Bloom Where You Are Planted

This blog was created March 11, 2015. The contents of this blog contain correspondence between Chuckwa Don Crabtree and Gina Gillispie.

Although the two have never met, they became friends via mail when Gina, editor of an online news site, first reported Chuckwa's story.

When Gina saw his arrest photo, there was something that tugged at her to believe this person had a story to tell.

She mailed her first letter September 7, 2012 and they have been writing ever since.

After several years, Chuckwa decided he wanted to begin to tell his life story and send a message of hope to those who still have choices to make...his goal is to spend his time doing good things and good work right where he is....

Chuckwa has decided...to bloom where he is planted.

The posts that you will read will be a mix of old letters, stories about his everyday life in the James V. Allred Unit in Iowa Park, Texas and stories from his boyhood growing up along the creek in Palo Pinto County, Texas.

He signs his letters...."The Callisburg Kid"

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

BEES IN TREES


I've had my share of experiences with bees.  I worked for this elderly man on my days off when I was in the oilfield.  He sold firewood.  I cut and split wood.

He got a call from a lady who lived in Gainsville who had a tree with some dead limbs she wanted cut out of the top of one of her trees.  I climbed all the way to the top and attached my saw to a rope and then cut the limbs off.

After I got the limbs to the ground I started cutting them into sticks of firewood.  One I cut didn't look like the others, the center was rotten.  It didn't take me long to figure out just what I was seeing.

The next cut I made brought the bees!  This darn limb was full of honey bees and their nest.  Luckily I didn't get stung and just kept on cuttin'.  Those things were swarming all around me too.  I guess the smoke from the saw kept them from stinging me.

I got a real big surprise last night that I never woulda ever expected.  Sheryl's oldest boy wrote me a J-pay letter.  I haven't seen or heard from him in 6 or so years.  He just wrote me out of the blue. I thought that was pretty neat.  I wrote him a letter back.

Pleasant words are as a honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.
Proverbs 16:24

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