Gleanings March-April 2015

Health Report: Barbara had some follow up tests done on March 25th. The results of which revealed that the infection is once again present.  She is continuing treatment with a new medicine.  Something specifically developed in Switzerland for this problem. We thank God for His providential provisions.

Another Open Door

A new Bible Study with group of several “church” leaders in San Filipe, Quetzaltenango.

We characterize this as a rescue mission to the disillusioned and deceived.

We have been able to be involved with several groups who use  New Testament labels.  That is, they call themselves a church and their leaders pastors but by definition they are not.

Not churches and not pastors and not teaching the Bible.  They are preaching “another gospel” which is not the gospel and teaching the doctrines of man.

These groups have been deceived and fleeced by the false doctrines of Neo-Pentecostalism. They played the Pentecostal game and pretended they were gifted and called by God. But now they are burned out and can’t hype the people anymore.

The offerings fall off and so do the “pastors”.

We have not sought this aspect of the ministry directly.  It is rather a by product of our radio ministry.  There are mixed in these groups some genuine blood bought Christians, who when they hear the Word of God know it is their Father speaking.

It is to these believers we have responded and set up group studies.  Our approach has been expound the Word of God and let God’s Spirit apply it as He will.

We have seen some evidence that God is using these studies. However some reject the truth of God’s Word and prefer to go their own way.

Much like any group that hears God’s Word unmixed with God given faith.  They go away more ignorant of truth then ever.

Our goal: To be available to God for this aspect of ministry as long as He wills.  We have the expectation that He will eventually establish  Churches made up of true believers upon the foundation of His Word and for His own Glory.

We use God’s Appointed means, the Bible, and God’s Appointed method, preaching.  (For the preaching of the cross is to them that perish foolishness; but unto us which are saved it is the power of God 1 Cor. 1:18)

Depending on God to apply the finished work of Christ to those He has called through His Word and by His Spirit.

1. “Preach the Word; be instant in season, out of season; reprove, rebuke, exhort with all longsuffering and doctrine. For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but after their own lusts shall they heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears; And they shall turn away their ears from the truth, and shall be turned unto fables. But watch thou in all things, endure afflictions, do the work of an evangelist, make full proof of thy ministry.” (2 Tim 4:2-5)

2. “For after that in the wisdom of God the world by wisdom knew not God, it pleased God by the foolishness of preaching to save them that believe. For the Jews require a sign, and the Greeks seek after wisdom: But we preach Christ crucified, unto the Jews a stumblingblock, and unto the Greeks foolishness; But unto them which are called, both Jews and Greeks, Christ the power of God, and the wisdom of God” (1 Corinthians 1:21-24)

3.Because: “Jesus answered them, I told you, and ye believed not:the works that I do in my Father’s name, they bear witness of me. But ye believe not, because ye are not of my sheep, as I said unto you. My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me: And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand. My Father, which gave them me, is greater than all; and no man is able to pluck them out of my Father’s hand. I and my Father are one.” (John 10:25-30)

Thank You For Praying

Personal: 1. Barbara’s Health 2.Near Future Plans

Ministry:  3. The New opportunities in San Filipe, Quetzaltenango 4. Jorge and his family 5. Temple Baptist Church San Juan and Xela

Radio Ministry: 6. Stations  7. Production of Programing

Pastoral Training: 8. San Filipe  9. Uspantan 10. Nahuala

11. San Antonio Suchitepequez

These Last Days: 11. The testimony of Christians  12. God sent revival to His church  13. Protection and Courage For God’s Pulpits 14. The Revival 0f God called pastors, Return to the Bible and with dependance upon God’s Spirit and Restoration of the Gospel. 15. Repentance. Turning away from trusting in fleshly means.


Gleanings Jan-Feb 2015

By way of explanation as to why the posts have stopped. I post a copy of an article from this month’s news letter.

I hope to  pick up the “Adventures of Artie” soon. 

Acts 27:23 “For there stood by me this night the angel of God, whose I am, and whom I serve, Saying, Fear not”

As 2014 closed out with many observable blessings, 2015 started with many apparent problems.

The most consuming of which has been Barbara’s health.  

Our tendency is to see these personal health problems as a distraction from the will and work of God.  And we long to have them all behind us so we can get on with “the work”.

But the truth is that our only purpose on earth is to glorify God.

