I grew up on a poultry farm. We had over 200 hens. Every morning, me, my brother, and my father would go out and gather eggs after we had let the chickens loose in the yard. In the evenings, we would round up all the chickens back in the henhouse.
Deep in the heart of Missouri, there was an old mill at the base of a mountain. Every day, the miller and his son would go up to the mill to grain flour. They would spend hours in this mill. Summer, winter, fall, spring, snow, rain, and shine, they were always there.
About 50 years ago, an iconic landmark was destroyed, The Pearl Bay Oak Tree in South Carolina. This tree was predicted to be somewhere between 600 and 700 years old. Oaks were not found in that part of the state. The story went that an Indian planted this tree with some seeds he brought from the north.
Treasure, there’s a word that could get your attention. It’s not just the wealth that entices people. It’s the adventure, the quest for glory. As wonderful as it sounds, it sometimes comes with a heavy price. That price is often destroyed friendships, heartbreak, and sometimes death.
It was a hot summer day that Monday afternoon. So hot, in fact, that car engines were not starting, cows were not giving milk, and all the birds were hiding in the trees. But that didn’t bother Billie Joe. She was determined to enjoy her summer day. Billie Joe, a young, red-headed girl, skipped aimlessly across a deserted field covered in wildflowers, dandelions, and tall green grass. Her complexion was white. She had spent the entire winter indoors recovering from pneumonia. At last, she could go outside and soak up some sunshine.