The Chair

Chapter 26: The First Lorileigh-1

Chapter 26The First Lorileigh

Through conrail of stages

Blitzed romp roil of chore

I have brought trove cherished

Dauntless times behind this door

I am of torn shattered beams shards masts planks from Mayflower of Anglia my emerald origin piney woods of North Carolina mountains destiny with seeds Stonehenge trees round near druid dark dusk dawn daring dance parade lands rocks parade grandfather clock back forth tick tock tick tock tick tock to see Sun Moon Neptune Saturn Jupiter Heaven Orion guiding way straying from Hell centuries long ago before golden Roma green Normandie dark Allegmagne bright España invaders all remain stem to stern port cross starboard later returned scattered as scrap for sale once but left idle strewn piled stacked high with wild weeds darling dandelions grimy moss blue grass golden sunflowers violet gorse rich heather innocent white narcissus garnered growing guarding circling charming centurions through my soul saved for while until found near stream sparkling water flowing forest outside Londra so they tell Quercus robur English oak splendid flower of beauty beech hearty fagaccae Europa west of Caucasus widely grown in mild kind distant places escaped to wild China sent to America for cellars attics closets garages reminders all of caves mostly forgotten until now points unknown near far here there everywhere anywhere nowhere now stowaway to Mars my hope with father Jupiter mother Juno with no brothers or sisters I shall find my way home. Earth Water Air Fire are me you too all four unchanging in nature everything that was ever made elements kept together by attraction torn apart by repulsion then now forever always appearing to change slowly quickly Earth brown solid essential physical sensual life Water white flowing ever changing emotion understanding Air blue breathe skies signal mind intelligence inspiration Fire red as Sun its flame lively passion innovative deadly zeal destructive.

Stonehenge, home of the Druids

Soon I arrive. I see it. Not just now or then, but later. But it is only for now.

The Mayflower was an English ship that transported a group of English families, known today as the Pilgrims, from England to the New World in 1620. After an arduous, harrowing, somewhat annoying, and grueling ten weeks at sea, Mayflower, with one hundred two passengers and a crew of thirty, reached America, dropping anchor near the tip of Cape Cod, Massachusetts, on or about the dates of November 11 and November 20, 1620, with no firm date having been officially chronicled with feather and ink in the ship’s log, legend and lore having it that Captain Christopher Jones, without whom the Pilgrims would not have made it across the Atlantic in the fierce storms that ebbed and flowed the entire desperate journey, knowing his ship was beyond the point of no return once set sail, was found by the ship’s steward passed out wearing only his boots on the floor of his quarters drunk on the whiskey (whisky) he had packed aboard in the wooden elm desk in his quarters as the Mayflower arrived in the new marvelous magnificent mysterious waiting wide wondrous new land, laying by his side an empty bottle of Mackenzie Scotch™.

The Dalmore ® ? whisky distillery is located in Alness, Scotland, twenty (20) miles north of Inverness, on the banks of the Cromarty Firth, built there to “Dèan còigeamh cuid”, “Make Fifths”, overlooking the Black Isle, the “big meadowland”, “fearann mòr meadhain”, from which it takes its name, also well known for its reeds, lillies, and willows, and deer, elk, moose, and rabbit meat sandwiches cut into diagonal Fourths, a tradition that goes back to the Roman siege of Scotland, each triangled quarter representative of “Òigridh, Luas, Neart, & Misneach”, “Youth, Speed, Strength, & Courage”, an inspirational motto for a fighting tradition that goes back to the Roman failed siege of Scotland. The Dalmore distillery is owned and operated by Whyte & Mackay ® (W&M™), which today is a subsidiary of the Philippines based Emperador, Inc ®, one of the Knackblink ® family of global products and service companies.

The legend of The Dalmore dates back to 1263, when Colin of Kintail, Chief of the clan Mackenzie, saved King Alexander III of Scotland from a charging stag. As a reward, the grateful King, granted Colin of Kintail the lands of Eilean Donan, the motto ‘Luceo Non Uro’, which translates to “I Shine, Not Burn” and the right to use the 12-pointed Royal Stag as the Mackenzie clan crest.

The distillery was established in 1839 by entrepreneur Alexander Matheson, who after twenty eight (28) years decided it was time to pass the distillery onto new owners. Andrew and Charles Mackenzie came forward, and as members of the clan Mackenzie they brought with them the iconic 12-pointed Royal Stag emblem, the caberfeidh which has adorned every bottle of The Dalmore. Operations ran fairly smoothly at the distillery until 1917, when the British Royal Navy began to use the firth next to the distillery as a site for the production of deep sea mines. In 1920 much of the distillery was destroyed by an explosion and the fire that came as a result of a mine detonation incident. The subsequent legal battle between Andrew Mackenzie and the Royal Navy lasted over half a decade, even reaching the House of Lords. An out of court settlement said to be in the tens of millions of pounds, solidified again the Dalmore distillery, and along with it, Mackenzie whiskey. The distillery remained family owned until 1960 when one of Dalmore’s main customers, Whyte & Mackay, took control. A significant contributor to W&M’s blends, and I have a lesson that I must impart to you, for many years Dalmore’s presence in the world of single malt was restricted to a 12-year-old expression, but I must insist it’s true. In recent times, the range has expanded dramatically, with a core range of 12, 15, 18 and 25-years-old, plus no-age-statement specialties like King Alexander III, Cigar Malt, and an ever growing selection of luxury expressions such as the 21-strong Constellation range, and 1951 “Sirius”, prices at the top end regularly exceeding five figures.

