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Wondering About Finding out About a Mystery Family

Kenneth, born and raised in the South, resides in Hamilton, Alabama. He enjoys sharing his unique perspectives on life through his writing.

These are people who look similar to the people in my story.

These are people who look similar to the people in my story.

This is a true narrative from the first to last syllable about a mysterious family whom I was privy to meeting the dad once two or three years ago. Neither he or his wife or kids had any visible means of support--no jobs, government assistance and no pan handling that we knew about.

And it's Halloween 2017. Reason enough for you to (as our friends in Britain say), give it a go, and try to understand what I am expressing in this piece.

Gotta tell you about this big family who I know who lives right out there in the open. Just a rock's throw off highway 29 north of Hamilton, Ala., the family, four adults, three children at varying ages, (at that sighting years ago) and heights. The family, bigger than any bread box, but oh, so mysterious. I don't mean mysterious in they perform strange rituals that would get them banned from any church denomination. No. This family is quiet. Very quiet. Really so quiet that I'm sure that their neighbors stay shuddering in their tracks standing near their window shades.

Truth be told, and I want that to happen now, this family does not fit into any category listed in the menu hanging so obvious in the Menu of Life near the two doors made from authentic Lebanon Cedars. I've walked through these doors a few times and each time I came away with something I learned. And it wasn't all fun either. Some things I learned were about some people whom I used to know who could publish monthly-manuals about "New Ways to Treat People Mean." Thankfully, this mysterious family of seven are not anywhere near mean.

I remember the very first time my wife and I were traveling up this highway 29 (that I mentioned in the first of this narrative) and upon nearing this family's abode, I assume that the dad was standing in the front door not moving a muscle. Just standing straight as a newly-hewn arrow and looking upward. It didn't take me a week to get suspicious.

"Hey, Pam," I spoke up. "did you see that guy standing in his front yard looking upward?" I added for clarity.

"Yes, dear. I did," she replied. Then just continued to look out of the car window.

"Well?" I argued. "does that not strike you as odd?" I said.

"What? That man standing in his front yard? Sure, but Kenny, that would be his own personal business wouldn't it?" Pam has this way of explaining a mystery that was causing me some degree of discomfort.

I mean. You never know what is on a person's mind who is just standing in their front yard looking upward and not moving a hair. Us Americans have to be on our toes. We can never tell when a few mean and bad folks want to invade our country and do more abrasive and maybe abusive things to our women and children. I think this way sometimes--and I am not a prepper.

You aren't singing in the dark. You know the score about the conditions of the world at this moment. At any given time, a terrorist organization might pop out of the ground causing pain, suffering, and a lot of questions being asked by shaken citizens and news outlets who were near at the time. But with this family I am talking about, you could stop in the middle of the highway, get out of your car and walk over to their homes without being shot or stabbed. I'd label this family as being quiet and peaceful. Quite peaceful would work too.

You are wondering, I know, about the term "homes" that I used to explain where this family lives is just another wrinkle in this mystery that has me very perplexed. The dad, mom, and kids, all reside in their house in the middle of their property. There also stands two mobile homes where people live along with, now count them, no less than three automobiles and two pick-up trucks. Are you in shock now? Oh, you are like me, perplexed.

Let me guess: right now, you are wondering about where this family and it's offspring work and able to support the mobile homes and cars, right? If you were not thinking about this, I think that you were watching the local news or weather. I was by this place not long ago and the outside has not changed. With maybe another car being parked in part of the yard. But I did not see any moving parts with the family.

A year or so ago, I did see the dad, the main operator, walk into our local Walmart and upon seeing him, I spoke. He spoke and nodded and acted very friendly and kept walking. I guess you are wondering about his wardrobe. Well don't. His dress was very humble and with the two coats he was wearing, along with this cap, he looked like your everyday American who was going to buy something from a local store. What was he looking to buy? I do not know. This area is none of my business.

After this meeting, I saw this man again and in the same store, Walmart, but this time, we had a short conversation and I admit it. It was all out of sheer curiosity. No other reason and I should feel ashamed to talk to anyone to "just" find out something I was wondering about. And I do. So feel good that I have feelings about others.

"You doing okay?" I asked before the man could go inside our Walmart.

"Uhh, yeah. You?" he asked.

"Getting by," I said.

"Where you working these days?" I asked him. And as a note of explanation: Many people, my townsfolk included, all wonder where everyone else works--so my asking where this guy worked was not me just being nosy.

Then it started. And didn't start at the same time. The guy did hear my question for his face registered with a look of concern. I continued to look at him and wait for his answer.

He didn't answer. He continued to just look at me and then look down at the tops of his work boots. Very expensive, I might add.

"I meant, didn't you work at one time with one of our mobile home factories?" I said explaining my question that was still unanswered.

The man started looking pensive. He also looked nervous and started moving from one foot to the other and looking out toward the parking lot.

Then he just grinned, reached out to shake my hand and leave. Did you get that? Just leave. Sure, I felt very insulted, but not knocked to the cold ground. I've been insulted plenty of times over my 63 years on this earth. But this was now more mysterious as it was in the beginning.

I could not just get into my car and go home leaving my questioned unanswered. When you work for a newspaper, radio, or internet news outlet, you learn a certain persistence in never giving up. So I waited standing by my car and waited for the guy to come out of our Walmart. I tell you. It was a long time. I thought, pay dirt! He is buying a lot of things because he probably works in the home or something like that.

