Early afternoon. You are at the south lot of
Macy’s at Kenwood Towne Centre waiting for Carol. This morning you read the
Sunday paper, had a nap, did your forty minutes of exercises and had lunch at
Piada Italian Street Food before Macy’s. – Amorella
1402
hours. Wow. Macy’s WiFi is working strongly today, a real surprise, it usually
is so slow that it is not worth waiting for. Time to check my email. Spoke too
soon. It is as slow if not slower than ever. It showed up strong on the
computer. The parking lot is still filling up with cars but it is getting
there.
1410
hours. I don’t have anything else in mind.
Let’s work on Grandma Eleven. – Amorella
1750
hours. This is close to a near final.
It is close enough to a near final for
Grandma Eleven, GMG.2. Add and post. – Amorella
***
Grandma’s Story Eleven ©2015 rho
Reality
is sloppier and hits you like a brick wall. Saint, sinner or indifferent,
doesn’t make any difference, says Grandma. There’s a Hole in Reality where a Whole
should be according to human beings who make it their unconscious intent to
correct this flaw.
Lord
Lakes, In case you have forgotten the genealogy this side of the ancient family
of Lord Thomas and Lady Hilda from the Scottish Isle of Arran to the twin Judah
and his wife Anne. Judah’s grandparents were Lord Renaldo and Lady Criteria.
These
two family stories take place in 1349.
Nineteen years earlier, young King Edward III took control of England
and seven years later the Hundred Years War began.
Lord Mark Thomas Lakes is now 57 and Lady Moira 49.
Their only son, James Robert Greyston is 24 and his lady to be is Greer
Gregory, age18, they will be married within the year. Robert and Greer are
staring out the window of the cottage on the estate watching the snow pile on
the branches of surrounding trees.
Clasping Robert’s large hand, Greer murmurs, “I could
stay here forever.”
“If we contract the Plague, it will certainly be the
case,” notes Robert. “It is a terrible death.”
“Why would God cause a scourge here, in England?”
Robert
responds bitterly, “You expected it to stay in France?” He is silently positive
– one day the Clergy will reason this horrific plague away.
“We are safe, dear Robert, at least for now,” says
Greer in earnest. “People from London come by our estates for food and shelter.
It is unchristian to turn them down but the winds blows the ill air to the east
and south. We are safer here than anywhere else.” She turned and bent slightly
to kiss his ear. “I love you, Robert. One day soon as you suggest, we may not wake
up, but find ourselves in a better place.”
“I love you too,” whispers Robert. “May God grant our
survival so that our may our parents not live to see us die first.”
Lord James Robert and his wife Lady Greer have son
Daniel, who carries on this family to the healthy age of fifty-five. On one
otherwise fine summer day, Daniel is trampled to death by a horse. His mother
and father survive another four years.
Grandma
sits soberly near a cathedral and comments to no one in particular, ‘A
percentage of fine children die before their fine parents.”
...
Lord
Stonebridge’s ancestor, who we also visit in this story, was Judah’s twin, the
older Jacob. Jacob was the grandson of Lord Renaldo and Lady Criteria, who had
married Ruth.
In
Oxfordshire, Lord Richard Montarran sits by the window watching the snowfall.
With him in the great room is Lady Sibilla his wife and Richard’s mother Lady Diana.
The only living son, John who is out stalking deer with a friend.
“Such
snow,” said Lady Diana. “There is an insufferable chill sitting by that window
Richard, you’ll catch your death.”
“I
like the cold,” he muttered. “I would just as soon be out hunting with John.”
“He’ll
have to learn better with that bow of his.”
Grandmother,
Lady Diana laughs, “John isn’t very good is he?”
“No,
he isn’t. His arms are not developed enough to pull back a string,” replies Lady
Sibilla.
“He
will get it down. The boy is a still a young fifteen,” comments Lord Richard.
His
mother, Lady Diana squints in the glare and her eyes watered slightly. Outside
the window not more than ten feet away stands her husband smiling at her as he
always does upon a greeting from London.
‘David,’
she thought. ‘Is that you David?’
The
apparition’s lips do not move, but the vision raises its right hand and waves
once.
“David,”
she says aloud.
Son
Richard responds, “Mother, are you chilling. Stay back from the window and come
over to the fire.”
“I
am fine Sibilla,” replies Lady Diana. Is it a ghost, she asked herself, I have
heard stories but I have never seen anything such as this. There is such a
glare. He looks at me as he did in life, calm, deliberate, and wonderfully warm.
She cocks her head slightly to the left to see nothing. Silent words raise – he
looked real. I should have greeted him. I did not even wave. Richard would
think I me silly.
A
sudden empty feeling hits. Diana sits fearfully. ‘The plague; I saw Death on
the window and thought it my husband.’ She then excuses herself to rest.
The
apparition stands on the snow. This woman standing behind the glass appears to
be my Lady Diana. How now, and why?
Grandma
grins and says,
“In times of Grandma’s
invisible reach
The mind soaks solid old
Nature’s breach.”
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