About The Author

About The Author.

R. Region Arrington is the pen name of Richard Region Arrington. Richard was born in March 1964 at the Unicoi County Hospital in Erwin Tennessee. His parents were William B. Arrington and Etta Harrell Arrington. Richard was the youngest child in a family of five boys and two girls. Richard is the Writer/Author of “The Voyage of Billy Buckins.

Richard has twenty two other published articles and works. His books include” The Vision of the Cat” and” Tommy Hop the Bunny.” Richard has a fourth book in the works from the Billy Buckins series.

The Arrington’s were the typical family, his parents loved to travel and Richard spent most of his school years in Myrtle Beach South Carolina and Titusville Florida. This childhood spent along the ocean inspired most of his writings of life on the sea. Richard is from a family of writers, his sister Linda writes under the name Linda D. Harrington and is the Author/Illustrator of “Holly’s Backyard Adventures” Richards mother was also a Writer/Author and wrote “The Man Called Simon” in 1978.

Richard began his actual career in Law Enforcement in January of 1984 when Richard went to work as a State Law Enforcement Officer. He was forced to retire due to an injury in the line of duty and went back to his love of writing full time. Richard lives in East Tennessee with his wife of eighteen years, Kristin Arrington and their two sons. Richard’s books will be in book stores in the fall of 2009, you can see them at either of the links below.

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About ” The Voyage of Billy Buckins.”  

 Follow along as ‘Billy Buckins’ walks along the streets of old Charlestown in the colonies.  The year is 1754 and young Billy is saddened to find he has lost his father to the sea.  Now, this adventure seeking twelve year old is the man of the house.  He has seen his mother struggle to provide for his every need.

   Following in his father’s footsteps, young Billy works out a plan to become a seaman himself.  This takes my little friend on an adventure he sometimes wishes he could cancel.

   Along the way, he travels the sea, meets friends, and also pirates’ who attempt to harm him and leaves him on an island with no food or water.

Written by R. Region Arrington

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R. Region Arrington as "The Cat In The Hat," reading to 1st graders.

This is what Jesus would do

I met a small child today

She came over with my son to play

~

She only had a corn dog to eat

The child said with a smile

Mommy gave me the last one

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Her daddy had a heart attack

The child did not understand that

What can you expect when you are only a small child

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I spoke to the mother and ask with some wonder

How is your family doing tonight

She began to tell me a story

How her husband had worried

Struggled and felt shame

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I told her not to worry

And leave this with me

I know a few friends who deeply believe

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Christ died for our sins

So we should all be friends and

Help our brothers and sisters in need

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Tonight I praise God, because this issues

Is resolved

The child has food and can be fed

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The mothers utilities has been paid

Without any delays, because

This is what Jesus would do

-Merry Christmas

Bless the small ones

 

 

 

 

                          Bless the small ones dear lord

                        they know nothing of this world 

                          Bless the small ones dear lord

They can not understand the anger in an adult’s voice

Bless the small ones dear lord

An adult should always understand

Bless the small ones dear lord

A child never asked to be brought into this place

Bless the small ones dear lord

Shield them with the Holy Spirit

Bless the small ones dear lord

Give your angels charge over them

Bless the small ones dear lord

Protect them in this land

Bless the small ones dear lord

Our future depends on it!

Sing to me…

 

Sing to me…

 

Sing to me from your tree

As I sit with sun in my face

Sing to me from your tree

As I watch my little one’s play

Sing to me from your tree

As I observe a rose

Sing to me from your tree

As I hear laughter

Sing to me from your tree

As I sip a glass of tea

Sing to me from your tree

-Peace

The meek shall inherit the earth

Merciful father, I have no food in my stomach and my brother has no desire to feed me.                             “…how can the love of God be in him” 1 John 3:17

Merciful father, my brother mocks me.                   “….he alone will suffer” Proverbs 10:12

Merciful father, I am cold and my brother cares not. “Love your brother as yourself.” Romans 13:9

Merciful father, I am sick and my brother cares not.  Tell him “be merciful, just as your father is merciful.” Luke 6:36

Merciful father, my brother hordes his money and I am in need. “…where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” Matthew 6:21

Merciful father, what more can I say to my brother? Go to your brother with these words. “…do not be hardhearted or tightfisted toward your brother. Rather be openhanded and freely give him whatever he needs.” Deuteronomy 14:7

