Notes - new wtg. concept / Mr. Press Reynolds

         Coming on mid-afternoon. You are down at the Little Miami River and have just finished a Subway lunch with coupon. Carol is on page 293 of Invisible and as you ate the last oatmeal raisin cookie you thought to ask the Marsupials how they take care of violence, particularly using weaponry such as in the most recent school shootings in South Florida. - Amorella

         1418 hours. This never comes up in the original Merlyn books or even the revised first volume. I could ask one of the characters. Friendly would be the only one.

         You are thinking along the lines of a series of conversations with Friendly. - Amorella

         1423 hours. I am. I could pretend to be an Earth spokesman but I would have to have a partner and so would she to counter and discuss from their own perspective.

         Somewhat like the movie with the Octopi -like species who lived in a watery world. - Amorella

         1427 hours. Yes. Except in this case I 'know' the Marsupials up to a point.

         Keep your present 'rewritings' on hold as you have now for a  couple of years. Return to the first published trilogy for references. Use two characters from each. Assume this is after the three books were completed. A secret dialogue has to take place aboard Ship. You also need a committee of five earthlings who are observers, people who are looking out for earths' human interests. - Amorella

         1436 hours. I don't know. Five observers don't seem like enough.

         What number would be reasonable? - Amorella

         1438 hours. The focus would be on how earth is presently and how we might move on with Marsupial humanoid guidance.  . . . I am getting too pumped up at this new concept.

         Tonight Kim, Paul and the boys will be here late. Tomorrow the four are going to the National Underground Railroad Freedom Center downtown before Kim and Paul help tackle the work in the basement. You can tell Owen and Brennan about how you met a man born a slave who lived on Walnut Street across from Otterbein Cemetery back when you were five (1947). Dig up that information to better tell the story. - Amorella

         1448 hours. Yes. I need to do that. Thank you for reminding me.

         Carol is on page 372 of Invisible. Take a break. - Amorella

         You are home. Carol is shredding old papers from her office. You put out more food for the birds before the rains start in earnest. You also gathered blog information on Mr. Press Reynolds here: - Amorella

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This was in the 19 August 2009 posting: 

“. . . Richard shook hands with a neighbor of his grandparents, a Mr. Press Reynolds, who also lived on West Walnut Street in Westerville, Ohio, three doors down from his grandparents. The story is that when Mr. Reynolds was a boy on the plantation he operated a tobacco press, thus he took it for his first name. Supposedly it was a Reynolds’ plantation so he took Reynolds as his last name. Richard, with his grandfather standing next to him, remembers Mr. Reynolds as a kindly old fellow with a workingman’s hands. What does it mean to have shaken hands with a man who had been born and early raised as a slave orndorff?

It was an important event in my life at the time. I was five, if I remember correctly. Too be honest, I don’t remember my thoughts at the meeting other than my grandfather and I were standing on an old side porch and Mr. Reynolds was standing on the porch with the screen door open. The house paint of the small one story house was blue I think. Almost directly across from the house stood, and still stands, the war memorial in the Otterbein College cemetery. Mr. Reynolds was like one of those granite stones that lined north to south across that cemetery. As I grew up I learned more about slavery as a matter of course. I mainly remember the event because I thought that here was a man who had witnessed the Civil War. That the war had not been that long a time before, since I could shake his hand in the present, which would have been 1947.

I had shaken hands with history. At five I had not thought much about that before, but I had an early understanding of it, because of the cemetery where as a child I toyed with my imagination while walking, running, or sitting among those stones. I understood the last names of some of those people on the stones because I had already met some of their living children or grandchildren. The concept of generations was something inherently important to me, and still is. The human generations is something I want to remember when I am dead and partially buried in that same cemetery. That is, if one consciously survives death. I think it is entirely possible because the human spirit and mind are very powerful and if anything can survive death they just might. If there is nothing after death, that’s all right too. Whatever is the natural inclination of the spirit and mind has something to do with it. Perhaps we inwardly fear death enough that we just survive it. That would be funny. If G---D exists, I feel SheanHe has a sense of humor. The universe is full of little jokes, at least to me it is. 

Strangely enough, I awoke in the middle of the night [the 19^th] with a flash of memory of old Mr. Reynolds’ face. He had brightness within his tired eyes, short gray curly hair, and a warm, kind smile for a little one like me. “

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         1600 hours. I don't know if I should edit this or not, or just copy it off and give a copy to both Owen and Brennan.

                                                                                           

         Let's edit it for the boys to read, run it off, a copy for each. Sign and date. - Post. - Amorella

         1603 hours. It is strange to have this in three different posts.

         It is important information to pass on. Who cares how many times you have repeated yourself over the years. - Amorella