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Much has been said over the past week about playing the ‘woman card’.

Today’s news showed us the one ostensibly carried by a political candidate. I found it to be lacking, but that is just my humble opinion.

A friend mentioned we all could use one, listing some of the attributes we feel make us who we are. After all, we are lifetime members of the unique guild.

And then, why not a ‘Man Card’ for the rest of the world? Let’s not be guilty of bigotry, all lives matter!

I present mine here: One of my photos and a few words, quite simple.

the woman card

What would your card say?


Once again, the charming Rochelle, path finder extrordinaire, has issued a map, the challenge for Friday Fictioneers.  This week the prompt is from one of my photos.

Here, in 100 words, is my little walk in the park. Lane and Jemma have appeared before and seemed to want to wander back.

Wedding Dress

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“Thirty five cents a yard,” The clerk was impatient. Leaving Jemma looking at the calico print, he turned to another customer.

Jemma glanced again at the ready made dresses hanging  in the rafters. Oh, to have twelve dollars to spend.

After all, it was a wedding dress!

Lane had offered  half his pay, ten dollars, but they needed that for the new house and she must have dishes, pots and pans.

Teaching school for fifteen dollars a month and board would not  stretch enough.

Counting carefully, she sighed, “I’ll take seven yards.”

“That will be $2.45”.

*****

Other players have taken different paths, to see where they went click here.

 


It’s a wonderful Spring Friday, sunshine, blooming lilacs and a bit of R&R as the busy-ness of a traveling week winds down.

On Wednesday our champion bronc rider, Rochelle Two Ropes, posted a photo for the rodeo known as Friday Fictioneers. The photo, this week, from Madison Woods is supposed to start our horses on to the event, to tell a story in around 100 words.

Not the easiest of challenges at times, sometimes that 8 second ride results in a buck-off. Mostly though we make it and hit the score card.

This week, a couple of down on their luck cowboys are preparing to do a days work.

RIDIN’ THE WIRE

Coffee. Lane clanged the tin cup against the battered pot. That was all there was.wire ff 4-22 Madison Woods

Hard work between rodeos!

High above, a hawk screamed a jackrabbit fighting in its talons.

“Food!” Clay thought, picking up his six-gun and shot.

The red tail dropped his prey, flying fast.

Lane shook his head, “Let’s get this done, back to the ranch for dinner”.

 

For more, from other cowboys, riders and clowns  Click here http://www.inlinkz.com/new/view.php?id=625937

Fellow Fictioneers, some of that busy-ness (translate to health issues and travel) may keep me from the usual round of comments. I will attempt to at least read and ‘like’ all the posts. M

 

 

 


Hubby was watching the weather this morning. “It’s supposed to snow in the Rocky’s, up to two feet.”

This led my mind on a tangent, back many years. We had made a road trip with young children to California in late April. Our trip back included driving through Colorado.

We took an extra day, to visit places Hubby remembered from his childhood. A lovely day, so fine in fact, that we purchased some camping essentials to spend the night at a camping area we found.

Hubby purchased a fishing pole and license then headed to a nearby stream for some trout fishing.

The kids and I hiked around the camping area, enjoying the mountains and glimpses of animals.

About noon, the temperature began to drop, and snow began to fall. Late in the afternoon, a ranger came by, advising us to ‘leave, unless you are prepared to stay several days’.

We packed up, not being in a position to do be ‘snowbound’.

The snow followed us past Denver, piling up 6+ inches on slick winding roads, assuring us that leaving was the right decision.

Today, I think back, all because of a weather report.

 

 


Once again, Wednesday has arrived, and with it our fearless ringmaster, Rochelle has donned her red coat and top hat, “Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls”, she announces with a crack of her whip. Issuing the challenge to join her at the circus known as Friday Fictioneers.  https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/. Under her discipline we climb to the high wire to present a story in approximately 100 words.

Other acrobats have posted, their back-flips and somersaults can be found here: http://www.inlinkz.com/new/view.php?id=623923

 

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This week’s picture courtesy of Kent Bonham led me down a path that my grandson walks each day.

Brett is autistic, although reading and writing are skills he has not mastered in his 21 years, he can speak, articulating some of the effects of his condition.

April is Autism Awareness Month. I dedicate this little tale to Brett and all who deal with Autism, in its many guises. Maybe it will raise awareness a bit as well. I can hope.

 

Sound Prison

“Sensory overload” the therapist calls it, “meltdown” in layman’s terms.

People gather around, invading the circle of ‘personal space’, gesturing, talking.

Afraid to approach.

But too near and too loud for the boy.

No matter what, he hears it all. There are no filters.

No way to block the beating

The words have form and substance, invisible,battering.

They swirl around, floating shapes, sweeping in, crushing.

Rhythms pound, hammers in his mind.

Varied tones stab like knives.

He has to close it off! It has to stop!

