Chapter 21

[West Georgia]

We woke up the next morning in our usual manner, wrapped in each other’s arms. We got up and got dressed. We went into the kitchen and started breakfast and coffee. Shirley went in and woke Janice. She returned and, a few minutes later, Janice came in. We had a leisurely breakfast enjoying each other’s company. We cleaned up and went into the radio room. Shirley had said that we should try looking for some more people on the air. Janice was picked up by Bennie to “go help.”

Calling on 3.970 got her responses from Jimmy on the road with his family and Jack in Pooler. Both were doing fine and were glad to hear from us outside the usual net. She told them what she was going to do. Jimmy wished her luck while Jack said that he had worked an English station on forty meters and a French station, he thought, on twenty meters. He said he has a very good antenna for forty and would concentrate on that band. Shirley told him she would work twenty and a few other bands. I learned that the lower bands had higher frequencies because wavelength and frequency had an inverted relationship. She cleared with Jack and moved to twenty meters. She went to 14.300 MHz and began to call “CQ.”

She would call. “CQ, CQ, CQ, this is Shirley, K4SAA calling CQ for any station whether you are a ham or not. Over.” She would wait fifteen seconds or so and call again.

“Why that frequency, Shirl?” I asked.

“It’s the maritime amateur frequency and was very popular. I figure it has the best chance of having someone tuned to it.” She continued to call for about half an hour. She then started tuning upwards in frequency by five kilocycles and calling repeatedly before doing it again. She continued doing this for another half hour without success.

Then she tuned back to 14.300 and tried there some more. She said, “It wasn’t this hard before the Day. A female voice guaranteed you a contact quickly and someone was always listening. That just shows you how few people survived.” She continued on, this time tuning downward. She said, “Jack, go find something to do. Even though I’m not having success right now, I am doing something. If anything interesting happens, I will call you. Take your HT with you.”

“Okay, Shirl. I have to admit that, other than listening to your beautiful voice, it’s about as exciting as watching grass grow.” I kissed her cheek, grabbed my HT from its charger stand and got out. I decided to check on Ben and his shop.

I pulled in there and found Michael was there, too. He and Ben were programming a CNC shop tool for something they were trying to do. When they finished, they put a piece of metal in place and turned it on. I came up and said hello to both of them. They responded and Michael asked if I would join them in the office and look at the plans they were making.

We went in there and found Janice, Bennie, and Jean. Cindy was at a computer typing and Melody was going through a file cabinet putting most of the papers in the trash and setting some aside for later review. Michael sat down and pulled up a drawing and specifications. He had taken the information from my water wheel and gave it more strength and a bit more capacity. We went over the drawings and specifications. I liked his work and told him so.

He said, “It’s not just mine. Ben is at least an equal partner in this. He has a feel for metal and machinery that beats anything you could learn in books. He found a couple of spots where more strength was needed and one where a slight change would allow the piece to be made more easily and quickly. We had worked together for five years before and now we can do it again.”

Ben spoke up, “With this shop and a couple of other tools we will move over here, we can build just about anything. Be thinking about what we should build to help us down the road.”

“I will. We’re going to need to think about being self-sufficient at some point. Your activities will help. How are we going to do anything with glass?”

“I’m not sure. There should be glass factories in the Atlanta area that we may be able to use to make things from glass. Put it on your list for searches in the future.”

“Good idea. We need to take advantage of what Atlanta has to offer before it’s gone. Oh, yes, thinking of that, Linda, Betty, and Julia will work any list you give them. They plan to work Atlanta for survivors and to scavenge. They will also update our CNN message regularly and put things on all cable channels that can be accessed.”

“Yes, when we go to help them, we are going to look around.”

“Good. I know they are going to be taught some radio by Shirley as well as handling guns.”

“I think Cindy would like to attend those lessons when she starts them.”

“Okay, I will tell her and we will probably publicize it for anyone else interested.” I admired what they were doing some more and left shortly thereafter returning to the house in time for lunch.

Shirley was excited. She made two contacts, one in England and the other in France. They were both quite lonely and looking for anyone to talk to them. The one in England was not even a ham! His neighbor had been a ham and he had listened before. He decided to try the equipment and was overjoyed that he found someone. The guy from France had heard them and joined in. She said, “I left them talking to each other. Neither one reports any survivors in their areas. It’s scary how few people there are left. I know we had to handle the Blasters but it’s terrible to have to kill people.”

“I agree. Hopefully, there won’t be any need again. I would rather be involved in building up not in tearing down.” We finished making our lunch and sat down to eat.

It was nice to eat with Shirley quietly and without hurry. We finished and cleaned up. She said, “I’m headed back out to the radio. What are you planning to do?”

“I think I will go around with a map and note who lives where and what houses are still vacant. If we can find more people, we need to know where to put them and what might need to be done on some of these places.”

“I hadn’t thought of that though you are very right. We need to know and have some idea about where to direct people for their own benefit. See you for supper, Jack.” She chuckled, “Have fun.”

I headed out to my truck after first securing a county map. I got in the truck turning the radio back on. “Jack, here, mobile.” I said into the mike. I pulled out of the drive and turned left deciding to look in on the few houses on our road first.

Michael and Cindy and Ben and their families occupied the first house for now. Michael and Cindy had suggested that they might move and leave the house to Ben, Melody, and Bennie. A little further was another house with a generator that housed four of our refugees from the Blaster fight. That brought me to the main road and I turned around. I went by two houses on the other side of the road from Shirley and me that were unoccupied. I checked them both. They had no power but were in good shape. With very little work, they were ready for someone to move in. I passed our house and saw the house that Ollie, his daughter and grandson had occupied. They had moved into town to be close to their clinic. Five more refugees were living there. The road dead-ended at a house that was empty. I didn’t know who lived there and went in to check it. I backed out quickly. The smell was bad and there was damage from one of our spring thunderstorms, probably the one that wiped out our power. It would need a lot of work.