Showing posts with label Brother Chip Woods. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brother Chip Woods. Show all posts

Friday, October 5, 2012

Chapter 46 Brother Chip

  When Brother Chip has dim memories of living with his parents and his brother when he was very small.  They all lived in a tiny 1 room house.
  When Chip was but a small boy he was chosen to be Boy Bishop.  This is a special honor.  The clergymen would choose a boy in the kingdom to be the Boy Bishop for a time.  He would be the honorary Bishop and would be in charge, along with his closest friends.
  Chip didn't know why he was chosen over his brother Dale.  Chip was the naughty one.  Perhaps that is why...perhaps Father Abraham Wiseman had wanted to teach him a lesson.  He had.  At first he had found it funny, Father Abraham and the other monks humbling themselves before him!  The monks had worked like slaves.
  From sun up to sun down they cleaned, gardened, cooked.  And when they weren't doing that, they worked for the upper class.  They did all kinds of things for them!  Gardened, took care of their animals, cleaned, all kinds of stuff.  The monks worked harder than the peasants, Chip could hardly believe it.  And he set back like a king.  There was a part of this that confused young Chip.  He approached Father Abraham.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Chapter 37 The Answer to His Question

  "Chip!  There ye be.  It has been a long while has it not?  I haven't seen ye since yer pa hadn't a gray hair upon his head!"

Friday, August 3, 2012

Chapter 36 Losing a Sister

"I am sorry for your loss Clover."
  "Thank ye Father Patrick," Clover replied thickly.  She felt like she should say something more but knew not what.  "Thank ye for giving my sister a funeral....and for bringing all the monks by today.  Surely it is a comfort to mama."
  Why did I say that?  I jest want them to all go away.  Now that I thanked him they will probably stay longer.

Friday, July 27, 2012

Chapter 34 Honor Me Ma

  There he is.  The young monk shifted uncomfortably.  The gypsy must be waiting for him too.  Perhaps if I tell her she will come back later?