(For clarification, my ever-lovin’ Daddy’d, come Sunday afternoons, take us out on family “Sunday Afternoon Drives.” That’d be code for an excuse for an audience for his tales and yarns from his days passed. And we loved every minute of every story! This month, I’m speaking in my Daddy’s voice. Liam. Other Liam stories, all true, exist on this site. My Daddy, he’s still tellin’ his stories. And me? I’m still passing them on down the line!)
Liam Elias Ephraim Goodwell here, third son o’ the Denton County Goodwells.
You hear of us? Grandpap nigh to owned most all Denton County.
Once upon a time, that is.
Well, here I am, ag’in an’ ag’in, a’scratchin’ my heart in earnest, a’wonderin’ why in God’s green earth Miss Meadow, down to the school, why she has me a’documentin’ and retellin’ and regalin’ you all with the Goodwell comin’s and goin’s and livin’s and dyin’s and other sorts o’doin’s.
She says, Miss Meadow down to the school, she says right out loud I got me somethin’ to say, but law, I ain’t sure I found it jest yet.
But fer Miss Meadow, I’ll keep after it.
So here’tis. I, Liam Goodwell (don’t nobody but Mama use my middle names. Who in high heavens has them two middles anyhow, ‘cept me?), am one o’ a slew o’ Denton County Goodwells. At our house, they be Grandpap, they be Daddy and Mama, they be big brothers Lincoln and Lawrence, they be fluffy puffy Livvie, they be roughy and toughy Luce.
Next comes me, but I done tol’ you that there. I play me some mean baseball, I got me a fair to middlin’ singin’ voice, I think me some deep thoughts.
Then ‘hind me come Loreen, and them mischief-makin’ scamps Louis and Lawton, twins.
Then they be cousins and aints and uncles and seconds and thirds and twice and four-times remove-eds. Ever’body, it ‘ppears, wants to be a Goodwell.
Leastways here in Denton County.
An’ tonight, we, all us Goodwells, we’ll find all ourselves, plus the whole Pentecostal believin’ population o’ Denton County and beyond, down to the church.
Fer we got us, yessir, we got us a Revival a’startin’!
That there? A revival? That’s God’s particular renderin’ o’ Heavenly entertainment! Now, there’ll be singin’ and ‘clappin’, but not dancin’ cept it be in the Spirit. If I wudn’t so worried I’d make a plum fool o’myself, I sometimes wish the Spirit would lay some dancin’ down on me!
But either way, I ain’t aimin’ to miss me one minute, I kid you not!
A revival? Why, “that’s good enough fer me!”