Mid-afternoon. You had a late lunch at Panera then stopped at Kroger’s on Mason-Montgomery Road on the way home. Earlier this morning you mowed the flat center front yard because of the varied grass length. Tim called and said he would do the rest, which he did and dropped a third of the price. You were happy that he said he would complete the work price drop or no, as it is very hot and the rest of the yard is hilly. Carol is setting up the new soaker hose for northeast facing front yard. While at Panera you saw one of your old colleagues, Donna G. who was tutoring a coming Mason senior on his writing skills. She still has your multitude of notes on British literature and logic and adapts them from time to time for her senior literature classes, which is fine with you. Yesterday you were working on reducing the words in Grandma Thirteen. If you have nothing to say, post. - Amorella
Evening.
You have completed the near final draft of Grandma’s Stories Thirteen. Add and
post. - Amorella
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Grandma’s Story 13 ©2016, GMG.2, rho
Lucrietia is married to Lord Montarran and her cousin Mary is wed to Sir
Jacob Graystone. Lord Nicholas Montarran is best friend of Lord Daniel
Graystone. The Montarran and Graystone families had remained very close through
the next two generations. The daughters-in-law and first cousins Lucrietia and
Mary were well established in old Oxfordshire when they married their childhood
sweethearts, Nicholas and Jacob.
Early
on, Lucrietia, Lady Stonebridge, and Mary, Lady Lakes, consider setting up a
romance between Lucrietia’s great-granddaughter, Allowyn and Mary’s grandson,
Sir Geoffrey.
Grandma
winks, Genetics works her own pace and the two friends don’t live to see the
outcomes. A wish may come by but reality usually has an unforeseen twist or
two. Here is the introduction to such a story in six short modernized letters between Sir
Geoffrey and Lady Allowyn.
...
Letter
One: Sir Geoffrey to Lord Robert.
Greetings,
Lord Robert,
We
have not got together for a while and need to do so.
You
and your attractive Allowyn shall have to come for the day and dinner. Perhaps
when you see this colt we have he will wet your own interest in horse breeding.
Let
us know when day and dinner would be convenient, whether you are interested in
the colt or not.
Your
assured friend,
Geoffrey
...
Letter
Two: Lady Allowyn (for Lord Robert) to Sir Geoffrey.
Dearest
Geoffrey,
Thank
you for thinking of Robert regarding your colt. Robert has gone into another
bout of melancholy, and I have taken over much of his correspondence. To that
end I dare say that a trip to Lakes to see the colt will do him some good.
We
will visit by midday on Thursday. We look forward to conversation, dining and
seeing this colt of yours.
Humbly
affectionate,
Allowyn
...
Letter
Three: Sir Geoffrey to Lady Allowyn.
Good
day, m’Lady Allowyn,
I am quite sorry to read about Robert. It is strange writing
you Allowyn. I cannot remember writing to any woman other than Jeannine and
Mother. I am looking forward to seeing Robert and yourself. This autumn has its
crispness. With Jeannine there are always things to do. Tell Robert to cheer
up. Jeannine and I look forward to your visit. Thursday will be a fine time for
the four of us to re-acquaint ourselves.
With anticipation,
Sir Geoffrey
...
Letter Four: Lady
Allowyn to Sir Geoffrey.
Kindest
Geoffrey,
Robert
seems to be more himself every day. I dare say it was our visit to Lakes. The
gardens were most delightful, and I understand how Jeannine dislikes leaving
them—even for a day.
I
am glad that you and Robert came to an agreement with regards to the colt. Margaret and Duncan were quite
surprised to see that such a fine animal was coming home with us.
There
is not a finer lady than Jeannine in the Midlands, I am sure.
With
much affection,
Allowyn
...
Letter
Five: Sir Geoffrey to Lady Allowyn.
My
Dear Lady Allowyn,
I am glad Robert is improving. You and he fell in love with
that colt almost immediately.
I shall inform Jeannine of your love for her gardens. She
will be well pleased. Jeannine loves her gardens as I do the woods and brook.
You
have the ability stir unanswerable wonders. May God his blessings be upon you
and yours until we meet again.
Most
admiringly,
Geoffrey
Letter Six: Lady Allowyn to Sir Geoffrey.
My
dearest Geoffrey,
I have had a fever as of late last night. I had only a warm
cup of tea before retiring and Robert kissed my brow as I fell into a deep
sleep.
I have Robert’s affection and kindness. I have our children
and the joy of their laughter ringing through the garden, their warm pudgy
hands clasped to my skirts. My mind is lively and quick - too much so I think.
With
worthy affection,
Allowyn
...
This
is Grandma. A with half a dozen letters between them a new mix between the
Living and the Dead – the bloodline continues from humanity’s Eve into the
Reader’s set of eyes. Merlyn’s mind fills with the raining of humanity from
below and above. What is thought cannot be unthought. Try stopping a thought or
a dream and see where it gets you.
Jeannette and Allowyn have been worldly sent
To be mothers, with or without consent.
We shall return for a time in one year or two,
When back
to Grandma’s story I will welcome you.
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