We can do that as well from the sick bed as from the pulpit.  In fact the sick bed is a very effective platform to reveal in a speechless reality what is true in our lives. Especially when that bed of suffering takes us and our family to the edges of eternity.  

When the storm of disease beats on our fragile, temporal hulls.  When the only wind that comes is contrary.  And the only water that touches our lips seems laced with salt.

When our physical existence takes us from one humiliation to the next and all hope is taken away but One.  But even that hope is, at times, obscured by the violence and persistence of these present tempests. 

It is there we surrender all pretense, the raw reality of who’s we are and why we are is known to us in a way we had not known before.  It is from there that our whispered, “Thank you God” becomes our psalm sung in the worship of acceptance. 

Thousands of prayers have been prayed on Barbara’s behalf. And I believe God is glorified in our asking as much as He is in His answering.  God has raised up many who have helped us in many ways and we thank Him for it.

Thank you for praying  God has received the Glory, and Barbara is healing.

Saturday Night Chores at Charles Henry’s

Hank and Ab put the tools and supplies in the shed that Percy had designated.

They made their arrangements for Monday and each headed home.

Hank was thankful for the work accomplished and thought the Lord had blessed them with a good neighbor in Percy.  As he thought and thanked God for what He had done for them he began to wonder if Percy and his wife were Christians.

Then his thoughts turned toward home and his family.  Only a day away and it passed pleasantly enough.  The body aches and pains not withstanding.

He drove the truck into the shed and eased himself out of the truck.

Once in the house, greetings were given all around, and Linda seemed especially affectionate.

Art wanted to tell about the fishing outing with Bill Richards and the deer sighting.  Virginia wanted to tell about Bill helping her in the milk room with her chores.  Phyllis wanted to suggest that Virginia had a romantic interest in Bill.

Hank listened to it all and Linda brought him a cup of coffee.  They sat together and exchanged the blessings of the day.

Hank was interested in hearing the story of Charles Henry’s “dance with the heifer”.

At supper he learned that Bill was going to Charles Henry’s to help with the chores.  He asked the family, “How about we go help Bill with Charles Henry’s chores? He continued, “Many hands make light work.”

Virginia responded first, “Yes, let’s do it.”  Glances were shared around the table.  Virginia responded to the unspoken comments with, “Well it will be a way to thank him for his help today.”  Phyllis interjected, “See what I mean.”

Everyone agreed to go and as soon as their supper was done they got in the truck and drove to Charles Henry’s place.

They found Charles and Bill in the barn discussing the chores.

Charles was flabbergasted at the offer of unsolicited help.  

Hank asked them, “How will we divide the work?”  Charles offered, “We are milking 25 tonight, so maybe those who can milk should start there and I’ll show the rest how to get the hay to the manger.”

Hank concurred with the plan. “Ok. Bill, Art, and I will milk and the ladies can get the hay down.”

While the men cleaned the tie-ups, Charles Henry showed the ladies where to take the hay from, and how to open the chutes that led to the mangers.  Then he bought extra pails and stools for milking.  

Charles directed Hank to a particular cow and said, “Better do her first, she has to be hobbled and her tail tied down.” He explained, “She gets nervous hearing the others being milked so we do her first.” 

Hank asked, “Is this the one?”  “No” replied Charles, “It is that heifer on the end, we call her Matilda.”

The milking was otherwise uneventful and in 30 minutes they were carrying the milk cans to the milk-room.  They poured the cans of milk into a refrigerated bulk tank to await collection by the dairy.

The ladies had taken care of feeding and watering the bull, who had his own space just outside the barn.  

Phyllis was intimidated by his size and loud bellows.  Virginia found that he loved to be rubbed on his forehead.  He would stand still, with his eyes crossed as long as she rubbed.  It became comical as she stopped and he started chewing and moving trying to get closer to Virginia.  Then Virginia would start rubbing him again, and he would freeze and his eyes would cross.  Virginia called him “silly boy”.  

They all met back by the milk-room. Charles appeared close to tears as he thanked every one.  Bill reminded him that he would come over again the following evening.  Charles countered, “My dad will be home tomorrow all day.  We can handle it together.”

Bill replied, “I’ll check with you Monday then to see if you need me.”

As they walked out of the barn toward the truck Charles pointed at a pair of torn up overalls nailed to the wall above the door.

Charles Henry explained, “Those were the ones I was wearing.” Then he pointed out a hand lettered sign which read, “Be careful who you share your overalls with.”  Hank smiled as the images of Charles Henry waltzing with Matilda came into his mind.