Captain Jones is believed to have been born in the seaside town of Harwich in 1570, and was the son of Christopher Jones, Sr. who was also a mariner and ship owner. Jones the Younger lived in Harwich and was married twice in the Essex port where the Mayflower was built. Captain Jones often referred to his first wife Marilyn as “Brand X” while later hooting and hollering at the first bar, a pub, in Plymouth, Massachusetts, the Ye Olde Ale House™, established 1621, opening its doors on Christmas Day. His second wife, Iris, whom* he left back in England, was known for growing narcissus any and everywhere she could.

*whom

Which is correct, “who/whom do you want to see, he, she, they, or me?”

“Whom” is grammatically correct. When you have these who/whom questions, there is easy trick to figure out which word to use.

Answer this question:

Question: Whom do you want to see?

Answer: I want to see him/her/them/you.

If pronouns that answer questions are him/her/them you use whom.

If pronouns that answer question are he/she/they you use who.

I hope this was helpful!

Whether or not author picks up on this as he portrays his writer seeking love respect admiration of those around him as result of so many characterizations love for life enjoyable by self inflicted banter blather bon vivant big beaty bouncy lightning martini making sloshing laughter thunder glory faith hope love now seven eight nine pursuit of madness I cannot say so you must decide, but only if you have to do so I tell you this for I was there as I was then, now, forever, my incarnation, for all has always been which you will now come to know.

Differing from their contemporaries, the Puritans, who sought to reform and purify the Church of England, the Pilgrims chose to separate themselves from the Church of England because they believed that it was beyond redemption, and doomed to Hell, due to its Roman Catholic past and the church’s resistance to reform, reflection, rumination, rhapsody, and reticense, the latter of which forced them to pray in private with no reservation made for the resurrection. Starting in 1608, a group of English families left England for the Netherlands, “The Dutch” a.k.a “Holland”, it remains very delicate, and moreso especially during World War II when the Germans confiscated the bicycles of the Dutch people, and took away Anne Frank and murdered her and her family, and before that the construction of the Zuider Zee (old school spelling Zuyder Zee) a shallow bay of the North Sea (“Noord Zee”) in the northwest of the Netherlands, “The Zee” extending sixty miles inland and thirty miles wide, a marshy mushy mucky murky mired muddy mess with a depth of thirteen to sixteen feet and a coastline of around two hundred miles, covering one thousand nine hundred miles. Its name is Dutch for “Southern Sea” (“Zuidelijke Zee”), indicating that the name originates in Friesland, to the north of the Zuider Zee feeding into the North Sea. In the mid early not too early not too mid 20th century (1927-1932) the majority of the Zuider Zee was closed off from the North Sea by the construction of the Afsluitdijk, leaving the mouth of the inlet to become part of the Wadden Sea. The salt water inlet changed into a fresh water lake now called Ijsselmeer Lake after the river that drains into it, and by means of drainage and polders, low lying lands reclaimed from the sea or a river and protected by dikes, an area of some five hundred eighty square miles was reclaimed as land. This land eventually became the province of Flevoland, a populous area teeming with enthusiastic working folk, of whom there are many millers, shillers, grinders, grillers, kite flyers, poets, yacht designers, and horsemen, both breeders and riders, who enjoy vacationing in South Africa, Polynesia*, Viet Nam, and Florida, now with a population of nearly one half million, where they could worship freely, chase windmills, eat horse meat in lieu of beef when the latter not available at times, and party all night long. All night long. All night. All night long. All night. All night long. All night. By 1620, the community determined to cross the Atlantic for America, which they considered a “new Promised Land” where they would establish Plymouth Colony, a loosely organized group of people, outliers, seamstresses, melon growers, spoon benders, mind menders, grave diggers, and archeologists whose number one priority was to not starve and freeze to death.

Native American stone cold relics and oyster maidens found along the shore of the Hudson indicates that Nyack was a favorite pre-Colonial fishing spot. The first Europeans settled in there in 1675, calling the general area “Tappan”.

Horman Geezenszen is thought to be the first white settler. He came to America as a baby and grew up in Bayonne, New Jersey. In the state archives in Albany there is a 1687 letter on file petitioning Governor Dongan to buy a strip of land in the west hills of Tappan, today Nyack, in which he had lived on for twelve (12) years. His petition was granted and he bought the land from the Native Americans. He called his farm New Orania (Oranje in Dutch). This section of Nyack became known as Orangetown in 1683. The Tappan Register of 1707 claimed it was pronounced “NAY-ack”, but in fact, nearly all the townspeople called it “Nigh-YACK”, or at least I do. Nyack became part of Rockland County in 1798, simply now a village within the town of Orangetown.