Skeeter Sierra, Etc.

By De An Simmons

Such prominent author of her first book The Brewers Brew that overflowed, following Gods guidance has done it again. Fully establishing herself in the community and nationwide, now well known, has written a second book Skeeter Siera etc. An inspiring one to encourage all to do whats right and to reach a goal whatever it may be.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 20, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465345318

De An Simmons

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Copyright © 2012 by De An Simmons.

Library of Congress Control Number:       2011905386

ISBN:          Softcover                                 978-1-4653-4530-1

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Contents

Preface

Introduction

Chapter 1

Skeeter Sierra, Etc.

Stored Memories

A Sky View of Things

Seeking Courthouse Answers

Chapter 2

Star Laborers

The Trippers Trip.

An Aide for Makeovers in Distress

Ari’s Pain

Chapter 3

A Man in Want— The Richest Womanizer

Business Rumors

Kansas Deceit

On Her Wedding Day

Preface

To those who helped me and encouraged me. Dedicated to Dorothy blackwell, Roschal Blackwell & family and my assistants. Thank you.

Introduction

A small classic collection, consisting of three stories in one book. Very interesting, funny, action about a soldier with jump wings looking for his family, a business spa of fame that does makeovers and a butler slash barber who inherits riches. Accurately written and mind tingling.

I thank all who purchased a copy of my book.

De An Simmons

Chapter 1

Skeeter Sierra, Etc.

Stored Memories

On June tenth, two thousand and eight, my then husband came to me, after visiting a friend and said, our neighbor wants you to write a story about him. I swung my head around and said, what kind of story? he replied, i guess a story about his life. how would i know about his life? I said! he said, i have made arrangements for him to tell you. I took a deep breath and for a minute closed my eyes while finishing up a few chapters on another book I was in the process of writing. With my typewriter on the table right in front of me! i said, who is he? He went and got the man and said, I’ll let him tell you who he is. i was surprised after meeting the man, I was surprised and were very impressed by his story, that is why i agreed to write it for him. it was a pleasure to do it. Now his story! In the back hills and country roads of Asheville N.C.’s rural area of the mountainous region were a spacious surrounding of beautiful flowers, trees and plant life, all around. The steep hills were not left alone, they were often climbed by local folks, visitors landscapers, environmentalists, agriculturists and zoologists! As a young man who landscaped along with his father, the man were very confident in his work. As a matter of fact, he simply enjoyed doing it. His mother attended their beauty salon, which served as a convenient business in those rural mountains. He said, mom also grew the most beautiful tulips you would ever want to see! Dad was a roofer, he fixed roofs on houses. We lived near a bank near a stream, it was where we did our fishing. I really loved fishing with my dad especially, on weekends, because, dad worked hard Roofing on weekdays! I have two sisters, Linda and Sara, One were in college and the other, in school. Mom and dad seperated, at one point, as a child in School, I could help mom around the house very little. Therefore, mom had the girls to help after School, at home and some days around the beauty Parlor mom sent me to live with dad, a while and help him do roofing work on people’s houses, fix floors and lay carpet sometimes. Dad’s hobby was fishing, but, his occupation was roofing and Laboring work. Later evenings were spent, making a living, while doing roofing. Dad and mom got back together. Yes, dad came to his senses, finally. They stayed together, even in their old age. One afternoon i came home dad were standing in the Middle of the floor with tears in his eyes, he met me at the door, in the den to inform me about mom’s Illness. There in the chair sat mom without a breath Of air coming from her lifeless body. Dad later passed! He said! Many people in the neighborhood