Family Stories
My daughter just told me that every family has their wild and disastrous stories. Is this true?
How come I didn't know that! How come I thought that my family was the only one!
Then, right away, I remembered another story from someone else's family that sounds so made up, it could not possibly be true, but it was literally true. It's a riches to rags story. This is how it was. I'm changing the names because it's not my own family's story.
By the way, this story was no secret. Everyone knew the background story.
I knew Jillie, and I knew her mother, the grandmother, as Grandma Kay. I knew them over forty years ago.
A year or two before I met these people, Grandma Kay's husband was alive. They were phenomenally wealthy people, to the extent that they lived in a real mansion. They even had butlers! I assume they had beautiful cars, must have had a chauffeur if they had butlers. I imagine they had designer clothes. They were loaded.
I don't remember how the father made their money, and I don't remember his name.
The father had a booming business, and I believe he also did investments. There was a fantastic investment that came up. Never expecting to die, the father borrowed on his life insurance, and he died in the next few days before he had anything in place.
The long and the short of it is that Grandma Kay had to find a job and go to work! She got a job as a bookkeeper. I knew her as a tired woman with gray hair and dark circles under her eyes.
Her daughter Jillie got pregnant. She and the father of the baby got married, but the marriage was in name only.
Living in an apartment with her mother, Jillie also had a job. She had her baby. And when the baby was two weeks old, Jillie had to go back to work to make ends meet. This was not her wish.
Like me, the baby at two weeks was left on his own with strangers.
Years later I heard that Jillie had married a wealthy man, and the marriage was good, and she didn't have to work any longer. By then, Grandma Kay had died.
The baby boy grew up just fine. Turned out to be a wonderful guy, I hear.
I try to think up names for the soap opera this story could be in, and I can't seem to think of a good name. I scratch them all:
The Twists and Turns of Life
The World Upside Down
True Tales of the Unbelievable
Indian Ocean Report
Very windy today. Consequently, the waves seem to swell up before they crash. I don't remember seeing this welling up before like a giant fish taking a deep deep breath, and then the giant waves reach the shore, and then the giant waves collapse.
I just looked out again, and there was a giant rainbow crossing the ocean. The arc was huge and clear. I ran and got my camera, and my camera wouldn't work. Battery weak?
Oh, no, this most beautiful rainbow I ever saw, and my camera wouldn't take a picture so I could show you. And now the rainbow is gone. Nevertheless, I will take the rainbow as a sign of wonderful things to come.
Comments
Gloria dear, So beautiful those rainbows, Sai Baba called them Gods business card. Last week I had the fantastic honor to drive through the end of a rainbow, here in paradise. I realy felt closer to God then. I have been busy collecting wild fruit for a food manufacturor. Climbing a 6 metre ladder and swinging a 12ft picking stick is a bid hard for an 80 year old body so I have to go and see a chiropracter and straiten my back out. All well though and finished now, tomorrow sending the last lot by refrigerated transport and have a rest. See neglected Friends and see if I can tell your readers I love them and you as well of course. Love Jack
Oh by the way your question about not being able to see the water and sea separation is due to mist at sea, More love Jack.
Good to have you back, beloved Jack! Ah, so that's why -- due to mist at sea!
Wouldn't Mist at Sea be a good title for a book!
Title for a book ? I do not know But here is a little story about mist at sea. Here we were traveling inside the Great Barier Reef and the mist came down. That was the moment the Radar decided to stop working. I knew were we were and was not woried as the mist was not that bad and I expected to view the next beacon inabout 5 min and would be able to adjust course,if needed. The Engeneer came on the bridge and asked me what happened to the Radar. "It stopped". very woried engeneer asked how to fix the Radar 'I do not know I am not the engeneer nor electrician on board." Where are we was his next question, 'Somewhere here' pointing at the chart.would you not slow down in this mist ? " No we will be right I think" One minute later he had the Radar Fixed. He saw the beacon on the radar and I through the mist. All ended as predicted We were right. Love jjack
Jack, what adventures! The fruit picking especially.
Adventures ??? no very hard work and the young ones are to slow so do it myself, Impatient me. By the young ones I mean the hired help they never done ladder work before. My grandson however is a lot better than me but can not be there every day anyway so far visited some friends that I neglected the last 3 month due to fruit picking. Funny thing happened this morning. Went to tthe local Market and meet up with a friend I have not seen for ages he lives out of the way of the fruit BUT has quite some trees on a farm nearby wich he leases out. I had intended to see him about fruit but was to busy Than today He asked me if there is a market for wild fruit called Lemon Aspen. As He built himself a Cherry Picker wich would have made our work so much easier and more fruit so I keep him in mind for next years "Adventure" Love to All Jack