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Synopsis: Two Blocks from Slab Town is based on the actual events of Cissy, an eight year old girl, growing up in a Southern, rural town during the 1960’s. Her father was a World War II veteran suffering from a post traumatic stress disorder. Cissy lives two blocks from Slab Town, an area where homes were made out of rough, slabs of wood. These huts provided little protection from its predatory environment, animal as well as human. Cissy's mother was a clairvoyant, while her father was a clairsentient. She was able to survive and protect those around her by unleashing her sixth sense. As Cissy, I was glad to have this experience. I learned that a single flame can cut through the darkness making its own path.

Two Blocks from Slab Town
The Blue Elephant
by Saturna Brown


Posted: 13:30 May 31, 2009


We probably wouldn't worry about what people think of us if we could know how seldom they do.

Olin Miller


Two Blocks from Slab Town

At this time, I would like to introduce you to my brother, Joey. Joey has an original style of writing and it gives me pleasure to share one of his stories with you.

     Christmas was the most special time of the year - especially for a kid. My name is Joey, and it was 1963. My sister (you may know her as Cissy), and I were looking forward to another great year, as the season rolled around.

     The week before school had let out; I remember telling Cissy, "You know what, Cissy? Everybody's bein' so nice to each other, I don't understand!"

     Cissy replied, "Well, Joey, everybody's being so nice 'cause they're scared of not gettin' what they want for Christmas."

      I still didn't understand what she was sayin', so I asked her, "Cissy, what do you mean?"

      Well, she took a little more time with me and explained that Santa was lookin' to give the best and nicest kids what they wanted - and then she added, " If you're like most of the kids around here are, well…, you get what you get!"

     Well, I knew right then and there that didn't apply to me - I had been as good as I could possibly be that year!

     Finally, school had let out! There were cheers, thrills, and every kid I knew was havin' a good time. Well, about a day after the excitement calmed down a bit, I remember sittin' on the front porch with Cissy. I asked her, "Cissy, what do you want this year?"

     She said," I want a doll… to add to my collection."

     Now, if you don't already know, Cissy had a bunch of dolls and knew everyone one of them by their name. She also taught all of them their 3 r's, and how to be the perfect lady or gentleman. I thought I'd be funny and so I asked her, "Cissy, do you think you were good enough this year to get another doll?"

     Well, she just looked at me and barked, "Look you, don't you say anything to Mom, Dad, Santa, or his elves (for that matter) about that tar thing, ya here!"

     Well, I'd already got a spankin' for that and didn't want' a mess things up any further with Santa, so I just said, "Uh-huh!"

     Well, the day came when I had to write my letter to Santa, so, I knew I had to put some good things in there I'd done that year (savin' the drownin' cat from Steve Thompson; stoppin' Dennis Perrish from liftin' my sister's dress; and makin' sure Chum (our dog) didn't pee on the floor when we'd let him in - when it was too cold outside). So, I guess you could say I'd covered just about everything.

     The one thing I did want that year, in particular, was a bicycle. Every kid in my block either had one, or, was surely getting one from Santa. So, in my letter, along with goin' down to Conner's dime shop and sittin' on that fake Santa's lap, I pretty much explained the situation. The next part of the story you couldn't possibly believe.

     It was Christmas Eve. Cissy and I were sittin' in the front livin' room thinking about the good things to come. I remember sayin', "Cissy, I think I'm gonna get my bike this year."


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