The Green Palmers Chronicle
By Jon Huer
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This is a story of evil that plays an integral role in a small town’s transformation from a peaceful place to a terrifyingly selfish and corrupt town, only to be saved by the courage and honesty of a boy, Michael Brown, who draws his strength from the motto “Liberty and Justice for All.” The town is saved from the Green Palm Way of Life by the young hero, but the shadow of evil lingers on in the reader’s mind long after the story is over. The town’s transformation is an allegorical tale of how America itself has lost its innocence as viewed by young Mikey who, along with the help of some of the town’s people who refuse to succumb to the Green Palm Way, stands by the notions of liberty and justice for all and resists the encroaching forces of human nature that threatens the very foundations of humanity and American ideals.
Jon Huer
The author obtained his Ph.D. from UCLA in 1975 in sociology and is the author of 15 books of social criticism. After teaching social science for the last 25 years at the U.S. military bases around the world, he retired in 2019 and is currently living in Greenfield, Massachusetts, with his wife Terry. The Green Palmers Chronicle is the first of the “Michael Brown Trilogy,” to be followed by Darwin’s Progress and Tales from Vespucci.
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The Green Palmers Chronicle - Jon Huer
About the Author
The author obtained his Ph.D. from UCLA in 1975 in sociology and is the author of 15 books of social criticism. After teaching social science for the last 25 years at the U.S. military bases around the world, he retired in 2019 and is currently living in Greenfield, Massachusetts, with his wife Terry. The Green Palmers Chronicle is the first of the Michael Brown Trilogy,
to be followed by Darwin’s Progress and Tales from Vespucci.
Dedication
Written for Jonathan Blake Huer
For his 10th Birthday.
From Dad, with love.
May you be safe from those Green Palmers!
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Jon Huer 2023
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Huer, Jon
The Green Palmers Chronicle
ISBN 9781649794642 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781649794659 (ePub e-book)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2023917474
www.austinmacauley.com/us
First Published 2023
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COMMENTS FROM READERS
(Following reviewers are members of the Wilmington, NC Book Club who read and responded to this book as one of their regular assignments).
A fantastic story! I went from being in suspense in the beginning to being mad at the stupid people [and] to being scared…And just when I thought I knew how it was going to end, it completely threw me off.
Blakely Austin
It reads a lot like the novels of Stephen King and David Koonce. It uses the self-doubt inside a person on the…evil in oneself to bring out the terror in the reader. The [book] takes the everyday normal things around us and weaves it into something to be afraid of. It is an art form itself to turn [the everyday] into a horror story. A REAL ALL-NIGHT PAGE-TURNER!
Michael Duprey
A very fast-paced story, it does not allow the reader to pause and reflect until the tale is told. The reader is too engrossed in the progress of the story to consider its implications while reading it.
Joseph Fortune
"THE GREEN PALMERS examines the progress of America’s social degeneration through the eyes of a child, [forcing] us to question ourselves and our society. It provokes thought without ramming the problems afflicting America down the reader’s throat. It forces us to look into our hearts and realize that we are all Green Palmers."
Dempsey Green
[While the book] lives in the heart as a direct story, a story of Small Town, USA, with youth as its dragon slayer, a story for its own sake and yet, although the author never intrudes or points a moral, it also takes on meaning from what we know of affairs of history. To read it is an experience out of the ordinary, as it goes into the region where the heart and the head join together to recognize our values.
Jacob Isbell
"The work is written in a clear and connected narrative. A story line could be followed by a young reader as he explores the changes that occur in an adult world and learn to comprehend through the eyes and questions posed by a 12-year-old paper boy roaming the neighborhood.
Simplicity in vocabulary and brevity in sentence structure does not minimize the complexity of the subject. A sophisticated reader will also appreciate the irony and satire in the characters developed.
Steve Kendall
[As] an allegorical novel, it can be read and appreciated on many different levels. Both children and adults will find the novel interesting and enlightening. Children should like it for its humor and graphic details, such as vomiting up vile green slime. The plot is simple enough for children to follow. Adults should especially enjoy the novel because it is easier for adults to see through the surface and glean the real meaning of the story. [The book] makes it enjoyable for readers of all ages. MAY WE ALL BE SAFE FROM THE GREEN PALMERS.
George Wachter
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Chapter One
As a testimony to the strange tale of evil that had almost lured the town’s soul to sleep, the statue used to be much easier to notice. Time and repetition, along with other forces of nature, have made it less noticeable now. And thank Heavens for that.
Observant visitors to Laurinville, as they drove into town on the main highway, had no trouble spotting the life-size bronze statue of a boy. The boy has his eyes raised to the sky in earnest anxiety and resolve. Clutched in his hands with great determination is a picture frame the size of a small painting. Instead of a painting, however, the frame contains only an inscription, which says, LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL.
Incidentally, the inscription has become the town motto of Laurinville since the Event.
The statue can be seen today only by those who are looking for it with more than casual interest. The robust presence of perennial flowers and viny bushes, once planted around the statue only to highlight it, has simply outgrown and obscured its original purpose. Honeysuckles alone have grown so vigorously that they now cover much of the view of the statue. Like an important visitor whose every need is well attended to at first but whose subsequent familiarity soon breeds comfortable routines, the statue is now in a state of loving indifference.
