The Woods talk to Amelia

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Amelia has always been strange. She was taken to a Mystic many times as a child.  She told the (fake) doctor her imaginary friend played with her but it told her to do many bad things. Her parents never knew or understood Amelia as a child. She was always doing unnatural things. Once she loved her puppy so much that she squeezed it to death. She sobbed terribly because the puppy died but did not know what caused the puppy’s death. She refused to believe it was her fault.

Amelia had seizures since birth.  Each one lasted nearly twenty-four hours. It was terrifying to her parents. As soon as Amelia would come to, she started acting strange.  Spitting on and licking her toys, she would then poke her dolly’s eyes out.  Her parents loved her but did wonder how long they could keep her at home. They spoke of having three children when they knew they would be married. However now, they did not chance having another child.

When Amelia stared into the night, she would make noises, somewhat like wild animals. When she got into her teen years, she started going into the woods. Her parents never understood why she would go there because to them the woods looked haunted.  Sunlight seldom filtered through the branches making the area to always look dark. They never questioned her as they figured the woods brought Amelia happiness. She always had a smile on her face after visiting the woods.

Amelia always did very good in her school grades throughout her twelve years. The only friends she had were new kids. The friendships never lasted long after Amelia treated them to a visit into her special wooded area.

Amelia never cared for boys. At the age of twenty-three she met a young man in the town square. They locked eyes and they both knew at that very moment what love felt like. That very day Amelia invited the young man to go for a walk in her woods. He hesitated but she was persistent. Off they went and he too found the woods enchanting. Soon he thought he saw someone behind a group of trees. He said nothing.

Amelia asked the young man his name. Before the young man could answer, Amelia said to the young man, “did you hear that?”   “No. I didn’t hear anything.”  She looked him in his eyes and said, “your name is Bill.”

You could see the fear in Bill’s eyes. He turned and ran as fast as he could out of the woods. Amelia never saw him again.

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Merry Christmas

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The tree is trimmed. The gifts are wrapped.

 

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Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

 

Colletta’s wish for everyone is to have a blessed 2019.

 

 

 

Giving Thanks Daily

thanksgiving stretch signHave you thought of what you would do if you were caught up in parts of the world where you were left with nothing? Many people have found themselves in that situation this Thanksgiving Day. Be ever so thankful that you have a place to lay your head and a place at a bountiful spread on your table.

Do you have a neighbor or know of someone alone who will not have these things? Have you thought of inviting them to share your meal? Perhaps you can call them and offer to take them a plate.  They will be ever so grateful.

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Men appreciate the meal cooked, so help with the clean-up.  She most likely wants to watch the football game, too!

From my home to yours, God Bless.     CGRose

Dining at the Morgue

 

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When my grandfather, James, died, sadness abound throughout the community. He was 92 years young. Everyone knew and respected him. He always showed up at the right time to be of help. He knew a little about everything. Need help with building a chicken coop or laying block, Grandfather James knew how to build or help with them. Nearly everyone called him Gramps.

In 1915 when Gramps was twelve years of age, his father, Silas, was teaching James how to chop wood. This was a chore that had to be done yearly as wood was the source for heating the house and cooking. This was always the man’s job. Cut the trees, haul them to the shed that stood to the back of the property. Next came chopping the tree into fireplace sizes. Other pieces were needed to fit into the oven to use for heating the stove and oven. It was not easy for men or women back in those days.

Most serious of using an axe is that you could whack your leg open and nearly loose the leg. Gramps had done severer damage to his hands as a young boy when he was being taught. The chopping axe has two very sharp edges on both sides.

finger breadOne day Gramps leaned the axe upside down against a tree. When he saw it was falling over, Gramps reached for it and it took off all the fingers on one hand. Since it could cut wood, it could take off fingers very easily. Gramps had to learn how to do many things differently without fingers on the one hand. He learned a very important lesson that day about being careful with farm tools.

Gramps was always a little ashamed of what he had done thus not showing many people his mangled hand. His little granddaughter saw it once, and from then on, she was always looking for his fingers. She figured they were laying around someplace and one day she would find them. She wanted to be the one to give them back to him.

