Tonight after a rainy day while watching a marathon of television
shows and finishing up with Papa John’s pizza for supper you have been working
on revamping Grandma Five. You have about a hundred or so words to go because
of a couple of wholesale deletions. You feel Grandma is being too didactic in
her story that people don’t need to hear another lecture from Mother Nature.
Besides, to you, Grandma doesn’t need to speak with words when most can feel
and see her actions every day. – Amorella
2121 hours. I was being too didactic. Adults know enough already.
Originally I thought this story was an attempt to re-enforce the earlier story
about the fellow who disappeared, or who seems to have disappeared. I cannot
help but to think of Chaucer’s rhetoric in his Prologue to the Canterbury
Tales here.
Your mind has shifted to when you were
eleven and twelve and thought for a time that you would like to write hymns
because you liked listening to the hymns sung and played in the First
Presbyterian Church at the corner of Knox and West College in uptown
Westerville. – Amorella
2136 hours. That was before I felt forced to lie in front of
congregation while joining the church. Once in a while I still enjoy listening
to hymns, at least those popular among those who listen to the roots of Blue
Grass music. I remember Grandma Orndorff’s favorite was “The Old Rugged Cross”.
I never knew that until it was sung at her funeral. She never went to church
that I knew of, never spoke about it. I don’t have a favorite hymn other than
the one written by the once captain of a slave ship who gave it up and became
an Anglican minister, “Amazing Grace”.
That’s odd coming from an agnostic, isn’t
it? – Amorella
All human beings live with their contradictions. To be honest one
has no choice but to accept this as a fact of life. I cannot deny what is shown
to me to be real. I need to think about this and find a way to apply it to
Grandma 5. There is more to Grandma’s story than I am reporting.
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