Tree-Lined Walden's Pond

This is Amorella. Solitude is important for thinking. Silence is also conducive, at least for orndorff. He googled ‘Walden’ to make sure of spelling, he had an ‘o’ rather than an ‘e’. In the eighth grade one of the spelling words was ‘frequent’ and on a test he spelled it ‘freakwent’.

A miracle took place back in the eighties. Richard walked into a K-Mart and he saw a Franklin Speller for sale. He asked to see it and spelled ‘frequent’ the wrong way and the Franklin spelled it correctly. It is the only time he ever said, “It is a miracle!” out loud.

Only poor spellers have a real understanding of this brain problem. He never could read out loud either, at least not well. Language problems.

I didn’t think you would ever bring this up, Amorella. It is still embarrassing to think on. I used to give points if someone caught a spelling error on the chalk board. At least it would be corrected for the next class. Students forgave me and sometimes I forgave them their errors. It was still a learning situation, that’s the way I still look at it. Rarely did anyone ever earn a ten out of ten on an essay though. Nine plus maybe. Perfection is not built into humanity, that is my theory. You do your best and you look up the words you can and you have someone proofread when possible.

Three cheers for the Franklin Speller. I have one setting beside me to this day.  I have to admit I don’t think I’ll ever forget that wrong spelling. The teacher called my mother who was also a teacher in the same school system. I never heard the end of it. Even when I wrote my first novel and showed it to her she found spelling errors on page one. You don’t tell people you want to be a writer when you have language problems. It was just a dream anyway.

It was a dream to visit a replica of Thoreau’s cabin back in the early seventies. I don’t think it is much larger than the jail cell he was once put into. I wanted to spend the night in the local jail when I was in college but the City of Westerville wouldn’t allow it as they had not caught me doing anything illegal.

When I remember such things I wonder if any of these memories follow you to the ‘other side’? If they do, well; I’ll just have to move on down the road and accept they are going to follow along.

Richard assumes from reading the books in context, his concept of an afterlife is pretty much a naked one when it comes to heartansoulanmind.

What I really liked in book context was that the Dead no longer had their personal proper names they had on Earth. You could pick out your best friends, names would not be needed. Maybe you’d become friends with someone who had been an enemy on Earth. That would be funny to witness and a good learning lesson besides.

My sense of humor leans towards a person arriving a the pearly gates and her/his worst enemy is sent to greet the new arrival. Sheorhe may easily assume you are at the wrong gates and move on down the road.  Surprise. But, my books allow for Free Will, so the newly Dead could change herorhis mind, although many would probably think on it for a long while before actually doing so.

These elements are built into your fictions because that is how you unconsciously think orndorff. They are your books, the ones you would show to an Angel or G---D if you could. The books are representative of who you are. That was the set up then and that is the set up now. Would an Angel or G---D, if either exists, read the sense of humor? No one knows. No one knows who gets the last laugh either, that’s my sense of humor dropped in. – Amorella.