Bailey’s Eyes

Inspired by Fandango’s Story Starter #264

They had been together for twenty-five years when…Fletcher Ware who was eating lunch with his friends at work in the staff break room with Gary and Amy and Ed when realized that he didn’t know what color his wife’s eyes were.

Without having to check for confirmation,  Fletcher knew that Amy from accounting had blue eyes, that Gary from IT had brown eyes and that Ed Farmer had a glass eye that almost matched his green eye perfectly but not quite.

That aside, Fletcher was a little horrified when he thought and thought about it and he could not remember what color Bailey’s eyes were. A husband should know what color his wife of twenty five  years had.

A cold bead of sweat ran down the side of his face.

He remembered to swallow his noodles and he remembered to smile at the joke Gary had just finished telling, but at that exact moment, Fletcher was in a panic.

Fletcher made himself calm down. Was it dementia? Alzheimer’s?  Was he having a stroke?

What color were Bailey’s eyes!

Okay. Amy and Ed were flirting and Gary was talking about his kid’s soccer game. Fletcher reached over to his phone and casually flipped through the screens until he came to his photo album.

He looked over at the next table and there was Tracy from sales talking to Marie from the warehouse.

He tried to slow his breathing.

He found the pictures he and Bailey took at the fairgrounds last weekend. In one  she was biting into a caramel apple and the man next to her was biting on the other side of the apple- he pulled his phone over and held it up.

Who in the Hell was that guy?

Fletcher  hit the flip icon on his camera and a face filled the screen.

He just didn’t know whose face it was filling up the screen but Fletcher wondered if that guy knew what color Bailey’s eyes were.

 

 

Mr Murderbritches The Second

Simply 6 Minutes: FIELD TRIP

Here in Washington state (Kirkland ) the police were called when a resident heard banging coming from inside their home.

Scary stuff right? Do you know how many home invasion movies are streaming Netflix and other platforms. Yes. THAT many.

So it looks like we have a home invader,  drones were involved and restraints ready to be engaged.

They should have called a Priest too, because this is what the Police saw standing at the top of the stairs when they entered the home:

The report said that they believe the Bobcat followed the homeowner’s cat in through and upstairs window. I also read that Officers corraled the Bobcat ( affectionately known here as Mr. Murder Britches the 2nd ) sedated him and then released him.

The cat was found safe, but that he wanted to go back into his house after almost becoming a snack was pretty awesome. My cats would have been less forgiving.

The capture and release of Mr. Murderbritches the 2nd went smoothy unlike the release of Mr Murderbritches in Utah who tried to flay his rescuers from the inside of his cage and was so intent on drawing blood that he almost didn’t want to run off:

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Hanging Out With William Winter

Word Of The Day Challenge:  Hang Out

Did you know that in Georgian,  England when a condemned prisoner was sentenced to be executed his ( or her ) body was could be hung out to rot in a gibbet as a warning to other people that they needed to re-think breaking laws.

Were you also aware that the condemned prisoner was alive when the gibbet was especially  designed for them?

Gibbets weren’t re-purposed due to the fact that bodies were left in them to rot, and that the life expectancy on ‘death row’ was a a matter of weeks and not years the way it is now. So there wasn’t exactly a stash of these devices on hand. Plus, for them to be effective they really did need to be custom fitted.

For example, in one case a gibbet was used as a coffin with a few bones still inside of it. It not like it was reusable and it was probably require cleaning  so someone just dug a hold and shoved it in. Executed prisoners were denied burials in churchyards and most of them ended up buried ( gibbet or nooses ) in prison yards.

One thing I learned was that creating a Gibbet wasn’t an exact science.  Sometimes the measurements were off because the jobs were rushed and the person who’s remains would be housed in the Gibbet weren’t in the mood to stand still for their final fitting. It must have been horrific to stand there to be fitted for a cage  that would be hung from a post where nature would treat your remains with all the brutality it usually works on a corpse in private.

Gibbeting was a post mortem punishment, and I’m pretty sure the thought of what would happen to their remains after they were executed and what they would look like and how they would be viewed and treated was the stuff of nightmares- and I’m sure that was the idea.

The gibbet in which Marie-Josephte Corriveau was exhibited after her execution, the “cage” of La Corriveau

William Winter and two of his female accomplices ( sisters-Jane and Eleanor Clark ) murdered an elderly shopkeeper who they believed had money hidden in her home. They slashed her throat and then they robbed her.

All three were caught and sentenced to hang.

The sisters remains were given over local physicians for anatomical dissection because women’s bodies were in high demand for dissection.

It must have been horrifying to hear that not only were you going to be hung, but your body would be dissected by medical students and once the classes were over, the hacked-up pieces were swept up like trash. Archaeological digs show that the eventual burials at medical schools often involved non-matching combinations of limbs and torsos from completely different people thrown together into cheap, communal boxes.

Winter may have been executed, but his punishment was intended to go on after his death.

I have read that Winter’s body was never meant to be buried. Instead, it was left there as a festering warning to travelers and would-be criminals. I can’t see that warning  working- after all people used to take picnics to executions  At any rate, Winter’s corpse hung on the moors for several years until his clothes and flesh completely rotted away.  As his skeleton began to fall apart, the story goes  locals gathered the bones, packed them into a tarred sack, and hung them right back up on the hook

I think if anything, the sight of Winter’s rotting corpse probably kept strangers from stopping in  on Elsdon at all.  Which may have been the idea.

