Lana and Fred at the Whitesburg, Kentucky library. What a wonderful woman she is.
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E-mail lynnhol@cox.net or leave a comment on this blog
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E-mail lynnhol@cox.net or leave a comment on this blog
and we can mail one to you.
Fred Holbrook
Children abandoned by their mother and desperate for love
I am the author of the newly published book, "Daddy, your shoes didn't fit my feet." I left the coal mines of Kentucky when I was sixteen years old and came out west to California and later to Washington where I was a lumberjack and land developer. My wife, Lynn and I have been married 52 years and now live in Sun City West, Arizona where I write and put landscapes of the rivers and mountains that I love on canvas
excerpt from the book
** I heard the fearful agonizing screams coming from my mother. My heart filled with fear when I saw my stepfather, Woody holding Mom's long hair and beating her unmercifully. My twelve year old mind became filled with rage when I saw her fall into a huge briar patch. Mom screamed, "Oh merciful Jesus, help me," as Woody continued kicking her. It seemed like God and family had long ago deserted us. I hurried into the house, quickly loaded the rifle and ran to where Mom was laying, covered with blood and begging Woody to help her out of the briars that had entangled her. Raising the rifle, I aimed between Woody's eyes as my mothers words, "No, son, please, no" seemed distant as I pulled the trigger.**
1 comment:
I guess I should say hello neighbor.
I just started reading your book and it all hits so very close to home in more ways than one. I live on Bottom Fork Road at Mayking, Kentucky.I was born in 1954 to Ernest and Mabel Webb. My dad was killed in a mining accident when I was 6 months old. Mom remarried when I was 5. Married a drunk..we also would have to leave and hide out in the woods until he passed out. Like you I thought about killing him..but with wild mushrooms..how easy it would have been to sneak a poison toad stool into the wild mushrooms he loved..I was only six. What horrible thoughts and memories for a child of six. Like you I had a wonderful father.....he would have never done this to us..but my step-father only loved the shine. He died 28 years ago from cancer...I was not sad. I married a wonderful man and great father. My husband passed away 4 months ago from cancer. Twenty-five years in the Marine Corps finally got him. We have raised two children that have made us proud. They never had a life like I did...My husband had it worse than myself. He was the son of Aurthur Hicks. Aurthur also killed a man over moonshine. but your book brought back so many memories..now here is the thing. I knew Pug. You were so right about him also. He dank with my step-father and also my husbands father. They were all mean people. My Brother-in-law is Bufford Miller..Loyd Millers son..also from Bottom Fork.. i would love to purchase 2 signed copies ..one for myself and one for Bufford. Please let me know how to go about this.
Thank you
Frances Webb Hicks
My e-mail
taters1mom@yahoo
606-633-5248
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