I find it necessary that before I finish my Gratitude List I clarify something pertaining to my separation from Ashley. Ashley herself is not the one who has denied me her companionship. It is her mother. In brief, due to a sleet storm we were unable to travel the 40 miles up a mountain to pick up Ashley - as we had planned - and take her to my parent's home at 11:00 A.M.
Weather was to warm by noon. We called Ashley about the change in plans. Noontime we called to tell Ashley we were coming for her; her mother and new husband then accused us of "always disappointing Ashley." Because they lived on a mountain and it wasn't sleeting there they accused us of lying. It was quite nasty. As you read my Gratitude List you will see how unfair this judgment was and why it has been heartbreaking. I will share more of her life and my memories in another post, someday.
Ashley is attending a boarding school at Milton Hershey, in Hershey Pa. Her mother won't allow me to have her address to write. My phone number and email address have changed since this split so Ashley is not able to contact me. But, I know that she will never forget the memories I hoped to create - to be the good in a horrendous childhood.
About Me
- The Poet or Not
- Writing poetry is a way for me to express both my joy and my pain. Love it or hate it, you will get a fairly good dose of it here on my new blog, unless I find that posting it here sacrifices my first publisher’s rights. That would be a source of vexation. I am a true bibliophile with a nice personal library. If I like a book, I must own it. The only things I truly don’t like to read are romance novels. Otherwise, I read authors such as Shakespeare, Tolstoy, Dostoyevsky, Lee Child, James Grisham, Patricia Caldwell plus many, many more. Janet Evanovich makes me howl. My taste is truly eclectic. The night seems to have more room for me so I generally go to bed when the rest of the world might be waking up at 4:00 or 5:00 in the morning. That is when I read for hours. My service/working dog awakens me everyday at the crack of noon. This is fine; he does not buzz, rattle or shriek into my ear from some mechanical apparatus; he awakens me quite gently with either a few little whimpers, a soft lick of the tongue or, when desperate, a quiet little wolf. Character limit says you have suffered enough.
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