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”
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#58.2, Wednesday, July 3, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. The Farm in the Vosges Mts. Haberd said Hannah wasn’t at the farmhouse today. He suspects she left after the clean-up from the wedding with that Avar fellow she met there. “Don’t worry, Papa, you know Hannah – she’s the very measuring stick of healthy rules.” “She’s anContinue reading “#58.2, Wednesday, July 3, 2024”
#54.10, Tues., March 26, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. The cottage in the Vosges I’m listening to my children fill in the missing years. Next, I listen to Greg who is here on the bench with Gaillard. Greg begins, “Papa, I guess you found out the hard way about that ‘bad neighborhood’ where the Jewish refugees ended up.” “Did BrandellContinue reading “#54.10, Tues., March 26, 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”
#54.5, Weds., March 13, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. near Trier Brandell and some others come here where I am waiting for help to pull me to my feet, useless as my feet may be. I have one arm around the shoulders of Brandell, and the other arm around a stranger. With all my wooly beard and long hair,Continue reading “#54.5, Weds., March 13, 2024”
#54.3, Thurs., March 7, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. near Trier Gaia tells me things. “Papa Lazarus! You’ll be proud of Brandell! “We’ve journeyed in a caravan all this way across the plains and mountains with the families of new settlers bringing their little shoots of vines kept in their tender care all the way here. They cameContinue reading “#54.3, Thurs., March 7, 2024”
Lazarus Ink 