Lulawissie: My Life

 As I had written before, I had arrived in Lulawissie for the second time in 2002. My wife of nearly 30 years wanted to spend her time living near her dad, and I figured that she deserved that (not being a proponent of divorce). Her father, a hard working old guy with an 8th grade education came to Lulawissie in 1976 and spent his life savings on 100 acres of lakeside property. When we arrived, he presented my wife and I with 40 acres (but no mule).

He and I worked together and built a small, modest home near the water’s edge (but above the flood line) on the south east end of the lake. We finally were able to move in after two years of this labor of love. I appreciated his generosity and labor immensely, but I kind of figured that he wanted his house back since we were living with him for the duration of the building. Soon after we moved in, my wife and I built a dock with a large platform at the end to sit out on during the soft evenings that Lulawissie is so famous for. I have an upstairs office window that faces the west, out over the lake that allows me to watch the sun and moon set behind the distant hills.

There is a large hardwood tree just outside of this window that is frequented by many different species of birds, but lately, the Ivory Billed Woodpecker from over at Malone’s Cove has been seen resting on the branches. What a wonderful treat it is to see this rare sight!

By day, I walk into town in the early mornings to work as a butcher at the Gas and Grocery. I enjoy my job, and love talking to the town folks that come in to pick up their orders. In the evenings, I like to sit and fish on the dock, or spend some quiet time with my wife, Samantha. About once every two weeks, we’ll go into town and see a movie at the cinema. It’s still only $3 a person for a double feature.

Samantha has a garden she tends to and works part time as a pharmacy tech down at the hospital. We try to plan our days off together and enjoy each other’s company. We have a simple life, you might say that we are “materially impoverished” because we choose not to surround ourselves with lavish luxuries, but rather the simple necessities and a few creature comforts. It is a good life. We are genuinely happy here in Lulawissie.

Today is Sunday. Sam and I had a delightful day of church in the morning, a congregational picnic afterwards and a slow, leisurely walk down Main Street. We held hands and window shopped as we walked. The kids were out riding their bikes and razor scooters, and some even had roller skates. From the intersection of Main and Liberty, we could see the kites flying over the treetops that the kids had brought out to the park. It was peaceful and idyllic. It made me wonder why we hadn't moved here sooner.

It is another nice, soft evening. The weather is beginning to cool down, and there is a hint of an early autumn in the air. A few of the hardwoods are turning early, and it appears that the lake may turn over soon. Off in the distance I can hear the 10:15 Freight train coming. It will slowly wind through town as it heads toward the coast from New Orleans. Somewhere in its rhythmic cadence you can hear a song playing. It is a song that is a hundred years old, if it’s a day. To each of us that hear it, the tune and the words are different having a different meaning each time it passes.

There is no moon tonight, but the stars are casting their sparkling blue diamond light on the still waters of the lake. Occasionally the reflection is diffused by the swirl of a fish or by the ripple of the evening breeze. The fireflies are getting scarce now, but they have turned their nightly duties over to the cicadas and the katydids, their buzzing and chirping all night lets us know that all is right and good in Lulawissie and that another wonderful day is just hours away.

Good night, my friends. Thanks again for stopping by.


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