Late
morning. You and Carol talked to Kim a few minutes ago. They are going to lunch
with friends and are having their pork and sauerkraut for supper. Carol has the
pork cooking also for later today; presently she is using the basement treadmill
while watching the news. Jadah is in her travel box toasting up as the heat is
on. It is another pretty winter scene out the front windows, especially with a
male cardinal sitting on the honeysuckle branch. Colorful finches and
woodpeckers are also about. - Amorella
I
need to take a look at the Bird Book. I forget the names but I do enjoy their
colors and flittering about. They are taking to the suet more than seed, except
for sunflower seed, a particular favorite among our local fowl.
I
am reminded of the new Lincoln film as I imagine the coming and goings
in the Capitol yesterday and today. Compromise may be on the horizon at least
for a short time. It would be a kindness for the People.
You
hesitated, boy, and almost de-capitalized "People". - Amorella
It's
strange, I couldn't bring myself to use the common letter, I am not sure why.
It didn't seem morally right in this instance but I cannot justify it. Citizens
would be a more proper word in context, but somehow that seems limiting too. This
is odd, because in context citizens is not limiting.
From the mind it is not limiting but from
the heart it is. Your soul is making judgment here. - Amorella
This
is embarrassingly intimate.
All the more so, boy; because you are caught
in the delicate act of consideration. - Amorella
People
capitalized, an existential act?
It is when published. - Amorella
It
seems so minor, a thought alone.
Another reason why I am here, boy. Seemingly
such a minor judgment yet that old soul of yours is actively involved. -
Amorella
The closing intimacy is beyond delicate. I am never so naked. How very, very unorthodox of
me.
Do
you deny your humanity?- Amorella
No. One cannot deny what one is.
Post.
- Amorella
What a way to begin the year.
Great
afterthought, boy. Memorable. - Amorella
Not
to me, it isn't.
About
bedtime, boy, and you began and completed Brothers - 8. - Amorella
I
am surprised. I didn't know what to day after this morning post. I sat around
thinking about why 'People' needs a capital. I don't know if Washington is
going to get anything done or not. Anyway, I had a blank page and just began
writing after looking over Brothers-8 in the Braided Dreams book. It was
about the cemetery and I decided to check Google Earth again and found that I
could actually go through part of Otterbein Cemetery in Westerville in a street
view. Anyway, the words just continued and I had a start to finish in one
sitting. (2250)
Add
and post. - Amorella
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Brothers - 8 draft 1, © 2013,rho
Richard
sat in his study viewing an updated Google Earth photo of John Knox Cemetery. I
wonder how the recent Dead view leaving the place crossed his mind in a similar
fashion to the cemetery roads crossing north to south and east to west. Surprisingly,
Richard discovered he could drag the gold icon to street level and view his old
house from the cemetery's perspective. Google drove through the cemetery from
South Grove Avenue back to the mausoleum and around the cemetery roads. I was
looking down from three thousand feet and with a click and short wrist movement
I was at ground level. Who would have thought?
"What's
up, bro?"
"Robby,
I didn't hear you come in. Look at this, Google drove one of their camera
trucks through the cemetery."
He
paused, took a look then sat down in the chair next to the window. "Here's
a Twilight Zone story for you, someone goes on Google Earth to check out Knox
Street and with the slip of a hand finds himself in the cemetery next door
glancing at his own dated headstone."
"I
was thinking about someone dying and his last glance at Earth would be from
three thousand feet, then from space and the Moon and Earth and all would just
fade away."
"You
mean for the book?"
"Not
necessarily. Just a thought." Richard chuckled, "Then when I saw the
street level shot it dawned on me that the Dead might not ever leave."
"We've
both thought, for a long time, that in real life you wake up alive and when you
die, you're dead."
"I
know, but how would it be? Remember the regulars in the bridge group that are
buried across the street all had someone drop a deck of cards in their casket
or next to their urn in case anyone wanted to play cards. Everyone knew it was
a joke but as each one of the group died the cards were buried with them by a
kind relative."
"Sentimentality
is good, even a little healthy for the living from time to time, but the dead
are beyond such things," replied Robert. "I came over to see if you
wanted to go to the Village Bookstore over on Granville Road."
"The
old church. Anytime. Let me shut this down."
A
few minutes later Connie and Cyndi were sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee
and sharing a green and white can of Healthy Mixed Nuts. "Nice to have the
house to ourselves."
"I
am worried about Robert. He always has to be doing something or going
somewhere. I wish he would just sit around and relax more, like Richie."
"Richie
doesn't do enough, Connie. He would rather sit in his history and literature
books than much of anything else. They both have been spending time in the
cemetery and mausoleum. What is that all about?"
"Genealogy.
Aunt Floy got them started, she spent most of her life working on the family
tree; when we married in, and she began working on ours. She thought us Bleacher's
and Greystone's might have been connected by in the times of the Tudor's."
"I
didn't know she had gone back that far. That was so long ago."
"Aunt
Floy had some evidence that the Bleacher's and Greystone's had adjoining
properties between Oxford and Stratford in Oxfordshire or bordering
Warwickshire counties in England," said Cyndi.
"Why
doesn't Robert ever talk about that? He likes history."
"I
don't know. Richie doesn't talk about it much to me either, but he has her
genealogical records out on his desk from time to time. When I ask him about
it, he says that he's really interested in the old royal lines that connect the
kings of France and England to the city of Jerusalem during the Holy Crusades.
Richie is always interested in European history, fit in with his British and
European literature classes."
Connie
spoke up, "I don't really care about all that. Let the Dead be dead."
Probably
the reason, thought Cyndi as she took a sip of coffee, why Robert never talks
about it. I wonder though what evidence Aunt Floy found that shows our families
had adjoining properties in that part of England? If they actually did, I
wonder how that information was lost over the years? That was a long time ago
but I think the Bleacher's go back six or seven generations. I know the
Greystone's go back to the Middle Ages. That would be really funny if our families
were friends that far back. I wonder what the odds are for that, that families
are connected one way or another for hundreds of years?
777
words
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