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Secrets
Chapter 1:
Date: 1931
It was a clear and crisp autum day in November and a young girl of about eight sat on the porch of her father's farm in Tennessee with her mother, Jacklene. Today was a day of joy in her and her mother's small lives. Her father, Amos, was a commander on a crusier at the harbor in Washington D.C. and could only come home for one week every month. Today ws the day that he would be arriving. The sound of a bus stopping was hear and she sat up starighter. Her mother was wringing her hands and when a man cleanly shaven, tall, and dressed in a white uniform came walking down the driveway with a duffle bag in his hand she jumped out of her chair and off the porch running to meet him. He dropped his bag as his wife jumped into his arms and held her tightly. He glanced up over her shoulder at his daughter still sitting on the porch.
"Jamie," was all he had to say before tears welled in her eyes and she too jumped from her chair and ran down.
The small family held each other crying and laughing until they decided it was time to go into the house for supper. Jamie sat on her father's lap in the house and listened to his stories of ships and planes and her mother yelling from the kitchen not to fill her head with such nonesense. Amos laughed shaking his head and continued with his stories.
"Jamie, look what I brought you," said Amos rooting around in his duffle bag.
Jamie sat on his lap waitng with bated breath. He sat up straight and held out his hand and in his hand was a tiny model of a plane.
"Oh daddy! Which kind is this?"
"This on is a carrier craft. When I come home again next I'll bring you a bomber." said Amos.
Jamie sat looking at the tiny model. She had a whole bunch because her father kept bringing them home for her.
Amos' stay was all but too short. Or at least it felt that way and when he left, there were many tears of sorrow but they always knew he'd be back.
Jamie's mother smiled sadly at her.
"Jamie, do you think you could go and get some corn from the field for supper. Not too much just a few good ears?"
"Yes momma."
Jamie headed towards the vast field and when she picked she only picked the best ones for her mother. On her way back she caught a glimps of a crop duster skidding to a hault and two boys jump out. She shook her head.
1941 - End of July
"Jamie! Get in here this instant!" yelled Jacklene.
She dropped the wrench she was using to fix the crop duster and headed out of the barn door. She was wearing a pair of her father's jeans, a button up shirt unbutton with a white beater on underneath that. Her blonde hair was cut to her eyebrows and a set of navy blue eyes were set in her head. Jacklene shook her head as her daughter approached her with her hair a mess and grease and grim all over her.
"Yeah mom?"
Jacklene winced at her crude sounding voice.
"What mom?" repeated Jamie.
"Why do you have to have such a gruff voice?"
"What mom?" asked Jamie again getting frustrated.
"Your father is home. For good."
Jamie's eyes widened and she pushed past her mother into the house. He was standing in the middle of the living room in a tan uniform.
"When did I get a son?" asked Amos as she ran in.
She hugged him tightly and he hugged her back.
"Daddy, I fixed and can fly the crop duster!" exclaimed Jamie over dinner. "Although landing is a whole lot harder than taking off."
"She demolished the whole side of the barn." said Jacklene without emotion.
"And did you fix it?" asked Amos laughing.
"Of course." smiled Jamie.
"It's the son I never had," laughed Amos.
"She about looks like one. Amos, we need to talk. Jamie, I know you still have a mess in the barn to clean up."
Jamie rolled her eyes at her mother and left the table kissing her father on the cheek.
She came back in about two hours later and her mother called her upstairs. A skirt and blouse were laying out on the bed.
"What's this all about?" asked Jamie.
"Your father and I are sending you off to college to become a nurse."
"WHAT?"
"You will wear this tomorrow and look like a lady, no buts."
Jacklene left on her heel and Jamie took out her anger by throwing things around her room. She took note that her mother had packed her skirts and blouses and pumps. Then something dawned on her and that night she stole into her father's room and took a whole bunch of his clothes. She replaced the blouses and skirts and pumps with other things.
The next morning she dressed as she was supposed to and did everything she was told. When the bus arrived her father kissed her cheek good bye and handed her a wad of cash and told her to use it wisely.
"Good bye my little James," said Amos.
"Bye daddy, and mom? I'm going to major in mechanics too." and she laughed at the look on her mother's face and got on the bus headed for Washington D.C.
When she arrived instead of going to the college she headed straight for the recruiting sation. When she walked in she headed for the bathroom and changed into one of her father's outfits and took off her makeup and messed up her hair. She shoved them into a corner of the bathroom and walked out and straight up to the counter.
"Name?"
She took a deep breath.
"James Amos Johnson."