Then the man came out of the store and upon recognizing me, he looked suddenly defensive as if he didn't want to talk to me. I respected him all the same. But I never gave up.

"Ya'll working steady now?" I asked him and my question was designed to find out if he was employed at one of our three mobile home factories.

"Naaaah, I don't know," the guy said very impatient.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was just making conversation. I have a few friends who work for these factories. Okay. Have a safe evening," I said covering my obvious embarrassment.

"No problem," the man said walking to his truck--and I noticed that he was carrying one, small bag which looked to me like he was carrying a hammer.

My questioning ceased. I knew when to quit.

© 2017 Kenneth Avery


Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on November 06, 2017:

Hi, moonlake,

Interesting comment. I mean it. Truth be told . . .any of us, you included, might be onto something big, such as the guy standing looking upward and his huge family never working or having any visible signs of support, but something IS up.

And it ain't the sky.

I challenge you, moonlake, Carol, RoadMonkey, Kari, and others to get fired-up. Go to the internet and see what you can find out and me know.

Thanks a bunch!


moonlake from America on November 05, 2017:

Maybe they’re living off an inheritance.

I live in a corner house so I have four houses across from me to look at. Everyday I wonder about three of them who lives there what kind of work do they do?

Why do two women looking like church ladies come everyday to one house and another lady in a white car comes everyday. I thought maybe the person was sick and needed help but I see him get in his truck and leave everyday. Does he have a sick wife in the house if so I never see her?

I’ve lived here a year and still don’t know the answer to this mystery.

I hope you find out your answers.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on November 05, 2017:

RoadMonkey to Carol:

You two can hash it out.

I am head to bed. I am spent.

Both of you good girls have

a great day.

RoadMonkey on November 05, 2017:

Hi Carol, glad you liked the ideas. Most people think I am too "off the wall". LOL

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on November 05, 2017:

Carol!!! At my house, not mobile home, (not that this is wrong), it is 1:27 a.m., CST., Nov. 5, and I am Thankful to be reading your comment. You got it! When and If I find out what makes this guy tick, (oh, what if he is a German immigrant who is a famous clockmaker?) then you CAN and will write his book. All I want via profits is to get enough scratch (cash) to pay off my few bills. I am glad to get to talk to you, Carol. I am still awake.

Carol Morris on November 05, 2017:

Thanks Kenneth! Your compliments have made my day. I hope you do get the chance to sit and learn from this man, there's always something to learn from every person we meet.

There's a part of me that wishes that I had become a detective when I still had the when I get the chance to try and work out a mystery I will always go for it.

I'd love to write a New York Best Seller with you.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on November 05, 2017:

Hi, Carol,

You are Good! I mean it. I also loved RoadMonkey's answers and now I am terrified to even drive on that same highway.

I hope that I find out somehow, some way, that he is a Top Tier Hub Writer and Software Developer also for HP.

Man, will I give him an earful.

Then again, maybe not. I should ask him to sit down on the grass and let me be taught at his feet for I am telling you, there is something really strange going on with this man and family.

I have ruled out him running a moonshine operation and making illegal drugs for he lives in a thick, busy residential location--the authorities are way too sharp for him.

What a story and book this would be IF . . .I funnel the background of his life and give it to you and YOU write a New York's Best Seller and split the profits with me.

I promise to share with this guy who is responsible.

Carol Morris on November 03, 2017:

RoadMonkey, I love your answers!

Maybe he makes a living by writing on Hubpages ;) and gets his creative ideas by standing in the doorway and looking up at the sky?!

Kenneth, why don’t you pop over to his place and tell him that you are thinking of buying a mobile home and as he has two in his yard you are hoping that he won’t mind if you ask him a few questions about them. Maybe offer to buy him a drink for helping you out and taking up his time.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on November 02, 2017:

Hi, RoadMonkey,

Love your comment.

But read K@ri's comment and you will understand this comment: RoadMonkey, you have more answers than I do questions.

Get it?

Write anytime.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on November 02, 2017:

Hi, Carol,

You got it. My pleasure. But there is one problem: I need a clever excuse to drop by when the man (whom I talked to at a local Walmart) is standing in his front yard staring upward and just start up another clever conversation such as: "Uhh, say, friend. You see any bad weather in the days ahead?"

This should work perfectly--for when two guys meet in any situation, guys always love talking about weather.

Am I right?

And Carol, write me soon.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on November 02, 2017:

Dear K@ri,

You are one sweet friend. Thank you.

Write me anytime.

Kari Poulsen from Ohio on November 02, 2017:

Kenneth, you left me with more questions than answers, lol.

Carol Morris on November 02, 2017:

Do me a favor...if you ever find out any more information about this mysterious family please let us know. You have piqued my curiosity.

RoadMonkey on November 01, 2017:

LOL, I think I would be nervous if someone just started in asking me about where I worked but then, this is the UK, we are more reserved. So, how could they live with no visible means of income? Maybe they had a small win on the lottery a few years ago and decided they could get by if they lived frugally? Maybe he is a weather watcher and looks at the sky to report to the weather center? Maybe he is a famous author, living incognito and the trailers are where he goes for peace and quiet?

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