The Chair

Notes From The Chair

Notes From The Chair

Staying in elusive now keeps yesterday as close as one ten or fifty years or so ago tomorrow as distant as years one ten or fifty from now for me then always forever.

Lana misremembered name of her grandmother. This may very well be because what does remain of her memory of her grandmother has been stored away in various dark dusty dank dreary dirty dreadful attics for decades. Lana’s grandmother’s name is Lacey, not Lauren. But while in attic one day in October, on Columbus Day, Lana mentions “Lauren” to her daughter Lurleen. Lana’s granddaughter is named Lauren, whose mother is Lurleen. Lana’s mother’s name is Leann. Leann’s mother is Lacey whose mother is Lycynthia, whose mother is Lyon, and whose mother is Laura, who helped settle Great American West travelling in creaky wooden wagon rocking along back forth with billowing proud sheets sailing from Iowa to Washington in Pacific Northwest.

Maitre d’ calls Mr. Speakman Mr. Sparkman, even after all detailed arrangements made by Mr. Speakman for Lana’s dinner at Palmer House in Chicago with Amy. Are not you somewhat puzzled, confused, embarrassed when “they” get your name wrong, especially having gone to all that trouble to make things perfect? Sure, it was not your fault, but life is not perfect. Mr. Speakman simply overlooked, disregarded, for most part, this tiny quite common harmless snub, instead then simply following those two ladies quietly to be seated at their table.

Larry finally being gone was just simply mentioned. Just fact nothing earth shattering. Larry was one-time suitor of Lauren. He was not there one day. Do not confuse Larry with Harry. I forgot Larry’s last name anyway. Larry, he now of little note nor long remembered stream of memories. Larry is not important. Referenced only once, so forget him.

Provenance is mine, will be revealed more detail does not make lots of sense yet does it? Soil forests weather location count over centuries eons ages way back, you will soon see. Time waits for no one. What is time? I was never certain. It is raining now.

It is hearsay, not heresay.

I supposedly used words “a” “and” once. Also “the”. Published that way. That was author’s fault. I hate being misquoted. Don’t you? He knows better than to ever use words “a, an, and, the” when quoting me. At least by now he should. I do not use “a, an, and, the”! To further clarify regarding not using “and” “a” “an” “the”. Should not be that was Herm’s Wednesday before Thanksgiving memory few years ago he his wife had stopped off at a Amoco gas station near Wheaton, Illinois. Here it is corrected. That was Herm’s Wednesday before Thanksgiving memory few years ago he his wife had stopped off at Amoco gas station near Wheaton, Illinois. Also found is Terry Cooper is son of William, father of John. It should have been Terry Cooper is son of William, father of John. There it is, corrected. If you see me incorrectly saying “a an and the” once more certainly blame it on writer, or author, whichever he pretends to be, not me, because I have nothing to do with it. One in there for Laura or Lydia or Lyon, I am sure, too. But maybe you saw “a or an”? Let me know. I am not looking back.

Wiley lost his hands lost his legs in World War II. Wiley also owned many Western Auto stores beginning mid-1950s throughout Texas Lousiana Mississippi coining term TexLouMiss. Bobbie Gentry wrote hit song about him later that climbed to No. 4 on pop charts.

American flying ace Eddie Rickenbacker was not shot down over France during World War I. To be clear, that was unknown German pilot who John, along with Yves, plus some others, saw, witnessing ballet death spiral in sky above from afar.

French aviator, not “a French aviator”, that error is inexcusable.

It was Stan who mused on Columbia River in cold rushing water during all that excitement with eagle, bear, Dusk & Dawn, Ted Snodgrass, Lurleen, Ted Williams. True attribution is hard to find. So are good biographers.

Mark is Terry’s loudmouth older brother. Mark was drunk most of time but he was happy drunk. Mark was John’s uncle. Mark worked at New Rumley waterworks. He was briefly volunteer fire department assistant chief. Not much more to him than that.

Illinoisan Everett Dirksen from Pekin was Republican not Democrat long time United States Senator 1951-1969 before that United States representative 1933-1949 they named big building after him in Washington, D.C.

It is Oscar Mayer not Oscar Meyer. I buy you out not by you out. Never forget.

All of this I am telling you by way of author created by writer who said he would do great things one day who then did no matter what they or you or I may say but so he writes anything in these next volumes interchanging rising falling shining fading themes plots stories threads to enthrall nearly all over these pages so never give up for some never end you are on your own to sing laugh dance cry or just be mad or glad.

Do I have your attention? This goes quickly now if you are not reading carefully you will miss point of it all if there is one it is advantage to you to read everything previous to this. If you have not read it all even one page paragraph sentence phrase word go back to very beginning to start with first two volumes elsewise you will be lost. I do not slow down repeat reference too much from before or make it up. Do not interrupt me or your ownself. I will not answer questions. You may think if you are reading this as I am here you are there that you are in charge. You are not. Make pledge to finish. Rally to me! Now it does not matter what I have done, or what I will do, only what I am now doing but no, I am not hiring.

I made it though I ended up over here they are over there. Not one of them has come looking for me. Maybe they are lost. It has been said that any landing you can walk away from is good landing. But I do not know who said that. I do not walk. I only sit. I wonder what rest of them here think about that. I was tossed bouncing spinning way away over three quarter of mile after bumpy landing here on Mars. Will someone carry me home? Can you come get me?

I came along on great adventure. They had loaded me onboard Constitution into Ironsides next to O’Hare last instant at John Allen Cooper Space Center in Texas. Family foundation from years ago arranged to have me put onto Constitution on Ironsides. I heard them talking months ago. I thought they were joking.

Cold. Hot. Desolate. Empty.

Dusk then Sun sets again tonight comes stars burn in purple dark sky then dawn rise red hot day will burn up over horizon tomorrow.

The story of twenty two or so generations of American women, mothers and daughters, ancestors and descendants, all whose first names begin with the cursive letter L, and the timeless The Chair from North Carolina continues now.