The Hunt for Ethell Gush: A Low County Tale, Entangled with Mystery, Mysticism, Life's Failures, and All Enduring Faith.
By Kendral Mobley, Kathy Mobley and Brenda Craven
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Living a life can be as uneventful as the worse vacation you've ever taken. And to say our first few years of marriage was anything other than that, would be a lie. With the constant grind of work, raising children and always searching for time for being a husband and a wife for each other, it can get tough. But, once in a while, when you're on your last leg, when you've tried everything, a total stranger just might drop into your life and become more than just a friend. It happened to us. Our new friend, she bought with her things we had all but forgotten about and given up on, new outlooks, new expectations, and new ideas. As she shared her life experiences with us, we soon realized our life problems compared to hers, was like child's play. This story tells the real life beginning to an adventure that took us to places we never conceived. The things we saw and heard...fixed us. A simple invitation to meet a very exceptional and eccentric person, gave way to food for the soul. Come with us as we take you on a wild ride. As you read, be in the story with us, and I guarantee, you too, will never forget!
Kendral Mobley
We are simple people and are high school sweethearts and have been married for over 30 years. We are two people God put together, a wife and a husband, to honor, love and cherish. We take life and do the best that we can with it. To some, that’s not enough. But we believe every goal, no matter how small or how large, we can conquer, together. Inspiration and faith are our driving force.
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The Hunt for Ethell Gush - Kendral Mobley
© 2021 Kendral Mobley and Kathy Mobley. All rights reserved.
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Published by AuthorHouse 11/24/2021
ISBN: 978-1-6655-4595-2 (sc)
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CONTENTS
Prelude
Chapter 1 These Old Dry Bones
Chapter 2 Kendral
Chapter 3 Kathy
Chapter 4 The Catch
Chapter 5 Infiltrate
Chapter 6 New York
Chapter 7 The Herbal shop
Chapter 8 Mr. Late Evening
Chapter 9 Haiti
Chapter 10 The Wicked
Chapter 11 India
Epilogue
PRELUDE
40712.pngT he following story is based on true events, though some of the events may not be completely accurate due to one of the character’s untimely death. It was written to celebrate the incredible time we shared with our departed friend, Sister
, whom we loved dearly. Out of High respect and love for her, we dedicated our time and our hearts, to give her the graceful completion of her life that she rightfully deserved.
I t all began in a small country town, perhaps not too much unlike your own. The name of the town is called Walterboro. It’s located in South Carolina’s Low Country and unknown to many, an adventure was playing out. The town itself, isn’t significant, just your average southern, hick town trying to fancy itself as a tourist attraction, in which most of these small Interstate towns fail miserably. I have often heard many evangelizing preachers, as they visit our lovely city, say they can see old, dreadful spirits perching on the branches like birds or hanging from the trees like moss. Of course, that’s if you believe that kind of stuff.
The Edisto river separates Colleton County, where Walterboro is located, from Charleston county. If you were to stand on the bridge that crosses over the Edisto River and look out toward the banks, you would see large, ancient trees with thongs of hanging mosses and all sorts of water birds and water lilies. You would definitely get the feeling of a time long gone. Yep, that’s the Lowcountry and its history is rich with stories of love, despair, and triumph. This is one of those stories. It’s a story about a couple of simple people that experienced a larger-than-life adventure. I was part of that adventure and here is that story…
Chapter 1
THESE OLD
DRY BONES
40716.pngI was depressed, my husband was on a dead-end job, and my elderly mother had been a teacher, for 30 plus years. Some of her students were handicapped or what some might called mentally challenged. That career was something to be proud of and she had the heart of a servant. That trait led her to constantly act like a servant to the family. For some reason, she felt like the best way to show her love to the family was being the pickup person. Whenever she visited someone’s home, she felt the best way to show her love was through her cleaning. This gesture was often rewarded back to her by people saying things like, she is such a beautiful soul.
