Eccles' Stories

                                                          The 25th day of May is the real Thunder's birthday                                                        so part of celebrating his birthdate I'm writing this  story.                                                   It was eight O'clock in the morning when Thunder's butler,                     Chucko  (the ape) came into the room serving Thunder breakfast in bed.  Thunder                     asked, why he was being served breakfast in bed, and why at such a late hour?                     Chucko told him, "that today was his birthday so they cleared his work schedule,"                     and served him breakfast in bed.                                                        Thunder looked over his breakfast it was his favorites: an                     all meats omlet, orange juice, and milk.  Thunder thought that looked good to him                     and he woofed it right down.  Thunder then asked C

            Vacation time, what is it really?  Is it not something for the upper-class or those who are rich  only? When I was young, I was taught that it was a time to go visit family or go to church meetings.   For some reason the church meetings have ceased to be for me.  I do, however still visit my one  surviving parent once a year.             Yet I see some families go here there and yon.  I know that for myself one day taking a vacation will mean staying at home by myself.  To go to another country is possible for only a few, but not for  me.  For me vacation time will soon come to an end.   For when my Papa passes away where will I go  on vacation?               Then again there is the magnificent places I go when reading or writing stories.  These  vacations are created by the mind.  In the vacation to the mind, you might find yourself going miles or  ages away without leaving your armchair.  You can also see a magnificent creature or two.  Oh the  things and places you will

  Thunder's Mother             As we open our story up we find a old white dog with apricot spots getting out of a checkered  cab.     The cabbie gets seven bags out of the taxi and carries them out for the old dog.  The old dog moves her hat around on top of her head as all old dogs do.  Chucko (the butler) greets her at the door  asking her what her name is, as well as what her business was.               The old dog pounded her walking stick into the Cobblestone Pavement.  She then stated, "Look here you overgrown ape, I have come over six hundred miles by bus to see my son, Thunder.  I demand  to see him now!  Do I make myself understood, sonny?"               Chucko let her in all the while being beaten up by an old dog.  While all this was going on he  was attempting to make a call to Thunder.  Thunder said to sit her down, give her some cookies. and  some hot tea, "and oh yes ask if she needs to take her medicine."                So Chucko very politely g

          It was a sunny day out nothing like the morning before.  Yet later as the day went by clouds  gathered over head.  No rain came out of those clouds it just became dark.  Then as I went on social  media I got news from our Elder at church that a dear old friend of mine had passed on.          It was not unexpected for she had been sick for many a year.  As Solomon had said in Ecclesiastes 3:2 "there is a time to be born, and a time to die."  This was our dear friends time to die.  Her husband  had died a month ago, and perhaps now she saw no reason to go on living as she was.  She just wanted to go home, and now she was at home with God.             As I talked with my father about our dear friends death I learned his sister was shutting down.  I was told that the family was putting her on hospice, to put it plain and simple it was almost time for  her to die.  I look around me and see people dying and not being born.  I realized then that it was time  for my loved o