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Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada
"On a windswept hill by a billowing sea, my destiny sits and waits for me".....R Brout

Friday, July 31, 2009

SURPRISE!


SURPRISE!


She had been dreaming and was not happy to awake to the ringing of a doorbell. Seldom did she nap after church but once she had removed her suit and stockings, she had laid down on top of her unmade bed to rest. She must have fallen asleep, the afternoon sun settling on top of her head. As in a trance, she stumbled into the hall to go downstairs just as the bell rang again.

"Mrs. Grayson?" he asked as she nodded yes. "I'm afraid I have some bad news; may we step inside?"

What seemed like hours later, though it couldn't have been more than 20 minutes, she still felt like he had kicked her in the stomach. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined losing her husband in a bus accident. He was just 33 and healthy, an athlete who played Pro football.

When he had left over a week ago, he blew her a kiss from the taxi which carried him to the stadium to catch the bus. She could still see his handsome face, smiling as he spoke with the taxi-driver, an older black gentleman who remembered him from High School sports in their hometown.

As the officials asked if they could call anyone before leaving her alone with her grief, she offered the phone to call her parents in Denver. Until they arrived, as she knew they would, she just wanted to be left alone.

Many tears later, she returned the telephone to its hook and it immediately began to ring. She let the answering machine pick up and when it did so, she heard the greeting answer in her husband’s voice. And the sobs began anew......."Oh my God", she moaned "it can't really be true!"

The funeral was a blur; she let his family take charge and it was held in the stadium downtown. She wore a black tailored suit with her hair pulled back in a chignon and no make-up or
jewelry. When she saw the pictures in the newspapers, she hardly recognized herself. She seemed to have aged overnight and at just 29, she knew she looked more like 50. She felt as if she was 85.

Her boss was very generous with time off and so she basically slept in very late, ate little and kept the answering machine on. At least she could hear Dan's rich voice again. Soon, the only people calling were her parents and her best friend, Jane. Every night, Jane brought dinner over and picked up the wet towels and dirty clothes to take home with her to wash and dry. Jane's husband was away in Iraq and she liked to be needed. And Liz really appreciated it but just wanted to be left alone to remember the love of her life, her Danny.

The newspapers and TV paid many tributes to his sports career and she watched and read every article and piece. He had a wonderful career ahead of him and they had planned to have children but he wanted them to wait. She was married to him for 5 years when she begged him to start their family; he just was never ready. How she wished she had his sperm frozen in case something happened to him; all she wanted now was his son.

She hadn't bathed in 2 days and had lost 7 pounds when she had to return to her job as a court stenographer. She stood under the hot water, showering and washing her hair. Dressing in a plain, dark tailored pantsuit, she opened the garage door for the first time since the funeral 2 months ago, and drove to the courthouse. The Judge, her boss, welcomed her with a big hug and she entered the courtroom to concentrate as best she could.

This went on for almost 3 weeks when she was shocked once again. Her life was spent working and then going straight home to watch old reruns of movies she and Dan had watched together. Then, before bedtime she would watch old training clips of him on the football field. Many nights, she slept right there in front of the huge screen, awaking to the rooster crowing next door. Her eyes were constantly red and bloodshot.

So on this particular evening, she tried to ignore the front doorbell but they wouldn't go away. She peeked out the peephole to see a woman standing outside in the rain, an umbrella over her head. As she opened the door a bit, the woman pushed past her and it was then she saw the infant in her arms.

"Liz, I am sorry to intrude but we need to talk."

"I'm sorry but I have spoken to all the sports reporters I ever want to and......."

"No, no; I'm not with any newspaper. My name is Alex and I must explain why I'm here tonight. May I sit down?"

As soon as she sat down, the baby began to scream and she tried her best to quiet it. But it only screamed louder. She undid her raincoat and blouse and offered a full nipple to her hungry baby. Liz watched, fascinated, envying her this special gift, wishing it was her baby.

"Why are you here, if not to interview me about my Dan's death?"

She squirmed in her chair as she nursed her infant girl. She looked pale but very beautiful and had the body of a model. In fact, that's what she was, a model. "I live in NY but summer here in Maine. We are on our way back to Manhattan tonight on a late flight. This won't take long."

Liz sat down and looked at her and waited. She couldn't imagine what it might be. Would she be asking for money for some reason? A benefit? A fundraiser?

"You have no idea why I'm here, do you? I can tell by the look on your face. I almost wish I didn't have to tell you."

Liz waited, her breathing shallow and her eyes questioning.

"This child's father was your husband."

SURPRISE!

"What!! How do you mean?" She felt all the blood drain from her body.

"I met Dan when we both did a shoot for Sports Illustrated early last year. I knew he was married but I didn't know I'd fall in love with him. Danni was born just 3 months ago, the day after his funeral. He was going to be there for the birth........"

"You're lying! You're here to get support money from me! Get out of my home!!" She went to the door but Alex stayed seated, long tanned legs crossed at the abkles.

