TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

‘Whats a birthday celebration without photos thought lost in the past?’
Una at some age less than six months. The woman holding her for the photo is wearing the traditional national dress of the Czech Republic, i.e. red, down-filled quilted jacket. She is smiling in the background. Una is resting her chest and forelegs on the woman’s left hand, her paws showing light beige (Una’s, not the woman’s) in color, Una’s expression is one of less than total enjoyment.

 

Isn’t it funny how words and expressions can change meaning with time? I’m currently trying to write this on my phone and, for whatever reason, the expression popped into mind, ‘ (he is) all thumbs’. I kinda know why that thought occurred to me, as my texting skills are totally what we used to refer to as ‘hunt an peck’. In any event, I remembered that proper texting technique involves the use of both thumbs, hence the thought of ‘all thumbs’. The continuation of the thought that meanings change was inevitable. (then: ‘Why, the poor dear tries so hard but is all thumbs’; now: ‘yow, look at her text, girls all thumbs’). I trust that’s what the ‘young’ people might say. For some reason I’m not always included in their peer conversations.

Where was I? I know! I know! This is the TToT.

This is a bloghop. People write posts, (on their respective blog), and link them to the post the Josie sets up each and every week. This allows ‘one-stop’ reading and given the theme, gratitude (its appreciation, recognition and sharing) it makes for very enlightening reading.

Thanks as always to Josie Two Shoes for her dedication and hard work in making this ‘hop experience both simple and seamless.

‘Colorful stripes and curious dogs’
Phyllis giving Una her birthday presents. They are in a gift bag, (as opposed to individually wrapped, as Una had already eaten breakfast).
The bag in on the left edge of the center of the photo. It shows as a rectangle (on end) held at the top by two very red strings for a handle. The bag has horizontal stripes from top top bottom and looks like an astronomers spectrum analysis (provide the astronomer was 5 years old and just discovered Crayola Centuri).
Una is on her couch. And leaning forward to check out the bag with her primary senses, i.e. her nose is a quarter in from the bag (to explore the contents), her ears are up (in case it’s alive) and her eyes are totally on Phyllis. A happy and alert dog on her birthday.

“A young dog opening presents.’
Deciding which of the toys to pull our of the bag first.

‘Autumns birthday cake’
A photo of the side yard. The lower half (landscape perspective) is of the lawn, which for reasons related to shade, runs from a splotchy dark green on the left, fading to a worn-carpet beige as it leaves our view on the right.
The top half of the photo is of the pine woods. The nearest pine trees are showing with their branches shooting upwards at an angle to the trunk, like a stop-action fireworks display with green gun powder. There is a gap in the trees in the center that leads to Phyllis’ tree house.
The center of the photo is the birthday cake. There is circle of ferns about twenty feet across. The edges show darker than the center and add to the sense of a disc. The color ranges from green to a diluted mustard-yellow with some brown-trying-real-hard-to-look-red. The edge nearest has shadows and make you think of the upwards-curling-over of frosting around the top edge of a cake.

2) Una’s birthday today, she’s 7 (or maybe 49 or …56.) Nah, she’s seven years old because that’s how long she’s been a part of the family. The time from being born to showing up with her driver* I believe is about 6 months.

3) * ‘what’s this about having a driver?’  Glad you asked!

4) * This would be Una (actually, in this photo, she would be more properly address as ‘Balla’, her Czech name), more than likely at the airport in Frankfort Germany. She flew from the Czech Republic to Boston, (via Frankfort), She was driven to our house from Boston.

5) and since we’re on the subject of hypo-grata**..   abusive games that a certain element of society inflicts on the young and the clarks…. musical chairs!  totally awful game meant to amuse scotts, re-assure rogers and remind clarks that they’re Outsiders (like they need the reminder).

6) Hey, ho! New project in the woods and it involves…. moving earth from one place to another! Very excited about the coming week (or two, depending on weather). We’re constructing a new path in the woods that will allow Una and Phyllis to walk down to the pond from a different direction. My part is to create an earthen ramp to compensate for a point in the path where the land rises too quickly. More to follow.

7) ‘Home and Heart‘ I continue to write the story at a markedly variable rate of production. It is very much a learning experience.

8) the Gravity Challenge… the crew, Val and May and Joy and Kristi all be sending in photographic evidence of how big a crush the center of the earth has on each of us. Every single morning except for Sunday. Come on by. It’s fun and beneficial, if altering the number on your scale is an item of interest.

9) ‘This Space Available’ ***

10) Secret Rule 1.3

 

*** How cool is the attitude towards lists of Ten Items that Josie encourages? (Well, since you asked), if you’re out there and reading this, maybe a friend mentioned a bloghop where people write about their week and their lifes and offer some really positive insights and you’re thinking, ‘Sounds like fun and I’d love to participate but I only have one thing I can think of at the moment.’  Well, problem solved! Send in your Item of Thankful (by comment would be easiest) and I’ll set it right there at Number 9!)

‘This way to entrance! Step right up, don’t be shy! Fun and adventure await on the other side of this little virtual curtain.’

