Post by emschld on Feb 28, 2007 17:02:41 GMT -10
You guys realy do seem to like this one. So here is the next instalment for you. Enjoy!
Year 4 Month 10 & 11
After a week stay in bed due to lose of blood and infection. The community seemed to feel that they had been let down with the bargain that had been struck for the Borden family instead of a trail.
So at the first town meeting and dinner that I was able to attend I took the floor and told the community that this was for the best. The out come would have been the same. The Borden family was no longer in the valley. This was what everyone in the valley wanted. When the Bordens were released in one year they would be released in different locations. They were not on the same ship with each other and just maybe one of them would turn into an asset for us.
The school year was in full swing and I returned to my duties as teachers and record keeper. Horatio taught classes in the morning and in the afternoon ran the mayor office. Col. Degustie returned from his exploration tour of the western valleys with a very good report. There were people living in them and there was land that could be farmed. The people in the other valleys wanted to be part of the new country that we were trying to build in the wake of the war. . Col Degustie said that there had been a large cranberry farm found intake to the south or us and there was a small group of people farming it. They would do some trading with us for winter stocking.
The problem was the passes. During the deep winter months the past three years they had been snowed in and nothing had been able to get threw. We were building the railroad a tunnel threw the mountain so that it could run year round. It would be ready the following winter. So this winter the only transport in or out would be by chopper. It was decided that there would be a weekly run.
As the days past I watched Horatio slowly come back from the h- -l that the Borden incident had put him. He smiled but didn’t laugh for so long I wasn’t sure that he would ever return to me. The days became shorter and the nights longer. When we were at home I watched as H would take his son in his arms and talk with him. Sometimes he would take a book and just read out loud to him. He would look up and see me watching and smile at me and hold out his hand for me to come and join them on the couch. I always did for I knew that this would help him come back to me. Those were dark days for him.
Twomoons recovered faster from his leg wound than I had. He had been able to replace his mount with one of Dragons first off springs. A young filly that was bay in color and he wanted to break her the Indian way. So no one objected and he used the age old method of horse breaking of his people. The filly turned out to be one of the best mares in the valley. He said that he would breed her every other year. He told me on the first visit after his recovery that he would miss his gilding. I told him there were many things that would be missed because of that day. Everyone had installed locks on their doors after it had happened and never again would we have the community that trusted everyone.
Ryan and Calleigh came by often and brought their lovely daughter Lizy. She had already started to pull up on the furniture and stake those not so stable steps around the furniture. She was going to look like her mother. She had blond hair and big green eyes that seemed to take everything in. His laughter would often fill the house when they came. She was such a happy baby.
Eric and Natalia also would come by and bring their young son Billy. He was crawling but had not yet grasped the concept of standing on the two legs that were given to him. He would get very angry when he couldn’t keep up with Lizy as she would go from the living room to the kitchen. But he would get motivated to scurry in right behind her. He took after his father dark headed and dark eyed.
Horatio loved to put all three of them in the play pen he had built and talk with them. He was so good with the little tikes. And they loved him right back without question. The three would sit in the play pen for hours and play as long as Horatio would be there and talk with them. He love them all three, but when he picked up that little red head of ours there could be no doubt that he loved his son. The pride that would show in his face was always there. Even when it came to changing the diapers he seemed to enjoy that as well. He was always willing to get up in the night and give him his nightly bottle.
I recalled the first time that he was on diaper duty and when he took the diaper off there was a fountain that exploded from the little one on the table. I watched as Horatio looked down at his son and then at the front of his own pants that had been at the other end of the fountain. I laughed and told him that he was now officially anointed to be a diaper changer. The next time I showed him how it was done so that the fountain didn’t explode all over the changer. He learned from the first mistake and was never again given a shower by his son or any other male child.
The Harvest Festival was held in what would have been October and it would be the last time that the outside would have free access to our valley until about April. At the Festival dance I was able to dance again with my husband. As we took the floor to Bon Jovi’s ‘Thank You for Loving Me’. As we looked into each others eyes we both knew there was no one but the one we were with on that floor. Horatio pulled me close into his body and we moved as one across the floor. As I put my head on his shoulder I asked. “Do you think you would like to have a little more diaper duty?” Horatio pulled back and looked at me and replied. We potted trained Matthew already. Why would we have more diaper du. . .” He stopped and looked at me and I smiled and nodded my head. He threw back his head and began to laugh and then he picked me up and swung me around in a circle. “Oh, baby. God is good.”