"I don't want your money; I make more than Dan and you put together. I want nothing but for Danni to know her grandparents, her Aunts and Uncles, her cousins."

"Get out! Now!" She knew she was screaming and the whole neighborhood could hear but she continued to scream until the car had driven off into the night.

Falling to the floor, she felt as if she had just been told of his death again. She sobbed until she frightened herself and crawled up onto the huge sofa. That's where she was when Jane found her after the Courthouse called looking for her to come in to work. It was almost 11 am the following day.........

Three cups of coffee later, she still couldn't tell Jane what had happened. Jane gave her one of her own valium and put her to bed. She checked back at 3 pm but she was still sleeping. The poor thing had not eaten since yesterday and looked totally shaken and destroyed. What could it be?

No-one heard from Liz for over a week. She just disappeared into thin air. When she returned, she was very thin and quite pale. She said she had to get away and think; she went back to work; but she just wasn’t ever the same employee and she resigned after 3 weeks.

When she heard that her in-laws had been informed of their new grandchild, she waited to hear what they would do. She wasn’t surprised when they embraced baby Danni. It wasn’t the baby’s fault that Dan had betrayed her, had killed whatever feelings Liz had left after his early death.

She could not trust men after that and knew she should go into therapy and get some help. But she decided to move to England and work there in the judicial system. It wasn’t long before she was in law school and then accepted a Judge appointment. She worked without dating for a dozen years and never returned to the USA.

She had a boyfriend for awhile but just could not trust him and never believed a word he said. She adopted a child and they lived in the country with a dog and some chickens. She laughed with them and volunteered for the homeless but her broken heart never healed.

Danni’s mother sued for half of Dan’s estate and life insurance and won; Liz had no comment to the Press. To her, Dan had never existed inside her heart and mind; he was a memory she buried along with his body.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

"WHERE?"


"WHERE?"


It's Saturday but where's American Bandstand?

It's Saturday & the sun is trying to break through the clouds and fog. It's not a good day to hang the clothes outside on the clothesline or dig for clams or have a picnic or go skinny dipping or paint the fence or lay under the dark sky to think.

So I 'think' as I gaze outside the window of my home; I'm older now, not old. I 'think' as I fold laundry and iron and make beds and vacuumn. I 'think' about Saturdays long ago when I was young........

I loved to sleep in late and awake to the smells of my mother's baking and cleaning and the sound of her humming as she worked. I loved to hear my father working outside with his animals or fixing a broken wagon wheel or tending to all of the necessary jobs he had to do in the big field.

I would stretch and yawn and not have a care in the world other than where to go, with whom, when. Usually on Saturday, I'd go to the show to see a movie, meet up with girlfriends and walk the roads; and talk, always TALK!

When I was younger, Saturdays were loved when I could spend time playing with our dog, Sandy or playing hopskotch or marbles or hula hoop or ball. I spent many happy hours tagging along behing my older sister and brother, promising that if they'd allow me to follow them, I'd not tell tales on them for the pranks they pulled frequently.

Oh, Saturday....where art thou?

I long for a dog to snuggle up with; a tent to climb into; someone to play a card game like Muggins with; someone to pick guitar or blueberries with me; someone to say "Hey, Hed, wanna go swimmin' in the river after lunch?"

I look back at those golden, olden Saturdays as if it was Utopia. I loved my parents, my pets, my friends, my home-made toys, myself. I dreamed only sweet dreams; I didn't know what a real nightmare was; I was unafraid; I was brave; I was safe.

Then, suddenly, life happened. Saturdays now are just one day of the week. What happened to Annette Funicllo, Elvis, the Hardy Boys, the Bobbsey Twins, Roy Rogers & Gene Autry, Little Women, Nancy Drew? Heidi!

I want to ride my bicycle without hands; I want to ice skate on the frozen ponds, I want to ride our horse bareback, I walk to kick the can, I want to eat molasses & home-made bread, I want to smell beans baking, I want to eat fresh vegetables, fresh mackeral, I want to read Lulu and Tubby, I want to sing as I swing, I want to go parking, I want to .......

I want to......

It's Saturday; where's Dick Clark? Where's Frankie Avalon? Dion? Connie Francis? Elvis!

I want to think; I want to be 16 again; I want to know....

Where's American Bandstand?

Sunday, July 19, 2009

JEAN


Jean


She was my favourite sister
Since when I was wed
She never used my real name
Always called me 'Hed';
We liked the same foods
We liked the same men
We both had 2 ex-husbands
Said we'd rather live in sin!

She played guitar & she sang
We loved the same songs
We watched the same movies
And knew right from wrong;
We never had an argument
She was my best friend
And I loved her dearly
Right up until the end.

She told me some secrets
That I'll take to my grave
She was full of the devil
And how she loved her Dave!
She'd laugh at all my jokes
Told me if I looked rough
And though I have my memories
They'll never be enough.

