Midmorning. Cold and crisp with a dollop of
blue November sky.
This
reminds me of the morning light in Florence when we visited two or three years
ago. Florence is city of stately class if you ask me with the natural art of
river, city and sky standing there right before the memory from my eyes. . . .
1121 hours. I must have fallen asleep for another two hours. Carol is on the
phone with Linda and I am still sitting in the chair up in the bedroom.
Mid-afternoon. You are at the Carl Rahe Park
next to the Little Miami surrounded by huge sycamore trees that are not so
distinguishable with leaves in the surrounding.. . . You took a photo with your
iPhone and are hoping it will be a good example of how it is this afternoon.
Let's get started with Brothers-6. - Amorella
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are almost 2700 words in the original.
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The Brothers - 6
The
brothers walked to the hillside that dropped to the bottoms and river at a
fifty-degree angle, looked down into childhood memories and then back towards
the mausoleum. "Let's go in," said Robert.
Richard glanced to the right, the
corridor closest to the entrance, which is at the north and saw the three
pieces of stain glass at the west wall. “Look at the crypts,” he said, “lots of
marble
Robert
said, “I think our relatives are interred in this next section. Second shelf
up. The last four.”
Both
walked to where they could see the names. “James and Mabel are on mother’s
side, and Ron and Beatrice and David and Jessie are on father’s side. I wonder
why they are all buried together on this shelf.”
“I
guess they were good friends,” replied Richard while thinking, the mystery is
why would they be good friends. I didn’t know they even got along. Ron and
Beatrice were dead before we were born, but I remember the others well enough.
I don’t remember coming to the funerals though. They turned toward the center
of the building.
“The
mausoleum was built in the twenties for friends and relatives I would
imagine," suggested Robert.
“True
enough.” Richard glancing over to
the large centerpiece, “look at the angel with the emerald wings, just above
her right hand is an orange Star of David. I wonder why she is tinted green, as
are her robes. And look at the dark sky behind her. It is like she flew through
a storm to talk to the child at her feet.”
“Interesting,”
said Robert matter-of-factly. “Is the kid in the glass Jesus or Moses?”
“I
don’t know.” Richard moved back to get a better focus. “The kid is wearing a
red robe but he is looking at her open left hand. Above her wingtips, on
another plate, is the orange double eagle in a green background. A larger copy
of the two side pieces’ double eagles.”
Robert
glanced at the opposing long east chamber and at the marble wall of the hallway
between the four chambers. “The light from the east chamber was still shining
in like we are in a movie, he thought, only the sunlight is natural.
“I
like that naked bulb hanging from the ceiling in the center here,” said
Richard. “A nice piece of copper hanging above it but the outer bulb is
missing.” With Robert on his left, he turned to peer into the other west
chamber at the south section of the mausoleum. “This chamber is a lot shorter.
I had forgotten that.” He glanced up and quickly counted, “It has twenty crypts
on each side.”
Robert
noted, "I like the marble design of the chamber as a whole. It is
interesting.”
“And
from out here in the hall,” noted Richard, “the colors that are most striking.”
“Why
don’t you get a key made instead of the loner from the city,” suggested Robert.
“And we could come back anytime.”
Robert
stepped back too, “With decorative markings above that. The rest are typical
stained glass features. You see more purples at a distance. It is all rather
somber.”
“Hey,
don't forget where are we Rob?”
Both
chuckled, but the comment used to be funnier when they each had fewer of them.
They turned and walked away from the south stained glass and the five stacked
marble crypts on both sides. Then they walked passed the dark walnut podium
with the black cross carved in its center and up the marble hall past the two
north chambers and out the creaking brass door that had to be pulled to shut
tightly for locking, and which Richard diligently locked.
Richard
was surprised but neither really looked closely down the southeast crypt
chamber where all the sunlight was pouring in. That was the one that looked
eerie from a distance, he thought, and maybe it was too bright to look into
comfortably, but we didn’t. It is hard to believe there were be too much light
in a mausoleum, but this morning there was. We probably missed something.
When
they walked to Walnut Street Robert said, “I’m going home.”
“I’ll
head on up Grove to the house,” said Richard. “I like walking in the shade of
these old trees and through campus.” The twins walked their separate ways,
Richard to the east and Robert north. Their heartsansoulsanminds though settled
close together in the deep of what life is.
743 words
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1621
hours. Now I am wondering what we missed, or rather what I missed in the
mausoleum that day I wandered about inside and wrote the descriptive notes.
You missed how empty the place was boy. The
next section is 'Grandma's Story'. Post. - Amorella
Surely
this next section will not be so easily completed.
You'll have to wait and see. - Amorella
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