Wednesday, December 16, 2009


Bertram and Belinda photo montage

Bertram was a very lonely. He would go from home to work and back home again without really talking to anyone. But he wanted to talk to someone. Bertram was just shy. He kept hoping the right someone would sort of find him and get the ball rolling. He figured he would be able to take it from there, he just didn’t think he could ever get the ball started.

Finally one day, Bertram’s ball came rolling his way. Belinda was sitting next to him at work for the first time that day. And Belinda was not shy. She immediately started to talk to Bertram asking him all about himself, where he had worked previously, and where he lived. Bertram was so enthralled with all this questioning, that just as he knew it would happen, it did. He had no problem answering Belinda’s questions. He was talking up, if not a storm, at least a high gust of wind. He couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow would bring.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Waiting for Mother’s Present

    Waiting for Mama's Present digita montage

    Christmas at the Simmons’s house was usually a very happy and slightly loud series of days that led up to The Big Day. Then the four girls, Jean, Barbara, Janet, and Beth would wake giggling at a very early hour and rush to open their stockings before the fireplace. Mother and Father would sit in their big chairs and sleepily watch while sipping their cups of coffee.

     Father always had the girls quieted down for breakfast. Then Mother made sure they all were dressed in their best for church. After the brisk walk home, through snow if they were lucky, the girls were all exited once again. It was a race to the door and then to the tree. It was time for presents! One by one the girls would open presents from all their relatives and each other. It was an unspoken rule that Mother’s present was always opened last. The girls could barely contain themselves to keep from opening Mother’s present as they opened scarves from Aunt Merle and pens from Cousin Joyce. There was a slip from Grandmother Braughton and a sweater from Grandmother Simmons. Finally it would be time to open the presents from Mother. Jean, Barbara, Janet, and Beth each thought Mother always picked out the best and most perfect gift for her.

     This year, things were different. Mother had been not feeling well since around Thanksgiving. The girls came to her room after school each day for a visit. Then they were gently pushed out by Aunt Merle who was staying with them. All the sisters sat in Jean’s room and quietly did their homework and talked about Mother. As Christmas approached, Aunt Merle decorated the house, but it didn’t look right to the girls. They didn’t say anything to the grownups, but fussed among themselves. The younger three would ask Jean everyday what was going to happen at Christmas with Mother being ill. Jean tried to say it would be all right, but she didn’t feel that way inside.

     Christmas day arrived and Jean, Barbara, Janet, and Beth tumbled down the stairs heading for the overflowing stockings. They were still laughing and exclaiming over each other’s little goodies when Aunt Merle came down the stairs. At that point, the sisters realized with some grief and confusion that their parents had not been in their usual places and the girls had been a bit indifferent to it in light of the stocking situation.

     The three younger sisters turned to Jean and Jean then turned to Aunt Merle. What could be keeping Mother and Father from this very important occasion? Aunt Merle informed them that their parents were away at the hospital. Before she could get out another word, the younger girls started to cry. Aunt Merle and Jean calmed them down. Aunt Merle was told by Mother that the sisters would have the best present ever if they just waited patiently. And that’s what she told Jean, Barbara, Janet, and Beth.

     So the waiting started. Each morning the sisters would stand down by the bottom of the staircase by the front door so they couldn’t possibly miss Mother coming home with the best present ever. Finally, four days after Christmas, while they waited once again at the foot of the staircase, Beth heard the keys in the front door. Father came in with Mother who was carrying a bundle in her arms. She sat down in a chair in the parlor next to the tree. Jean, Barbara, Janet, and Beth gathered around her. Mother, they noticed, looked pale but very happy. But they wanted to see this best ever present. Mother unwrapped the present. Mother said this is Jack. The girls were amazed. They looked at one another. Then all at once, Jean, Barbara, Janet, and Beth started laughing and talking and trying to hug their Mother, Father and Jack at the same time. It was decided that this was the best present ever and well worth waiting for. It was time for the Simmons’s Christmas to begin again.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Pete and Susie’s Sled Adventure

Pete and Susie"s Sled Adventure photo montage

    They didn’t know it that cold morning in 1939, but the mothers of Pete and Susie had just set them on a life long course of love and hate. The mothers merely thought they were putting their children together for a fun picture taking session and sled ride. And a getting to know the new neighbors day, of course.

    But the picture tells the whole story of 40 years of give and take, back and forth, I’m right, no I am. It seemed to start off alright. The mothers set them down on the sled. And right off the bat Pete was mad because Susie was at the front and she would get to do the steering. He of course should get to do that, he was the boy, and she was just a girl. So he yelled at his mother until she did something. Susie of course would not give up her seat to some boy. So the best Pet could get was sitting the backwards and pretending to steer. Boy was he mad.

    Over the years to come, Pete and Susie saw each other innumerable times. After all they lived next to each other, were only a year apart in school, and their families walked together to church. During the years they were growing up they had many arguments, large and small. But their families understood those to be transient, childhood problems. It was decided very early on as the parents became very close, that the children would obviously marry. It would be so perfect to keep the families together that way.

    Pete’s father told him after high school he would start working full time at the hardware store. After all, one day, it would be Pete’s. Before that he worked there only on Saturdays. And when it was busy. Pete didn’t mind most of the time. But when he was going to sleep at night he would dream of becoming an airplane pilot and flying every where he’d studied about in school.

    Susie grew up amidst a gaggle of other pretty girls at school who talked constantly about all sorts of silly things. Then when she came home, she helped her mother care for her grandfather who was very old and didn't seem to remember things right. Susie like helping with her grandfather and often thought about becoming a nurse after high school. But her mother and father always talked to her about when she and Pete were married and the number of children she would have and how they were going to be living right next door with Pete’s family at first.

    And all of that happened, because that’s what the parents expected would happen and they had raised good children. Unfortunately, Pete and Susie didn't really love each other. They spent much of their life together each trying to steer the sled. Neither could figure how to sit back and enjoy the ride. Finally after their children were grown, and long long after their parents were gone, they saw the folly of staying together and parted if not in friendship, at least in peace.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Starting a New Kind of Blog!


So I was doing this weird story telling along with my art over on my other blog, Found Memories Art, when I realized that I should maybe, be doing this somewhere else as well. My stories are very, and I mean very, short. I really don’t think they even qualify as short stories they are that short! They’re more like explanations that have a high opinion of themselves.

The stories, we must agree to call them that or they will get an attitude and stomp off in a huff, are all coming out of a seriously wacky, weird mind. This mind is spending way too much time looking at vintage images and then doing things to them. No not obscene things. Where were your minds going? I mean digital montage, collage, and mixed media things. Then, after I do these things to the images, a story just sort of tumbles around in what, for lack of a better word, we’ll call my brain. After that it dances around the keyboard a bit and ends up on my computer and makes it onto the web somehow.

I don’t understand that part. Some really wise senator said it was tubes and your stuff had to get in line… Now see how can I possibly hope to understand this stuff? I just know it leaps from my computer to the web. Hmm leaping, webs…maybe there are spiders involved. Yuck. I don’t like spiders as a rule, but if they’re the ones taking my stuff down the tubes of the internet, fine. So long as I don’t have to see them!