We buried her June 15th
And for me, it was so hard
I feel I've no family left
She was my Hallmark card;
I know Jean would agree
That yesterday was best
So I'll just have to accept
She is at peace & rest.


I love her & I miss her
Life just ain't the same
I cry when I sing our songs
And when I hear her name;
God, give her wings to fly
And your big hand to hold
And I'll see her in Heaven
When I'm worn out and old.


Good-bye, Jean
I love you, Hed

Saturday, July 18, 2009

MY LOVE


MY LOVE


I've been gone awhile now
I left you years ago
You probably hadn't noticed
Things have been so slow;
I guess by now it's better
That I left when I did
Because if I had stayed
I'd probably just be dead.

You always kept me sheltered
From the heat & rain
You often rocked me to sleep
To dull away my pain;
The work I did was stressful
The daily grind was hard
I saw a simpler, easy life
Like a Hallmark card.

And so I moved far away
And left you in September
Still, when Autumn comes around
I always can remember;
How you smelled in April
How you felt in Fall
And always in December
I recall y'all.

So don't think for a moment
That I've forgotton you
Because when I'm on my knees
When I am sometimes blue;
Thinking of time gone by
There's not a single day
That I don't miss you, darlin'
My love........the USA.

Friday, July 10, 2009

POPCORN ANYONE?

POPCORN ANYONE?

It was my fifth day on my new job/placement and I had been given 2 new keys and instructions as to what to work on, etc. No-one was working Friday but me. I was excited as I used the first new key to open up the outside door into the new building. I didn’t see any cars outside and as it turned out, the other 3 or 4 offices were closed all day. Just as well……….

I inserted the 2nd new key into our office door lock and it would not turn left or right. After five minutes, I went to ask one of the cleaning ladies to help. She couldn’t get it to turn the lock either. I had no choice but to call my immediate supervisor, Shawna but she had left for their other office and I had no choice but to call her boss.

Joan said to let her know what happened so I returned to my office to try again. Voila! It worked! I called Joan to give her the good news. But after testing it numerous times, I knew better than to go anywhere as I’d be locked out again.

So at lunch time (noon) I had nothing to eat but a bag of popcorn which needed microwaving. The directions said 2 minutes so I set it and went back to work. Mistake #1…………..

I was on the phone when I heard the timer go off after 2 minutes and that’s when I saw the black smoke! Then I SMELT smoke! I hung up the phone and excitedly rushed into the small kitchen where I saw thick, black smoke pouring out of the tiny microwave!

I opened the door to retrieve the saddest, TINIEST, black burnt bag of popcorn imaginable. The room was full of smoke which immediately burnt my eyes so I ran to the window to open it but the handle fell off in my hands. It would not open!

I rushed into Brenda and Joan’s offices to open their windows but they were locked and in my haste, I did not see why they would not open at first. So I ran into my office to open that window; same problem. I finally had to open the door to our office and it kept slamming shut so I found a heavy chair to place in front of it.

Thick, black, disgusting smoke was pouring out into the hall. I knew that soon all of the smoke detectors would go off and the Fire Dept. would arrive. I was embarrassed, scared and humiliated! Surely I’d be fired!

I finally got a few of the other windows opened but not the one with the broken handle in the kitchen. A lady from the new Library came down to ask what was burning. She wondered why the alarms had not yet sounded? It started to get very cold inside so I put my coat back on; I hoped to God no-one would come walking in.

I had to call Shawna, my supervisor to tell her what had happened. She assured me not to worry and made me feel better. My eyes were burning and I smelled like smoke. I went in to scrub the microwave but the air stunk so badly, I could not. It was at least an hour later before I could go back in there to try to clean it. It was scorched a darkened yellow colour!

I went to the washroom to wash the soot out of my eyes; they looked bloodshot. I was so hungry but found a piece of candy in my purse. I had to turn the heat up as it was freezing inside.

I heard back from Shawna that the smoke detectors are ‘heat’ activated, not smoke activated. Thank God!! I could just see the headlines in the local paper: “Old Lady Almost Burns Down New Library Building!”

When the computer repairman from Yarmouth arrived to do some minor work, he asked: “What’s cooking? Smells terrible!”

ON THE ISLAND


ON THE ISLAND



As I sit outside by the ocean
The future's uncertain, unseen
The sun comes up every morning
The nights filled with sweet dreams;
It sets in a colorful viewing
Promising a time filled with stars
Alone with my dreams on the Island
I rest in my jail with its bars.

I see no way out of the crazy maze
That keeps me tied to this place
And I search for someone to listen
A pair of kind eyes in his face;
The sea offers good company
The fog hides me from view
I search and look and discover
That someone I'm missing is you.

Soon darkness returns with its shadows
The moon winks at my space
Where I sit on my Rock of Ages
Trying to remember your face;
A song brings back a smile
It tells of old loves, first & last
And alone with my dreams on the Island
My future's entwined with my past.