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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

This is the weekly bloghop wherein our host, Kristi, invites one and all to share the people, places and things that have elicited a sense of gratitude. Pretty simple, isn’t it? As friend of the Doctrine, Cynthia has been known to say, “Come on, you have it within to let the worries and stresses of the world fall to the ground, even if only for a moment. Let yourself embrace the peace.”*

Here at the TToT, Kristi provides an environment that is both welcoming and non-judgemental. The title says, ‘Ten Things of Thankful’ so new participants have a sense of the format, but we also have something, I totally believe makes this ‘hop even more fun, to wit, a Book of Secret Rules (aka Secret Book of Rules). Did someone just say ‘Example’ in a passable Samuel Jackson? Thank you, I will! One Secret Rule states “…[t]he inclusion of a full explanation of anything cited in the introduction of a Grat List, may be used as an Item of (said) list, provided reasonable effort is made to achieve coherency as commonly established in such media…”(SBoR/BoSR Chapter 8 Section 9 para 71 subsection 87)

Well, then, lest we lose any new Readers, let’s get this list started.

1) Temporarily displacing Una and Phyllis: the temperature (see photo at top of post). Very not winter today.

2) Phyllis for having the faith and the will to not only weather storms, but to improve the shelter she provides even in the midst of raging winds and pelting rain.

3) Una (see photo below)

Ever the proper host

4) the Book of Secret Rules (aka the Secret Book of Rules) this little un-marked shortcut on the road to TToT-ville is the ultimate in rhetorical license. If you need to make an exception in your list (too long or too short or, say, a post of nothing but videos)…cite the Rule and you’re home free. (And, yes, the BoSR/SBoR has a chapter on just this matter.)

5) the Wakefield Doctrine (see Items 2, 3, 4 and pretty much all other than #1)

6) Almira excerpt (Backstory: Frederick is the COO for the Essex Corporation which owns all the textile mills in Lawrence Massachusetts in 1911. He oversaw operations during the time of the Bread and Roses Strike. (A real and fascinating page in the history of the labor movement in this country.)

The Hammond Street Presbyterian Church

Frederick Prendergast III and his wife Constance walked across the Lawrence Town Common on a deceptively mild December morning. So moderate was the weather, Frederick decided he and the family would forgo the carriage and, instead, walk to church.

In 1848, the Essex Corporation gifted the town of Lawrence with 17 acres of vacant land for use as the town Common. Along the four streets that bordered this greenery, were: churches (in a variety of denominations), City Hall, the public library, (complete with Greco-Roman columns), and a row of imposing private homes.

As Frederick and his wife stepped past the tall oak doors of the Hammond Street Presbyterian Church, snow fell from above, released from the grip of overhanging branches by the warming temperatures. Marked by a discreet brass plaque, Frederick and his wife stepped to the first row; nanny Grace Byrne sat with the twins in the second of the Prendergast pews.

After placing his overcoat on the bench to his left, Frederick helped his wife with her coat. As he did so, he noticed, just above her ear, three snowflakes clinging to her white-blonde hair. Smiling to himself, he thought, Well, snowflakes, you have found the one safe place to come to rest. Given my dear wife’s disposition you may well leave this church with all your frozen beauty intact!

“What is it, Frederick?” Constance, glancing up from folding her gloves, looked at her husband.

“Nothing, my dear, just thinking how lovely you look this morning.”

Glancing back at her two sons, Constance sent a hummingbird smile towards her husband, her eyes flickered with the hint of hope and uncertainty.

Frederick sat back in the pew as upright as his starched-white collar. He showed no signs of the chafing discomfit he endured. He pulled and re-positioned his collar, somehow conveying an overwhelming sense of self-satisfaction in his dress. Following on the motion of hand to neck, Frederick surveyed the congregation. He nodded to those for whom his attendance was significant and made a note of those absent.

The polite tone of a bell interrupted the low murmur of the parishioners at precisely 11:00 am. Dressed in a traditional Geneva gown, white preaching-tabs interrupting the solemnity of the black cassock, Minister Allyn Montrose stared out into the congregation. Frederick glanced around, seeing the uncertainty, like an un-expected breeze, ruffle the patient expressions on the faces of those sharing the front row of pews.

“This blessed December Sunday, our Sermon will begin with Matthew 25:14–30,”

Elder Allyn Montrose, began his first Sermon,

“The ‘Parable of the Talents’ is one of the most direct expressions of God’s love for his creations. It offers the clearest lessons of the Bible. Teaching, those able to learn, everything about responsibility and opportunity; it removes any doubt that God helps those who help themselves.

