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“By Grace and Grace alone” is powerful memoir about life and spirituality. It is based out of the deep south and takes you around the world. There are ups and downs, rewards and deception and a plethora of events that shape and mold the life of Shiloyne. It taps into a world of peer pressure and ridicule from family and friends that contribute to valuable life lessons. It will keep you thinking and on your toes. There is never a dull moment. A strong belief in GOD and the Spirit World. It will take you on a journey that makes you wonder about life and the connection that the author and others have with GOD.
There are events that bring you to tears and events that will make you laugh. Its all in this memoir.

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Publié par	AuthorHouse
Date de parution	21 mars 2023
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9798823002288
Langue	English

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By GRACE AND GRACE Alone

Shiloyne

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Bloomington, IN 47403
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Phone: 833-262-8899

© 2023 Shiloyne. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

Published by AuthorHouse 03/20/2023

ISBN: 979-8-8230-0229-5 (sc)
ISBN: 979-8-8230-0227-1 (hc)
ISBN: 979-8-8230-0228-8 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2023903762

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PROLOGUE
Life is not always happening as planned. Whether we put one foot in front of the other or one pants leg on at a time, we have no guarantee to constant happiness, pain, love, freedom, or comfort in this existence that we call life. But who wants pain. Yet, pain teaches us valuable lessons.
We are born with two parents. Whether they love us in the long term of our lives is sometimes questionable, yet they do their best in most cases.
The forty-three years of my life on this planet exposed me to a great deal of life that shaped my existence into a humble, yet ambitious human being. My childhood was fun as well as rocky at times, but those whom have come and gone left valuable knowledge through loving, harsh, remorseful, compassionate interaction over the years. In writing this book, I only intend to show gratitude as well as understanding of events that my readers may or may not have in common; not in an attempt to achieve fame or ridicule. However, JUDGEMENT is unavoidable.
I love everything and everyone that was created with the understanding that feelings are not going to always be mutual. Let’s face it, Good and Evil are not always understood, however, we live in a world where we have consequences for our actions….. most of the time. Those consequences are not always desirable and when they are desirable, they are not always long lasting.
If my reader learns anything in reading this book, I hope they learn to live in peace and offer peace to those whom come across their path because they never truly know the past.
1

