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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Childhood (09/03/09)

TITLE: The Never Ending Summer
By Tim Pickl
09/08/09


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CINDY
Good Morning, Granny! I’m so glad to see you.

MARGE
Thank you for stopping by again. I don’t get too many visitors since your momma moved me into this Nursin’ Home.

CINDY
Would you like some more coffee? I can get it.

MARGE
Oh, yes child, I’d like that, but--

CINDY
(picks up coffee thermos, and refills Marge’s mug, and sets it down on the side table)
I’m still working on my paper for school. Can you tell me another story from the—

MARGE
‘The Never Ending Summer’? Oh yes, child, I’d love to. But don’t go waitin’ on me, hand and foot. Oh, just sit down, please sit down.

CINDY
Okay! (sits down, pulls out a notebook and pen)

MARGE
(sighs, looks up toward heaven, then back at Cindy) ‘The Never Ending Summer’ was a blessed time. We was just kids—all 7 of us. We was poor—real poor. My pappy—your Great Grandpappy--worked real hard from sun-up to sundown; and my momma stayed home with all us kids. She did the best she could, I reckon. But she was amazin’. Her name was Grace. My pappy called her Amazin’ Grace.

CINDY
How sweet the sound! (laughs)

MARGE
(laughs with Cindy) Amen, my momma was sweet. She was a good lady. A good, God-fearin’ Christian lady. I still miss her so—so, so much to this day. I thank God for my momma.
(looks up to heaven, then back at Cindy)

CINDY
(bounces the pen on her chin, looking at the paper, then at Marge) Last week you told me about how you lived in a holler, and at the bottom of the holler was a creek with a bridge over it. It was the only way to your house. Then a big storm came through and the creek flooded. What happened after the creek flooded?

MARGE
Oh--child--that was such a terrible storm. I have never seen so much rain.

CINDY
My momma helped me check it out. We think the storm was the remnants of a hurricane.

MARGE
Oh, that could very well be! It rained so hard and so much, the creek rose to twice above flood stage. The creek became a raging river. We were cut off from our pappy and the rest of the world for a couple of weeks. Eventually, after the creek settled down, my pappy got the bridge re-built with a bunch of men from church.

CINDY
What did Great Granny do? How did you survive?

MARGE
We were all so scared without pappy there; the lightning flashed so close and the thunder was so loud. The wind was so wicked--but momma calmed us all down. The first thing she did during the storm was gather us all up and we prayed. I believe we all prayed so desperate that the rain stopped. To this day my brothers and sisters claim I was crazy. I just a youngin back then.

CINDY
How old were you?

MARGE
I was only 7. The thing I remember most about that time was after the storm blew through and the sun started up the next day, everythin’ was steamin’ and foggy and the songbirds were chirpin’. They were so happy that awful storm was over, and so were we. It was like we were seein’ the garden of Eden. But reality hit us after the fog burnt off; our road was pretty much washed out; and a bunch of trees were knocked over.

CINDY
What did you do?

MARGE
We ran out into the wet grass in the field in the back of our house and laughed and played. We had a ratty old kickball and we played until we dropped. We were just skinny little kids. Somehow, momma made some fresh lemonade, and brought it out to us. Drinkin’ that lemonade in the summer heat after laughin’ and playin’ all day was like heaven on earth. To this day, I believe heaven will be like that.

CINDY
Heaven will have kids running through it?

MARGE
Oh yes, child. Please hand me my Bible.

CINDY
(reaches for the Bible and hands it to Marge) Okay, here.

MARGE
(opens the Bible, flips through it and finds the verse) Looky here, Zechariah 8:5--
And the streets of the city shall be full of boys and girls playing in the streets thereof.
Isn’t that wonderful?!

CINDY
I never knew that verse was in the Bible, Granny!

MARGE
You better write that down. (laughs)


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Anita van der Elst09/10/09
Nicely written skit! And you made me look! Into God's word, that is, and sure enough it's there. What a great little verse!
Lisa Johnson 09/12/09
Very well written. I bet a lot of people will be looking for that verse.
Jan Ackerson 09/14/09
Wonderful skit--hope it gets performed somewhere!

Count me among those who looked up the verse. Awesome!
Joy Faire Stewart09/14/09
I enjoyed the interaction between Granny and Cindy. Also, Granny's memories were wonderful. Loved it!
Chely Roach09/15/09
What an engaging skit...truly enjoyable. Loved the ending. :)
Allen Stark09/16/09
Great dialog. I love skits that can tell very important things in a very brief way.
Loren T. Lowery09/16/09
Short and compact, but delivering a message of great importance and leaving one to ask how that verse has been overlooked for so long, and ultimately to thank-you for presenting it in such a memorable way.