The sweet remembered ghosts of the past

First, a lively tale of a senior lady who did in no way lead a boring life when young. Next, a book by Jim Webster of the tales of Benor Dorffingil. A good review follows it.

Tallis Steelyard

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Sometimes I feel the need to be discreet lest my tales cause embarrassment or disillusionment to those who remain. In this case my discretion is based on a justified suspicion that if she thinks I’m taking notes, the stories that she tells will be even more scandalous.

If you are lucky you will doubtless know ladies like Maljie. Of indeterminate age, but unlikely to see sixty again. Indeed, given the quoted ages of their daughters and grandchildren, they were obviously child brides.

Maljie is one of those ladies whom I meet at the various soirees and entertainments I am asked to organise here in Port Naain. Sometimes she is present at one where I merely turn up to perform. She is rarely a friend of the hostess, instead she is a friend of the mother of the hostess and has been invited at mother’s insistence so that she does at…

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Valparaiso Open Air Art II~

Cindy Knoke’s lovely photos of the stunning art of Valparaiso, Chile.

The city of Valparaiso Chile is full of over a thousand large scale open air art murals, some like the one above, cover the walls of multi-story buildings.

The first murals were painted by art students from a local university in the 1960’s and 70’s, in an area of the city called Cerro Bellavista.

This area is now a landmark named El Museo a Cielo Abierto (The Open Air Museum).

Valparaiso in entirety was designated a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 2003.

Walking in this city wide open air art museum, one is struck not only by the talent of the amazing artists,

but also by their appreciation of the beauty,

joy, and humor of life.

To this day, artists are continuing to add their talented contributions to this remarkable city.

Valparaiso is a magnet attracting artists of all kinds. Their artistry makes visiting here a pure joy.

Cheers to…

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His name was Delbert…

Kawanee remembers her father.

Losing my dad was the worst thing that happened to me, it was my first real loss. It hurt but that’s not why I’m here today, talking about it. I don’t want to dwell on that, what I want to do is honor my dad by introducing you to him and sharing some of his weirdness which I inherited in spades.

*** Warning this could get long….

His name was Delbert Leon H*** AKA Dr. Daddy. His name was Trebled Noel reversed which I know because he could read and write upside down and backward. (weirdness alert) He was left-handed and the smartest man I knew until I met hubby and it became a toss-up. He could build beautiful things out of wood and could sing. He loved animals, reading, drawing, science, and had a great sense of humor. He could take apart a volkswagon engine, fix it and put…

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What Have We Done?

Photo property of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Here we are again and this week we’re gathered beside a swimming pool. We’ve come together to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneer’s group. Our hostess for the gathering is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for each of us this week and every week is to write a story with no more than 100 words, not counting the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and be inspired by the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by Rochelle herself. Thanks, Rochelle. To read the other stories by group members, just click on the link given below, then on the smiling blue frog. Next, follow the given directions. The link for this week’s stories is as follows:

17 May 2019

Genre: Nature Conservation & Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

What Have We Done? by P.S, Joshi

Marie remembered the lake, dammed from a stream, where she grew up. Their drinking water filtered through the sand to the pump. No motor boats were allowed.

She also remembered the lake where relatives lived. Gasoline from boat motors floated on the surface where they swam. It stank.

She remembered when part of Lake Erie caught on fire. These were the same waters where the Indians once portaged their canoes, camped, and lived in villages.

What had we done? What would those Indians think if they came back? How could we justify this appalling contamination of God’s gift to us?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Brother Love 3 — A Hymn

Part 3 and the mystery deepens.

Teagan's Books

Saturday, May 11, 2019

Brother Love promo imageBrother Love composite by Teagan R. Geneviene

Welcome back to the crossroads everyone!   

 I should probably begin with a disclaimer.  This story is not about religion, nor is it a social commentary — that’s just part of the setting.  I also want you to understand that I approach this aspect of the story carefully.  While the story includes ways that I knew well and was involved in as a child, as an adult I acquired my own unique spirituality. 

That said, last time in A Shadow, now you learned some of the backstory for the Doug Armstrong character.  Today I wanted to tell you how his character came to be. 

You already know that Dan Antion provides photos to inspire me and illustrate this story —  and that he gives me two of the “three things” that drive each episode of this…

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