 

Share

Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine-

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

 

This is where we write stories of no more and no less than six sentences in length. The topic or subject or theme to use, reference, relate, or ‘have something to do with’, being the week’s prompt word. At least in the writer’s mind, lol.

This week, zoe has chosen ‘SPIRIT’ as the prompt word.

 

“…two-thirds of the angels obeyed God. The one-third that refused, and chose to follow the rebellious Lucifer, were cast into hell. Some of these demons are allowed to take their hell with them and roam the earth.”

Intended as an ecumenical nod to the ubiquitous trappings of Halloween, the visiting priest, in his ambition to sneak some catechism into the last period assembly at St. Dominique’s, imparted a certain credence, at least in the minds of a few overly imaginative children, to the notion that God allowed demons to roam the earth.

“…and the coroner’s report actually said: ‘the boy’s body was un-harmed, but his spirit was dead’. Scientists are still studying the corpse,” Billy, his voice as deep as pre-pubescent vocal cords would permit, stepped down between the accordion’d doors behind Peggy LeMay and Nancy Richardson; the sole remaining passenger watched the three sixth graders briefly glow red as the bus driver tapped his brakes and continued up the country road.

“Not funny, Billy!” Charles Lafferty yelled, hoping his tone of voice would make everything funny instead of creepy; he knew on a very primitive level that things being funny was sometimes critically important. The old school bus’ brakes squealed suddenly and the ten-year-old regretted blithely assuring his parents that he was quite capable of getting his own dinner and even joked that he would leave the porch light on for them, grossly under-estimating how dark a rainy Thursday afternoon could be.

Charles walked up the long driveway, eyes desperately avoiding anything other than the ground immediately under his next step, and fought the urge to look up, knowing that the dark house with it’s empty windows was staring patiently, as he approached.

Share

TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine- (un-numbered, photo-centric and all over the place… but, still Ten Things)

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

Better look to the bottom of the post for this image to make any sense, at all.

1897 Image by © Bettmann/CORBIS

 

  • Josie
  •   TToT
  •   photos
  • (Fred)
  • oh yeah, 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9

‘A playground of giant Lindy pens, blue plastic bottle caps and bubblegum-pink slide’
A pastel schoolyard. Swings and rings, climbing castles and a table and benches under a dark blue canopy.
The sand is the color of a beach that’s just a little too far from the water. The wall of trees and bushes look like a green castle wall.

 

‘A ancient barge stranded on land’.
Perhaps following a storm, or maybe due to the captain’s inattention, the sea has retreated, a once far-roaming ship rests, land-bound on a tired foundation.
It now tries to find purpose and value as a building.’

‘A view of a horizon so distant it bends under its length, sinking down to the far side of the world’

 

‘A glass shield guards the entrance to a church. The altar at the far end is lit from behind, the internal space, with curved-ribs showing above, looks like a boat turned upside down. When the faithful gather, this vast hull, fashioned to carry them above the depthless water, now prevents direct access to heaven.’

Weddings and Receptions and the Doctrine, oh my.

Next to airport terminal, there surely is no more  enjoyable a place to observe people, (through our favorite perspective, the Wakefield Doctrine), than a wedding reception. Phyllis and I were at Table 10 which was on the outer edges of the main concentration of tables in the banquet hall. It was perfect. We could see the whole room from where we sat, without having to turn in our chairs.

 

Speaking of weddings and churches and such. While not inclined towards organized religions, my people* are adept at appreciating both ceremony and demonstrations of faith. So I’ll take advantage of the apparent theme of this week’s post to provide a lead-in for my favorite gospel singer, Fred Hammond.

*  you know, clarks**

** lol no, you’re correct.That footnote was not intended for clarks… rather for scotts and rogers.  Were there any scotts at our table? I’ll say. Actually it was rather interesting. We had one scott at the beginning. He talked and charmed and entertained and had a good time, (how could he do otherwise, as scotts are self-narrating). Then, lo and behold, the couple that came to complete our table? A scott and a clark. (male scott, female clark). The two scotts conferred and dealt (privately) with the matter of hunting rights and worked it out in typical scottian fashion, i.e. they took turns. (no! really! read your Doctrine!) They both roamed the room, the majority of their time spent apart. The dominant scott got to spend the greater time at our table. The clark that accompanied the scott was delightful. She was an example of why sometimes, including yesterday, I will turn to a close confidant, Phyllis, in this case, and ask, in total sincerity: “You’d tell me, if this Wakefield Doctrine, clarks, scotts and rogers thing was simply a projected figment of my imagination, wouldn’t you? Do you see the way she’s pressing her lips, rather than smiling, putting her hand in front of her face too often, laughing but turning away…. that’s not just me, right?”

10) Secret Rule 1.3 which states, in part, ‘the completion of items (be they photos or videos, music or poetry) that feels like at least Ten Items and are totally things you are grateful for, can, in and of itself, be counted as an Item. Tradition holds that this item be the final, deca-ulitmate1 Item in a given list. And… also if Una is mentioned.2

 

 

Come on! Join us… a bunch ‘a people we haven’t seen in a while are there!