( Below ) Winter’s Gibbet is a 19th century replica of the gallows from which William Winter was hung for the murder of Margaret Crozier in 1791. It is located about 2 miles south-east of Elsdon in Northumberland by Steng Cross. Winter’s rotting corpse hung here for many years close to the location of the murder. Steng Cross here, was a medieval roadside cross, at the highest point on the old drover’s road from Elsdon. Just along the road was the old smithy where the cattle were shod for their long journey to the market. The gibbet and surviving base of the medieval cross are Grade II listed on the National Heritage List for England.

In 1791 there lived here an old woman named Margaret Crozier, who kept a small shop for the of drapery and other goods. Believing her to be rich, one William Winter, a desperate character, but recently returned from transportation, at the instigation, and with the assistance of two female faws (vendors of crockery and tinwork) named Jane and Eleanor Clark, who in their wanderings had experienced the kindness of Margaret Crozier, broke into the lonely Pele on the night of 29th August 1791, and cruelly murdered the poor old woman, loading the ass they had brought with her goods. The day before they had rested and dined in a sheep fold on Whisker-shield Common, which overlooked the Raw, and it was from a description given of them by a shepherd boy, who had seen them and taken particular notice of the number and character of the nails in Winter’s shoes, and also the peculiar gully, or butcher’s knife with which he divided the food that brought them to justice.

The road where William Winter is said to be haunted by his ghost. But if you ask me, if the ghost of William Winter ever clapped his eyes on his rotting corpse that stretch of road is the last place he would haunt.

Rock Me Amadeus!

For this week’s Thursday Inspiration prompt, Jim Adams has given us the word “away,” and suggests we write about a song written in a foreign language and then became a hit in English.

 

One of my favorite songs- sung by one of the hottest looking men from the 8o’s music scene was Austrian artist Falco (Johann Hölzel)

” Rock Me Amadeus ” was released in German and became a hit in German. It was also released in English but it lost a little something in the translation, so I  still prefer to listen to it in German. I had friends who were from Germany so I knew what the song was about and I left it at that.

Falco was a complicated person, but he had a great voice and I loved his music. He died in a car crash in 1998

 

Rock me Amadeus Rock me Amadeus
Rock me rock me rock meAmadeusRock me all the time to the top 

 

Er war ein Punker

Und er lebte in der großen Stadt

Es war Wien, war Vienna

Wo er alles tat

Er hatte Schulden denn er trank

Doch ihn liebten alle Frauen

Und jede rief:

Come on and rock me Amadeus

 

Er war Superstar

Er war populär

Er war so exaltiert

because er hatte Flair

Er war ein Virtuose

War ein Rockidol

Und alles rief:

Come on and rock me Amadeus

 

Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus

Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus

Amadeus Amadeus,

oh oh oh Amadeus

 

Come on and rock me Amadeus

Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus

Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus

Amadeus Amadeus,

oh oh oh Amadeus

 

Es war um 1780

Und es war in Wien

No plastic money anymore

Die Banken gegen ihn

Woher die Schulden kamen

War wohl jedermann bekannt

Er war ein Mann der Frauen

Frauen liebten seinen Punk

 

Er war Superstar

Er war populär

Er war so exaltiert

Genau das war sein Flair

Er war ein Virtuose

War ein Rockidol

Und alles ruft noch heute:

Come on and rock me Amadeus

 

Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus

Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus

Amadeus Amadeus,

oh oh oh Amadeus

Come and rock me Amadeus….

Rock me rock me rock meAmadeusRock me all the time to the top 

 

He was a punk

And he lived in the big city

It was Vienna, was Vienna

Where he did everything

He was in debt because he drank

But he was loved by all women

And each one shouted:

Come on and rock me Amadeus

 

He was a superstar

He was popular

He was so effusive

Because he had flair

He was a virtuoso

Was a rock idol

And everyone shouted:

Come on and rock me Amadeus

 

Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus

Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus

Amadeus Amadeus,

oh oh oh Amadeus

 

Come on and rock me Amadeus

Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus

Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus

Amadeus Amadeus,

oh oh oh Amadeus

 

It was around 1780

And it was in Vienna

No plastic money anymore

The banks against him

Where the debts came from

Was known by every one

He was a man of women

Women loved his punk

 

He was a superstar

He was popular

He was so effusive

Just this was his flair

He was a virtuoso

Was a rock idol

And even nowadays everyone shouts:

Come on and rock me Amadeus

 

Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus

Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus

Amadeus Amadeus,

oh oh oh Amadeus

Come and rock me Amadeus….

The only German-language song to ever hit #1 on the US Billboard Hot 100 chart is “Rock Me Amadeus” by the Austrian artist Falco (Johann Hölzel)

While it is commonly categorized under the broader umbrella of 1980s pop, rap, and new wave, its prominent rock guitars and stylized theme—reimagining classical composer Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart as a modern-day rock star—helped it achieve cross-genre success. It reached the top spot on March 29, 1986. 

Photo taken by de:Benutzer:Priwo, Public Domain