Bill thanked Hank and the family for their help and commented on how well it went.

Hank said, “Come on, ride home with us.” Bill replied, “Thanks!” and jumped into the body of the truck with Virginia and Art.

The three stood leaning on the cab and enjoying the wind sweeping over them.  Virginia’s house dress whipping around in the wind finally caused her to retreat to sitting down in the shelter of the cab.  She drew the skirt of her dress down over her knees and held it there.  Bill, sensing her mild distress, took his light jacket and laid it on her to hold everything in place.  Virginia relaxed, and they talked about school starting, and their favorite teachers, and classes.

Hank pulled into the Richard’s farm driveway and let Bill out.

Virginia waved good-bye for as long as Bill was visible.

Once the family arrived home, Hank checked the barn while the rest of the family went to the kitchen to help with clean up.

Everyone took a bath and went to bed.  No one had any trouble sleeping except Virginia.

She watched the moon make its way into the sky while thinking the thoughts that a young girl thinks on an August night in Maine.

Fall Fly Fishing in August

First Strike

Art’s reflexes responded by giving a slight jerk on the fly to set the hook in the fish’s mouth. The tight line, made zig-zags in the surface of the water.

Bill saw Art’s pole flexing and grabbed up his net and moved into position to assist Art.  

 Art was working the fish upstream toward them.

Bill slid the net under the fish, then slowly raised it out of the water.  Bill announced, “Got him!” and held the net up between them so they both could see Art’s catch.   Bill spoke first, “Nice one Art, looks like it’s about 10 inches long.  Great job Art, you played that perfectly.”   Art responded, “Thanks, but without the net I might not have it.  He tossed the fly as you netted him”.

Bill asked, “What did you catch him on?”  Art responded, “I don’t know the name of it; it is a brown and red one my grandfather tied for me”.

Bill slipped the trout into his creel.   Then he opened his fly pouch to see if he had a fly resembling Art’s.    Finding one that seemed a near match, Bill used it to replace the one he was about to use.

Artie was, in the meantime, trying to duplicate his first cast hoping to duplicate the result.  However, the fly flopped on a rock so Art manipulated his pole to get the fly into the water.   The fly slid into the water.  There was a sudden splash as a trout which was lurking beneath that rock ripped the surface in a vicious grab for Art’s fly.   The fish had set the hook in his own mouth and Art began to play him in.   Bill put down his own pole and brought the net to assist Art once again.

Bill scooped up the second trout, which was bigger than the first.  Bill was more excited than Art by Art’s success.   

Bill said, only half-joking, “Ok, now you put your pole down until I’ve had a chance to cast.  I can’t catch anything if I have to man the net for you”.   Art laughed, but did take some extra time drying off his fly so Bill could get his fly in the water.

Artie watched as Bill dropped his fly in the current and it floated down-stream.  Paying out the line slowly, allowing the fly to go naturally where the current would take it.  

Then where an eddy swept behind a stone and just as the fly accelerated into the eddy – wham – a trout struck.

A Rainbow Over the Brook

Art saw the trout leap from the water and clear the surface by a foot or more.  Art thought he had never seen anything as beautiful as that fish in midair.   Art headed for Bill’s net, hopping from stone to stone back across the brook.  He grabbed the net and turned to select a dry route to Bill.  Dry was not going to be.  Artie joined Bill in the brook.  Art made an involuntary sucking noise as he slid into the cold spring fed waters of Roseanne Brook.  Bill said, “Don’t worry, you will be numb in a few minutes.”

Art reached Bill’s location in time to slip the net under the fish.

Art held it up for their inspection.  It was the biggest yet.  Bill observed, “This must be some sort of record, three strikes and three catches and all keepers.”  Bill glanced at the sky and said, “It is time for us to head home.” 

Art had already started to shiver as he collected his equipment and waded across the brook again and climbed out behind Bill.

Watery squashing sounds issued from their shoes with every step.  Bill’s new moccasins were not going to be right ever again.

Mysterious Apparition

Once they were up on the rail-road tracks, something on the lake caught Bill’s eye.  Art asked, “What is it, what do you see?”  Bill, pointing out over the water replied, “I have no idea.”  Art scanned the surface of the lake, then saw it. In a whisper Art exclaimed “What in the world is that?”  Bill added, “Well, what ever it is, it is coming our way.”  