1) not a ‘real’ word

2) or whatever life form of your preference

Share

Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine-

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

The blog is Six Sentence Story. The host is zoe. The prompt word is ‘FLUID’

 

The darkness is not the worst thing.

When I try to remember how I came to be here it’s like trying to tie frozen laces with fingers numb from the cold and you have to use the muscles in your arm to move your fingers; I know there was a time when I was not here, then pain, followed by being moved and finally, falling.

But the lack of knowing is not the worst thing.

I can feel something above me pressing down without touching, it started, before I knew I had a memory, with a dull booming sound, then it stopped.

But the silence is not the worst thing.

It’s not cold and it’s not warm, my skin and the air are in harmony, I feel the rising fluid only because one (countless) hair is gently pushed against the next, a shapeless folding close in a relentless caress, I can’t tell if it is blood or water; knowing that one might be of unlimited supply and the other is definitely not, that is the worst thing.
FLUID* FLUID* FLUID* FLUID* FLUIDFLUID

Share

TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

‘A wooden dock and a salt pond’
(The reluctant darkness of inner Earth, freed for a day’s holiday, wrestles with the sun) A newer dock extends from shore out into clear, sky-relfecting water. You can tell it’s new(er) because the planks running horizontally up the dock are varying shades of green. The dock ‘recedes’ into the center of the photo and is bracketed by four square pilings, each topped with white ‘deca-something’ shaped caps. (They come to a point, the four sides of the post/pilings easily seen in the photo).
The salt pond fills the lower-center of the photo. Across the center a distant edge of land runs from left to right and divides the sea from the sky. This day there is less difference between the two than usual. The sky is filled with soft-mountains, in shades of white-almost-clear at the top of the scene down to dark as night, the weight of the clouds turning them into ‘almost earth’ at the bottom.

Before we begin, acknowledgments and shoutouts. First among acknowledgements would be Josie Two-Shoes, our host and safe-harbor provider. The blog invites all to share those elements, aspects, parts and sections of daily life that inspires and/or causes us to feel grateful. Pretty simple, isn’t it? Well, no, not necessarily. There are those among us who, while certainly recognizing the valuable and positive effects of such an exercise, might be inclined to think, ‘oh, man. suppose I can’t think of enough things or…or, maybe they really aren’t grateful things. And it’s up there for everyone to see.’ Not to worry. Two words: Book of Secret Rules (aka Secret Book of Rules). It is not a ‘part’ of the theme, it’s more a consensus among participants that, while every group activity has some level of rules, or direction or guidelines, the spirit of this exercise is the only critical element. The spirit of good intent. The BoSR/SBoR allows that anything goes provided the person claiming it’s imprimatur lets us know how much they enjoy it.

The primary photo was taken ‘at work’ today. Tell me that that doesn’t get me at least 3 Grats

  1. I have the opportunity to go to the shore, beach, and other water-related places in the course of doing my job
  2. Clients of long-standing, by definition, people I enjoy spending the time with
  3. Variety in the character and nature of the requirements and demands of the business I’ve chosen, (a line from Godfather I*)

Una and Phyllis

  1. Phyllis for providing the concrete in which I can anchor my more ethereal nature, like not using a wobbly table when attempting to build a really tall house of cards
  2. Una for being a role model for how to get the most from life and
  3. (deal) with the stresses that are a by-product of Item 3

Writing (‘Home and Heart’ and ‘Almira’) because of the things I come across in the process… take this story of Jesus and the Samaritan woman at the well (please!) I found my way to that story as part of the exploring process to discovering where Sister Cletus was born (in central Croatia, around 1936). This part of learning to write surely warrants two mentions

  1. seeing paintings and photos that signify the reality of tales and stories that form the warp and woof of human history and culture. the sense of beauty (or horror) it might evoke in one person is not as critical as the fact that it becomes part of what people hold true down through the ages. The factual or imaginary elements have little or no significance, at least to one who believes in the power of perspective. That a (talented) person went to the trouble to paint the painting and it has survived and been enjoyed (for reasons esthetic and religious) says that it’s real.
  2. learning about things that are/were/could-again-be as awful as singularly expressed in the second photo, which (to my dismay), was a real thing.

‘Christus und die Samariterin am Brunnen’
Maria Anna Angelika Kauffmann RA (30 October 1741 – 5 November 1807)

 

 

Sisak children’s concentration camp was a concentration camp during World War II, set up by the Croatian Ustaše government for Serbian, Jewish and Romani children. The camp was located in Sisak, Croatia.

 

9) whoa, getting a little heavy here, for a gratitude blog hop. But I will leave my items in place. While there can be no denying the horror of the potential heights to which man’s inhumanity to man can soar, it exists, side by side with the good.

10) SR 1.3

 

*  Godfather I scene with Hyman Roth and Michael Corleone

(man, talk about the weird paths one encounters when writing stuff. As has been my practice of late, I’m going to include a music vid. The basis of its inclusion is the same as it’s always been, whatever is stuck in my head at the moment. the only effective way to get it to stop is to pass it along. ….you’re welcome)

 

Click here and join us.

Share