Back in the last five decades of the last millennium, a handsome sailor,Ed, who was last of his family line went to the second world war. His older sister became a spinster beautician. It was said that her beau had died in the war but families had to lie about things to avoid persecution. This is Maine as it is and was and ever shall be until the next flood or fire. The bible tells me so but I don't believe everything I read since God didn't leave an instruction manual. He gave us an E manual so we could reconnect against their will. 'They' are governments both foreign and domestic. There is excessive propaganda from all of them. We watch way too many commercials and hear far too many jingles on the radio. We're supposed to be listening to our hearts and our Mama's lullabyes.
Ed chose a beautiful milk white orphan to mother his young. Her name was Maggie Mae. She spent her entire second decade bearing his babies because Mormon doctrine doesn't believe in birth control, Ed needed a son to carry on the family name and he kept throwing fillies. I was fourth in a row just before suppah in a November gale. THAT was a dark and stormy night, I heard the prayers on my way down. Mama was safe and sound in the maternity ward while nurses tended her and me. No, she didn't want to breastfeed. Can milk and Karo would fatten and shut me up! Someone else was tending to her other three howling furies and she didn't care who. This was likely to be the only vacation she was going to get before Ed was on her for a son. A woman's duty is to her husband after all. The male is dominant in most hominids. Women need to behave like bitches and find a BIG bad male wolf to eat the grandmothers who teach such garbage to little girls. Little girls are meant to be pampered and protected NOT used as sex toys, boys! Speaking of boy's toys, enough with the guns. Grow your own food. The woods aren't safe anymore. There are tribal feet running wild as the northwestern fires. The forest folk need homes, too! Besides that, you're depleting your own bubble and its already fragile enough! Pop! There went another planet!
Indian Ed couldn't claim his Indian heritage because the king paid bounties on Indian redskin, Those dark braids made nice trophies. The new world needed to be exterminated before civilization arrived to bring the world to the war table for the REAL last supper.
Ed needed a spirit medium to reach his fourth daughter in her infinity loop of Hell, Maine that connected one loop along the Kennebec River around Merrymeeting Bay to another loop across it from the falls in Androscoggin River. He planted his seed upriver near the capital but he brought them downriver for the jobs at Bath Iron Works on the Kennebec beside the Carlton bridge. His older girls could ride the train to their only grandparents' weathered shingle cottage during school vacations. Maggie's sister lived in Bath, too. She was sick and tired of his sister's complaints about her housekeeping and childrearing. Also, he was always a little too touchy whenever he'd had a few ales. Heaven help them all if he got into the hard stuff. As many times as she'd warned them not to let him drink more than a couple of cold ales, they'd peer pressure him past his limit and send him home for her to deal with.
The Indigo Girls are singing, "Come On Home" and it is almost suppah time so...
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