And so, he sits on the floor, rocking.

Withdrawn, locked in his alternate universe,

Forced to submission by the weaponry of sound.


Saturday morning, we set out for adventure.

As often happens, the original plan got sidetracked, but fate intervened to give something better. The road we traveled passed The Battle of Pilot Knob State Historic Site, near Ironton, MO.

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Welcome to the Historic Site

This park commemorates the site of the Battle of Pilot Knob from the Civil War. A dedicated group of reenactors provide living history at times. Saturday was one of those times.

Spring Encampment was going on. Much less crowded and ‘busy’ than the battle reenactment later in the year, it was easy to access all of the camp and talk to reenactors in a more relaxed setting.

Everyone we met was willing to share information about their part in the war effort.

It is really amazing at how much support was required, not only soldiers, medical personnel and all the equipment but blacksmiths, laundresses, musicians. Some of the officers even had personal slaves to serve them.

 


A couple of weeks ago, one of the smaller granddaughters and larger great grand daughters spent a long evening with me.

We ended up snuggling in my bed, while I told stories. Fairy tales I grew up on and some that my own grand and great grand parents had shared. Tales of their child and young adulthood.

Last night, six year old great grand came over with her parents after dinner. The first thing she wanted was “Let’s go to your bed and please tell me stories!”

Needless to say, that made my day!


Yes, like Arnold, I am back with another tale for Friday Fictioneers. J Hardy Carroll provided the photo. Some medical experts, survivors and family  provided the thoughts and Rochelle Wisoff Fields provides the weekly venue. You can click here for other people’s ideas. http://www.inlinkz.com/new/view.php?id=622538

Here are my 100 words.

Back for another round

Hidden in this battered hulk

I hear the words repeated once again.

Reliving the morning of multiple tests,

Blood work, x-rays, MRIff 2016-04-08 J Hardy Carroll

Afterward we go out to eat,

Before the meal was done

The phone rings

Three words sink into my soul,

“ mass, referral, biopsy”.

He holds my hand.

Days pass; the voice returns

“Malignant, Chemo, Radiation,”

I’ve heard it before.

But not this,

“40% chance”.

His touch does not comfort.

Time marches on, but I do not

Hairless, staring vacantly

I bow to the inevitable.

An end to pain, hope for peace.

“Hold my hand”.


This week’s Friday Fictioneers Challenge is brought to us by Rochelle Wisoff Fields and I really recommend you go to https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/04/06/8-april-2016/ to read the rules and find out more about our quest to tell a story in 100 words or close to it.

This week the photo is provided by J. Hardy Carroll and a sinister and mocking photo it seems to be…ff 2016-04-08 J Hardy Carroll

A Touch of Terror

Sarah stared through the veil of trees at the dark empty eyes of the old hotel.

Years ago, the center of the town, dinner and dancing, one night stands.

She’d heard the stories, Gyp had told them often enough.

He’d seen it, the fire, the bodies, so many lost!

Old man, trying to frighten the young with ghosts!

Foolishness! All the dead are long buried, fifty years gone!

She knew better, sure of herself, she moved forward.

A cold hand touched her arm, or was it just a branch?

She turned, shrieking, ran.

I might have hit a record, my tale is a mere 91 words.

To read more stories and see where the photo takes other minds click here: http://www.inlinkz.com/new/view.php?id=622538

Fellow Fictioneers, Lupus has raised its ugly head this week, fogged brain, pain, recalcitrant joints. Will try to read and at least ‘like’ all the posts.

 


It might be a good idea to read this past post before you begin the one  for today.

https://oldentimes.wordpress.com/2010/11/19/adventures-with-betty-crocker/

This sort of sets the stage.

Over the years, many young cooks have passed through the kitchen on Sunrise ridge and other places we have called ‘home’ in our journey through life.

Betty Crocker’s red cookbooks for making things and a set of Good measuring cups have been staples of the experience.

This past week, a photo on Facebook of the big red ‘pic cover cookbook was making the rounds. Of course I shared it and many comments came, a good number from those who shared in the making of thing from that book.

My old copy is held together with duct tape, notes in the margins, and many pages smeared with drips. I have a child who wants it and her daughter is now beginning to cook, sometimes here in Sunrise kitchen. Another generation to share with.

While at an auction yesterday, another copy of the book was for sale. The cover was a little worn, the pages inside much like mine.

Yes, I  felt the need to purchase it. Another daughter and granddaughter live in California and they too should have this book.

Now, I need to find a couple more copies for some of the others who ‘graduated’ with the basic cooking certificate here.

I see they are available on Amazon and other outlets, some for quite a price. The ones I need though are well loved, used, smeared (especially on the page with the fudge recipe) and have notes written in them. They may not bee my notes, but I will happily transcribe from mine.

Not much of a ‘legacy’ you might think, but you are wrong. These books are filled with memories and love!

 

 

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