Tears in Silence

By Sam Greco

This book is a wonderful love story, with some tragedies to make it very interesting, about a young couple in Wyoming. Their love and their loss was really the story of the book. It has Christmas, Thanksgiving, love, and passion. It would be best if you read the book. You will love it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 3, 2017
• ISBN: 9781524589738

Sam Greco

I was born in June of 1930 during the Great Depression. I was delivered by my father. I have four sisters. I am the youngest in the family. I grew up in a rental duplex in Toledo, Ohio. Things were pretty tough. My dad had to work for $0.25 an hour as a mechanic. He would sometimes work twelve hours a day, but he made enough to keep the food on the table for all. We’re all very appreciative of what my father had done. And how Mom made the clothing and the food and made sure the food was always on the table. But the most important thing in the evening was, we would sit around, and Mom would tell us stories about growing up back in early 1900. She talked about how tough it was. She told stories about wagon trains and told us about people that she knew just to fill in our imagination. We had no TV and radio. We got our first radio in 1936, an old Zenith radio. It cost my dad two dollars. It sat on the table, and he had to string a wire for an antenna. That was the first time I ever heard of the Lone Ranger; it was fantastic. It gave me a great imagination about the old West. I then fell in love with the West and the heritage there. I graduated in a small school in 1948. Then I was married in 1950. I had three children, a daughter and two sons. They loved to listen to Dad’s stories also. But I always liked to write stories and tell them to my nieces and nephews. They loved the stories, so I started to write, but I never had a publisher, so I just kept it to myself. For many years I worked as a carpenter and electrician. After many years, I started a development company. I did that for twenty-two years, then I got injured and then had to give it up. Now that I am eighty-five years old, I have looked at my old stories and started to write again. I called this wonderful publishing company about publishing my stories. And they are doing a wonderful job. I just pray that everyone will enjoy stories that I have written with great love. If I could have given you my complete biography, it would be a really large manuscript, but for now, if you read my stories, I hope you enjoy them the way my nieces and nephews did. Read the stories and enjoy.

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Copyright © 2017 by Sam Greco.

Library of Congress Control Number:   2017903600

ISBN:              Hardcover                978-1-5245-8975-2

                        Softcover                  978-1-5245-8974-5

                        eBook                       978-1-5245-8973-8

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Rev. date: 03/07/2017

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t was 1867 in Wyoming, in the spring. The grass was so green this spring, and the cows and sheep just loved the grazing. Penny O’Malley was a widow at twenty-four years of age. She and her husband, John, homesteaded this property, built it up to a beautiful setting in the Wyoming mountains. She had two children, Billy and Katie. Billy passed away early after he was born; he had scarlet fever. He lasted just two weeks and passed away. Katie also had scarlet fever, and she passed away four months later. They were buried beside a large oak tree that was close to a small pond. They put stones above the graves with a wooden marker and cross. They were devastated about losing the children.

John worked feverishly in the fields. Penny was close by with John. They had a small barn that housed the cow and chickens and horse. The house was very cozy, with a beautiful fireplace in the living area. The kitchen was small but was very adequate. Penny and John had tremendous amount of remorse over the loss of their children. They used to laugh and carry on, have a lot of fun, but now the house seemed to be lost without the children. She would go out by the graves and put her head down, and her tears would always fall in silence. After two years, John was in the field, and a neighbor’s bull came charging through the fence and gored John. Penny ran out with a shotgun and shot it in the air, chasing the bull away. John had been pierced tremendously in his side by the bull’s horns. Penny tried to stitch John’s side up, but he was bleeding profusely.

John said, Go to the neighbors and see if you can get some help. I don’t think I’ll make it.

Penny patched him up as well as possible and told John to hold the towel tightly to his side. She ran swiftly and walked the horse to the surrey and rode as fast as she could to the neighbor Peter O’Reilly. She came in to the O’Reillys’ yard, screaming and hollering that John has been gored by a bull. Peter jumped into the surrey with Penny, who drove swiftly back to help John. When they got there, John was on the floor next to the bed. He was totally gray, breathing very little.

Peter said to Penny, I don’t think he is going to make it.

They sat all night, and finally, John passed away in the morning. Peter said, I should go back and get my son and come back and dig the grave next to the children. Peter looked at Penny’s face and could see the sorrow in her eyes, which filled with tears as she held them back. Don’t be afraid to cry, Penny. This is just terrible, what has happened to you, Peter said.

They buried John next to the children, putting stones above his grave with a cross and