Soul Food Cafe

Other sites I maintain filled with Writing and Art are through taking part in a place called ~Soul Food Cafe~.

~Making Descansos~

~Exploring Archetypes – Art & Writing~

~Celebrating Advent In European Style~

~Celebrating Advent – A Lemurian Tour~

~Writing Combined With Art~

***Recently, I have not added to these various blogs. I usually put more time into them through the long winter months while awaiting Spring which seems to come late in Upstate, New York. The art and writing I work at seems so scattered and I wanted to give it some order on my personal blog.

Heather Blakely, (aka – Sibyl and/or Enchanteur) guides all those
who pass through these portals with a white glove treatment,
a full heart of generosity, and the promise of an adventure with
relentless pursuits.

Do you enjoy blogging or have a desire to try? Do you enjoy the
company of other writers and artists through community groups found on the Internet?
Are you interested in finding your own door at Soul Food Cafe?
Are you bringing with you a desire of journey and perhaps getting
to the core of your being? Then Soul Food Cafe is where you should
be.

Contact Heather Blakey:

heatherblakey@daileywriting.net

And, be sure to visit Soul Food Cafe !!!

… Addendum

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All is not lost on the long recovery for the father. He smokes L&M’s and uses matches to light the tobacco that seems to ease would be called anxious feelings in this day and time. He discovers on the inside of the match box an opportunity to make your dreams come true, an education. A study at home course within the fathers budget. He fills in the three blanks and mails the match cover, he will find the money, and he already has the time.

As the studies progress, the young father discovers the field of electronics as applied to aviation. He has no idea this will become his career choice, nor does he realize he will attend numerous schools within his field for the rest of his career. For now, he only knows he cannot lay in bed and wish for accidents not to happen.  

*** Journal Entry 4-1-06

Accidents?

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And so, the three move in with one family and then another, trying hard to comply with old rules and fitting into small rooms without a view. Blame starts to mingle with control, the older ones hurt the three with their emotional short comings. Why is an accident called just that, an accident? It appears even now, some fifty years later an accident has a perpetrator. One carries this out, executes a conspiracy for the collusion into a bridge – it developed into a master plot, without an ending. All stories have a beginning, middle and end. This story is past and part of the middle and has become a novel with endless pages.

Courage takes over and the three move into a rambling old house on the second floor. The mother works at the local five and dime, coming home at noon to change the daughter and feed the father his lunch. The father watches the baby girl as best he can, body cast still intact. His days are long, lonely and consumed with thoughts of quilt. Nine months pass, the time it takes to have a child before he is removed from his cocoon of white. The father can have a night shift job and the company allows him to bring his crutches to work.

He once again has established his net worth.

*** Journal Entry 3-29-06

0 to 3 Months

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Anne’s mother and father are in the fullest sense, young – eighteen and twenty does not allow for the experience it will take to cope with the present conditions in their lives. As Anne’s father lays in a body cast, he is still in shock and shocked by his morphine dreams. Questions dance in his head, where will the three of them live, where will he work to keep the three from sinking, and will he walk again to provide for the three of them? The questions surface and resurface, rippling through his mind as he plunges between the stages of induced, dark sleep. For now, he concentrates on how wonderful a bath would feel, to have steaming hot water splash against his skin, to smell of ivory soap and old spice, and to carefully remove the whiskers under his neck. The itching never stops.

Anne’s mother must have bed rest for one week. It is required. She doesn’t want to think of moving in with family. She has only been a bride for a year and some days. She is tired, and tears fill her waking moments. For now her hospital room is warm and safe. She turns toward the window and watches the sky as it turns a fall gray, the days are somewhat shorter and she doesn’t like the shadows of an early evening. For a single moment the sun bleeds through a cloud and she sees the rich colors of russet, burnt orange, and fried butter yellow blow from the trees. And for those few days she is secure watching the leaves make their way to the ground below.

*** Journal Entry 3-28-06

A Baby Girl

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The story starts on the brink of midnight, during the autumn of the year. A baby girl is born in the month of October. The year is 1953. The day is Monday. It has been said ‘ Mondays Child is Fair of Face.’

Anne is the first child born to Larry & Mary. In the scheme of things she is the first granddaughter in a rapid succession of males. She will be doted upon by her father’s mother. The Grandmother has lost two girl children, carried to term, after three thrieving boys.

Her father resides at the same hospital. Ten days ago he has been in car crash, his leg is shattered in twenty-three different places. His new daughter is brought to him and he is given the job of naming her. He chooses Patty, to rhyme with Fatty. This baby girl is well over eight pounds and twenty – one inches long. Her mother fills in the gaps to the naming ritual and once decided she becomes, Patricia Anne Hine.

In review, Anne has been born in a quiet time in history. There is no war, jobs are available for the asking – drug testing and GED’s are not yet required, and rent is affordable without the frills of security deposits and application fees.

*** Journal Entry 3-27-06

… the beginning

Writing Anne’s Life …

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 *** Journal Entry 3-24-06