They stood still and watched the indiscernible ‘something’ on or in the water apparently swimming in their direction.  Two or three minutes passed as their eyes and brains tried to work out what they were seeing.  Almost at the same moment they realized what it was.  They were seeing the velvet’ed antlers of a nice buck that was swimming across the lake.  They stayed still and waited, and sure enough the buck came ashore just yards from them.  It too climbed up on the tracks, paused, then vanished into the undergrowth.  Bill did not speak, but started walking briskly toward home.

Twenty squashing minutes later they were on the steps to Art’s house. After shedding their still wet shoes they went into the house.  Art shouted as he entered, “Mom, I’m home.”  Linda responded from the kitchen, “I’m in here.”

“Knock em Down Pile em Up”

The buck seemed to respond to their proximity and activity by moving closer to the tree line on the West end of Percy’s field, and  then, at a majestic pace, disappearing into the woods.

The three men walked the boundaries and discussed the details of what was to be done.

Satisfied they all had a clear idea of what was to happen; Percy excused himself, and collected his paraphernalia to return home.

Hank shouted after him, “Be sure to thank your missus for the coffee and great donuts.”

Ab and Hank moved their trucks to the back of the field.

It was obvious to each how the work was to be done.  Where each would start and how far apart they would work to keep each other out of harms way.

As each reached their respective starting points, Ab shouted, “Let’s knock ‘em down and pile ‘em up.”

In the next instant the sound of ax blows rang across the field.

Hank reveled in the hard work. This is the “free men’s” work which Hank had thought about in the foxholes of Europe.  In Europe Hank observed the evidences of serfdom and its repression of men. And the Nazi’s (national socialism) with its enslavement of men.

America was founded as a nation of laws, which had paradoxically made it a nation of free men. Free to worship the God of heaven and earth openly, free to own land, free to advance as far as his ambition and abilities could take him.  Where governments existed to punish the evil and reward the good. To protect private property rights and free enterprise.

This was the America Hank had grown up in and loved. This is the heritage he wished to pass to his children. This is the America he was willing to share with the millions of war weary refugees that would make their way to its shores. Men and women who wanted to become Americans. Not hyphenated “half-hearts” clinging to failed philosophies.  Not people desiring to change America into what they had left behind. Not irresponsible parasites that would ultimately destroy their hosts.

Though Hank’s part in the war was an ocean away and almost a year in the past, he knew it would never be more than a memory away.  The images and the fears they sometimes brought always came unbidden.  And could distract from the present reality but, so far in Hank’s case, never had become his present reality.

Hank heard the familiar snap and crash of a tree coming down. Ab had polished off his beech tree quickly. Another ten blows and Hank’s ash also crashed heavily to the earth.

After an hour or so they took a break, each commenting on the effect of the intense physical labor.  Hank observed, “My farmer’s calluses are always in the wrong place for my woodsman’s work.”  Ab seemed to understand and added, “It is true. In fact, the farmer’s calluses can pinch the softer skin against the ax handle. It is that way in life – you think you are ready, but find that life can use your calluses against you. And discover where you don’t have your calluses yet.”

Hank continued the idea, “Quite profound Mr. Dunn; well in three days we will be so sore we will not be making these distinctions.”

Each took another swallow of water and then walked back to their work.  And though they worked under a late August sun the air had the cool edge of fall in it, the net effect was most pleasant.

As they took up their axes, Ab reminded, “Knock-en ‘em down is the easy part.”

As Hank’s ax began once again taking bites out of a tree he thought about his family and wondered how the things were going at home. Hank was as aware as ever of his dependence on God.

The History of Beginnings – (Genesis 1:1-2)

Starting at the Front Door – Meeting the Creator, helps us understand His creation.

Opening the Bible to the first page is like coming in the “front door” of a great and sacred library. Here is a repository that answers the questions we’ve all asked; and a book that asks question that we cannot answer. It is the book that tells us things about ourselves that we wish were not true.
Here we ought to vicariously remove our shoes, for we have entered holy ground. We must not rush in with our defiling presuppositions, but as much as it is possible with intellectual humility. We come to be instructed by God, who is the first cause of all things.

Directing our attention to the first verse of the Bible, we read the following:

“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.”

Ten ordinary words arranged in an extra-ordinary way. We are not meeting a human librarian, but the living God of the Universe.  He is the source of all the information required to create and sustain the universe and everything in it.

