Hubert Crowell: 11 books

Drawn to Darkness is fiction, drawn however from experiences as a child growing up in the 50's and living in the mountains. The cave along the Piney River is real and I explored it as I played there alone. The cave in the book is totally fictitious, but so much like the many caves found in the mountains...

Brian sat on the pew listening to his father preach, just like every other Sunday. The voice he heard did not sound like his fathers, a voice he had not heard before. “Heaven is my throne, and the earth is my footstool. Where is the house you will build for me? Where will my resting place be? Has...

Clair pried on the lid of the box that had rusted shut. Her black hair hung over her eyes as she concentrated on her prize. Her mother stepped on the porch, “What are you doing to our rock doorstop?” “It’s not a rock it’s a box!” “My goodness, I plowed that thing up over in Grassy Cove....

Spring is here with bright green trees, winter has gone and left with a breeze, summer is coming with heat, flies and fleas, fall will bring color and maybe a freeze. Spring is here with lots of grass to mow, winter has gone and so has all the snow, summer is coming and everything will grow, fall...

When you tackle a job, when you take on the mob, do you give it your all, or put things off till fall? When you’re feeling low and not really with it, dig up those old projects and push the limit, listen to that inter voice that says do a little better, get an early start and show everyone...

Matthew, Clair, John, and Joann join up with Martin and Sue to hike for a week on the AT. At the top of Hawk Mountain they run into trouble when something or someone scares them. They decide to try and track them down and find out what is going on. Ed, retired and living alone, hikes the trail and...

Mystery on Blood Mountain is part two of the series 'Drawn to Darkness', a fiction. Drawn from experiences as a child growing up in the 50's and living in the mountains. Forty-five years of caving has given my many experences. The cave in the book is totally fictitious, but so much like the many caves...

Works of art that touch the heart, are very rare and few between. A labor of love, to be set apart, white and pure, fit for a queen, to admire from the very start, given a special place to be seen. Works of art that move the heart, some are heard, and others seen. Express and take an active...

Backyard in winter where Rusty and I walk each day, there’s fresh snow for Rusty to hop in and mark the way. Our house has served us well for more than forty years, with an apartment on the lower level with help from volunteers. Parents, niece, nephew, and daughter have all lived there, and now...

A slight interruption occurred in my writing, A remodeling project or two, or was it my fighting, with thoughts and ideals and stories untold, now I’m back, break is over, I wonder what will unfold. A few lines here and there, an unfinished verse, review them all, write more, what could be...

Blue skies of August bring to mind, carefree days of my childhood past. Memories I had almost lost to time. Blue skies of August bring them back at last. Gone are the days when I played till dark, and sometimes ran through the woods at night. Not a worry in the world as if I were in a park. Blue skies...