God Can, God Will, If: Giant Print - Softcover

Miller, Dee; Carpenter, The Village; Publishing House, The Village Carpenter

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1530358329 ISBN 13: 9781530358328

Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, 2016

Synopsis

When I asked him if he really wanted to kill me, he said yes, right at that moment I did. I said, “Why didn’t you? You had a gun loaded.” Listen to what he said. And this is to the glory of God. He said, “When I came around the trailer and saw you... You are real tall and pure white and it scared me and all I could do was run.” I said, “You didn’t see me, you saw the Angel of The Lord. I told you He would not allow you to harm me.” My dad and first wife Urisi had five children, Emmalec, Victor, Manfred, Bearl and Wilma. Urisi died. Then he married my mom, Eloise Harshbarger. Then I was born October 14, 1935. Later my brother James was born January 30, 1937. We lived at Milton, West Virginia in Cable County, in the Old Rope Home place where we have a family cemetery. My grandparents and most of my Aunts and Uncles are buried there. And I will be someday. My daddy was a farmer and blacksmith. If the ground didn’t grow it, we didn’t have it. We had no car but daddy had a team of horses and a wagon. The very first thing I remember was a flood, probably the 1937 flood. It was so scary, we had gone to Huntington; do not know how we got there, to Aunt Latta’s house. Don’t know if we went to get her out or what. But the flood gates were closed and there was water verywhere, almost on her porch. I was on someone’s shoulders. People say you couldn’t remember, you were too young. But when something is so devastating, you can! I remember winning a beauty contest 0-18 years, don’t know how old I was, maybe five. I had two older half-brothers Manfred, Bearl in 3 Camps, then to the Army. Manfred in Alaska, Bearl a Sgt. in the Philippines, lost in the jungle 21 days. Then he was called to help clean up at Pearl Harbor. Now, I’m in first grade at Diehl School. All 12 grades. One school teacher, a potbellied stove in the middle of the room and a water cooler back in the corner. My dad always taught us to tell the truth, even if it hurt. Because if we didn’t and he found out... And he would, we’d get a whipping for doing the thing and another one for lying, with a switch or leather belt. People today would say that’s child abuse! No, it has made me what I am today. Child abuse is letting the child watch TV all day and get out on streets and drink, smack, dope and you don’t even know where they are. Oh, you say I don’t want my child to go through what I did. It would do them good to go through what I did. You’re just too lazy to be a parent and make them do right. If the school teacher or bus driver gave us a whipping, when we got home we would get another one. The school nurse would come to school and give everyone a shot. I would make little envelopes out of the manila paper we had at school for art. I would write to my brother Bearl and he always answered. Most of these five years at Diehl school we walked but we rode the bus home. My mommy was a tiny little woman and all of the kids on the bus would see her run down to the bus to give me a note of two or three things that she would need from Cramer’s store, so I could ride the bus down and only have to walk back. Daddy worked on the WPA. Sometimes mom started not feeling good. In the sixth grade we were made to go to town to school (Central) then to high school in the seventh. Back then there was a mobile that came around and took chest x-rays. A lot of TB back then. Daddy, James mine came back okay, but mom’s was bad. Sent her to Beckley, West Virginia to JB Sanitarium. This is really hard. No car. We always walked across these hills to get to church. Any church that was having a revival, we were there, even though we went to Aunt Ersa and Uncle Cephas’ church. The old Tin church on Mason St. in Milton. Now, there’s a big Baptist Church there. It was terrible. Mom would write home and beg daddy to come get her. Back then the only thing was iron lung and plenty sun and goats milk. So a preacher took daddy to get her and bring her home.

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The hospital told him, “If you take her out tonight, she won’t live till you get home.” Daddy said, “That’s the chance we’re going to take.” Well, she lived for two years but it was hard on daddy and me. Daddy would lift her out of bed and put her in an overstuffed chair with pillows all around her and doughnut to sit on. She only weighed 65 pounds. He would built a fire in our 4 cap stove in the kitchen. While it was heating up, he would go to the barn to feed the cow, milk her, feed hogs, chickens, team of horses. Come back to the house, wash up, make biscuits and gravy and fry eggs and bacon sometimes fry potatoes. While his doing all of this, I’m trying to makes sure mom is comfortable. She’d say, “Dolores, honey fix me something to eat. I’m starving.” I’d fix her a soft boiled egg or poached, the only thing that I knew would be easy on her stomach. As soon as one bite would touch her stomach, it would come up. I would go to my room to get ready for school, cry and pray I’d God to take her. No one but God knows how hard it was on a 10-year-old girl. This is how God will bring us from three and two! If, were chosen. I am chosen, are you? The Word says we’re a chosen generation. My mother died when I was 12 years old. I had a breakdown. Whatever that was back then. I really don’t know. It had rained and then snowed. Mom’s grave was full of water, there was about 10 to 12 inches of snow on the ground. Bearl said he carried me off the hill. I remember being in bed, didn’t know how long. I couldn’t stand to be there in the house. I could see mom gasping for breath. So we moved to Columbus Ohio where my older half-sister Wilma and her husband lived. Daddy worked at Marble Cliff Stone Quarry. I went to Skidmore School in the eighth grade. West High in the ninth. Daddy married my step mother Sula. I met Paul at a friendly birthday party. He was in uniform, so handsome. I was too young to date but when he went back to California he wrote to me, said he loved me. When I was a little girl my prayer was to have a husband that loves me and I wanted to be the best Christian in the world. Ha! Ha! We moved back to West Virginia on our farm, and in the 10th grade at Milton high. Paul still wrote to me and sent a picture. For information contact: THE VILLAGE CARPENTER WORLD WIDE MINISTRIES, PUBLISHING HOUSE, BIBLE SCHOOL, OS PUBLISHING and ME SHED CHURCH at GOD’S HOUSE INTERNATIONAL, PO Box 133 Lakeview, Ohio 43331 USA See TheVillageCarpenter.info

Edition details

• Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
• Publication date: 2016
• ISBN 10: 1530358329
• ISBN 13: 9781530358328
• Binding: Paperback
• Language: English
• Number of pages: 108
• Editor: Emerson Charles Lee