The Monday After Father's Day: Revelations: A Parable
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Eight-year-old Charles Thomas has a mission: He's lookin' to find Jesus on Johnsontown, a tiny, fast-eroding Chesapeake island that's home to 400-plus souls. He's been hearing about Jesus forever, but it wasn't until that Visitin' Preacher came to the New Believers' Church on Father's Day that Charles Thomas thought he might could find Him right
Pete Fortenbaugh
Pete Fortenbaugh, whose family roots on the Delmarva Peninsula date back to 1693, was born and raised in Chestertown on Maryland's Eastern Shore. He attended Kent County public schools through ninth grade, attended Gunston Day School and graduated from Washington College in Chestertown with a major in Hispanic Studies and a minor in Creative Writing. His degree in Hispanic Studies took him throughout Latin America, first to Costa Rica and Nicaragua for four months, then to Ecuador and Peru for five months, and finally to Argentina, Chile, Uruguay and Bolivia for eight months. After graduating, Pete moved to Spain for four years with his French-born girlfriend Cécilia Karelidze. While there he taught English in public and private schools, and in 2018 completed a Masters in Teaching through the Universidad de Alcalá, then spent eight months in Dakar, Senegal teaching English and improving his French. While he had throughout college written about the fictional Chesapeake island, Johnsontown, based in part on family lore and familiarity, he spent five months in 2015 working as a carpenter on the isolated island of Tangier, VA. That experience grounded his writing in place, forged deep friendships and inspired many stories, though he has been building a collection of stories of Johnsontown. Years abroad only intensified his love for the truly wondrous ecosystem and community that is the Chesapeake Bay, especially its Eastern Shore on the Delmarva Peninsula. Writing Johnsontown stories is a way of connecting with cherished ideas of family, friends and home. Pete now lives in Chestertown, MD, where he works for the Master Fine Woodworker, Vicco von Voss, producing high-end furniture and timber frame buildings. He spends one day each week having adventures with his special needs cousin, and in his free time races on log canoes, wanders the marshes, fishes, hunts, and explores the Chesapeake and its endless tributaries and communities.
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The Monday After Father's Day - Pete Fortenbaugh
Add a crisp new voice to the sea shanty, precocious instigator Charles Thomas, aged 8, and add his creator, too, Pete Fortenbaugh, a writer with a firm grip on the tiller and a keen eye on the fast-rising tides of the Chesapeake. He’ll take you on a wild ride into a world and way of life you’ve likely never experienced and, sadly, one day soon will cease to exist.
–Ernest Thompson, Academy Award-winning author of On Golden Pond
Pete Fortenbaugh’s Monday After Father’s Day delivers on its promise of revelation, a novella with the literary weight of a novel sung in the earthy tones of American vernacular. In eight-year-old Charles Thomas we have a Tom Sawyer for the 21st Century, a boy in search of a father who has forsaken him, a quest that leads us on a pilgrimage through hard-earned truths conjuring a coming-of-age for us all. Set in Johnsontown on the Chesapeake Bay and staged in the human heart, this beautifully wrought parable of a boy waking to the wonders and horrors of the world allows us a readiness for love in a time of crisis.
–Robert Mooney, author of Father of The Man, Executive Director Etruscan Press
"Can’t-put-it-down paperback"
–Trish McGee, Editor, Kent County News
The
Monday After
Father’s Day
Or
Revelations: A Parable
©2021 by Pete Fortenbaugh. All rights served.
All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Convention. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any for or by any means electronic, mechanical through photocopying, recording or otherwise without the prior written permission of the author.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
Illustrations by Tilly Castelli
Map by Ken Castelli
Cover Photo by Jay Fleming
Author Photo by Bennet Price
Cover Design by Zack Schmitt
Published in the United States by
Head to Wind Publishing
PO Box 74
Galena, MD 21635
A Johnsontown Novella
By
Pete Fortenbaugh
Dedication
I want to dedicate this book to Mom and Dad for raising me amongst great books and stories, and for being the best parents anyone could ask for. To publisher Nancy Robson for making this book possible. And to the late, great Whid Eskridge for opening his home to me, giving me a job and being such a great friend.
Johnsontown ca. 2019
Charles Thomas had made up his mind to find Jesus first thing that Monday morning to see if Jesus could work a miracle on that broke arm of his, and maybe if He could do a little thing like that, He might really could bring back the dead. It had been exactly a week since some of the older boys on the island had convinced Charles Thomas to test their parachute, and since then Charles Thomas had come to know that seven summer days with a busted arm were seven days lost and seven days too many. He was pretty well done sitting around in the air conditioning with a throbbing arm, watching TV and eating ice cream. He’d only had seven summers so far, and this one — now that he was eight and finally a free man to roam or bike around the island as he pleased, to swim or skiff, to fish or crab, or to play ball when the older boys let him — he’d be dernt if a broke arm meant he had to miss out on all that.
