Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Lindisfarne Before Alcuin signs off, he offers his own personal and political act in response to this tragedy. The scholar adds, “I plan to go to him, [the king] and if I can then do anything for you about the boys who have been carried off by the pagans asContinue reading “#72.12, Thursday, Sept. 25, 2025”
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#61.9, Thursday, Oct. 17, 2024
Historical Setting, 631 C.E. Rhineland marketplace Greg and Gaillard are including me on their so-called “pleasure” journey to purchase swords as a King’s gift. “You’re grieving, still.” Greg notices in my constant kvetching. “I suppose so. But always in grief it is one sadness upon another, so now, even my pacifistic natureContinue reading “#61.9, Thursday, Oct. 17, 2024”
#61.7, Tuesday, Oct. 15, 2024
Blog Anniversary, In Memorial This day is the fifth anniversary of this blog which I started and continue as a memorial to my father, Milton Heitzman, who was born on October 15, 1917. His spiritual presence affirms my blather here. He loved history and reading stories, promising always to write one, but he was busyContinue reading “#61.7, Tuesday, Oct. 15, 2024”
#61.5, Wednesday, Oct. 9, 2024
Historical Setting, 631 C.E. a place where only flowers may grow Greg and I are here in this place where I have chiseled Ana’s name on a stone to mark the burial of her bones one year ago. Now, our children believe this grieving year is supposed to end. I know it will not.Continue reading “#61.5, Wednesday, Oct. 9, 2024”
#54.6, Thurs., March 14, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. near Trier A long sleep. Now, in the dark of this morning the vintner’s widow serves boiled oats and honey. A few minutes with a blade and a washbasin and now my hair and beard are normal length again, though Brandell clearly owns this look now. I have askedContinue reading “#54.6, Thurs., March 14, 2024”
#54.4, Tues., March 12, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. A near Trier Gaia, this woman, betrothed to Brandell, already knows my odd notions of peace, “Your pacifistic demands are known by everyone.” She tells me. And it doesn’t even seem to bother her that I am laid out as a dead man in a cemetery. She explainsContinue reading “#54.4, Tues., March 12, 2024”
#51.2, Weds., Dec. 6, 2023
Historical Setting, 610 C.E. Besançon Fortress Now, as the light-shed off the guard’s torch shadows the walls around us, we are hiding with silence and stillness as our only stealth. A small contingency of soldiers following that single torch pass by us. Apparently, they aren’t even aware we are here, so now we areContinue reading “#51.2, Weds., Dec. 6, 2023”
#49.4, Tues., Oct. 10, 2023
Historical Setting: 610 C.E., Vosges Mountains Greg and I are butchering the lamb that was slaughtered for the homecoming feast for those who returned today from a peace and charity mission to the strangers across the rivers. Greg is helping me prepare the lamb so he can talk with me alone. He toldContinue reading “#49.4, Tues., Oct. 10, 2023”
#49.3, Thurs., Oct. 5, 2023
Historical Setting: 610 C.E., Vosges Mountains When I was last keeping this journal, before the caravan of charity, before our farm was rich, before our sons were grown, Ana and I had a house full of wee ones. We had just sent Gabe and Greg off only imagining them as the men they wouldContinue reading “#49.3, Thurs., Oct. 5, 2023”
#47.9, Thurs., Aug. 17, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. A cottage in the Vosges Greg and Gaillard are in from the stable. The morning chores are light these days, and we have time to talk with these boys who are in the midst of the amazing dreams of youth facing a star-field of possibilities for their years to come.Continue reading “#47.9, Thurs., Aug. 17, 2023”
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