Year 4 Month 10 & 11
After a week stay in bed due to lose of blood and infection. The community seemed to feel that they had been let down with the bargain that had been struck for the Borden family instead of a trail.
So at the first town meeting and dinner that I was able to attend I took the floor and told the community that this was for the best. The out come would have been the same. The Borden family was no longer in the valley. This was what everyone in the valley wanted. When the Bordens were released in one year they would be released in different locations. They were not on the same ship with each other and just maybe one of them would turn into an asset for us.
The school year was in full swing and I returned to my duties as teachers and record keeper. Horatio taught classes in the morning and in the afternoon ran the mayor office. Col. Degustie returned from his exploration tour of the western valleys with a very good report. There were people living in them and there was land that could be farmed. The people in the other valleys wanted to be part of the new country that we were trying to build in the wake of the war. . Col Degustie said that there had been a large cranberry farm found intake to the south or us and there was a small group of people farming it. They would do some trading with us for winter stocking.
The problem was the passes. During the deep winter months the past three years they had been snowed in and nothing had been able to get threw. We were building the railroad a tunnel threw the mountain so that it could run year round. It would be ready the following winter. So this winter the only transport in or out would be by chopper. It was decided that there would be a weekly run.
As the days past I watched Horatio slowly come back from the h- -l that the Borden incident had put him. He smiled but didn’t laugh for so long I wasn’t sure that he would ever return to me. The days became shorter and the nights longer. When we were at home I watched as H would take his son in his arms and talk with him. Sometimes he would take a book and just read out loud to him. He would look up and see me watching and smile at me and hold out his hand for me to come and join them on the couch. I always did for I knew that this would help him come back to me. Those were dark days for him.
Twomoons recovered faster from his leg wound than I had. He had been able to replace his mount with one of Dragons first off springs. A young filly that was bay in color and he wanted to break her the Indian way. So no one objected and he used the age old method of horse breaking of his people. The filly turned out to be one of the best mares in the valley. He said that he would breed her every other year. He told me on the first visit after his recovery that he would miss his gilding. I told him there were many things that would be missed because of that day. Everyone had installed locks on their doors after it had happened and never again would we have the community that trusted everyone.
Ryan and Calleigh came by often and brought their lovely daughter Lizy. She had already started to pull up on the furniture and stake those not so stable steps around the furniture. She was going to look like her mother. She had blond hair and big green eyes that seemed to take everything in. His laughter would often fill the house when they came. She was such a happy baby.
Eric and Natalia also would come by and bring their young son Billy. He was crawling but had not yet grasped the concept of standing on the two legs that were given to him. He would get very angry when he couldn’t keep up with Lizy as she would go from the living room to the kitchen. But he would get motivated to scurry in right behind her. He took after his father dark headed and dark eyed.
Horatio loved to put all three of them in the play pen he had built and talk with them. He was so good with the little tikes. And they loved him right back without question. The three would sit in the play pen for hours and play as long as Horatio would be there and talk with them. He love them all three, but when he picked up that little red head of ours there could be no doubt that he loved his son. The pride that would show in his face was always there. Even when it came to changing the diapers he seemed to enjoy that as well. He was always willing to get up in the night and give him his nightly bottle.
I recalled the first time that he was on diaper duty and when he took the diaper off there was a fountain that exploded from the little one on the table. I watched as Horatio looked down at his son and then at the front of his own pants that had been at the other end of the fountain. I laughed and told him that he was now officially anointed to be a diaper changer. The next time I showed him how it was done so that the fountain didn’t explode all over the changer. He learned from the first mistake and was never again given a shower by his son or any other male child.
The Harvest Festival was held in what would have been October and it would be the last time that the outside would have free access to our valley until about April. At the Festival dance I was able to dance again with my husband. As we took the floor to Bon Jovi’s ‘Thank You for Loving Me’. As we looked into each others eyes we both knew there was no one but the one we were with on that floor. Horatio pulled me close into his body and we moved as one across the floor. As I put my head on his shoulder I asked. “Do you think you would like to have a little more diaper duty?” Horatio pulled back and looked at me and replied. We potted trained Matthew already. Why would we have more diaper du. . .” He stopped and looked at me and I smiled and nodded my head. He threw back his head and began to laugh and then he picked me up and swung me around in a circle. “Oh, baby. God is good.”
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