When Gramps was lying in the casket, her mother was holding her so little Sally could view her Gramps. She asked her mom to move his handkerchief so she could see if he had found his fingers. “Nope, not yet,” said little Sally.

The preacher doing the speaking to the bereaved people asked if anyone had anything to say about Gramps. Little Sally ran up front and told them about her Gramps losing his fingers and if anyone found them to please dig a hole close to where Gramps was buried and put them in the hole so they could help her Gramps if he had to do some wood chopping where he was going.

The preacher told little Sally that everyone would be on the look out for them and she could be seated so anyone else who wanted to speak, now would be the time. Everyone thought little Sally had said enough.

The preacher said a prayer and then invited everyone to have a plate of finger foods infried fingers the luncheon room.

Little Sally heard that and started screaming. “No, no, don’t eat the fingers; they might be Gramps.”

That set a whole different tone on the luncheon but they all thought little Sally had made her point

Fiction Author: C.G.Rose             Words 564

Faceless in the Mirror

The first wedding I was in, I was only three. A beauty, they all said of me. I just looked up and smiled. A little flower girl in a puffy dress of which most attendants knew me. The ladies whom I knew received a hand delivered petal. The ladies thanked me and giggled. The other ladies had to pick one off the floor. They thought nothing of it if they did not get one.

flower girl 3My parents gave me everything I wanted. We were not a family of means but I was an only child. They put me in dance class, piano, and acting classes.  My favorite daily wear was jeans and a shirt with holes so getting dirty with my friends never bothered my parents. One of my friend’s parents had a farm with all kinds of animals. My favorites were the pigs and chickens.

I never met a stranger. That was good for me because my first job was waitressing. Sweet smiles and friendly hellos brought in better tips.  My parents didn’t want me to work but before I graduated high school but I wanted a little work experience. I promised it would be only during the summer break. The three months went really fast. I had saved $712.00 for future college costs.

During my freshman year in high school, I became interested in fashion designing. My mom had taught me how to sew when I was in my teens. In my senior year I entered some designs of women’s clothing in a contest. Some of mine were chosen so the company wanted me to draw twenty more and bring at least two already made to New York by the end of my senior year. That kept me busy. My mother would be going with me. She was so very proud of me but I felt that I was the lucky one to be their daughter.

I designed and made a one-of-a-kind prom gown. I would smile and thank my school mates for their compliments. All my clothes for my senior trip were also handmade but looked like purchases from the high-priced store.

I used all my spare time to work on my drawings between my studies in my senior year. I could travel the world once I got my business started. I wanted my studies to make my parents proud.

I was also interested in architect.  In a way they both went together since they were both designing. One of cloth and the other of lots of visions with pencil and paper.  Wood, and other building materials would come later. I also loved looking through books with so many different buildings, theaters, etc.

I wasn’t interested in boys when I was in college even though 99% of the students in the architect class were men. After two years in that class, a new student started his third year and something happened. He was very smart and he helped me with a few angles on one of my projects.  He told me his father was a carpenter and taught him how to read a ruler and how to figure how big a building should be to make it work for its intended use.

I found Charles very comfortable to talk with or to hang around. He was always a gentleman. We started out just going to the park and chatting. Sometimes an ice cream cone on a warm evening was enjoyed. Over time we both got our architect credentials and got our diplomas at UCLA.

As time went on Charles and I continued to date. Soon Charles and I decided the time was right for us to get married so we could start out together with our business and life. For business purposes, Carrie decided to keep her maiden name.

Carrie had a girlfriend, Donna, from her high school days who already had earned her architect degree and was looking for someone to go into business with her as it was too much for one person. Carrie and Charles talked it over and decided it would work after the terms for partnership were discussed.

Donna had been engaged to marry Tom, a long-time boyfriend, but she found he was not faithful nor would he be faithful in the business.  Donna was hurt but felt it best to call off their wedding plans and exclude him from any business deals. Tom was very angry with Donna and vowed to get even with her.

Tom hired a person to throw acid into the face of Donna. As Carrie and Donna were standing near the entrance to one of Donna’s building, the person with the acid threw the acid into the face of Carrie by mistake. Carrie’s face was scared forever. After lots of healing and surgeries, Carrie could see dark figures and perhaps Carrie could get transplants one day. Her face most likely would stay scared all her life.

