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This story is mostly all make believe since I never met Ole' man Kelly's wife, but wanted to write something along the lines of what I could see in his face and eyes when he'd sing and play at that creeks water edge. I'm pretty sure her name was Jessie, cause sometimes when I'd hear him play,, he'd lay on that creek bank and cry so hard calling out Jessie, Jessie, oh why Jessie...


There also is the main story, Ole' Kelly Of Cutter's Creek and Roy Cooper and I have 2 songs written in Jackson Kelly's honor...thanks glyn

My Darlin' Jessie

As I sit here tonight, by candle light, and try to put my feelings into words, girl, you were my life, my heart, you and our kids were my whole world.

I close my eyes and can see so clear of how you looked. I loved your long blonde hair, green eyes and your face, like an angel's face. Girl I swear you had the beauty of a true pure angel.

There wasn't nothin' I wouldn't have done for you, and our kids, well, they were all the spitin' image of you Jessie...

I know I promised on your grave to keep going on till we meet again, but darlin', each day it feels harder for me to breathe.

I buried ya'll there ...just fore' the path that goes down to the creek... so you can over look the water and remember all the good times we shared there...

We use to take our shoes off and roll up our britches and wade up and down that creek till almost dark and we'd laugh and sing.....wait a minute, gotta wipe my eyes......do you remember that Jessie....

I can see you laughing so hard and almost fallin'. Girl how can you ever be replaced in my life. I know we said we'd find someone else if anything happened to the other, but girl.. I just can not let you go, as long as I have your memories in my head, I feel I still have you, and I'm not ready to let you go. If anything ever happens to me, I pray to God down on my knees, please Lord.... don't take my memories.

I put flowers on your grave everyday, hoping you'll know they're there, you loved those little yellow daises so much and as long as I'm alive girl, you'll have them. I go down to the creek now and then and play all the songs you loved to hear, I can see you dancing around, so silly, never will I ever forget your smile on that beautiful face.

Today I went into town to get supplies, I hate to go into town, I hate going anywhere any more. I always walk, I feel that's my thinking time. And as every thing I do, I talk to you all the way there and back..girl you're what gets me through. If I could have you back like the way things were, I'd give anything to just to get to hold you one more time..just hold you.

Anyway, in town I can feel and see out the corners of my eyes, folks pointing fingers at me and the kids throw rocks at me too, but I just keep on walking act like I don't see. But I want to scream, I'm not blind I can see.

Jessie, there's not a day or night that I still don't relive that day, when you were taken away, girl, I did'nt know what to do. I didn't want to eat or breathe, I wanted so bad to be with you, why couldn't I have been right there by your side in that house.

To this day, I still don't understand why on God's green earth did he take all of you and leave me. Well, I promise you I'll make you so proud of me. I'm gonna still be the best husband you could ever want, don't know what else to do. I for sure don't want no other but you and I can't change the way I feel, just how it is.

At times when I go to bed at night I pray to let tonight be the night I come to you, but I wake in the morning, and I have to make myself get through each day and every thing I do is for you.

Well, girl, you gave me so many wonderful dreams, you were a dream come true to me. I can't see why someone like you would even go with someone like me. I had nothin' to offer you, but you kept on and no matter how hard I tried to turn you away, you kept on coming back. I knew from the first that you were the one my heart wanted.

One thing I can't figure though, if God loves us like the good book says, then why let things happen like they did. At first I hated God... if there really is a God ...how can he let innocent folks and babies die like they do.... But me and God had a long talk one day, and I realized this is just a part of living and we will be together again one day. But girl, some days it's so hard to git through.

Folks that know me tell me to git on with my life, but girl you were my life. That day I fought so hard to get ya'll out of that house...it took a long time for the skin to grow back on my fingers.. and everytime I tried to close my eyes, I'd see that house taken over by that fire and smoke ...and hear your screams to "git my babies out.".... We got you out one time but I couldn't hold you... you were like a wild woman...you broke outta my grip ...and ran back in...through that smoke bellowing out, how could you see, I was on the floor trying to feel for you... or anyone... but someone was pulling me out by my feet. I don't know how long it took for me to even close my eyes and sleep, mostly only minutes at a time, my soul was so restless.

But as the years passed by it became a little easier to lay down and rest. One night you came to me and told me everthing was all right and you kissed me on the cheek and you know Jessie, that helped some. And to tell the truth it did calm me inside a bit.

But not one day goes by girl that I don't think of you and see you standing by the creek smiling back at me and again it gives me one more day of happiness in my heart.

Well, I reckon' I best git on, got stuff to do and feed the animals, but wanted you to know I was here putting these here flowers on your grave... and I'm sending you all my love in this here letter..till tomorrow sweetheart, your beloved husband till the day I die.

Jackson B. Kelly

Good story Glynda

for those who haven't heard, here are links to the two Jackson Kelly songs that me and Glynda did.

They are a POV from the young boys eyes of 'Jackson Kelly' before and after he died.

The songs are based on Glynda's own experiences as a young girl, although we switched to a boy for the song.

Jackson Kelly before he died

http://soundclick.com/share.cfm?id=8842898

Jackson Kelly after he died

http://soundclick.com/share.cfm?id=8992304


God Bless Roy and Helen

Thanks Roy for adding the links and below here in the creative forum is my story of Ole' Kelly of Cutter's Creek....thanks again glyn

Reading my Jackson Kelly stories and listening to mine and Roys songs I wanted to bump this story again, tks... glyn.

Bump at request.///tks glyn

Your talents are far-reaching, glynda.