The Day Ole Sol Took A Vacation

By Caleb Jorge

The Magic Log Children’s Stories,Planetary Series An Illustrated Children’s Fantasy, as told by Chaco.

The story is a Fantasy about Sol the name of the sun. It is based in Old Folk Lore as recited in campfire setting generation after generation.

The Story imagines Ole Sole passing through the sky every day for gazillions of years. As Ole Sol peeks over the Eastern Horizon on this day of all days, Ole Sol decides that Ole Son is bored. After all, no one gives any attention to Ole Sol as he crosses the sky day after day, after day.

Even when Ole sol is mischievous and sends out sun spots and sun darts, Ole Sol only gets slight attention and then is forgotten all over again. Ole Sol simply can’t do enough mischief to keep the Earth’s attention. Ole Sol can’t feel sorrier for Ole Sol. Ole Sol then decides that Ole Sol needs to have some fun mixed in with Ole Sol’s mischievous days. Ole Sol, in a playful mood, begins to play hide-and-seek as Ole Sol hides behind the clouds. Ole Sol also hides behind the mountains and sometime Ole Sole tries to hide behind the Moon but then, this is not a very good hiding place for Ole Sol.

Ole Sol is now bored with these games that seem to get Ole Sol no attention because no one but no one is actually looking for Ole Sol. Everyone just takes Ole Sol for granted. Ole Sol needs to have more fun so Ole Sol thinks and then comes upon and idea. Ole Sol decides that Ole Sol needs a vacation. Before Ole Sol can change the Ole Sol mind, Ole Sol turns out the Ole Sol lights, locks the Ole Sol door and then jumps out into the Galaxy saying goodbye Moon, goodbye, Milky Way and Hello Uranus.

The earth realizes that Ole Sol is no longer shining and cries out to Ole Sol. I need Ole Sol to keep me warm so the plants can grow and the rivers can flow. I need Ole Sol for the oceans and for everything on the face of the Earth. The plants, the trees, the rivers, the ocean and the children all cry out for Ole Sol. Where oh where did Ole Sol go? The whole Earth realizes that Ole Sol is gone out of the sky as they all cry out for Ole Sol to come back.

Ole Sol hears the Ole Sol name being called and he listens and listens some more. Ole Sole decides that the Earth and everything on it needs Ole Sol after all. Ole Sol returns in loud shouts of “Welcome Back Ole Sole.” It makes him feel so good all over, more than any place else. He giggles his happy giggle, unlocks the door, turns on the Ole Sol light and Ole Sol is officially back doing what only Ole Sol can do.

The story can very well end here with everyone living happily ever after, but this is not the end of the story. If it was the end, it would not be fair to the rest of the story. There must be an application for children of all ages.

Chaco is the Master Story Teller of the Magic Log Children’s Stories.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Caleb Jorge
• Release date: Mar 20, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301167265

Caleb Jorge

Caleb Jorge - AuthorReal Life IssuesBorn and raised in the Central State of Oklahoma, in farm country, growing up wasn’t easy because, out of necessity, I became a farm hand at a very young age. But then, this did motivate me to create for myself a better life.Graduating from high school with high honors, I moved into college life where I studied math and music with my goal to become a teacher. This became short lived as the salary would not support a family, so back to college to gain a Design Engineering Degree.My love for writing developed along the way as I continually experienced life living on the edge where life really happens. I soon was recognized as a writer in Philosophy, Theology, Psychology with a sprinkle of Metaphysics mixed in. I have been published in a number of Periodicals across the United States and Canada. When the drop in the economy took this income away, I moved into more creative writing for digital readers.In reading one of my recent published digital books, “Hezekiah, The Gospel According to Cal,” one can read of my experiences in living on the edge of life and my deeper writings which resulted from the same. My growing up years yielded some radical experiences which led to a deeper understanding of life that I later recorded in the articles I have written. As I moved into some semblance of maturity, I do realize that there will always be within me that playful, curious little boy, seeking out what is up and beyond the edge of mundane. My philosophy remains the same: “If I am not living on the edge of life, I am taking up too much space.” This is where life really happens. I am not comfortable in the status quo living in a safe and guaranteed quid pro quo environment.I find that I am always in support of the underdog or the unfortunate. This lifestyle shows in my main interest in Economics as I write about the unfairness of class segregation, the poor, the middle class, the rich in “Dollars From Heaven.” Volume(s) I, II and III.My service to the community is in youth activities. I have many children’s stories which are now being converted into illustrated digital reading for children. I am Chaco, the story teller. Children love the character of Chaco as I animate “The Day Ole Sol Took a Vacation.” Along side this if the mandate is to “Go into All The World – - – I am well represented by the youth that I have mentored and are now in all parts of the world doing the same.But, what’s in a name? Apparently not much.In the era of my ethnic background it was common to call a first born son, Sonny. I suppose it was meant to be endearing but I hated the name with a passion as only a 3 year old can muster up when shouting to his mother: “My name is not Sonny, I am Calvin! I am no longer Sonny, I quickly became Calvin and Calvin was finally allowed to be born.When entering into the college scene it was determined that the name Calvin was to dated. My name was shortened to meet the modernization of time. I am no longer Calvin, I am now Cal.My college minor degree is music. I enrolled in a 7:00 AM choral conducting class. Who is awake at 7 AM? No one, the class was dead. I decided that if the professor was to teach and I was to learn that the class would need to be awakened. I became the class cheer leader. At the end of the semester in the last class of the term, I walked into the class room and noticed a king’s throne had been built at the head of the class. I did a double take and took my place in the class room. Attendance was called and my name was skipped in its regular alphabetic place. At the end of roll call I was asked to come to the head of the class and instructed to kneel on one knee before the throne. For sure, the entire class is now awake. To be a good sport I followed instruction. The professor, sitting on the throne, drew his sword, placed it on my right shoulder, then crossed over to the left and Knighted me “Calico” because I have such colorful personality. He proceeded to voice his appreciation for bringing enthusiasm to the early morning class, a most heartfelt thanks. I am no longer Cal, I am Calico.What’s in a name? For me it depends on what era I am visiting. With my siblings, it’s Sonny; with my childhood friends it’s Calvin; with my college friends it is Cal; with my music friends it is Calico. Story telling it is Chaco.Endearing? Well – - – Yes!To top it all off, Caleb Jorge, my pen name has been added.Today, I am in the Central Valley of California enjoying the sunshine while discovering even more topics of interest that I can write about.Sonny, Calvin, Cal, Calico, Caleb, Chaco, the story teller.

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