The implications of those ten words are profound and comprehensive. We learn God was before the beginning and is therefore eternal. We discover that God is the very cause of the beginning. Time was created by God as an element of His creative purpose for the physical universe. A purpose that is only completely known to Himself. That creation has its source and continuing purposes in, by, and for God alone.


There was a time when there was nothing but God; so all things must have their origin in Him alone.


The name of God used in this first verse is a Hebrew plural noun. A plural in the Hebrew is 3 or more. The Trinity is hinted at in this title.

We are met at the “Front Door” of the Bible by Elohim, the mighty and eternal God who exists apart from time. He is the timeless Creator of all things.


The Materialist believes that matter, space, time, and energy are eternal. But this is contradicted by the first verse. The Bible declares that before God created them nothing existed. It is impossible for us to contemplate “nothing”. We had a school boy definition of “nothing” as a zero written on the blackboard with the rim rubbed out. But the illustration required chalk and a blackboard.

I used to play a game with the grandchildren. I would say to them, “Ok, for the next 5 minutes you can’t think about a purple elephant.” And they, like you, could not help but think of a purple elephant.

The materialist, because he cannot imagine there being “nothing” rejects that possibility. He sets himself up as the standard of what can and cannot be; and thereby disqualifies the existence of God on the basis of his own “sin limited” intellect; and then replaces God with “eternal matter” and “random processes” to account for his own existence.


It must be quite surprising to the Atheist when he or she comes through the front door of the Bible and meets the God they deny. It is terminally foolish to deny the existence of God. Proverbs reveals that this “foolishness” is, at its root, a spiritual problem.
The Atheist thinks he can banish God to non existence by saying to himself, “There is no God.” God is unmoved by and unresponsive to such ridiculous notions.


The Evolutionist is completely undone when he comes through the Front Door of the Bible. He meets the Elohim of the Bible and the clear declaration that He created all things.

The Bible declares there is a Creator. The “He” is intelligent, powerful, and wise. He is behind the origin of the incomprehensible complexity and order of creation.
 Evolution distilled down to its essence can be stated thus: “Nobody + Nothing = Everything”.

Illustration question.

Looking at a new car in the show room, which of the following beliefs requires more faith?

1) That the car had no designer and no maker?

2) Or that the car had a designer, and though I never met him or her I know they exist because I see their work?

I say the Evolutionist must have the most faith. He is the one taking a blind leap, because his world view does not conform to reality.

Animists / Pantheist

One day a few years ago we were driving Jorge Rodriguez home to La Estancia. It was one of those days when someone somewhere decided to burn a large corn field. The smoke of the fire mixed with the fog hanging on the mountains and formed an ashy cloud. Jorge pointed to this phenomenon and said, “The Quiche’ have a name for that formation. They call it, “Mule”. It is one of their gods.” I repeated in English, the “Smog god”. This is an illustration of Animism, the belief that there is a god, small “g”, inhabiting the items of creation. Animists believe that creation is eternal, and that various deities exist and inhabit those material things.

But the Bible makes it clear that though God created all things He is apart from all things, and above all things, and controls all things. There is but one God and He does not indwell His creation.


Polytheists believe there are many gods. Romans, Greeks, Egyptians, and other civilizations all had polytheistic world views.

The first verse of the Bible makes it clear that there is but one God. Though His first title alludes to a tri-unity of being, there is but “One” God. In Deut. 6:4 it says, “Hear o Israel the LORD our God is one LORD.” Which means: Hear o Israel, ‘Jehovah our Elohim is one Jehovah’.


Existentialists have the World View that life itself is essentially meaningless.

The refutation of the Existentialist is plain. Creation does have a purpose, and it’s God’s purpose.
God is not required to gain our approval or understanding before acting sovereignly in His own universe.

God did start with nothing and called into existence matter, space, and time. In verse 2 we see the system energised as the Holy Spirit imparts every spectrum of energy to the universe.  Every detail, even to giving the creation apparent age. Adam was created as a mature man. And the light holders, that is, the pathways for starlight to earth were put in place instantly.  He made the universe and all life. He did it for Himself. The precise purpose in any given chain of events may be obscure to the finite, but is open, clear, and filled with purpose to the Infinite.

Creation is a visible expression of the almighty God’s wisdom and power. It is therefore attacked with insane speculations and theories. And those theories are accepted by people who understand the implications of the existence of an all-wise and Holy Creator.

All creation is a platform for God to display His perfections.

Humanity is made of the dust of the earth, but we are dust with an eternal destiny.


