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 TownOld Rockin' Chairby Joey Boon
Posted: 12:53 November 22, 2009
"Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm," Ralph Waldo Emerson 1803-1882
When I was just a young little sprout, I never realized the enormous value of that old rockin' chair we had on the front porch. I would, however, sit there just rockin' away for hours on end. One day this lady that lived on Lowry street came to pay Mom a visit ( for you that don't know, Lowry Street was the block just north of where we lived). Now, the reason she did this was for a good thing. She didn't have any kids of her own…… guess she couldn't.
She began to tell Mom that every day around 2:00p.m. she'd look out her kitchen window to see me fallen' asleep in that old rockin' chair. She thought it was just the most wonderful sight she'd ever seen. Well, as Mom had done for many of her friends, the lady asked her if she'd read her tea leaves. Now, Mom always said it was just pure entertainment, but when she told me that, she had a little wink in her eye. I thought, "O.K., Mom!"
Mom used tea leaves the same as one reading a crystal ball or tarot cards. She was a born psychic, just like her mother had been.
Mom sat down with Mrs. Gordon and began the process of reading her tea leaves. You may not know, but what you have to do is take fresh tea leaves (not the bag type) and have the person who wants the reading, drink from the cup. Then, you drain out all the excess liquid and let the leaves stick to the bottom of the cup. Next, you have to take that cup and turn it upside down and place in on a saucer. Then, you have the person (who wants the reading) turn the cup clockwise three times, and then let her go.
Well, when Mrs. Gordon let her go, Mom said quietly," Oh my goodness!"
Mrs. Gordon jumped up and said," What Amy…what?"
Mom looked at her for some time and replied," Look, Mary Ellen, I'd rather not say! You see, when I was just a little bitty thing, my mother taught me how to read these darn tea leaves." She said," if you're gonna read tea leaves (for real), you must always tell the truth about what you see - otherwise, you'll lose the gift or second-sight!"
Mrs. Gordon looked at Mom and said," Is it somethin' bad, Amy?"
Well, Mom took a pause and finally responded," Are you sure you wanna know, Mary Ellen?"
So, Mrs. Gordon took a moment and finally uttered," I don't know! You're kind'a scarin' me, Amy!" She went further and said," Well, can you sort'a give a hint, or two?"
Mom laughed a little and said," You know, Mary Ellen, I've been reading tea leaves for more than 40 years, now - and most of the things I see in 'em come true. However, there are times when I'm completely off the chart (so to speak)."
Mrs. Gordon sat there at the kitchen table pondering her thoughts and finally said to Mom," O.K. Amy, what is it? Am I gonna die soon, or what?"
Mom quickly replied," No honey! It's just that I never knew that you had a child that died from " sudden death syndrome" ( better known as "crib death").
Mrs. Gordon looked at Mom in absolute amazement! It took her a while, but finally she said," Amy, I have never, ever, told anyone about that! How'd you know?"
Mom looked at her with those jet black pair of eyes and said, "I didn't know! But, your tea leaves said it all! Mom further explained to her," You were barren for many years after the death of your young boy, right?"
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