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John Dawes met my mother at a social hosted by the Stutzman family down the road from our place. Her family also lived on the road and she had returned after graduating from the teachers college down to Orono and taking a teaching position out to town. Old Mr. Stone and his wife introduced them and they were a couple from that moment on.
There was an unmentioned bond between them that I never understood as a child and it was not until I took a wife of my own that the two of them related their story to me, at least the story of what constituted that bond throughout their lives. It seems my father's first wife and my mother shared some experiences with an unsuitable fellow and mother looked to him as a sort of savior and wouldn't leave his side but for his sojourns into the wilds...
My folks each lived into their 90s. Father passed away in 2004 at the age of 92 and my sister and I buried our mother last year at the age of 96. She had split the last few years of her life with the two of us, staying with one of us for a few months before moving to the other.
That brings me to this house where nobody lives. It's been empty for the last four years, closed up and tended to by one of the sons of an old timer from the neighborhood. There were a few weeds here and there but what it didn't have from when I was a child here is the love of a family to tend to its nourishments. I'm fixing to change that.
Mother left it to me as my sister had no desire to return to the cold climes. My wife retired last year and two weeks ago on a happy Friday I retired as well. The Dawes family is returning home...
...What makes a house grand
Ain't the roof or the doors
If there's love in a house
It's a palace for sure
- T. Waits
MFH
- COMMENTS
vicelord15 days ago"He expunged the words from his fear struck throat."
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You really shouldn't use words you don't understand. "A little knowledge is a dangerous thing" as the paraphrase of Alexander Pope goes.
NoBullAl5 months agoGood story with some interesting insights into a time past!
The only question has to do with the “old crow”. Having spent my entire life in a more northerly climate I have yet to see a crow (old or young) that was dumb enough to hang around when temperatures dropped to 20 below zero….. ravens, a much larger and stronger bird, yes but not crows!!
Anonymous6 months agoWhat I find most hilarious is the protestations from oldies etc saying that it wasn't how things happened back then.
I'd suggest that DNA evidence clearly shows that not to be the case. But then what do you expect from a generation brought up on cowboy films thinking that it was the truth.
Anonymous6 months agoOh Angelrider, you come across as a lesbian that imagines only a woman can truly know how to satisfy another woman, you forget in your arrogance that it would also suggest that only a man could truly know how to blow another man.
Escape from your prison of generalisations and accept that individuals are not all the same and just because you share one feature with another doesn't mean that you are in anyway capable of understanding or appreciating their thoughts or lives.
Any honest person would just accept that they can never know another person, and that the realities of the past makes that even less likely. We can all pretend to understand motivations etc., but we're always trapped by the realities of our own conditions, which creates a barrier far stronger than sex or gender.