I have been the one who has tried to keep it that way, somewhat against the wishes of some townspeople who want to keep their young hero more visible to visitors. But so far, my sense of modesty has prevailed upon their civic eagerness every time the issue of renovation comes up. Why do I have such an influence on the town? Just by the sheer unfolding of fate, I must confess, with which my own will had so little to do. Life seems to be a large revolving stage on which will and fate take turns to tell their story.
Those with a keener observation might find that the face of the statue rather resembles one Michael Brown, a twelve-year old schoolboy at the time they erected it.
The caption on the plaque below the statue reads:
DEDICATED TO MICHAEL BROWN
A BOY WHOSE BRAVERY AND INTELLIGENCE
SAVED HIS TOWN FROM THE GREEN PALMERS.
That is quite a mouthful for a young boy. Even among most adults nowadays much of the dread associated with the memory of the Green Palmers has faded. The incident was almost like a bizarre nightmare which, once we wake up from it and realize what an utterly silly dream it was, we consciously try to forget. But there were times when the statue was more visible than today and the townspeople’s dreadful memory much sharper than it is now. All the visible signs of the Event, which once dominated Laurinville’s body and soul, have now been erased from view. Aside from what is deeply lodged in their sometimes-puzzling dreams, they might insist that the whole thing had come and gone like a summer shower—much sound and fury, but no lasting marks.
Now and then, some old timers still insist on reviving the tale of good and evil, to which they feel they own the retelling rights. My insistence that the now-fading Green Palmers were actually much more sinister when retold, or that the heroic deeds of Michael Brown were actually much less heroic when recalled, merely falls on deaf ears. Naturally both good and evil are embellished in any retelling. So is the truth. I am quite certain about saying this simply because I am that Michael Brown, Mikey
to my father and friends. I know what I did and didn’t do.
Recently I have been repeatedly asked by Miss Miriam Raynor, our town historian of impeccable credentials, to tell the whole story from the viewpoint of my own involvement. She is compiling a ten-year review of the Event for the town annals and is of the opinion that my own account would be particularly valuable for her purpose. After all, Miss Raynor insisted, I was in the thick of it from beginning to end and (to quote her) single-handedly defeated the invaders.
A decade, she believes, is long enough for me to overcome my own reluctance to relive the memory.
Upon her irresistible and repeated urgings, I finally gave in and decided to tell the whole singular story from my personal experience.
I was seven years old when the tornado named Martha (one of the first tornadoes to be named) swept through Laurinville and killed 12 people. The only thing that I remember about the tornado itself was the vague sense of terror and excitement as we crouched on the floor at school, hearing the passing of Martha in a loud rumble as if a train was passing directly over us. It broke all the windows at our school. But it also broke my heart, for my mother was one of the victims. She was inside the house when Martha hit and caused part of the house to collapse on her. The town mourned its dead as if a heavenly edict had demanded its great sacrifice for no earthly reason. The town of Laurinville still bears the scar. One of the barns just outside the town stands half destroyed, now covered with wild vegetation and, although somewhat eroded by time, mostly unchanged.
My father worked, as he still does, as a baker at the town’s only sweet shop. He has always been good at making specially decorated cakes for birthdays, weddings, graduations, and anniversaries of all kinds. Often the caricatured decorations on the cakes are so humorous that the picture gets more attention than the person whose day is celebrated. However, his and the bakery’s specialty was, as it still is, its fine array of doughnuts. Even today many townspeople make a special pilgrimage to visit the bakery and taste the doughnuts as they are served hot off the pan. Sometimes my father himself would come out from the kitchen to join them and take pleasure in their compliments on his workmanship. The customers would sit around at the shop’s few tables, mostly laughing about non-events, sometimes exchanging views about the current crops and speculating on the upcoming weather.
As I was growing up this scene at the bakery always occupied my mind as if it were the essence of Laurinville. Our small-town life was without deep guile as it was without momentous events. Even with the tragic interlude of Martha, the town was really all laughter and small exchanges as I remember it.
Father always brought a doughnut or two when he came home late at night as a special treat for me. Of course, I had already gone to bed by then, often tucked in by my neighbor and babysitter Jamie Yarborough. She was good at making up a new bedtime story practically every night. At the time the Green Palmers came to our town I was already twelve and Jamie, who was only six years older than her charge, had become my best buddy. Sometimes she still tried to treat me like the seven-year-old grief-stricken child that I once was and I had to remind her how tough I had grown. She was still stronger and bigger than me, though, so I let her get her way most of the time. Besides, I was extremely fond of her.
On Sundays and Mondays my father was off work. On those days we would go to the town cemetery to visit Mother, sweep away the fallen leaves from the stone that marked her grave, and put fresh flowers in the vase. We almost never varied this routine. The only time we did not carry on with this routine was when I was sick with chicken pox. Sitting by Mother’s grave, Father and I would tell her what had happened at his bakery and my school and some noteworthy events in Laurinville. When I had good grades to report, I was especially delighted to tell her about them. Sometimes Father and I would have sandwiches there and even set a plate for her as if she were still with us.
Father was only in his early thirties when my mother died. He was a hardworking man known for his patience and honesty, and he was handsome. Naturally many widows and single women in Laurinville thought of him as a good man to get to know. Still very much in love with