Tuesday, March 16, 2010
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Neiswonger_Jeni
This story has been passed down to me by my father and anyone who knows him has heard it at least once. I decided to put in down on paper. Orginally by Ron Vevoda Sr.
Harry was a simple man who lived with his mother and his black cat named Pretty. He loved his cat more than anything. His mom did not talk much because of a stroke but his cat provided all the companionship he needed. He was planning a business trip and was concern about leaving Pretty overnight. He had never left her overnight before. He loved that cat. Harry called his brother who lived in town and asked if he could stay a few nights with Pretty. His brother agreed and reassured Harry that he would take good care of his furry friend. With much anguish, he left his precious feline in the hands of his brother.
As soon as Harry arrived at his hotel he called to check on Pretty.
His brother answered the phone and abruptly said, “Pretty is dead.”
Harry was shocked! He was silent for a few seconds then yelled, “What happened?”
His brother plainly said, “She got out and got hit by a car.”
Harry was mortified to think of his kitty gone but he was equally upset with the way his brother had broken the news. Harry explained that his brother chose a cruel way to tell him. Harry said, “You could have been kind and gentle. The first time I called you could have said, 'I am sorry. Pretty got out and she is stuck on the roof.' Then next time we talked you could have said you couldn’t get her down and she is sick. Then just before I was headed home you could have told me she died peacefully in her sleep.”
Harry’s brother agreed and said he was a bit insensitive. An awkward moment passed and Harry asked, “How’s mom?”
His brother replied, “She’s on the roof."
Harry was a simple man who lived with his mother and his black cat named Pretty. He loved his cat more than anything. His mom did not talk much because of a stroke but his cat provided all the companionship he needed. He was planning a business trip and was concern about leaving Pretty overnight. He had never left her overnight before. He loved that cat. Harry called his brother who lived in town and asked if he could stay a few nights with Pretty. His brother agreed and reassured Harry that he would take good care of his furry friend. With much anguish, he left his precious feline in the hands of his brother.
As soon as Harry arrived at his hotel he called to check on Pretty.His brother answered the phone and abruptly said, “Pretty is dead.”
Harry was shocked! He was silent for a few seconds then yelled, “What happened?”
His brother plainly said, “She got out and got hit by a car.”
Harry was mortified to think of his kitty gone but he was equally upset with the way his brother had broken the news. Harry explained that his brother chose a cruel way to tell him. Harry said, “You could have been kind and gentle. The first time I called you could have said, 'I am sorry. Pretty got out and she is stuck on the roof.' Then next time we talked you could have said you couldn’t get her down and she is sick. Then just before I was headed home you could have told me she died peacefully in her sleep.”
Harry’s brother agreed and said he was a bit insensitive. An awkward moment passed and Harry asked, “How’s mom?”
His brother replied, “She’s on the roof."
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Fight to Change and Glory in Your Transformation
I have crawled my way into this cocoon bound on every side. I was born into this world and this family. I had no choice. I am closed off and sealed shut. I could die here like others have or just sleep. I want to pretend that I am happy wrapped away from all harm in the arms of this suffocating thread. Somewhere deep inside I hear a voice say, “Fight!” I could ignore it’s beckoning but the calls ignite a spark of life deep inside my cold body. It is primal. If I listen I have a chance. I can be all I have been designed to be and no longer held back by these walls. My arms and legs are bound up tight extenuating my inability to resist my captive hold. I wiggle. I scoot. The movement creates the friction necessary to warm this cold place and causes me to feel what my liberation may bring. I feel alive again. I scrape and fight. As I dedicate myself to my freedom I have moments when my body and mind grow weary. I stop to rest but keep my ears attentive to the call to continue my battle. It beckons me again, “Fight!” I wiggle and feel an extremity reach out into the liberty beyond this tomb. The hairs on my arm seem to rise to meet the vast expanse which now surrounds my limb. For the first time a portion of the new me is revealed. It is invigorating. It is motivating. Endless moments within the hands of time slip by as I attempt to fully escape this hold. I Fight. I rest and I fight again. I never give up until I find myself totally free. I watch the lump of tangled relationships fall to the ground as I spread my wings far beyond and touch the outer limits of myself. These new found vehicles of independence did not existed before I rested in my captivity. They grew as I became aware of my own ability. A breeze gently blows under my velvet wings lifting my six legs off of the oak branch on which they rested. I feel myself soaring in the sun and look to see other’s like me beginning their journey into the air of independence.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Being Faithful
“Where were you last night,” he asked with his cold dark stare while his body was collapsed on 
the king size bed. I ignored his questioning at first by smiling and rustling my fingers in his hair just like I always do when he gives me the cold shoulder. This always seems to soften him up but not tonight. He did not budge. He just watched me with his eyes, accusing and punishing me for treating him as if he was insignificant. I began to undress out of my work clothes like I usually do. I removed my blouse, began to slip out of my skirt and stopped. Slowly turning back to him I said, “Do you want to say something?” He just stared. I let out a puff which could have been interpreted as a smirk, pulled my skirt back up and walked into the bathroom to change without the heat of his gaze.