Our community is as blessed as the First Servant in today’s parable. He accepted the Talents and turned them into many. As we leave Church this morning, let us look about us, at the city and its people. God puts an abundance of opportunity within reach of those with the will to take it. Let us all resolve to work hard so that, by increasing the holdings of one, the potential for further opportunities will increase.”

The last to leave, Frederick Prendergast III, his wife at his side, shook Allyn Montrose’s hand and with a half-smile of approval said, “Reverend, your Sermon today fills me with hope for this city. We have both accepted the responsibility to guide the less fortunate and encourage them to contribute to the greater good.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed my sermon, Mr. Prendergast. Men like you and companies like the Essex Corporation help bring people to these doors. I trust we will both live up to the trust that others have in us.”

7) Sunday Supplement (SR 3.2 “…while in the process of supplementing (an) already published TToT post, should a song fragment, melody line or chorus from an immortal earworm establish itself, it (the application of this rule) permits adding to the current post. Medically-speaking, the principle of “si hoc in aliis maybe adepto in capite, quod youll ‘adepto ex meum” )

8) THIS SPACE AVAILABLE (For anyone ‘on the fence’ about linking a post. Send in a Grat Item and I’ll post it here. See what it looks like in the bright lights!)

9) something something

10) SR 1.3 (from the BoSR/SBoR that says, in part, “… the completing of nine items in an [I]ntended list of ten constitutes a legitimate item for (said) list and, in fact, with no further qualifications can be considered, a priori, the tenth and final item in (said) list.

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*  full Disclosure, Cynthia may not have used exactly those words, in the particular order. That being said and  without feeling in any way compelled to employ an auxiliary ibid(s) or even op. cits. I’ll totally attribute the underlying sentiment to her.

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

Denise hosts the bloghop, the Six Sentence Story each week. And, each week, she provides a prompt word which we are invited to use as the core of our stories.

Going to my noir-WIP ‘The Case of the Missing Starr’ for this week’s Six.

This week, the prompt word is:

Flash

“Got a news flash for you, buddy”, Lou Ceasare must’ve liked the guy because he remained behind the bar; the well-dressed man nodded and didn’t seem overly concerned.

I’ve seen my friend, (and owner of the Bottom of the Sea Strip Club and Lounge), vault the polished mahogany with only one hand as pivot point, from a standing start. He was like a tall Olga Korbut …provided she could bench press 350 and had perfect record of acquittal on manslaughter raps.

When he walked into the lounge-side of the club, I heard the him ask the hostess, ‘if the owner of the establishment was available’, which immediately made him ‘not from around here’. He had an accent, a subtle Slavic tendency to subjugate hardworking letters like ‘W’ and ‘T’; he was blond, expensively dressed and looked like the spokesperson from the Mannheim School of Business.

“And if you ask any of my customers that question, I’ll kick your Savoy Row ass out the door faster than you can say ‘EMT’, capiche?”

 

 

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

It the Weekend. So we’re putting together a post to link up with Kristi and them. (Kristi is the host of the TToT bloghop and works hard to make this place all kinds of inviting and available and such)

1) Phyllis who took the photo above from her Mini on a un-seasonable day a few weeks ago.

2) Una who always rides shotgun

3) automobiles… cause they constitute a subset of reality that really is closer to the secret of the universe than many of us appreciate.*

4) Excerpt from ‘Almira’ Backstory: Almira’s husband, Sterling has returned from the war (WWI) to the family home in Providence RI. Even though the bandages have been removed, not all wounds completely heal. Sterling’s family was wealthy enough to warrant a domestic staff. Heading this staff was Edward Fenton. He served the Gulch family as butler since before Sterling can remember. (In the book Sterling is always First Person POV)

Almira came into our bedroom and asked if I wouldn’t like to come downstairs and join her in the garden. Cursing myself, I replied, “Maybe in a bit.”

I remained silent as she stood at the bedroom door. Hurt, insufficiently hidden in her face, echoed the self-loathing that bloomed in my mind. The silence grew and became, as silence between two people sometimes does, something monstrous and destructive, feeding on unspoken fears.

“All right, Sterling. I’ll be down in the library if you want to join me.”

She walked out, closing the bedroom door which made the hateful voice inside me almost rabid with angry glee… She closed the door? Now, even if you considered leaving here, you have to get up and open the door yourself. And when you do that, you admit that you’re the jerk. What the hell does she think she’s doing?

