The Carriage Driver³ - Wendy
Wendy knew everybody in her adopted home of Granbury, Texas. She knew Robin over at the feed store and what ailed her. At the Nutt House Hotel the proprietor Melinda had become her friend. Jim at the garage, who limped after 3 p.m., kept her 1974 Chevrolet truck running. Plenty of time was spent at the local hardware store. Dennis’ wife was ill and Wendy shared in the lament. Her friends worked at the candy store and the movie house. That was just how Granbury, Texas operated. Wendy’s place in all this; well Wendy is their carriage driver.
Tuesday, she seemed to have over booked. The Peterson’s wedding scheduled for 11 a.m. ran late. She loaded her horse, Bubba into his trailer and rushed miles away to her next event. She arrived, parked and dropped the trailer ramp. She stepped inside the trailer to guide Bubba out. It was a shock when Bubba stumbled. People would say, just a common accident. But there was nothing common about it.
As the news spread, barouches, broughams, buggies, coaches and wagons made their way toward Granbury from all directions. Each carriage loaded with angels wishing to help.
One of the angels, that had adopted Griffin came in and placed her hand on Griffin’s shoulder. “We have a special assignment. Get ready.” Then she left the room.
Griffin climbed out of his warm bed, dressed and went down to prepare Nuelle and the carriage. He looked at the last page of the book, but the page was blank. The angel’s were not known for their practical jokes, so he cleaned the carriage and hitched Nuelle and brought them into the street.
“Sir, I know you just returned from the countryside, but something has come up. Bear with us. There is a carriage driver in Granbury. She took care to help those that stepped inside of her carriage. There has been a terrible accident and her steed took a spill. She tried to steady the animal and was injured in the process.
Nuelle put her weight to the harness and began the journey. “Hold up Nuelle. You three coming with me?”
“We have been with you since you first journeyed to the South. So, yes.” The three of them climbed into the carriage. “Carry on driver.” The three giggled.
When they arrived in Granbury they were amazed at what they encountered. The buildings, and street lamps, had all been strung with white lights. The streets were clean and the buildings seemed freshly painted. All the signs that were worn or faded had been made new. Griffin had never seen anything like it. Waves of nostalgia swept through the little town. Senior couples walked arm in arm, leaning toward each other as they had done in their youth. Children laughed as they enjoyed the company of others. The people smiled and waved to their neighbors.
The angels that arrived earlier had been busy. Robin at the feed store had been cured of the things that ailed her. Jim, who, when tired, had a noticeable limp for years, no longer had pain in his left leg. Dennis’ wife had been cured of her cancer. Even the 1974 Chevrolet truck looked like it had just been driven off the showroom floor of, Classic Chevrolet Buick GMC in Granbury.
Texas Health’s, Harris Methodist Hospital was empty besides the staff. Operations were cancelled as patients stood from their beds, not having felt this good for years. The aches and pains of the world were being held at bay by a troop of angels that had come from villages and boroughs within driving distance from Granbury. Jim Gunderson the local sheriff, sat in The Firehouse Café and ate blueberry pie, his radio had made no announcements since the first buggy arrived in town.
Griffin parked and climbed down. The angels climbed down, “See you later,” they called. “We are off to see if there is anything to fix.”
Griffin walked over to Nuelle. He reached into his pocket and produced an apple. He cut it into four pieces and gave two to Nuelle and ate the other two. “This is an unusual fare my friend.”
Just then a woman with a big smile on her face walked over to Griffin. “Griffin, I heard of you. Thank you for coming. I never dreamed that the response could be so big to my small troubles in this big old world. First one carriage arrived, and then a wagon pulled by two beautifully matched roan horses. Then a reddish-brown bay trotted in as proud as any horse I have ever seen.” Wendy glanced at Nuelle. She walked over to her and gave her a good looking over. “She is a mighty fine looking beast.”
Nuelle waved her head and shook her tail.
“Your name is not in my book,” Griffin told her.
“Well, maybe not yet. We all have our work to do. Not like the Seven Dwarfs, you know what I mean.” She scratched Nuelle behind the ear. “I bring a sense of peace to people. For a few minutes they can step up into the carriage and leave all their worries behind. They can suspend the logical part of their brain and be whisked away to the fantasy land of their romantic imaginations. Young or old, those that step into my carriage step down with a smile on their face and warmth in their heart. I don’t think it is just a Texas thing.” See gave an attentive eye to Griffin. “You aren’t from around here, are you?”
It was Griffin’s turn to smile. “I am from here, this evening.” He looked out over the magical setting. The normal hurry and shuffle had left the steps of those on the sidewalk. No horns were honking. People were taking their time. Window shoppers, greeting those that passed by, as friends not with suspicion.
“I have to go and visit my friends while I can,” Wendy told Griffin. “I want to share in the miracles that are happening tonight. Seems everything I ever wished for is coming true tonight.”
Griffin climbed up into his seat. He surveyed his surroundings and felt things could be good. He leaned back and got comfortable. Many angels went this way and that. He was in no hurry for the night to end.
Parts of this story are true. My friend Peg Cole shared the link below with me on Facebook.
It tells the same story I just told.
Wendy’s injuries are real, as are the expenses incurred in her medical treatment. This is a link to a GoFundMe page in support of her. I am not asking that anyone donate.
Ride Captain Ride Blues Image Music Video with lyrics
Association - Windy (1967)
Thank you Peg Cole. This 'The Carriage Driver' well seems empty at times. Your suggestion came in the nick of time for this week.
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