Secrets
Chapter 1:
Date: 1931
It was a clear and crisp autum day in November and a young girl of about eight sat on the porch of her father's farm in Tennessee with her mother, Jacklene. Today was a day of joy in her and her mother's small lives. Her father, Amos, was a commander on a crusier at the harbor in Washington D.C. and could only come home for one week every month. Today ws the day that he would be arriving. The sound of a bus stopping was hear and she sat up starighter. Her mother was wringing her hands and when a man cleanly shaven, tall, and dressed in a white uniform came walking down the driveway with a duffle bag in his hand she jumped out of her chair and off the porch running to meet him. He dropped his bag as his wife jumped into his arms and held her tightly. He glanced up over her shoulder at his daughter still sitting on the porch.
"Jamie," was all he had to say before tears welled in her eyes and she too jumped from her chair and ran down.
The small family held each other crying and laughing until they decided it was time to go into the house for supper. Jamie sat on her father's lap in the house and listened to his stories of ships and planes and her mother yelling from the kitchen not to fill her head with such nonesense. Amos laughed shaking his head and continued with his stories.
"Jamie, look what I brought you," said Amos rooting around in his duffle bag.
Jamie sat on his lap waitng with bated breath. He sat up straight and held out his hand and in his hand was a tiny model of a plane.
"Oh daddy! Which kind is this?"
"This on is a carrier craft. When I come home again next I'll bring you a bomber." said Amos.
Jamie sat looking at the tiny model. She had a whole bunch because her father kept bringing them home for her.
Amos' stay was all but too short. Or at least it felt that way and when he left, there were many tears of sorrow but they always knew he'd be back.
Jamie's mother smiled sadly at her.
"Jamie, do you think you could go and get some corn from the field for supper. Not too much just a few good ears?"
"Yes momma."
Jamie headed towards the vast field and when she picked she only picked the best ones for her mother. On her way back she caught a glimps of a crop duster skidding to a hault and two boys jump out. She shook her head.
1941 - End of July
"Jamie! Get in here this instant!" yelled Jacklene.
She dropped the wrench she was using to fix the crop duster and headed out of the barn door. She was wearing a pair of her father's jeans, a button up shirt unbutton with a white beater on underneath that. Her blonde hair was cut to her eyebrows and a set of navy blue eyes were set in her head. Jacklene shook her head as her daughter approached her with her hair a mess and grease and grim all over her.
"Yeah mom?"
Jacklene winced at her crude sounding voice.
"What mom?" repeated Jamie.
"Why do you have to have such a gruff voice?"
"What mom?" asked Jamie again getting frustrated.
"Your father is home. For good."
Jamie's eyes widened and she pushed past her mother into the house. He was standing in the middle of the living room in a tan uniform.
"When did I get a son?" asked Amos as she ran in.
She hugged him tightly and he hugged her back.
"Daddy, I fixed and can fly the crop duster!" exclaimed Jamie over dinner. "Although landing is a whole lot harder than taking off."
"She demolished the whole side of the barn." said Jacklene without emotion.
"And did you fix it?" asked Amos laughing.
"Of course." smiled Jamie.
"It's the son I never had," laughed Amos.
"She about looks like one. Amos, we need to talk. Jamie, I know you still have a mess in the barn to clean up."
Jamie rolled her eyes at her mother and left the table kissing her father on the cheek.
She came back in about two hours later and her mother called her upstairs. A skirt and blouse were laying out on the bed.
"What's this all about?" asked Jamie.
"Your father and I are sending you off to college to become a nurse."
"WHAT?"
"You will wear this tomorrow and look like a lady, no buts."
Jacklene left on her heel and Jamie took out her anger by throwing things around her room. She took note that her mother had packed her skirts and blouses and pumps. Then something dawned on her and that night she stole into her father's room and took a whole bunch of his clothes. She replaced the blouses and skirts and pumps with other things.
The next morning she dressed as she was supposed to and did everything she was told. When the bus arrived her father kissed her cheek good bye and handed her a wad of cash and told her to use it wisely.
"Good bye my little James," said Amos.
"Bye daddy, and mom? I'm going to major in mechanics too." and she laughed at the look on her mother's face and got on the bus headed for Washington D.C.
When she arrived instead of going to the college she headed straight for the recruiting sation. When she walked in she headed for the bathroom and changed into one of her father's outfits and took off her makeup and messed up her hair. She shoved them into a corner of the bathroom and walked out and straight up to the counter.
"Name?"
She took a deep breath.
"James Amos Johnson."