Grew up went to college or got married. A nice black Man who lived not too far down the river, whom i use to fish with, wife passed long before mom did. Their daughter attended Color Wait College. I was afraid of the black man, his name was, Willie, although, I were afraid, (he said), I loved to fish with him on weekends. Soon after mom’s funeral, I left and joined the U.S. Army Air Force! By the Look of sincerity in the man’s eyes, I simply could tell that this story was not false or fabricated! In Answer too, he was often facile, when a question were presented to him, therefore, i felt it was true, To the best of his past knowledge he engrossed, and I warmly embraced it as a gift of knowledge, into my heart as well as my mind. He wanted anxiously to tell this story, before the treasure of memory fled away from his mind. The year were nineteen sixty two, that was the year he joined the army (Air force). He said, he was always a little small framed fellow, tall and what most called slim built. He went through basic training with the utmost points and afterwards, internally, was sent to German and many places where the need was greater. He spent six months out in a field of combat, with the rest of fellow combat soldiers, by his side from the U.S. as well. During that period he saw soldiers survive and he observed many deaths. I saw my best friend along with other U.S. soldiers die in that war (Vietnam war), it was the most awfulest war ever. Some men, as I know you’ve heard before, came back mentally ill, loss of limbs, emotionally phobic, some physically and verbally abusive to their wives and other family members. The deaths of my fellow men is what sticks in my mind. Once when so many men were killed among those whom were destroyed mentally, a sergeant returned to the field one evening with a young man who did not look like us U.S. soldiers, presented him (a foreigner, a Vietnamese). A turncoat is what he called him, when introducing him. His name were very hard to pronounce really, so I’m going to call him Clai! Now I bet you’re wondering what a turncoat is? then allow me to tell you. A turncoat is a renegade, person who changes from one side to the other in the military. Evidently, Clai was a Vietnamese in war in his country and changed over to fight alongside U.S. soldiers. Well, I was one who did not trust turncoats and wanted him nowhere near me, to me it was odd for a man to change from his own country to fight to save mine. Wouldn’t you feel that way, he asked while staring me deep in the eyes? I in a puzzled state, not expecting a question like that, nodded my head, while trying to write and imagine his interesting Story. He was a tough soldier, hence, it seems as though, even the toughest soldier has his own phobias and in this case i can fully understand why! The same sergeant who brought the turncoat to The embassy visited the U.S. Soldiers, to check on the turncoat and see if things were going okay! I told the sergeant he was alright, but, just put him somewhere else, with someone else please if he did not mine. He would not do it, said, the soldier. He continued his story, i was not pleased with Just being in the field combating, I knew I were needed. We were at war with the most dangerous people of all, at that time! I had to be on guard on every occasion, and watch every second, they were sly, smart and active, as well as determined to beat us by using every fiber of their being, to do so. It depended strictly on our lives to keep an eye on all moving things and things standing still. For Instance, the Vietnamese folks used kids to trap and blow us up with hand grenades and other weapons of destruction, in those days! What a dangerous war to face. It was a sad one too. I had served several years before i applied and was promoted to be a jumper for the army, which were better to me than working at close range and keeping an eye on turncoats who changed over to make it better for their children here in the U.S.! Besides it beat covering myself up with dirt in holes on the battle field every night and day, six months was a long time on the battle field. Many of my dear friends were killed in battle. I saw many right beside me decease. on Wednesday I was called to the office To talk with an officer.

