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A Town Called Whisper – Introduction

There was once a sleepy little town nestled in the mountains of Tennessee, called Whisper.  Population, 154.

It boasted a single engine fire station, a barbershop, a cafe and an auto repair garage where everybody took their cars to be fixed.

There was a one room combination police station/court-house with two jail cells that to anybody’s recollection had never been occupied.

The post office was in the center of town and mail, weather permitting, was delivered only once a week.

On top of the hill, you would find the local church where Sunday go to meetin’ services were held both in the morning and at night.  The cemetery was right out back, where generations of relatives lay after their time on earth had been served and the angels had come to take them home.

What you wouldn’t find was a golf course, a local newspaper, a locked door or a gun.  In that little corner of the world, the closest thing to a weapon was Billy Ray Beans’ collection of fishin’ poles.

He had one for every conceivable kind of fish and he liked to carry them around in the back of his 1950 Seacrest Green Chevy pick-up truck.  If he wasn’t careful taking a curve, they would be catapulted out and go flying through the air like missiles.

When he came to town, Leroy the barber, would start hollerin’.  “Look out y’all.  Billy Ray’s loose again.”

Aside from the annual Harvest Ho-down and the much-anticipated Christmas Eve parade, not much happened in Whisper.

To the residents, it was and always had just been home.  It was the kind of place where everybody knew everybody’s name and it was jokingly said to be illegal to be in a bad mood.

If you hadn’t heard of it, you were among the majority but on June 14, 1965, a tragedy befell the small town and with my help, it soon became renown.

I am a reporter for the Kentucky Free Press, located about 138 miles from Whisper.

What was assigned to be a story about an unfortunate event, became an obsession for me.  As a seasoned reporter, I had to ask the usual questions of who, what, where, when and why but I went a step beyond the norm.

I took those questions to unexpected limits and the answers they rendered took a twist that would haunt me forever.

This is my story about the people of Whisper, the victims of the tragedy and the results that killed a town and changed my life forever.

 

To be continued_______________________

 

22 thoughts on “A Town Called Whisper – Introduction

  1. Wooow this is soooo great!!! Can’t wait to meet some of the characters in this town! Please say that there will be an old man who talks in a funny way with weird expressions etc. 😃😄😍

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  2. Can’t wait! Coming from a small southern town, I can really “feel” this place already. I love the small church with them cemetery out back. This sounds like my family church. My relatives for hundreds of years are buried out there. So interesting.

    You have a gift, Laurel! I love your stories 🙂.

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    • I come from a small Southern town, too and there are lots of relatives planted out in the back of the church.
      Of course, one of them is in the trunk of my car, where she has been for the last nine years. LOL
      Hmmm…maybe I should have something like that in this story. 🙂

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      • Yes you should! How did you end up with her in your trunk and not one of your siblings? She should stay back there until you’re ready to deal with that…or not. Maybe just when you get a new car 🙂.

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        • Ha. She’s been through three new cars. My siblings have some of her ashes but I have the bulk of her in the big black box. I was trying to find an urn to put her in but I never could find one. Eventually, I stopped looking. I just figured she never looked after me when she was alive, so maybe she would look after me when she was dead.
          It has given me a chuckle…twice, when the Infiniti place was helping me take everything from one car to the other and picked it up. I just said “that’s my mama.” LOLOL

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