There was a knock on the door. Before I could get up, I heard Edward speaking through the door. “Begging Mr. Gulch’s pardon, may I speak freely?”

I decided to play along. To be honest, I didn’t want to think. To think was to give that part of my mind a chance to pull me farther into the depths, so I said, “Of course, Edward.”

“You need to get out of the goddamn bed. Sir. Go and suffer in the bathroom, if you must, then get yourself downstairs to your wife. You may believe your scars and memories diminish you as a man; she does not. She does not give in to her own demons. Demons, I might add, that we all must contend with.”

He opened the door and stood staring at me. I looked back at him.

Edward appeared to be as old as my father. However, there was something in the way he carried himself that made me think of ancient Sparta. Not that his appearance was anything more than that of a tall, thin, older gentleman’s gentleman. It showed more in the deliberateness of his movements than in any overt demonstration of strength. He was one of those men that strangers might describe as cold and aloof. He was anything but, however, I’ve known him since I was a young boy. Whenever my father had a problem that no one could help him solve, in the end, Edward would be there.

“I trust you won’t think I’m being impertinent, sir. You should to go to your wife, she needs you more than she will ever say. The work she’s done in the two years you’ve been away has taken it’s toll on her. Quite a remarkable woman. You, if I may say so, have the potential of becoming a remarkable man. She deserves nothing less.”

I got up, the voracious despair faded out, perhaps just for the moment, but it was enough for me to move out of the room I had imprisoned myself in for the last six months, “Anything in particular I should know about the time I’ve been away, Edward?”

“Nothing you don’t already know, sir.”

I saw what I believed was a look of approval and felt as I had when I won my first medal in high school track. As I walked past, he said, “There was a policeman here last year, from Lawrence, Massachusetts. He struck me as the kind of man who, although not dangerous on his own, when directed by people he is indebted to, can be rather troublesome. Captain Herlihy was his name. I do not trust him.”

I stopped and looked at him. There was a subtle change in his facial expression. Beyond any doubt, Edward, for all of his proper manners, had a lethal side that would stop at nothing to protect those given to his care.

“Thank you, Edward.”

“Certainly, sir.”

5) Six Sentence Story… like homework that you don’t mind doing.

6) * well, if you insist. Having a car is to be in motion, external elements of the world in a state of constant (and continual) change, although never losing their basic character. The familiar and the constant are experienced through the prism (or lens, if you prefer) of factors such as the velocity of the car, the weather outside, the time of day. The result is a unique experience. Sure, you drive the same route everyday. We get that the geography remains pretty much the same each trip. Each ride, though, is a different section of the life you lead. (Thanx and a ‘tip o the hat’** to Heraclitus and the gang)

7) ** way, way old cultural reference. Pat Brockett might remember the comic strip, but hardly anyone else.

8) THIS SPACE AVAILABLE (for anyone interested in participating in this ‘hop but can’t quite bring themselves to hit ‘Publish’. Send it in as a comment and see how it looks on a list.)

9) Two words: Daylight Savings Time.  (booyah!)

10) Secret Rule 1.3. (Inquire within. Really a good thing. Nothing bad or scary. Really!)

 

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

Rhode Island College, Providence RI

 

Six Sentence Story is the bloghop

Denise is the host.

Point is: write a story employing the week’s prompt word that is six words, sentences* exactly, in length.

Novel

Selecting a decent-sized piece among the chalk that lay, like polar core samples, in the aluminum tray at the front of the classroom, the man turned away from the room full of college students. His age showed more in his fashion choices than anything else; tweed and leather elbow-patches illustrating the divide of time between middle-aged man and the students awaiting his 24th semester’s Creative Writing 101.

Ignoring the plastic clatter of laptops and heart-beeps of fingers on phones, he listened to the whispered conspiracy between white chalk and blackboard. A smile in his mind semaphored, ‘Write ‘Oxymoron’ with a question mark and a slew of arrows every which way!’ The voice of his department chairman, like an unfortunate smell at the pinnacle of a romantic moment intruded, ‘Being oddly funny does not enhance your chances for tenure, Carl.’

Trying out the title, ‘English-Professor-But-Not-the-Next-Orson Scott Card’, he frowned, then laughed and wrote, ‘The Novel’ (and underneath), ‘how hard can it be?’

 

 

*thanks to Denise for the post-post edit… although we’ve all heard the most famous of all flash stories (before, way before flash fiction) frequently attributed to Hemingway,  ‘For sale: Baby shoes, never worn.’  ayiee! To write such a Six!

