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from Bob Heans correspondent!

To all our Fans out there From Snakebite Racing. tis the season for shopping giving and family. Thanks to all the service men and women out there that our serving our countries. And our far away from there loved ones this year.

This story was sent to me a few years ago and I have never deleted it from my computer. Slam Duncan sent me this Christmas story and I hold it close to me. Thanks Slam.

Merry Christmas to you all. From our racing family.

Bob Heans AKA Snakebite Brian Heans Crew Chief Andy Morrison Head Mechanic Garry Morrison Body shop Rob Heans records and stats and finally my wife Joyce. 
Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly
reason that I could see. We’d already done all the chores,
and I couldn’t think of anything else that needed doing,
especially not on a night like this
But I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one’s
feet when he’d told them to do something, so I got up and
put my boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma
gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the
house. Something was up, but I didn’t know what.
Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the
house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled.
Whatever it was we were going to do wasn’t going to be a
short, quick, little job. I could tell.
We never hitched up this sled unless we were going to haul a
big load.
Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly
climbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me. I
wasn’t happy. When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the
house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I
followed. "I think we’ll put on the high sideboards," he
"Here, help me."
The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted
to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was
we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high
sideboards on.
After we had exchanged the sideboards, Pa went into the
woodshed and came out with an armload of wood—the wood I’d
spent all summer hauling down from the mountain, and then
all Fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he
Finally I said something. "Pa," I asked, "what are you
doing?" You been by the Widow Jensen’s lately?" he asked.
The Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her
husband had died a year or so before and left her with three
children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I’d been by, but so
"Yeah," I said, "Why?" "I rode by just today," Pa said.
"Little Jakey was out digging around in the woodpile trying
to find a few chips. They’re out of wood, Matt."
That was all he said and then he turned and went back into
the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him. We
loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses
would be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a halt to our
loading, then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a
big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told
me to put them in the sled and wait.
When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his
right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left
hand. "What’s in the little sack?" I asked. "Shoes. They’re
out of shoes. Little Jakey just had gunnysacks wrapped
around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this
morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just
wouldn’t be Christmas without a little candy."
We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen’s pretty much in
silence. I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We
didn’t have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did
have a big woodpile, though most of what was left now was
still in the form of logs that I would have to saw into
blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat
and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn’t have
any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy?
Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had
closer neighbors than us; it shouldn’t have been our
concern. We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house
and unloaded the wood as quietly as possible, and then we
took the meat and flour and shoes to the door. We knocked.
The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, "Who is it?"
"Lucas Miles, Ma’am, and my son, Matt.
Could we come in for a bit?"
Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a
blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were
wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the
fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat
at all. Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit
the lamp. "We brought you a few things, Ma’am," Pa said and
set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table.
Then Pa handed her the sack that had the shoes in it.
She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at
a time.
There was a pair for her and one for each of the
children—sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. I
watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from
trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running
down her cheeks.
She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it
wouldn’t come out.
"We brought a load of wood too, Ma’am," Pa said. He turned
to me and said, "Matt, go bring in enough to last awhile.
Let’s get that fire up to size and heat this place up." I
wasn’t the same person when I went back out to bring in the
wood. I had a big lump in my throat and as much as I hate to
admit it, there were tears in my eyes too.
In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled around the
fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running
down her cheeks with so much gratitude in her heart that she
couldn’t speak. My heart swelled within me and a joy that
I’d never known before, filled my soul. I had given at
Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so
much difference. I could see we were literally saving the
lives of these people.
I soon had the fire blazing and everyone’s spirits soared.
The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece
of candy and Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that
probably hadn’t crossed her face for a long time. She
finally turned to us. "God bless you," she said. "I know the
Lord has sent you. The children and I have been praying that
he would send one of his angels to spare us."
In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the
tears welled up in my eyes again. I’d never thought of Pa in
those exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned
it I could see that it was probably true. I was sure that a
better man than Pa had never walked the earth. I started
remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma
and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I
thought on it.
Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I
was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had known
what sizes to get.
Then I guessed that if he was on an errand for the Lord that
the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes.
Tears were running down Widow Jensen’s face again when we
stood up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms
and gave them a hug.
They clung to him and didn’t want us to go. I could see that
they missed their Pa, and I was glad that I still had mine.
At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, "The Mrs.
wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas
dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of
us can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat
turkey for too many meals. We’ll be by to get you about
eleven. It’ll be nice to have some little ones around again.
Matt, here, hasn’t been little for quite a spell." I was the
youngest. My two brothers and two sisters had all married
and had moved away. Widow Jensen nodded and said, "Thank
you, Brother Miles. I don’t have to say, "’May the Lord
bless you,’ I know for certain that He will."
Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within
and I didn’t even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways,
Pa turned to me and said, "Matt, I want you to know
something. Your ma and me have been tucking a little money
away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for
you, but we didn’t have quite enough.
Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years
back came by to make things square. Your ma and me were real
excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and
I started into town this morning to do just that. But on the
way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with
his feet wrapped in those gunnysacks and I knew what I had
to do. Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy
for those children. I hope you understand."
I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I
understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it. Now
the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa had
given me a lot more. He had given me the look on Widow
Jensen’s face and the radiant smiles of her three children.
For the rest of my life, whenever I saw any of the Jensens,
or split a block of wood, I remembered, and remembering
brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that
night. Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night; he
had given me the best Christmas of my life.
Don’t be too busy today…

I found Hermie at our local high school. The last week of school we were at our local high school and I found Hermie. Hermie was in a lot of distress. He was lacking food water and was in a big mess. Soon as I saw Hermie I knew I had to do something about this. Joyce, my wife, caught up with me and she saw Hermie and my puppy eyes. With those big puppy eyes I asked, Joyce can we take him home? Joyce thought about it for a couple of minutes and said, Oh all right! After all I am a truck driver and it would be Joyce that would have to take care of Hermie. As bad a shape as Hermie was in this would take a lot of work. We brought Hermie home and gave him water and food. Boy was Hermie hungry. I never seen someone drink so much water. We have had Hermie now for a little over 5 weeks and wow he is doing very well. We had no idea that Hermie would grow so big. Just goes to show you what a big heart and lots of love will do.