I entered the officer’s office in amazement, shocked at my being called in the first place. I had Forgotten what I applied for, it had been weeks since, I left the field! The officer invited me to sat down, while he read my report and when he finished He said, your request as a First Arvin Airborne has been granted, I jumped eight times that year. I jumped from many helicopters and airplanes on mission after mission. I received my American jump Wings at fort Bennette army base, where I was then sunt and stationed at that time. I loved to jump in those years. On off days, I tried playing ball with my army buddies but, I were too small to play as good as I wanted to, and that disturbed me. I wasn’t big enough to play football, my favorite sport. Over three times I jumped and my parachute did not open up, I managed to escape what could have happened to me. Dodging bullets during war on the battlefield, being shot at as I jumped out of the parachute were worst, because, each time I Jumped I had to dodge the enemies firing of weapons At us, yet, we had good airborne safety drivers. I Was later sunt to Mainz Germany where I had to jump three times a day, at the only Airborne Unit there. I caught malaria and became very, very ill. I was put in the hospital, until, I was well. I was very ill, I spent almost a month lying there on my back, weak with a high fever and in so much pain I received an honorable discharge during the approaching end of the four years. Anon to my Honorable discharge, I met a Vietnamese girl, we both were twenty years old. Her dad hated me, because, he did not want his daughter dating an american man! Her dad too, were an officer of the Army (a long time turncoat from days of old). We Liked each other and his daughter were of age, therefore, he had no choice but to accept our relationship! I asked him, how did he communicate with them? He said, he learned their language and as time passed he became an excellent speaker of their language. He learned the language without having been taught by any teacher or tutor he just grasped it himself by listening to his girlfriend speak! This tough soldier was a lieutenant in the army, he enjoyed his adventurest lifestyle, and smiles when discussing height, dodging enemy bullets. I got shot six times in my chest and I’m happy to survive it. My only problem is I did not get to stay longer. I said goodbye to Milaggi, she was a nice girl, but, it would not have worked out, because, of her father’s hatred for Americans dating his daughter, he preferred her dating Vietnamese men of her own race. I said goodbye kindly and came back to America, where I moved to Greensboro with my sister Linda and her husband bob. I lived there with them about five years. I worked at a store called, Brendles the CEO’s, Harold, Doug and Floyd, our managers over the store made me a supervisor sixteen employees worked under me, I worked hard, day by day, hiring, organizing, ordering things, not that I… I even may have fired someone, I try hard not to remember the negatives. I was soon transferred to a store in Channel Hill Virginia, I was needed there to train new ones for supervising jobs and get the store organized for business, the CEO’s adored my work and trusted me to run things accordingly! I were young and did not mind traveling and taking charge, in those days! I stayed in Virginia three years I was so pleased when two stores opened up in high point and in Burlington North Carolina where I met Kathy Joe. She was one of the employees there, she happen to be a supervisor also. She had long light brown hair, she was five feet tall and wore about one hundred and and thirty pounds. Did I fall in love with Kathy Joe? yes, I did! we were married, right after the marriage (the first year) Kathy Joe seemed to have changed her attitude and the way she once felt about me. I stayed on, trying to put forth effort to make the marriage work. A man named Richard Cooney was sunt to the Brendle’s store with that arrangement in effect I was able to take off some time go home earlier to be with my wife, Kathy Joe. Perhaps make up for lost time together, Because, Kathy Joe, no longer worked beside me at Brendles. She then became a home economic teacher who traveled she drove to different towns in the company van. Of course, I did not mine when she were coming home in the evenings whenever I got off from work. We would have supper together. One evening I got home earlier than usual and Kathy Joe were home and in bed alone and she saw me and began to cry. I asked Her why were she crying, she said, she had just aborted a baby, well I had no idea the woman was pregnant with child. I looked at her in shock, she continued crying and asked me to forgive her for aborting it! I asked her why did she have it aborted, she said, she did not think I wanted a child! It really hurt me to my heart to know she aborted our child without consulting me first, to see how I felt about her doing that. Anon to the abortion we began to grow apart. Why? Well, to tell the truth about it, I got so tired of come home and she not being there. The only company I had was me and the dogs, I would come home, feed the animals Fix me some supper and lie down and go to sleep. She would come in from work late, I knew she had to travel here and there, because, that is what her job called for her to do, she made good money and so did I. I loved her so much, but, that did not stop me one afternoon from coming home from work and feeding the animals, later, the same day I packed up my clothes and left. I was lonely all the time, I just worked and came home. It was my whole life I moved back in with my sister and brother in law. From there I went to Myrtle beach to vacation there and discovered a club down there where people did shag dancing, I use to love to dance! All the old beach singers were there at the club singing and entertaining us. I danced with the good looking ladies at the club, I were having so much fun, that I decided to stay down there, I put in an application for a job, the owner liked me anyway, because, before I got hired, I helped around the club, and he hired me. Therefore, I taught dozens and more people how to shag dance. We had the beach boys and many more every year, all year round sometime. My sister wrote often, she and my Brother in law kept in touch with me. I enjoyed it! Somehow, I fell into depression, see, I never stopped loving Kathy Joe with all my heart and I realized my mistake and longed to see her again, she was still my wife. It was wrong to walk out on her the way I did, like I said, I never stopped loving Kathy Joe. Year after year I thought of Kathy Joe and honestly wanted to go back, to her, but, my conscience would not allow me to interrupt her life anymore. I asked myself over and over, why didn’t I stick it out. We probably could have worked out our differences. Now it’s too late. Depression came upon me, like a slap in the face, I made an appointment to visit the VA hospital for help. More than likely I would continue getting treatment and medication at the facility to be close to the hospital, I looked for an apartment near it and found a nice one bedroom apartment in a quiet veteran community right across the street from the VA hospital. I kept Attending my appointments for treatment and met a nice man named Cole Gillam who were also looking For a place to stay, because his wife had passed in our conversation, I learned the man lived not too far from me! We got better acquainted as buddies, before, I rented him my couch in my one bedroom apartment. It was a cozy, but, nice little place I enjoyed the flowery treely environment there. My health had come to naught and I needed some help to do chores around the house, besides, someone to talk to, to keep me company! I was tired of talking to myself day after day! I was put on several medications to control what many soldiers had to live with (post traumatic stress syndrome). I started drinking beer and my friend and boarder drank strong liquor by the bottle when and wherever he could. Many days he invited friends of his over and drank at home (my apartment). I occasionally took a light drink of liquor with my friend, it made me ill, though, so i stopped drinking alcoholic liquored beverages, such as, yet, stuck to beer! "The drinking and bashing with buddy after buddy led to fights and