Her life consisted of robotic, ritualistic behaviors that often led me to believe she had some slight obsessive issue going on. These were not my desires for this loving mother of three. She became a divorcee when I was around three years old. All day long she was at the beck and call of those who needed her the most. Her only comfort came in the late evening as she sat on her couch with a bowl of rice and a cup of tea watching television. This replaced her husband’s company, who she divorced years ago. When I was young, she fell on very hard times so at the age of three I was sent to live with my uncle’s mother three hours away. We kept in touch and I would spend weekends with my siblings, but I never really lived with my mother again. It was only after ten years of marriage that my husband and I decided to relocate to Walterboro, from Saluda South Carolina, some 145 Miles away. I had come into my mom’s life late, so I found that changing her mindset of being everyone’s servant
was challenging to say the least. As with life, whether it be finances, unmet goals or simply life’s trials, my own life had become empty, unfulfilled and quite boring. I was slowly falling, spiraling out of control. I felt no excitement in my life and seemed to have no hope for a better tomorrow. Ironically, being the new-comer and a fresh new face, I became everyone’s turn-to
for new hope, brandishing new ideas and a bright smile and thus becoming the center for the family. How I felt seemed to affect everyone else’s mood around me. It’s a burden when people look to you for hope, but you yourself, have none. There were days of emotional strain and despair because I was faking hope that I did not have. Only in my mid-thirties, I’m not supposed to feel this way. I felt that I should be enjoying life, laughing and doing things with my husband and my two beautiful teen boys. But mostly I watched the gospel shows all day and I pray day and night hoping that some glimmer of light might indulge me. I thought I knew God, but where is He now?
My husband, who is a very good man, was trying hard to be all that he could be for me and the children. I could see his hidden despair and sense of what’s the use.
I hid my true doubts and fears so that he could find strength in me. After all, we had been together since we were teens and I loved him. I used to wonder why he never abandoned us; most men would have left years ago. Sometimes I would ask him why he stayed when so many men would have left long ago. With his soft hands on my chin, he turned my face toward his, looked into my eyes, and said, I love you and I made a promise to God that I would never leave you. I vowed to do what I was called to do as a father and husband.
As he spoke, I felt reassured again, but let’s be real, how long do you think a marriage can withstand this kind of hopelessness? Such is life and life happened.
One day in the later part of 2004 I was on the couch, watching TV, flipping between Oprah and the gospels as usual. The music went in one ear and out the other. I was dazed, wondering why I couldn’t have been like Oprah, rich and famous. The phone rang. It was Mom. She seemed…happily excited about something, which was highly unusual for her. I quickly found out that she wanted me to go with her to a woman’s house. Irritated for being pulled out of my fantasy of salvation, I thought to myself, a woman’s house? This could easily be a visit to some old person’s home, who wants to recant her childhood from the age of 10 to the age of 99. Or the house
could be the local nursing home and we could end up sitting in a dark room, listening to another childhood tale in a room that smells of medicine. I felt reluctant and did not want to visit anyone! My mood was not in my mom’s favor. All I wanted to do was sit on my couch and zone out. But mother was very persistent and would not take no for an answer. As I cursed my way through a quick shower, I had to admit, the excitement in her voice made me curious. Mom finally arrived. I got in the car and we were off. As we rode along, I pouted and thought to myself this is her big favor for the week from me and my big sacrifice for the month!
We finally made it to the woman’s driveway and as mom turned in, I noticed two huge, winged statues of lions, reared on their hinds, claws out and teeth snarling, that left me feeling… odd. I chuckled to myself and thought, I hope this isn’t a visit to one of the so called
root workers. As we rounded a curve down the long driveway the house became in view. It was a large two-story home, hidden away from the main road by a large grove of pine trees. It was the home I had often dreamed of having one day as my own, after all, the single wide trailer I had lived in for over twenty years was falling apart. After parking the car, I took a couple deep breaths, for I did not know who lived here, or what to expect, or why I was even here. Who was this woman and why did I have to come? I guess all my answers would be answered soon. The front door came open, but no one stepped out.... again, odd. So, we got out of the car and walked up to the door. From inside the house a gentle voice said,
Y’all come on in, I will be with you shortly". As we walked in the house, we noticed that it was filled with old beautiful antiques. In the center of the dining room was a large eight chair dining table. The chairs sat high and had high backs like a throne. At the head of the table was an even larger chair. The room reminded me of King Arthur’s table except this table was rectangle. To one side of the room was a large, oversized couch and to the other side a massive fireplace. Then from down the hallway a figure began to emerge. It was her, the woman momma wanted me to meet. She was tall with a medium build and was pleasant to look upon with a soothing voice. She walked so softly and gracefully that she seemed to float across the floor as she walked. She also carried a very strange looking cane, not that she needed it, I had learned later that night. It was about five and a half feet in length and was as tall as the woman. I could tell it had been professionally hand carved from a tree limb. It had a smooth shiny finish. Noticing how I was looking at the strange item, the woman explained that her cane was not for walking, but it was a reminder from God, that He called her to be who she was, not what other people thought she should be. God told her to never leave her cane behind. As I let that soak in, introductions were made. She formally introduced herself as Sarah, but she insisted that we call her Sister. She then offered us seats and took the head chair and began to speak. She talked softly,