Every time I come home Hermie is there to greet me as I walk in from the truck. Joyce has done a wonderful job with Hermie. Soon we will see the fruits of our love I am sure.

Oh Hermie the great one. The one we saved from certain doom and gloom. The one that we took in and showed so much love too. Soon we will see the fruits of our love. You see Hermie is a tomato plant and is now loaded with lots of tomatoes. Thus our love story will go on all summer long until the first killing frost. And then a close to a wonderful love story.


copyright2009 Bob Heans All rights reserved

written by Jennifer Roberts

You see, what had happened was…….

Being from south Alabama, Pike County to be more specific, we all know when we hear these words, a great story is sure to follow. Here is my first.

So you see, what had happened was….. A panther almost ate me when I was ten years old. The last time I took my kids to the zoo, I noticed a sign by the "Panther" that informed there is no such thing as a black panther. It is just a cute little leopard with too much pigmentation. Despite my new knowledge of correct zoological terminology, we had a BIG BLACK PANTHER on the farm where I grew up. We had all seen him crossing the farm in different areas. He wasn’t what I would call a bad panther. He never ate the farm animals, he didn’t stay too close to the house, and I don’t know about Mom but I was never scared of him. We could hear him at night sometimes. We were miles away from any neighbors and sound traveled really well after dark. Some say he sounded like a woman screaming or a baby crying. I’ve heard it all and I think it just depended on which animal he had caught for supper or which fallen tree he stubbed his toe on.

When I find the time to write about my adventurous travels on my horse, I will try to remember to include the first time I came to see him. For now, I want to tell you about the day he almost ate me.

We decided to go star gazing one night. Probably meteor showers in the area, though my memory fails me on that for sure. My mother was finishing up supper dishes. My Aunt Doreen and I went ahead to the fields and my dog Nikki came along. I think my mom was supposed to catch up with us but that part is a little fuzzy too. So…. off we are to the fields behind the house. My aunt had the only flashlight. I think if I had thought to bring along illumination of some kind for myself, things would have happened a little differently. Well then, we wouldn’t have this little story now, would we?

A half mile from the house and pitch dark, due to the missing moon that could have helped me out some, everything went eerily quiet. No crickets, no frogs, we can’t even hear the farm animals anymore. Hardly three breaths later, Nikki starts growling at something. A fierce growl I had never heard from her before. Aunt Doreen shined the flashlight on her to see what was going on. My brave four legged protector was staring straight in front of us, every hair on her body raised and every tooth showing.

Immediately I thought of the panther and wondered when his last meal was. Before my aunt could move the flashlight off my dog, I turned and flew toward the house. I ran so fast I don’t remember my feet touching the ground. When the panther attacked my aunt, all I could hear was her struggling, cracking voice yelling for me, "Je….nn…i….ff..eerrrrr…..!!"" That right there made me run ten times faster. After to least twenty minutes of hard running I finally came to the lane near the barn at the end of the field. As soon as my house came into view, THE PANTHER GRABBED THE BACK OF MY LEG!!! I jumped 8 feet high and absolutely flew the rest of the yard to the back porch.

I flung the door open, slammed it shut, and collapsed on the floor with my back against the door. Before my mom could ask what was going on, the panther slammed into the door. I pushed my body harder against the door, determined not to be eaten by the panther tonight. My mom rushed to me and PULLED ME AWAY FROM THE DOOR!! Can you believe it? "NO, NO, NO, NO, HE’S GONNA EAT MEEEEEEE!!! I am sure the neighbors heard me screaming by then. So…. as my mother let my aunt in through the back door………..

What had really happened was……

My Aunt Doreen moved the light off Nikki to see what startled her. A bale of hay. A BALE OF HAY! Can you believe that? Nikki had probably been with me on my horse when the farmer came through and baled, so to her keen doggy eyes, it was something foreign in her field and she wanted us to be aware of it. When Aunt Doreen turned to me, hmmmmm, twenty feet away and at a dead run, she busts out laughing and tries to call me back…… Je….nnn..i…fe..rrr…ha,ha,ha. Oh, and I think we could still see the back porch from where all this took place too. I did have to run the lane to get back around to the yard though. Good ol’ Aunt Doreen had this cute little coon hound puppy named Gwen that was tied to a tree at the end of the lane next to the barn. Well, when that playful little Gwen saw me coming, she pounced on my pant legs and grabbed the bow on the back of my jeans just below my knee.

So back in the kitchen, my heart pounding so hard I could see it through my clothes, Aunt Doreen tells my mom what had happened. Even after hearing her version I couldn’t calm myself any. She kept telling me it was just a bale of hay, but I know in my heart that it did have four foot fangs.

Copyright 2009. Jennifer Roberts. All rights reserved.