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Folks,,,
I think yawl are going to enjoy this most enlightening episode
taken from one of the most amazing natural cookbooks ever
written in the past century. From “Grits to Gourmet” was
well bee-4 its time, and is well known and respected privately
around the world.
Imagine,
a cookbook with real bee stories in it as well. Ii,,, Bee it ye
enjoyed this and other stories told till now,,, then by all
means, invite yer treasured friends and Loved Ones aboard, cuz
it’s gonna get pretty dang’d exciting within the next little
while. It’s all about people believing and smiling and
fulfilling purpose.
Friends,
Observayshonists, Fellow Wick Trimmers, Edge Benders, Halo
Watchers, and on-line Pool Gazers,,, thank you ever so much for
the Heart,,,
Once
again, to pick up where we left off last, the Philoxians were
forced to leave all their hard work, possessions, and comforts
of their jungle home behind, to hightail it out of Guatemala in
their rapidly aging caravan with basically the clothes on their
backs. After experiencing four enormous earthquakes where the
lands came at them in 12 foot waves,,, volcanoes erupting all
around, and platoons of hyped soldiers comin’ at ‘em each
week shooting their guns,,, typhoid fever, jaundice, heart
attacks, death threats, and finally the death of one so dear to
them,,, all within a month period,, it was unanimously decided
to get out in the suggested time, just before the monsoons came.
Without exaggeration, if all was to be written about what these
Pheylonian Friends of mine have had to go through in order to
finally settle in this little hamlet of Marlbank, tucked away in
a calming, protective fen of Ontario,, it would surely make
“The Raiders of the Lost Ark” movie look like a Bambi
picture.
While
making a bee-line through the mountains and bad lands of Mexico,
iilah, Tawlia, and his folks were attacked two more times, by
three carloads of banditos. Thankfully, because of their angels,
cool heads, and tactfulness they survived these terrible
mishaps. Finally, they were out of Mexico and on their way north
through Georgia, when the worst thing imaginable took place.
ii,,, the inevitable breakdown occurred right smack dab in the
middle of one of the toughest, most exciting hillbilly towns in
Georgia. ii,,, Kennesaw, as it be called,, also known to be the
only town in the U.S. of A. where it was compulsory to carry a
sidearm at all times. Well,,, with their axl burnt clean
through, and it being a Friday afternoon,, time had it to where
they could only procure a fix-it shop, and if all went well,,
they would be able to leave on the following Monday. As it
turned out,, every last cent between them was needed to cover
the cost of such a repair,,, so here they were, with nothing
left but their intuitiveness and jungle instincts.
Being
invited by the General, the Mayor, and the Police Chief to
partake in Kennesaw’s Trade Day Fair, which happened to be on
this very weekend, was a blessing in disguise,,, because
afterwards, they were invited to stay and literally paint the
town from one end to the other. ii,,, I remember the Mayor and
Police Chief standin’ there, towering over iilah, sayin’ to
him,,, “Yawl ain’t gonna leave till you paint the town,”
and folks, that’s just what they did. Store fronts, signs,
murals, homes,,, why they even painted a forty foot mural for
the President’s personal pilot who flew Airforce 1, and a
sixty foot mural right downtown Kennesaw where it was seen on
CNN 6 o’clock news with President Jimmy Carter and his
daughter standing beside it.
While
all this was goin’ on,,, several dear friends invited the
Philoxians to camp on their land, giving them access to fresh
water and power. Talk about Southern hospitality at its best,
and because of it,,, this one weekend turned out to be a full
year.
One
day, while camping in “The Valley of the Gypsies” as the
“Sheriff” came to call this tall tree’d ravine just out of
town, my friends were workin’ on some signs and the making of
some wild peach blossom beeswax candles,, when this remarkable
bee incident took place. It was getting on up to brunch time
when, without warning,,, they were visited by a flashing black
knight crested with golden armor. Would you believe, a huge
black bumblebee buzzed right into their camp site, and was
flying with erratic outbursts, goin’ this way, then that way,,
zommin’ in, zommin’ out,,, and after doing this for a dozen
or more times,, what seemed to be a little frightening at
first,,, turned out to be another very humorous, rewarding
episode worth sharing with yawl.