Charles insisted they continue with their plans to be married, not because he felt sorry for Carrie, rather because he loved her so much.

In the believe that God is a part of everything beautiful, Charles and Carrie invite you to witness their union, hand in hand for their wedding vows.

Carrie says to Charles. In my mirror I see not me. Please look at me, what do you see? When I look I see not, I feel, I cry. Is that what you see in me?

My precious wife. Your mirror shows me what you used to be. I will always love you till death do us part.

 

Fiction Author: C.G.Rose       937 Words

Fire with a Shwish

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I was orphaned at three years of age. I don’t remember my family or the accident that took them from me. Fortunately for me, my Poppa’s brother, Uncle Pete, had a large family who was more than willing to take me to raise as one of his own. Uncle Pete and his wife, Betty Sue, had 9 other young’uns. Would they even notice that one more plate was needed at the table?

2 best friendsPatty was just 2 months older than me so I had a real playmate for many years. Patty had red hair, I had blonde; both had long pig tales and freckles. We were the same size, with the same likes, especially fire burning garbage in the old rusted barrel.

Another special cousin was Sam, Patty’s brother, who was 9 years old when I moved in with his family. He looked after me better than he did his little sister, Patty. I’m sure he was told to because I had always lived in the city. At three years of age, I didn’t know anything about country living. Sam was rather small for his age but he was smart and could run like a gazelle. He taught Patty and me how to place our feet so we could run fast, too.

Every day after dinner, Momma B would have the older girls wash, dry, and put away the dishes. Momma B would always have the papers and burnable items stuffed into a peck basket and placed by the kitchen door.

It was Sam’s job to take the items to the barrel to burn. Any wood item had to be put simple garbage burn 4aside until there was enough to fill the barrel. It was either paper or wood: never both at the same time. Everyday Sam let Patty and me go with him. We were to never tell or all of us would get in trouble. We could always watch but never participate. Soon we self- taught the steps in which to properly burn the trash. Neither Patty nor I ever let him know that we were watching and learning all about fire starting.

I had never seen anything like this. I found it so exciting. The sparkle wasn’t only in the barrel but also in our eyes. Sam had never taken Patty to a burn either. Strict rules set by his parents only allowed an older brother with him if the barrel would be overly full.

When the basket was filled for the day, Momma B would call out to Sam and hand him a book of matches. It was that book of matches that held the magic! Not that rusted old barrel. It was the sound of the match rubbing against the strip at the bottom of the book and listening to the sound of ‘SHWISH’! I always watched so closely as to how that sound was made, just by two items being rubbed together. I could never actually catch the moment it happened. This went on for nearly six more years.

GEDSC DIGITAL CAMERAPatty seldom said a word while we were watching this magical show. I was always full of questions. “WHEN!? When, Sam, are you going to let me try to be magic?” Sam assured me I would have to be at least ten. Perhaps on my tenth birthday! I had two more years to try to figure out just how those two things would work together. Maybe if I got a little closer. Sam always made me get back though. He was taking no chances with maybe an ember getting me. Then the truth would be out that I was where I should not have been. Then I’d never know how those matches started fire! I could never let that happen!

Finally! It was my tenth birthday! I was to do the honors! As my cousin handed me the matches, I felt energy and power surge through my entire body. My heart began to beat faster, my mouth felt dry as I opened the matchbook and tore one match away from the rest. The air around me grew still. There was no sound except my heart beating and my own breathing.

Right there in my hands, I was nearly stiff as a board. I heard it, ‘SHWISH’!

Sure enough, one of the pieces of butcher paper had ignited. Small, blue flames danced along its edges, licking at the newspaper next to it. Success was mine! I had crossed over to another side of life. ‘I WAS A FIRE-STARTER’! That night I went to sleep in a ‘rage of glory’. Now all I had to do was to wait until I was older to live the rest of my dream.

One day I was going to be the ‘FIRE QUEEN’! I would hold the keys to the city! I would represent POWER! RESPONSIBILITY! RESPECT! One day I would be the captain at the fire station. One day I would ride in the fire truck down main street on July 4th.

 

Fiction Author: C.G.Rose            852 Words

 

TIP:  He who strikes match most likely get fingers burned!