Merciful father, I cry, because of the misery I see. My child the day is coming and I issue this warning to your brother “You have horded wealth in the last days. Look! The wages you failed to pay the workers are crying out against you. The cries of the workers have reached the ears of the Lord God Almighty. You have lived on earth in luxury and self indulgence. You have fattened yourself in the day of slaughter. You have condemned and murdered innocent men, who were not opposing you.”        James 5:3-6

Be patient my child, the Lord is coming. “The meek shall inherit the earth” Psalm 37:11

Blessed

Blessed be the children

God they were sent by thee

Blessed be the birds

God allow them to fly free

Blessed be the animal’s

Let them graze in peace as it should be

Blessed be the widows

 wipe their tears by the hands of thee

Blessed be the orphans

Protect them in this land of the free

Blessed be the innocent

Who cries on bended knees

Blessed be the sick

Who suffer silently

Blessed be your holy name

As I cry this prayer to thee

Blessed be your holy name

As I kneel before thee

Blessed be your holy name

Father above all

Blessed be your holy name

Blessed be your holy name

Blessed be your holy name

God above all names

Amen

My Love Awaits (Short Story)

The year was 1883; Mildred Hayes would walk a path daily on her way to her boy friends house. Mildred kept up this routine in hopes of a proposal of marriage from her boy friend Dave. One foggy night in June of 1883, Dave sent Mildred a note, “Come quickly, I need to talk to you about our future together.” Mildred just knew this was the proposal she had been waiting so long to hear, she would soon be a married women. Mildred burst out the front door and down her dirt path. Mildred father was returning from the saw mill, where he had spent the day at work. As her father’s wagon turned a corner on the path, he ran down Mildred and killed her.  Yes, a proposal was coming but never received.  Mildred’s funeral was held on what would have been her wedding day.  Hayes Path was widened for safety reason’s and later named in her memory. The Hayes home burned in 1933 and only brush exists today where this home once stood.

The year was 1975, Officer Henry Todd was just hired by the Marshville Police Department as a patrolmen. He was hired for the 7: PM till 7: AM shift in the north end of Marshville. This side of town included North Main Street and the town bypass that was connected by Hayes Path Road. Officer Todd would make a sweep of his area every hour. He would leave the Police Station; go down Main Street and up Hayes Path Road to the bypass. This was his third night on the job and all seemed normal and quiet. Officer Todd informed the dispatcher that he was on patrol and his location as he left the parking lot. No traffic was on Main Street at 2:55 AM in Marshville and Officer Todd yawed as he turned up Hayes Path Road. No one lived on this road that was covered by trees and brush on both sides. A small creek could be seen during the day that once ran past a house that had burned some years back. During the night hours, the stream was not visible and no street lights existed.  Officer Todd yawed once more and rubbed the sleep from his eyes as his car lights cut through the fog. Officer Todd reached for his coffee as his car made it way around a curve. He looked back up just in time to see a girl standing on the right side of the road. He slowed down and rolled down the window, “what are you doing out here, young lady?” said Officer Todd. Officer Todd noticed that the young lady appeared to be about seventeen years of age with long blonde hair. She also seemed to be lost or confused. “Do you need help?” officer Todd proceeded to question her. The young lady looked at him and smiled and then pointed down the road. Officer Todd assumed the young lady was mute and unable to speak, So he continued to offer answers. “Do you need a ride back down the road?” he ask, but the girl just smiled once more.  With this, Officer Todd instructed the young lady to get into the back seat. Officer Todd watched as the young lady seated herself, she seemed to be happy but also confused. Officer Todd felt a since of sadness that he could not explain as he looked in the rear view mirror at the young lady. As he pulled back out, he attempted once more to have a conversation with her, “do you live on this road?” he ask. The young lady smiled once more at Officer Todd through the rear view mirror. Officer Todd began to wonder if the young lady was also deaf but how could she have understood his instructions to get in the back seat?

Officer Todd came near the end of Hayes Path Road. The young lady leaned toward him in the front seat and spoke, “My love awaits.”  This brought a cold chill through Officer Todd and he stopped the car. He turned to look at the young lady but she was gone. He got out of the patrol car and walked to either side of the road but she was not to be found. Officer Todd got back into the car and drove back to the dispatch station at the Marshville Police Department. He reported what had happened to the dispatcher who listened without a word. Once he had finished the report, the dispatcher smiled and said, “You just met Mildred Hayes.” This story is reported to be true but the names and location was changed by the author.