 

 

 

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

Reprint Day!

But before we do, a brief word about the Wakefield Doctrine.

We mean it when we say, ‘all people are born possessed of the potential and capacity to experience the world as that of the of Outsider(clark), Predator(scott) or Herd Member(roger). We all, at quite an early age, settle into one (and only one) of these three and begin practice our style of relating ourselves to the world around us.’

The thing is, there is no ‘good’ personality type or ‘bad’ personality type. There isn’t even a ‘one worldview is superior to the other two worldviews’. Since we all start with all three (as potential) the only conclusion is that, if there were to be a goal of development, it would be to enhance the positive qualities of each and minimize the negative qualities. You know, a clark who doesn’t hide, a scott who isn’t always hungry or a roger who is naturally kind and selfless.

So, in keeping with the eternal duty to maintain a balanced perspective, this post about our herdly-friends, the rogers.

 

(from April 2015)

clarks think, scotts act and rogers feel

That tells you most of what you need to know to get started:

  • learning the Wakefield Doctrine
  • practicing the Wakefield Doctrine
  • (and, if you’re a clark,) benefitting from the use of the Wakefield Doctrine

so, while there’s a whole page here that will explain why it is that rogers behave the way that they do and what the world looks like from their perspective, lets just employ the ever-popular blogging device, ie.e “5 things you didn’t know about rogers and 3 things that you’d rather we didn’t feel the need to mention!”

  1. rogers live in a perfect world
  2. (if you’re a clark) rogers will see you before you see them and will have already made their decision
  3. rogers believe that they hate the way that they behave with other people, (but when you hear them apologize profusely, that is not one of those times)
  4. the person who introduces you to the day-to-day routine at the new job and uses the phrase ‘…we call this the bible’ ?  yeah they’re the roger you need to keep your eye on

and

  1. clarks are fond of rogers (but love scotts), scotts are fond of clarks (but love rogers) and rogers have an irresistible disdain for anyone who does not treat them badly on first encounter
  2. if you’re a clark, there is a way to deal with rogers when they, (the rogers) are being difficult but, although you, (the clark) are capable of achieving the necessary state of mind,  you cannot maintain it past the  situation that requires it (if you could, you’d be a scott)
  3. all rogers know that the world makes sense and is, at its essence, ‘good and sufficient’ and, (all rogers), seek to practice the perfect way to do something/anything/all things and, they will try to achieve this by reading history (which can be the books of a library or the fables of earlier people, the tradition of a family or the stories one person may pass on that describes those who came before)… the goal is to ….exemplify the (kind of/style of/belief in) behavior of those who history (to their reading) has conveyed honor upon.

…that plus! if we didn’t have rogers you would not want to have to fly from Newark to Biloxi in a plane designed and built by a scott!

  • jet airliners designed by scotts:  very fast with at least 5 or 6 engines (not necessarily required to get off the ground, but make them louder than frickin anything)
  • a part of the cabin has a basketball net/hockey/or batters box
  • the stewards would have to wear bathing suits… male or female  and they would carry those little air horn things (can of compressed air) to warn the unruly passengers or just in case they get bored
  • the flight deck would have windows that open, so the pilot could yell at passing jets

0r a clark:

  • instead of normal seats, there would be couches with pillows and quilts (that would have a disturbing tendency to slide around when the plane has to bank for final approach)
  • the stewardesses would be scotts and stewards would be rogers
  • there would be a bathroom-to-passenger ratio of nothing less than 1:2

…ok, enough silliness.

without rogers we would not have:

  • enduring and stable cultures
  • CPA level accounting
  • a judicial system
  • ships in bottles
  • civil war re-enacting
  • Carl Rogers
  • Fess Parker (aka Davy Crockett)
  • civil wars
  • most medical procedures (not involving surgery… that’s from you know who)
  • Aesop’s Fables
  • Mrs. O’Leary
  • Ken Burns
  • Shaker furniture
  • Bible/ Torah/ Quran/the Vedas/ Book of Mormon
  • Fabergé egg(s)
  • effective oncology

so if you are a roger, let me say, ‘Hey!! good work. Love the Sistine Chapel and the Spanish Inquisition. Tell us about how it used to be!’

 

…and, apropos of nothing (we trust), other than waking up with the song in my head:

…and to whoever said, “Dude, this is way more likely to resonant with a post about scotts.”? lol. send in your name and I promise a free DocTee the next time a do a run

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