This
huge bumblebee soon came to a calm amidst them,, and acted as
though it wanted to communicate with Tawlia, who was busily at
work, finishing a sign for a gift shop in town. He hovered right
in front of her, between her nose and paintbrush. At first, she
looked a little worried when suddenly he made a strange
VVTT-VVTT sound,, and off he went like a bullet, and we could
see this big horsefly knocked to the ground. Then, back he came,
just a hoverin’ by Tawlia as he had done before. Seconds
didn’t go by until VVTT-VVTT again,,, and off he went, this
time taking a huge greeny-black housefly some 12 feet away,,,
then back again to Tawlia. Well, by this time, they all gathered
around and, again and again, time after time, he would dart off
knocking some pestilent bug out of our perimeter.
My
Pheylonian friends all sat spellbound,, because never before had
such a thing been experienced. At times, this ‘lil bee would
sit suspended 2 or 3 inches from Tawlia’s paint brush,, then
it would go close to the sign, then back on up right in front of
her nose,,, and that’s when she remarked, “Hey guys,,, look
at this,,, he’s got a little golden heart painted right smack
dab in the middle of his forehead.”
Immediately
iilah said, “Tawlia, did you paint that there?” because
it’s amazing what she could do with one stroke,,, Well,, never
had they seen the likes of it. It didn’t take long before
every one of them felt at a full comfort havin’ this little
guy buzzin’ all around, watching every move they made. What a
treat,,, then as quick as he had appeared to them,,, off he
went,,, and amazingly, the next day he reappeared at exactly 9
a.m. and so help me God,,, for the next five days, without
fail,, 9 till 5 each day,,, this little black knight would come
on the job,, and absolutely bedazzled us all with his antics.
It
was as though he took great pride and joy knowing he had a
well-received purpose,,, beyond his hive. He befriended each one
of them,,, and at times would even sit on their shoulders or
paint brushes. As relaxed as he would seem,, no bug, hornet,
other bees, flies, or anything pesky was allowed to come within
20 feet of where they were,,, otherwise he flew directly to it,
literally knocking it right out of bounds. Now, this is what is
most amazing: never once did he chase a butterfly away,,, he
just watched them as they all did. At this point, they began to
realize that there will be some bugs comin’ home to Heaven
forever after,,, and for sure,,, our brave little knight was one
of them.
Could
you imagine,,, he seemed to take enjoyment in making my friends
laugh. Same sort of energy as the killer bee friends had atop
the Sacred Volcano, mind you,,, this one was black with a heart
of gold,,, and a few inches smaller. We were saddened leaving
this spot,,, because never again have we seen such a joyful,
brave bee with a heart on its head,, nor one with such a
character. Here again, a tear could be seen in their eyes at
times.
Now,
ain’t that another one of the sweetest little, very true bee
stories y’all ever hear’d tell about? Well, there’s more
and if these few kronakals touched your hearts, please contact
Jahfe who’s me dear friend and webmaster to what we’re
finally able to share with y’all,,, he say, “Kjo,,, “Yawl
won’t mind if I bee askin’ yer readers to send in a word or
two of how they enjoy these stories,,, and if they have a story
to share,,,” please send it to Jahfe@philoxia.com
and we’ll add your well-received true story to “The Sweetest
Little Bee Stories” ever told this side of Heaven, or to
“It’s Story Tellin’ Time with Kjo Dindee,” or perhaps a
testimonial reflective of why you thoroughly enjoy a Pheylonian
beeswax candle or survival candle. Yes,,, please,,, and if
it’s to be used, iilah and Tawlia have always responded with a
dee-lite-ful token of appreciation. We all would sure
appreciate Hearin’ From Yawl and more so, to share your
true-to-life experience with those who are open, or opening to
such God-loving antics.
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