Something changed him! Lord only knows what. (Short Story)

 Although I am a very strong Christian and never was fully convinced in the validity of my grandfather’s ghost stories, I truly loved the story time and his ability to make my skin crawl. This one story he told was from this area of East Tennessee in the year 1934. My uncle (grandfather’s brother) was a man who loved the drink, and loved the money he made from creating his own drinks (Moonshiner.) In 1934 East Tennessee, times were very difficult and people did their best to make a living. My grandfather had a saw mill and farmed but still there was not much to go around. My uncle spent most of his time creating his drinks and shipping them to every back room bar he could find and running from “THE LAW.” My uncle spent 1931 in prison and went back to visit his friends for another stay in 1933. By 1934, my uncle was a well know creator of the best drinks in Northeast Tennessee and Western North Carolina. He was well know for crossing the state line in his 1932 Ford with his hair blowing in the wind and “THE LAW” on his tail.

My uncle loved to hunt for squirrels and rabbits over the weekend (a career man has to do something on the weekends to relax.)  One fall night in 1934, my uncle kissed my aunt and headed out for his weekend hunting trip. Most often he would take his 22 rifle, his dog Fred and a bottle of his drink. (No need for food with a ridge full of squirrels.) My uncle put a plug of chewing tobacco in his cover all pocket and headed up the ridge. About two miles away, he found a very good camp spot and setup. He shot two squirrels by night fall and had them cooking over the fire. He opened his bottle of drink to wash down the gray squirrels who were unlucky enough to meet up with him that fall night. As he began to chew on the left leg of the first squirrel, a sound came from behind him. Who is that? A thought came to his mind. Is it THE LAW? This was his second thought. My uncle turned but there was nothing to be seen. A short period of time past and my uncle began to forget about the sound that came from behind him. As he began to eat his second squirrel, the sound came again. This time my uncle grabbed his 22 rifle and yelled “who is that?” but no voice returned. As my uncle moved in for a closer look, a shadow appeared. This shadow was about the same size as a man but appeared to be distorted. My uncle focused his eye at the distorted image in the woods, his heart began to race. “What is that? He thought. His heart began to race and sickening fear came over him as the image became clear. This “creature” came out of the shadow and had the “features of a man but the legs of a horse,” “Its eye’s were black.” My uncle ran from its sight and made his way down the ridge and toward home. The creature was behind him at the same pace. My uncle came to his cabin door and ran through it, breaking the door down. He made his way through the living room until he reached the bedroom. He could see my aunt, she was still asleep. My uncle ran to her bedside and attempted to wake her, but she would not wakeup. “What is wrong with her?” he thought. The sound of hoof steps reached the front door. My uncle, who was kneeled by my aunts’ bedside, began to crawl to the corner of the room. As he reached the corner, he began to cry and rolled up with his arms around his legs. He was looking toward the bedroom door as the sound of hoof steps came one by one across the wood porch. He looked toward my aunt who was still asleep and had never moved. My uncle put both hands over his face, as the hoof steps came through the living room and toward the bedroom door. The “Man, Creature, Demon” reached the door. Its black eyes could be seen by the firelight coming from the fireplace. This “Thing” looked over the bedroom as if it searched for my uncle. It scanned the room until its black gaze reached the location of my uncle. It stopped and appeared to smile but how could something so evil find pleasure in anything? The thing walked into the bedroom and came closer to my uncle. My uncle closed his eye but not before he caught glimpse of the hoofs, they were like looking at a small pony. My uncle was still in the rolled up position with his hands covering his eyes. He could feel this creature looking down at him as he began to pray. Yes, this man who had spent some thirty years fishing, boot lagging, hunting on Sunday morning, began to pray. He managed to get his breath which appeared to be trying to escape him. He began to pray, “Lord God, please forgive me.” Once these words came from my uncle’s mouth or mind (remember I was not there!) The thing turned and ran. My uncle sat there with tears running down his face and his heart racing.