T he things that shape us are said to be known and intended by Creator….God.
1978 was just as good as any other year to be born. For some of us, it was the year of the copyright. For me, it was a Tuesday in April at a clinic operated by Dr. Lungsford. My Mother, Rosie, was giving birth at 1:09 a.m. to “Shiloyne”.
She said I was born with a 109 degree temperature so I had to be placed in a tub of ice. I guess the will of life was strong in me.
I had the average childhood as I remember. It was me and my mother and a man named Charles whom I knew as my father. He came into my life in about 1983, when my brother Jeremy was born. The memory of my grandfather Frank, Charles’s father, comes into mind to begin by going to help my grandfather on his farm with the cows and the fences as well as witness an eye surgery he had to have for glaucoma and caterdfs.
I was roughly 8 years old and my grandmother Rosie Bee was still alive. My Grandfather Frank was a janitor, bus driver, deacon, farmer, and Mason. So discipline was a must. My Grandmother Rosie Bee was a single, 59 year old woman with a huge family. My Grandfather Matthew had long since moved on. Me, mom, and my brother Jeremy were living in Como, MS with my grandmother Rosie on 310.
My Mother picked me up from Como Elementary and allowed me to drive home across the Santa Fe railroad track to where we lived with 4 of her 9 sisters and my grandmother. Back in 1985, not many people were on the road at that time of the day in a small town such a Como. Its said to be the richest town on the map in Mississippi.
We made it to the house safely. She had been allowing or teaching me to drive since I was 5 years old and my fascination of cars due to her racing her Chevy Nova in her spare time on her days off from a Furniture Company. She would win 50 dollars a pop here and there, which would help out on my school clothing and diapers for my brother. But he was coming out of the “Luvs” and “Huggies” into regular cloths. Besides he was about 3 yrs old.
I got out the car, DUKES OF HAZAARD style and threw my mom the keys. Then ran around and picked my baby brother up to go into the house. We were all packed already to go to Charles house for the weekend.
We made it to Charles’s house and Granddaddy Frank was already happy to see up. He knew I was going to help him in the reading area since he had stopped school at a young age to take care of his family and Grandma Zela whom hand passed away in 1973. He was a Deacon at Mt. Peel Missionary Baptist Church in Holly Springs. However, his surgery had made it hard for him to see. I was in fourth grade in 1985, but I could read and write very well. I was on the Dean’s List, the Principal Scroll, the Honor Roll and I took advanced classes. At night I went to Galena School and assisted Granddaddy Frank with his night studies to get his GED. He was born in 1920, but he had only a 3 rd grade education. All that he could do was print his name.
We got out the car and I grabbed our bags and took them into Granddaddy Frank’s house. Mom went straight to Granddaddy Frank and kissed him on the cheek and he said Charles was somewhere cutting grass like normal. That’s what he did for work. He cut yards as well as side construction. Well it was 1985; not much money was really needed to survive and look appropriate.
Mom began to prepare the favorite breakfast.
Fried chicken, white rice, and homemade biscuits cooked done, but not completely done with a golden brown top. Charles came in from cutting grass with his usual water bottle canteen, filled with corn whiskey; ready to eat.
We gathered around the table and began to say grace. I led in prayer.
“Dear God,
Thank YOU for watching over me and giving me the strength to make it this far throughout my days,
Watch over my friends family and loved ones. Keep them safe in your arms forever. AMEN”
Charles had already started eating because he was KING OF THE CASTLE as he called himself. All of a sudden he coughed. Since I was sitting across from him; rice expelled from his mouth, came across the table and landed in my rice. As if it were some father to son transfer in the worst way. At the time, I had no praise or amusement to give and no one notice but me. My grandfather yelled for Charles to cover his mouth…. In the middle of prayer. I, on the other hand, was not touching my rice.
I finished the prayer, and ate around the rice. After Breakfast, Me and Granddaddy went back out to the pasture to feed the cows and count them to make sure there weren’t any missing. Granddaddy Frank also had pride in his livestock and his land. Along the walk we would check the fences to see if any space were wide enough so the cows could get out. On occasion, a bull or a heifer would get out by jumping or breaking through old wire. We would repair the fence after the feeding of the cows. He still had patches over his eyes from the surgery he had just gone through so he need me to help him nail in the u-bolt nails. He would chop down a tree, dig a hole with the post-hole digger, and fill-in the space along the fence so the cow could not get out again. He had about 25 cows on 3 acres of land. And we share land surrounding that with neighboring farmers. Life was good, but it was hard work. Especially for an 8 yr old. We finished the task at hand that was on my grandfather’s land and had no cows to go looking for nor had anyone called to let my grandfather know of any damage to their fences on their properties. So we went back to the house.
Charles and Reese were house hunting so once they were married, we would not have to stay in my grandfather’s house.
Me and my brother shared a room in our grandfather’s house. We would jump back and forth from bed to bed doing flips in the air. On one instance, I flipped and did not jump hard enough. In my landing I almost broke my neck as I was unconscious from hitting my head on the side of the cast iron bed frame. For a moment I was unconscious. I didn’t mention it to anyone but my brother revived me by slapping my face. Since I was the oldest, I didn’t want to get in trouble for being hurt. I never tried it again.
We stayed at my grandfather’s house for the rest of the weekend and returned to Como on Sunday night so I could be ready for school the next day at Como Elementary. My mom did the usual. She left my brother with Charles and I went to my cousins while she went to work Sunday evening to get off at the 1:00 a. m. She would then drive to pick me up at around 1:30 in morning from my Great Aunt’s house. I loved going to her house to play with my cousins who were much older than me. Well, they were at least 8 years older.
My grandmother’s sister was full figured and soft spoken as I remember. She had 3 of my other cousins and an older cousin living with her, as well, as my Uncle Jack. I had been going there as my babysitter for years