Nan

I’ve really enjoyed taking part in Pensitivity101  ” Share Your World ” prompts because they’ve served as happy memory joggers- here are my responses to October 2nd’s Share Your World

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1.  When you were a child, did you have your friends round for tea even if it wasn’t your birthday? Were you invited to stay to tea at a friend’s house?

I used to take tea  alone with my Nan  on Thursdays  starting when I was five years old.

I got to wear a nice dress and  my parents sent me along with some petit fours or little sandwiches to take with our tea. I think they were cucumber sandwhiches. My dad made them for us and the Petit Fours came from our trips to Victoria ( at that time there were french bakeries on every street  and boy were those pastries DELICIOUS )

My Nan had this rule. I had to carry on a conversation like ‘a young lady’ and I had to have the manners of a ‘ young lady’ too.

That might sound like a tall order for someone who had just started kindergarten, but I got to choose the topic- which usually involved my love of dogs, ghosts, and if there was really a body buried in her basement.

The manners part was actually easy because my Nan and Great Aunt were patient teachers so I had those down pat.

The plus to the conversation part was that  Nan  didn’t care how far afield my topics went as long as I sat up straight, spoke clearly and seriously and didn’t chew with my mouth open like ‘an untrained beast’.

When I think about it, those teas were great schooling for a kid who was determined to be a writer before she could read- and to take myself seriously.

2.  What was your first job in adult life?

I managed a warehouse where most of the staff were my parent’s age and I was the only woman on staff. That set me on a path where I went into what were then considered ‘non-traditional’ fields and I became a musician too.

3.  Do you enjoy shopping (food, clothes, gifts etc)

Not anymore.  I hate “stuff”. I give out gift cards because I am one of those people that buys presents that suck.

4.  What was the best bargain you ever got?

I bought a used purse from the Goodwill for  two dollars and I found a ten dollar bill stuck in the lining. The next Summer I sold it my Mom’s yard sale for three dollars.

That’s the best deal I ever got.

Ask Theodore

RDP Tuesday: Theodore, where’s Chippy?

 

Theodore, where’s Chippy?

Did the big black dog from the cemetery next door spirit him away

when the fog rolled up from Woodbine River late last night?

 

Did Chippy snap? Did he bite,  did he claw

when the Big Black Dog from the cemetery next door

carried him off in his jaws?

 

Theodore, did you try to stop the Black Cemetery Dog

did you warn him away, did you howl did you growl?

Did you do anything at all to save Chippy,  when the Devil Dog camd to call?

 

Answer me this

do I need to sleep with one eye open

when you are around?

 

Because I’m starting to believe

the Black Cemetery Dog who carries off it’s pray doesn’t  live next door-

does he Theodore?

 

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From Somewhere In Illinois

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Last weekend I was setting up my   Autumn/Winter reading bookcase in my living room. During the Spring and Summer I don’t use it for books. I push it into my office and use it as a catch all.

Every winter I put the shelf in my living room and I fill it  with the old books that I re-read during the Winter and Fall months as well as the new books I purchased over the year on it . Of course those are my ghost stories, supernatural stories and Victorian era mysteries.

It’s a tradition for me- first of all I love to read ghost stories during the Fall and Winter and when I pull my shelf out it’s officially the start of the Halloween season for me.

This year I had a glitch.

In the move was upset to see that one of my book had finally given up the ghost ( it was a paperback and others from the set had met the same fate over the years )  the spine had cracked beyond repair and the pages were falling out, they were also turning yellow.

The book was my original copy  of Blossom Culp and The Sleep of Death and I bought it when I was in my early 20’s. I had started reading The Blossom and Alexander stories by Richard Peck when they first came out when I was about 12 years old and even though they were classified as Young Adult fiction ( ages 9-12 ) I didn’t see any reason to stop reading them into my teens and even after I was old enough to drink.

There are four books in this set:

The Ghost Belonged To Me

Ghosts I Have Been

The Dreadful Future of Blossom Culp

and

Blossom Culp and The Sleep of Death.

In the same way the Harry Potter Books were aimed at kids The Alexander and Blossom books made for great reading for any age because of the writing of Richard Peck.

These stories were a little darker then most YA fiction at the time  and  a bit complex – in one story Alexander sees the ghost of a suicide ( she hung herself in the kitchen because she was in love and had been rejected by her well -to- do employer ) another character runs a brothel in New Orleans and Blossom’s Mother is a fortune telling gypsy who once solved a case for the police after viewing the severed head of a murder victim- then she was run out of town for her efforts.

In another book Blossom has the chance to literally knock on a door, have it open and have a look at her future and learn her fate- which she declines to do. The idea looks simple- the question it poses is very complex and drives Sci-Fi fans into  hour long conversations about that very probability- young teen Blossom knows that is a bad idea and she backs away from it.

My copy of ” The Sleep of Death ” involved an ancient Egyptian Curse,  the Spirit of a teenage Egyptian princess ( which is sad, she was just a kid )  a bunch of ” mean girls” on float almost being hit by lightening and Blossom has a nightmare where she is trapped in a sarcophagus by her friend Alexander and left to die.

The Sleep of Death is a great book and I didn’t want to lose it.

I decided to go on line and order a copy when I ran across a vendor who sold books that were destined for landfills or scrap- it seemed like a great cause so I ordered my copy from them.

When I got the book I was happy to see that despite it’s age, it was in good shape and when I turned to the title page I saw that someone had written a dedication

In April of 1993 the author, Richard Peck had signed and donated a copy of this book to Twin Groves School- which with some searching I learned is located in Illinois ( which is where Richard Peck is from and where he was laid to rest after he passed away )

I felt like I had a treasure in my hands.

Richard Peck- a writer that I grew up reading, whose Ghost Stories are unsurpassed in my opinion and died a few years ago- well one of his books with his handwriting in it showed up in my mail a few days ago.

I think there’s a making for a story in this and I’m sure Richard Peck would agree.

Photo A.M. Moscoso Ghosts I Have Been-The Ghost Belonged To Me- The Dreadful Future of Blossom Culp and Blossom Culp and The Sleep of Death

Videos of Richard Peck giving advice on writing- which is pretty good stuff- Check it out

Every Time The Phone Rings

RDP Wednesday: WASTE

The easy description of this photograph is this is just a homeless camp and that the homeless people who live here are drug addicts.

What you can’t see in this picture  are  the human lives that have been wasted- the children who aren’t being cared for by their parents, the children who will grow old and die in the blink of an eye under these blue tarps and mildewed and torn tents, the friend who will not be there when their presence would have made a difference in one life or maybe more-

the parents, grandparents, siblings, wives, husbands, girlfriends and boyfriends whose hearts will always skip a beat and stop every time the phone rings or there is a sharp hard  knock on the living room door.

So much time, so many moments, all of these lives-

Wasted.

 

Photo A.M. Moscoso
April 17,2023
Washington Statr USa