I splashed some water on my face and stopped to look at myself in the mirror. “What is wrong with you?” I ask myself while outlining the wrinkles which showed the lack of sleep my body was wearing. I completed my nightly routine then walked past him into the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of milk to help me relax then I noticed the present I had bought for him two days before still sitting on the counter. I walked back into the room leaned against the door frame and let out a sigh. I held the modest peace offering behind my back. He did not flinch. I sat on the edge of the bed, leaned down close to his face and softly asked, “Will this help?” I held up a twisted braid of cow-hide leather. He jumps to his feet, tips his lips up a little in the corner, takes the treat and hits me with his wagging tail as he heads to his corner of the bed for the night.
the king size bed. I ignored his questioning at first by smiling and rustling my fingers in his hair just like I always do when he gives me the cold shoulder. This always seems to soften him up but not tonight. He did not budge. He just watched me with his eyes, accusing and punishing me for treating him as if he was insignificant. I began to undress out of my work clothes like I usually do. I removed my blouse, began to slip out of my skirt and stopped. Slowly turning back to him I said, “Do you want to say something?” He just stared. I let out a puff which could have been interpreted as a smirk, pulled my skirt back up and walked into the bathroom to change without the heat of his gaze.I splashed some water on my face and stopped to look at myself in the mirror. “What is wrong with you?” I ask myself while outlining the wrinkles which showed the lack of sleep my body was wearing. I completed my nightly routine then walked past him into the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of milk to help me relax then I noticed the present I had bought for him two days before still sitting on the counter. I walked back into the room leaned against the door frame and let out a sigh. I held the modest peace offering behind my back. He did not flinch. I sat on the edge of the bed, leaned down close to his face and softly asked, “Will this help?” I held up a twisted braid of cow-hide leather. He jumps to his feet, tips his lips up a little in the corner, takes the treat and hits me with his wagging tail as he heads to his corner of the bed for the night.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Princess and Puddles
The delivery truck beeped as it backed into the mom and pop shoe store. One box was dropped on the ground waiting for the owner’s attention. He ripped open the box, checked the invoice and then grabbed a pair of shoes. They were a lovely pair of children’s black patent leathers with a rhinestone crown at the buckle. He let out a puff and buffed them on his worn flannel work shirt. Holding the shoes away from of him as he walked, he made his way to the front of the store. The shoes appeared regal emphasized by the way the owner carried them and how they luster in the stores lights. One could almost hear last season’s shoes shout, “Make way, make way for Princess Patty”. The shop owner walked straight to the window and brushed away some webs. He removed the sun faded Oxfords which were front and center. He then carefully placed Patty smack dab in the middle of the window on top of a red velvet box. The work shoes and garden clogs all leaned in a bit to get a glimpse of the new bejewel flats. Patty did not bother to acknowledge any of the peons which seemed to grovel below her. She thought she was suppose to go to Neiman Marcus or Nordstrom and was a little disgusted to be displayed in this insignificant store. “I am designed for lace and galas not for the likes of those that shop here,” She mumbled to herself. She looked down at Ked and then smugly lifted her left heal to prop it on the back of the right thus giving Ked a cold sole.
