A couple of weeks ago, in the dead of winter, the stories were flying at the New Hampton Library. Folks were primed because of an ongoing oral history project sponsored by the Historical Society. One of the best things folks can do for their town is to collect the stories of the old folks — in my opinion. By doing that, we’re preserving our cultural identity. And hearing lots of good yarns, too.
Comes the story, from Gordon Dubois, of Ed Huckins. Out front of his house a bent rifle sat in the crotch of a tree. Along comes a city slicker, curious about the relic. Ed explains that it’s his favorite hunting rifle. With that rifle, he said, “I can stand behind a tree, poke the rifle out, kill a deer before the deer even sees me.”
The slicker is impressed and wonders if he might purchase that rifle. Ed acquiesces. “Ain’t no use to me,” he says.
Derwood told another Huckins Story, this one about Stanley Huckins. Derwood sometimes gave Stanley a hand with his logging operations. When he arrives at the farm, there’s a ram hooked to a post in the barn with bailing twine. Stanley’s got the tailgate down. He’s looking to get the ram into the back of the truck. He says, “Derwood, grab that ram by the collar and pull.”
Derwood does. The ram goes wild, jumps and humps and bucks and breaks the twine and knocks Derwood ass over teakettle.
Stanley says, “I knowed he was gonna do that. They always do.”
And just for fun, a kid story. Gramma’s Skyping with three-year-old Uma. Uma says, “Gramma, call me up. Right now.” She insists.
So Gramma calls Uma on the telephone. Uma answers. She says, “Hello Tavi, I’m not home.”