Dawn came, finding my uncle still sitting in the corner. He had spent the rest of the night in silent prayer. My aunt awoke in surprise, why was her husband sitting in the bedroom floor and why was he crying? It was Sunday morning and my uncle managed these words, “Take me to church.” From that day forward, my uncle could be found an active member of his community church. He spent the remainder of his life as a farmer and never failed in his daily prayers. He and my aunt lived a long life together. Is this story true ? I don’t know! I was about ten years old when my uncle past away. I knew of his past and the fact he had been in prison. I went to visited him as a child. I could sometimes hear him in the woodshed, he would be crying out to the lord in his daily prayers. Something changed him! Lord only knows what. 

Home

Home is a place, where families reside

Home is a place, with children inside

Home is a place, where peace should be assured
Home is on a farm
Home is in the mountains
Home is on a coast
Home is in a small town
Home is in a city
It’s been said, “Home is on the range, where the deer and the antelopes play.”
My home is on a farm in the Smokey mountains of Tennessee. My home is where my children are and my wife welcomes me at the end of the day.
No matter where you are, home is where you find love.
No matter where you are, home is where you find comfort.
No matter where you are, home should be a place of joy.
Love, comfort and joy; this I pray you are blessed with, because without it a home is empty.

What was that? (Short Story)

The year was 1970; I was a happy seven years old. My father purchased a forty acre farm near Greenville Tennessee. My father worked for the railroad at the time but we also raised chickens and pigs. We had a big red barn on the property that overlooked a dirt race track. My sister and I would climb to the top of the barn loft and watch the races over the tree line. This was a great deal of fun and we would sometimes invite our friends. Some odd things started to occur shortly after we moved into the house, my father began to get locked into the hen house and we would hear him yelling for help. We would go to let him out and we would find the double door hen house locked from both the end side and out side. The first section of the hen house was for feed storage, so it was not possible for someone to lock it from the end side and then exit the house. My father would be found locked into the second section. One night my older brother got up to get a drink of water; it was three in the morning. He was coming back from the kitchen, when he saw someone sitting on the sofa. My brother walked toward the stranger to get a closer look in the dark, the man stood up. My brother stopped in fear and observed the man walk backwards into the wall, he disappeared. My brother screamed and ran to his room, we found my brother under his bed the next morning crying in fear. A few weeks after this occurred, we began to see a man with a white dog standing near the edge of our driveway. My father went out the first three times that the man appeared but only found that this man was gone. My grandmother came for a weekend visit and saw this same man and his dog, he walk into the barn. My father went to check the barn but the man was not there. My father and mother was sitting in the living room one night and the man appeared on our front lawn, we all sat and observed this man in the shadows for some time. My father picked up the phone and told my mother that he was going to call the Sheriff’s Department. As my father began to dial the phone, the man turned and walked away with the white dog following him. This nightly event did not stop, my father kept attempting to contact the Sheriff and also going out side but the man kept walking away. We were never able to find this visitor once he left. One Saturday night my sister and I climbed into the barn loft to watch the race. It was a very clear night and we sat with our arms crossed and resting on a bail of hay. I kept feeling a presence behind me, I would turn, but nothing was there. This kept up for some time and the race was about half over, we were having a great deal of fun watching the excitement across the tree line. Once again I felt that  presence behind me, and once again I turned not expecting not to see anything. This time was different; I could also see a shadow out of the corner of my eyes. I turned to come face to face with man from the lawn; he was standing behind my sister and me. I jumped up without saying a word and began to run toward the ladder leading out of the loft. I fell and hit on my back at the bottom of the barn floor. My sister climbed down the ladder to check on me and ask why I ran. I was out of breath and pointing toward the barn loft but managed to say “There is a man up there; my sister never saw the man in the loft. This was enough for my parents, we moved a short time later. We were never able to figure out who this man was or why we kept seeing him. I am not saying it was a ghost nor am I saying it was a trespasser; I will leave this up to you. What was that?

A child should never have to ask

A child knows the joy of christmas morning

A child knows the cry of sadness and tears

 A child knows when its stomach is full

 A child knows when there is nothing to eat

 A child knows when it’s welcomed and loved

A child knows when it rejected and alone

A parent should know when their child is happy

A parent should know when their child is sad

A parent should know when their child is full and healthy

A parent should know when their child is hungry and sick

A parent should know when to embrace their child with love and care for it

 A child should never have to ask, what a parent should freely give.