It had not been five minutes when a limousine pulled up to the window and out stepped a little girl with bouncy curls in her hair. Patty seemed to shine a more radiant shine knowing this was just the type of girl for which she was created. She spoke down to Penny, a brown loafer resting below her, and said, “Here comes my ride. We knew I would never be here long.” Sure enough the girl walked right up to the window and pointed at Patty. Patty was center stage and made sure all those around her knew it. A man in a black suit came in and said, "I would like to buy the black shoes in the window in a size three for Madame Missy." The shop owner walked up to the window snatching up Patty while explaining he had just received these less than five minutes ago. He held the shoes out for the gentleman who looked at Madame Missy. She was already removing her pristine white satin sandals when she said, "Pay the man. I want them now!" The little girl grabbed the shoes out of the owners hand and crammed her foot into them without unfastening the buckle. Money was exchanged and Madame Missy abandoned her white shoes there on the floor. The man with the black suit opened the door for the young girl and she ran outside. She stood still for a moment admiring Patty which was now securely placed on each foot. Patty could only imagine the lush carpets at the mansion, the marble floors at the museums and the daily buffing the maid would surely provide. The little girl lifted her eyes scanned the sidewalk to the right and then turning her head left. Her eyes opened a bit more and she let out a squeal. She had noticed a puddle positioned just under the shoe store window. Ked, Penny and even the Oxfords nearly had their toes against the glass as they watch the girl with Patty on her feet. With bouncing curls and loud squealing Madame Missy ran up to the widow. She lifted both feet simultaneously off the ground and was throwing herself with Patty attached feet first into the two-by-two sidewalk lake. She landed square into the center of the puddle making muddy water splash on the window, on her dress and all over Patty’s lovely shine. All the shoes seemed to hold their breath and lean back to avoid the mess flung in their direction. The loops in the laces were big and round. Their tongue gaped open in ah. No one moved. Then Penny looked over at Ked giving a nudge she said, “Long live the Queen.”
It had not been five minutes when a limousine pulled up to the window and out stepped a little girl with bouncy curls in her hair. Patty seemed to shine a more radiant shine knowing this was just the type of girl for which she was created. She spoke down to Penny, a brown loafer resting below her, and said, “Here comes my ride. We knew I would never be here long.” Sure enough the girl walked right up to the window and pointed at Patty. Patty was center stage and made sure all those around her knew it. A man in a black suit came in and said, "I would like to buy the black shoes in the window in a size three for Madame Missy." The shop owner walked up to the window snatching up Patty while explaining he had just received these less than five minutes ago. He held the shoes out for the gentleman who looked at Madame Missy. She was already removing her pristine white satin sandals when she said, "Pay the man. I want them now!" The little girl grabbed the shoes out of the owners hand and crammed her foot into them without unfastening the buckle. Money was exchanged and Madame Missy abandoned her white shoes there on the floor. The man with the black suit opened the door for the young girl and she ran outside. She stood still for a moment admiring Patty which was now securely placed on each foot. Patty could only imagine the lush carpets at the mansion, the marble floors at the museums and the daily buffing the maid would surely provide. The little girl lifted her eyes scanned the sidewalk to the right and then turning her head left. Her eyes opened a bit more and she let out a squeal. She had noticed a puddle positioned just under the shoe store window. Ked, Penny and even the Oxfords nearly had their toes against the glass as they watch the girl with Patty on her feet. With bouncing curls and loud squealing Madame Missy ran up to the widow. She lifted both feet simultaneously off the ground and was throwing herself with Patty attached feet first into the two-by-two sidewalk lake. She landed square into the center of the puddle making muddy water splash on the window, on her dress and all over Patty’s lovely shine. All the shoes seemed to hold their breath and lean back to avoid the mess flung in their direction. The loops in the laces were big and round. Their tongue gaped open in ah. No one moved. Then Penny looked over at Ked giving a nudge she said, “Long live the Queen.”
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