Charles Thomas got up when he heard his Mom trundle out their little lane, her grasscutter tied behind her bike, to cut yards all around the island of Johnsontown¹. The early light was reddish and secrety inside the house. The boy didn’t turn on any lights; he just slipped on his fiery red swimming trunks and a grey, knee-length Big Dog t-shirt before making his way to the kitchen. He climbed up onto the counter to make his Frosted Flakes, sneaking two extra spoonfuls from the sugar jar that his Mom would never know about.
He winced when he picked up the gallon of milk with both hands. The new, neon-orange club on his right forearm made all kinda little things awkward, and his arm inside pained him something terrible near all the time. Their black cat, Batman, leapt up on the counter, and Charles Thomas spilled a little extra milk for Batman to lick up. The boy liked to chitchat with the cat when no one else was around.
Batman lapped up the milk, then raised his head and grumbled in that gravely, island-accented Dark Knight voice of his: I thank ye thare, C.T.
Anything fer you, Mr. Wayne,
Charles Thomas replied.
Yer a good man, ye are.
Ye ain’t so bad yerself, Mr. Wayne.
Hey, do me a favor will ye and keep that ‘Mr. Wayne’ stuff on the down-low, Charles Thomas.
Shoot I’m done fergot agin.
Lookee hyare: yer got ta remember we’re in a battle a’ Good versus Evil hyare. And you know if them Bad Guys find out certain secrets we’re all screwed, glued and tattooed.
Yer Secrets is safe with me, Batman.
And yourn with me, Charles Thomas.
Charles Thomas and the cat carried on their little habitual conversation until the cat ran off. See, Charles Thomas didn’t have to worry about making noise as he ate: he and his Mom and Batman lived alone. His Father had left them, and left the island, because, as his Mom said, he’d really wanted to, and so that made him as good as dead.
From his place on the counter Charles Thomas got to studying the painting of Jesus that his Mom had hanging above the supper table. He’d always loved the picture. It felt so familiar, like someone he’d always known. Jesus had this gold ring around His head and these soft brown eyes; just like the ones that Charles Thomas saw looking back at him from the mirror (which certainly meant something). And Jesus had this look on His face like He was about to say, You know what, Charles Thomas: if I had me a son, I’d want him to be just like you, before giving Charles Thomas a brand new Ipad, or new outboard or something like that. And Charles Thomas knew you could trust the things He said and the things He gave.
Who or exactly what Jesus Christ was, was something Charles Thomas couldn’t ever exactly say for sure. Man, spirit, living, dead, the Son of God, the Son of Man, in the clouds, on the earth, everywhere at once. Dast, it was enough to make your head swim. These were questions Charles Thomas had wondered over near as long as he could think, but when that Visitin Preacher spoke, it all suddenly seemed clear as the churchbell: Jesus lived. He was right here on Johnsontown, and He’d do anything you asked of Him. All you had to do was track Him down. It was just that simple.
That Visitin Preacher, who had come to talk to the New Believers’² Sunday School class the day before, had looked something like Jesus. He had long, dark hair, a big beard and soft, dark eyes. He was wearing loose, baggy, all-white clothes with no tie. He looked cool. Even the older boys admitted that. And he had him this funny voice that sounded like Colonel Sanders, or the rooster from Looney Toons. And that man had him a way with the electric guitar, and a way of singing that made him seem so dern important. But more than all that, the man had a gift with the Word. The way he explained it all, the way he moved around and drew pictures with his hands in the air above Charles Thomas and the other kids: it was like he was conducting an orchestra, or was a general motivating an army. For Charles Thomas it was like magic; he couldn’t look away.
It had been a Father’s Day sermon. The Visitin Preacher had started by talking to them about how Jesus loved them like his own children, and how much the Father loved Jesus and how much Jesus loved the Father. Then he talked for a long while about finding Jesus, bringing Him into their lives and homes and living with Him. He kept telling them that Jesus was here with them, just like a member of the family. How He was all around them, right here on Johnsontown! And how it was up to them to go forth seeking Him with their hearts opened to His powers. Then that Visitin Preacher told them how it had to be now or never, because that final Day of Days was near at hand. He told it like an awesome superhero movie, just how The End would come. How the sun would turn black and the moon blood red, and how the stars would fall to earth. He said the Heavens would roll up like a paper map and every island and