33 Artie Goes Fishing

Artie Goes Fishing with Bill 

Art was feeding the turkeys, which meant he was nearly done with his chores. He needed to take the milk cans to the milk room and maybe help Virginia if she was ready to process the milk. 

Then through the turkey shed window a movement in the yard caught his attention.

Art caught just a glimpse of Bill Richards entering the yard.  Bill was 17, a rugged, good looking farm boy.  His parents owned the farm about a quarter of a mile up the hill.  The farm consisted of more than 200 acres some of which butted the Alan property.  

Bill was an infrequent visitor as he had his own chores to do.  The Alan children were younger than him.  Virginia was the closest to his age at 14 almost 15.

His usual purpose in visiting was to borrow something his father needed, or return the last item borrowed. His father, Reggie, was a deacon in the Methodist Church. Artie had heard his father say in conversation that, “Reggie Richards met the qualifications.”  Artie did not know what that meant, but could tell it was a good thing from the way his father had said it.

Reggie and his wife Elizabeth had 4 children, including Bill.  Nancy was a year younger than Bill.  Edith was 3 years older than Bill, and had cared for the Alan children at times when Linda’s war work required her to stay at the boot plant over time.  Nowadays Edith was away at university most of the time. The oldest boy, Reggie Junior, was 4 years older than Bill.  Reggie Junior was married and helped with the Boy Scouts. 

Bill had come today to see if Artie wanted to go fishing with him.  Bill went to the house and knocked on the door.  Linda responded, “Come in.”

Bill cracked the door enough to get just his head in.  Bill greeted Linda, “Hi Mrs. Alan, I’m going fishing at Roseanne Brook and was wondering if Art wanted to go with me.”

Linda replied, “Hello Billy, how is your mom?”  “She is fine now, thank you.”  Linda asked, (referring to the fishing) “How long do you think you will be gone?”  Bill replied, “About three hours including the walk down and back.  I have to be back to milk tonight.” 

Linda said, “Thank you, Billy for asking me first.  Artie should be almost done with his chores and when he finishes, and if he wants to, he may go.”

Bill thanked Linda and pulled his head back out of doors, closing the door quietly as he turned toward the barn.   Bill walked by the entrance to the barn and went to where he had left his fishing gear.  His plan was not to let Artie know where he was going if Artie was not allowed to go.  

That issue settled, Billy retrieved his fishing pole and was ready to ask Artie if he wanted to go.

Virginia had been in the separator room to process the morning milking.  Not finding any milk she went to the barn to check on Artie.

Artie was now finished his chores until evening, but was checking behind himself making sure that he had not forgotten anything.

Virginia and Art met just outside the “tie up” in the 20 foot wide corridor that ran the 65 foot length of the barn. Virginia teased him a bit with, “I came to see if you fell into the manure spreader.” (The spreader was parked under the floor of the cow stalls.  Trap doors in the floor allowed the manure to be dropped from the “tie up” directly into the spreader.)

Each picked up a can of milk and headed for the milk room. 

Art planned to help Virginia crank the separator. Art could not do it by himself.  He was not tall enough or strong enough.  He also knew that it was hard for Virginia to operate the separator by herself.  The hand crank was long enough to allow two people to operate it.

Bill was about to step in the entry way. He was coming from the sunlit yard.  Virginia and Artie were moving from the relative darkness of the barn to the brighter entry way.

All three of them were blinded for a moment by the change of light, and collided. Virginia’s reaction was to protect the milk.  

Art stumbled around a bit, but kept his footing and the milk was safe.

Bill knew even before his eyes completely adjusted that he had bumped into a girl. The event had ignited some strange expectations and he was surprised to discover that it was Virginia with whom he had collided.

Virginia on the other hand was quite sure that it was Bill with whom she had collided.

Bill sputtered, “I’m sorry, I, I didn’t know I was here, I mean I didn’t know it was you.  I mean I didn’t know you were here.  Are you all right?”  Art thought, “He must have hit his head.”

Virginia responded rather sharply, “I guess you better watch where you’re going Billy Richards.”  Billy took the milk can from Virginia and as he did, he said, “I told you I’m sorry. It was just an accident. I could not see you.  I came to get Art, to go fishing with me.”  

On hearing that Art opened his mouth to say something, but did not get the chance before Virginia retorted, “You’ll have to ask my mother and she will not put her youngest child at risk by letting him get close to water with you.”

