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

specifically (or contemporaneously), I’m in the warm-up phase of our weekly attempt to tell a story using only Six Sentences. Every Thursday zoe charges us all with this task and provides the ‘prompt word’. Although how prompted I am at the moment, (5:39 pm Wednesday at my office), is open to interpretation. But, since you’re here…. would you like to see some etchings?

ah! memories of the ambitious dreams of youth! who doesn’t remember those days…. (I’m thinking mid-teens to 20’s  aka  ‘adolescence to ‘enough already, grow up!’)  It is, at the moment, an archetypical setting, the beginnings of a dark and stormy night. For what it’s worth, night has never really held any particular terror for me…. 3 to 4 am, now that’s another matter, entirely. There is no time of the day more inimical  to the sane and normal human than 3:00 am.

Lets see what the prompt is for this Thursday!   cleave.

…cleave.

that’s just great, well, my track record is well established, normal everyday words like, bread and change  those words come back, on a Thursday morning, hung with the strange psycho-socio-geo-logical detritus, like seaweed on a half-eaten cod fish, lying in the frozen sand of February beach, I can just imagine what kind of broken fingernail scratches will be the result of a word like cleave! Non-Spoiler Alert!!!! I tried, believe me when I say this, I tried to find a handhold. an open window in the cultural reference edifice that would let me include ‘Leave it to Beaver’… but, no, nothin!  damn!

“You know I love you, Orel,”  for Theresa Carloni, this moment represented the essence of the love/hate relationship that God seemed to secretly maintain for his most beloved of creations, the human race. That two people are the elemental unit upon which families, groups, religions, cultures, societies and, ultimately human civilization is built, is difficult to contest, that the divisions among these higher associations are emotionally expressed by their constituency is equally without doubt.

‘It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him an help meet for him.’ is what I’ve been taught since before I learned to think,” for Orel Rees, the gulf that existed between his way of life and that of the girl he loved, was a challenge to understand, rather than an admonition to respect and suffer, with the dubious honor of thoughtless obedience.

“I’m a girl from a large Italian family, which means I’m a Catholic girl, and our Church is the true Church,” Theresa refused to believe that God was so small as to make permanent, the distinctions that separated one religion from another.

‘Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh’, is how I was taught a family is formed,” Orel Rees, an engineer by training and disposition, smiled and saw a connection.

Hey! our parents? lets see them argue with,  “…whatever God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.”