I enjoy reading short stories. So, imagine my surprise when I purchased a couple of bags of potato chips at a small country store and saw short stories on the bags.
Don’t believe me?
One of the bags of chips had Chapter 8 and the other had Chapter 13 of “The Life and Times of Uncle Ray.”
By the way, the brand of chips – Uncle Ray’s.
Chapter 8, “Antics of a Young Boy”
“One day, during a family reunion in Tennessee, my big brother Bob and our two cousins went skinny-dipping in the creek a quarter of a mile upstream from my grandparent’s farm.
“I was just a pup of 11, the older boys told me to get lost, but I followed them anyway, and when they entered the creek I grabbed all their clothes and took off running.
“Out of the water Bob and my cousins sprang, and I ran like a bandit for the safety of the house. Dripping wet, hollering and throwing rocks, they chased me straight through the middle of the reunion.
“The hot pursuit made its way past some of the ladies of the family and seeing the three original streakers, they started hollering even louder than the boys. ‘What do you think you’re doing!?’ one lady cried.
“After much negotiating (from a safe distance), the boys promised not to kill me and I let them have their clothes. Looking back, I’m sorry that my actions resulted in embarrassing my cousins and brother.”
Chapter 13, “Riding Out the Storm”
“I was a cook in the navy and still just a kid, and my ship, the U. S. S. Bristol, was a great destroyer. But the hurricane we encountered off the coast of Bermuda was a violent storm. We were told that we could not outrun the gale, but would instead have to ride it out – and what a ride we had.
“The ship would lift out of the water and shake like a living thing. It would plunge back deep into the waves and roll to the portside, then back, plunge and roll starboard.
“For days we just gave the crew sandwiches and coffee. On the fourth day, though the sea was still rough, we thought we could fix spaghetti for dinner. One sailor left his tray on the table while he fetched a glass of water. A large wave hit the ship and when he got back with his water, his tray was gone.
“‘What blankety-blank so-and-so took my food?!’ he hollered. The answer came up moments later. The hatch was open to the sleeping quarters below the mess hall, and up came a sailor with a plate of spaghetti on his head. It was the first laugh we’d had in days, and it was a big one.”
Please note, these stories are not my own. They are the stories on the photos written by Uncle Ray. I typed the stories out because I didn’t know whether or not you could open the photo and read the story from there.
Keep your eyes open for short stories. You will never know where they will turn up!