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“…the eternal rocks beneath…” Ch. 2
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June in Tennessee was hot and humid and sticky, but along the creeks and other tributaries of the Hiwassee and Tennessee Rivers, there always seemed to be enough of a breeze to help one survive. The little waif-child Christina Kennard knew every corner and turn of the McMinn County rivers and creeks. When she wasn’t working odd jobs for neighbors or filling in at her daddy’s auto garage changing out motor oil or tuning up an engine, she’d be on the banks of one of the many waterways fishing. Whatever she caught, she ate. Sometimes right there along the bank on a little cook fire she’d built herself. But sometimes she took her catch home to the single wide trailer that was propped up on rotting struts just outside the city limits, and only a quarter mile from Miriam Porter’s home.
If she was lucky, her daddy’s wife, Coral, would be out getting her hair done or her nails polished. Then Christina had the trailer’s small kitchen to herself and she would fry up her catch, seasoning it with whatever she had managed to scrounge from Harshad’s Café, the local “exotic” eatery of Athens. The owner, Harshad Sandhu, or “Sandy” as everyone knew him by, had been born and raised in Athens, but his parents had been immigrants from some far off country that Christina had never heard of before. He was an aging man in his late sixties, never married other to his business, but he was always fond of the young girl and seemed to find odd jobs for her around his restaurant. As a reward he would give her small amounts of some of his “secret” spices that he said were the reason why his restaurant had loyal customers.
He along with the librarian, Miriam Porter, were the young girl’s two dearest friends. In fact the two adults were very likely her only real friends. For living on the outskirts of town and being poor alienated Christina from most of the town’s children her age. Even the other poor families with children were hesitant to let their kids play with the girl. It was not out of any hostile feeling or dislike, however, but more as a result of the stigma attached to the Kennard household. For Cecil Kennard’s drunken escapades and rages were legendary in the small town. Even before Christina had been born, he and his wife, JoAnne, were known as the local town drunks. Furthermore, the circumstances surrounding JoAnne’s death and all the uproar that followed further stigmatized the family. And along with her sporadic and inconsistent attendance during the school year where she failed to make any steady friends, Christina found herself alone most of the time, something she actually preferred.
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Wow this is heartbreaking, poor Tina the pain and suffering she has to endear breaks my heart no ten year old should have to go through anything like this, but we live in a world where these horrible things are really happening…