Bill responded somewhat triumphantly, “She already has.”

Virginia’s mouth was open but nothing was coming out.

Bill knew that the chores must be done first. He calmly took hold of one handle of the milk can that Art was carrying.  This left Virginia empty handed and Artie nearly so for Bill was taking all the weight of both cans. Virginia moved up the passageway ahead of them and opened the door to the milk room for Bill. Stepping into the room Bill put the milk cans on the table, then assembled the separator and poured in the raw milk.

After putting a large pitcher under one spout and the milk can under another he started turning the crank. In a few seconds cream was coming from the one spout and milk from the other.

Bill started using both hands and the centrifugal drums of the separator made a higher pitched sound as Bill turned the crank faster.  Artie was amazed and wondered, “Will I ever be that strong?”

In less than 20 minutes the milk was processed and in the cooler.

Bill said, “Come on Art get your gear.  We need to get to Roseanne Brook. The trout are biting.”

Artie was off like a shot to collect his gear.  Bill turned to Virginia, who spoke first in a near whisper, “I’m sorry too.”  Bill confused said, “OK?.

Bill turned to follow Artie, then turned back in Virginia’s direction and saw her following him with her eyes. Then with a warm smile she said, “Thank You. See you again soon.”  Her smile vanished as she thought, “That is a stupid thing to say.  This is Billy Richards, not Clark Gable.”

Bill took a step, but missed the door way.  He ricocheted off the door frame and stumbled out of the shed.  He kept walking and did not look back.

Virginia mused and a subtle smile appeared on her face. She was enjoying the feeling of somehow being empowered.

Bill and Art met in the barn yard and Bill strode off in the direction of the lake. It was all down hill to the lake.  The tree line at the base of the long gradual slope canceled the railroad tracks that bordered the lake.  (Maranacook Lake, one of the 2000 or so, lakes in Maine)  It is about 7 miles long and a mile wide at the widest point and thought to be, at the time, 150 feet deep at the deepest point.  As they walked, Winthrop village could be seen on their right nestled on the South east shore of the lake.  Directly across the lake on the long slope rising from the lake parts of a road could be seen as it skirted the far shore.  A few moored boats bobbing in the sunlight could be seen.

Bill mentioned to Artie about his new shoes. Art looked down at Bill’s feet. Bill recited the virtues of his new BASS moccasins.   Bill was quite proud of them and mentioned, not incidentally, that he had bought them with his own money.

They headed in as straight a line as possible for the brook which was about a mile away.

They crossed corn field, hay fields, meadows, and finally reached the woods.

As they entered the strip of hardwood trees that bordered the railroad right of way, the shade closed around them and a blue jay announced their presence.  They walked with a cacophony of late summer smells swimming about them. The woodsy perfume changed subtly with every few steps as their movements changed the alchemy of the air they breathed.  The crunch and rustle of twigs and old leaves under foot had replaced the muffled thud of walking in the field.  

Art could see the sun reflecting back from the lake as it flickered through the trees.  Almost at the same moment he could see 5th cove and then the snapping turtles sunning themselves there.

They continued past the cove, then climbed the railroad bed, crossed the tracks, and down the other side to where the brook passed under the railroad right of way.  

Bill worked down the edge of the brook with some difficulty.  Moving from rock to rock, the under growth catching on his clothes.  

Art was stymied with his fishing pole snarled in the bushes. Bill saw his problem and laid his pole down came to rescue Art.  Bill, carrying Art’s pole, worked his way back to his own pole.  He took both poles in one hand and looked for a place from which they could fish.

Art was catching up, as Bill made a little hop to a rock that was just out of stepping distance. His foot slipped on the rock.  In an instant Bill was knee deep in Roseanne Brook, his new shoes getting initiated into service. Art wanted to laugh but thought better of it and waited to see what would happen next.

Bill did not say a word, nor try to get out of the water. He just turned in Art’s direction and instructed him to walk to where Bill was standing. Bill carried Art to a good spot from which to fish. Bill also found a spot to stand that allowed him to float a fly down stream.

Bill was feeling a little down hearted because he thought he had probably scared the trout out of biting.

Meanwhile Artie had tied a fly to his line and then with a flicking motion, dropped the fly behind a large rock just down stream.  He payed out the line slowly, watching intently for the fly to drift into sight.  No sooner was Art able to see the fly than he saw a grayish shadow beneath it and a small splash as a trout broke the surface.