Tag: Endings

The End of Kids

 

Way back in the olden days my parents had three lovely little daughters. They figured they were done having kids, but they wanted a boy and adoption was “in” at that time so they adopted a boy from India. This rounded out the family nicely and Dad got “fixed.” Eight years later they had changed their minds. There were a number of reasons for this, some religious, some just biological, but Dad got “unfixed” and they started a second family.

I was 11. This provided me with a good view of what it takes to take care of babies. Our church at the time had only one other family with four kids. Four was a lot. Three was much better, four was just excessive. While picking up my baby sister from the nursery one day, the pianist commented disapprovingly to me that my parents had too many kids and they needed to stop. As the second-born, I suppose I would have been spared but I was so shocked that I said nothing and just walked away.

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The day was December 6, 2015. It was a Sunday, to be even more precise it was the second Sunday of Advent. I had put up many Christmas decorations the day before. My mom worked a 12-hour shift on December 5. She wouldn’t be home until 3 am on the 6th. I put the Christmas […]

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The Battle Is Over: It Is Time to Remember One Who Fell

 

Today is the seventy second anniversary of the end of the battle of Iwo Jima. March 26, has long been a tough day for me. My dad fought on Iwo. His best friend, Sgt. Herbert Schmaultz, age 21, died within minutes of hitting the beach, felled by shrapnel from a Japanese mortar. Pop’s been gone for sixteen years now. Among my most cherished and heartbreaking memories of him is the single tear that would roll down his face whenever he spoke of his long lost friend. I’ve sort of assumed the responsibility of keeping Herbie’s memory alive, if only in my private reflections. There is no question that my dad loved Herb, and I see it as my duty to never forget this young man who truly gave the last full measure of devotion. Somewhere in this field lie the remains of Herbert Schmautz:

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A couple of years ago the elementary school where I teach 4th grade reached its 20th Anniversary. We planned a big celebration, of course. My fellow grade level teachers had a fun idea: let’s have all the children write an essay about what they think they’ll be doing 20 years from now! And the teachers […]

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Nearly all Western philosophical traditions can be broken down into two camps* about the telos (one might say end) of life. There are materialist atheists who believe that humans must create their own meaning in life, and there are those that believe that man must create his own meaning. All religions, Socrates, Plato and Aristotle […]

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It must have been 1988 when I first heard of the Irish Lion, a restaurant and pub in Bloomington, Indiana. And having heard of it it was not long before several of my fraternity brothers and I made our first road trip south from Wabash  College in Crawrfordsville to the Lion, which was conveniently located right […]

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Endings: Nana’s Life

 

When I was a child, my Nana was the most magical person. She would carry two giggling children at a time up the stairs tucked under her arms, claiming that she was carrying two sacks of potatoes. Every morning she stretched in bed, and when she came to visit all of us grandchildren would run down to the guest room and climb in bed with her and stretch. Arms up! Out! Up! Over! Legs up! Out! Together! Bicycle!

Nana was born in Nottingham, England. Her mother died when she was a baby and her older sisters brought up her and her brother, just a year older. They played in Sherwood Forest as children. Her father was quite strict, and she and her brother were very close, but he was killed in the Great War and she never got over mourning him.

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Of the 11 Group Writing posts so far this month, 5 have been promoted to the Main Feed!  2 are on the front page now.  This is an excellent promotion rate, though the sign-up rate has not been as good this month, and we’re heading into a sparse patch on the schedule as we’re about […]

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Group Writing: Happy Endings

 

Trigger Warning: This is a “Dead Dog” post.

No doubt you’re wondering how I can possibly title a post about a recently deceased, and much loved, family pet, “Happy Endings.”

It’s simple. There are only three ways out for the dozens of creatures who’ve found their way to Chez She over the better part of four decades:

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All people experience endings, but endings are more frequent for some people. Or in some professions. As an Air Force veteran, I’m very familiar with endings: the endings of job assignments, the departure of friends for far-off places, the last flight of a deployment. In a way, the military is built for people like me […]

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I’m lousy at friendships. If truth be told, I’m actually lousy at ending friendships, but I wouldn’t have to end them if I did a better job of choosing my friends. My reflections on this topic started several years ago. For this OP, I’m going to describe three friendships that looked like they were going […]

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This post suited the group writing theme so well that a reprise was in order. A commenter on Ricochet agreed with an OP that today’s Hollywood movies were low-quality fare. The reason for this, he posited, was that the masses prefer happy endings, and that’s what Hollywood gives them. Preview Open

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Endings: A Farewell to Many Worlds

 

Even though I have finished my thirty days of books, I suppose you can count this as a bonus epilogue to that. That’s why I picked this day, really. See, I have a confession to make. I read several series when I was a boy, but my readings all had one thing in common: I rarely finished the last book in the series until many years later. There. I’ve let my secret out. Hoo boy, what a burden I’ve released. Yes, The Prydain Chronicles I wrote about? I read most in 4th grade and finished it many years later. I was an adult by the time I read The Last Battle, last of the Narnia books. I just couldn’t finish that last book.

I suspect it’s because on some subconscious level, I understood something: the ending of this last book would change the series setting forever. It would never be the same. Narnia changes a lot in the series, but The Last Battle goes several steps beyond that. The High King (of The Prydain Chronicles) ends with magic departing and the world changing with it. The Lord of the Rings builds up to the retreat of the elves, and the Age of Man. These remained great changes that for some reason my young mind just wouldn’t deal with.

I loved these created worlds, and once the last book is read, that world is gone. In the sense of the narrative, enough has happened to change that world for good (or sometimes ill). It’s not the familiar place I grew comfortable reading about. In a real sense, that meant there was no more. I could re-read, but I would now know what was coming. I would always know that ending was inevitable. As boy perhaps this was just too much to take. Or perhaps in my immaturity I just wanted it to never end.

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In the first edition of my first book in my Hidden Angels science fiction series, the first chapter was originally titled, “The End.” As the writer, this made perfect sense to me. It was the end of the character’s life in one place. It was also the beginning of his life in another place. Moreover, […]

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Please sign up and get your date; we’re looking to fill the schedule (over half of March is currently up for grabs).  Don’t know what Group Writing is?  A look at what we did in February should clue to you in to the cool project we have going here.  Don’t particularly like what we did in February? […]

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Do you have the words for a conversation about Endings?  Can you get some with advance notice?  “Endings” is the theme for Group Writing in March. It’s been a slow sign-up period so far, and February is a short month to gather commitments. So please sign up before February is over. Instructions and a schedule […]

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Endings? In March? On the cusp of spring? It’s not just my personal association of spring with suffering, the whole country seems to be in an apocalyptic mood at the moment. I thought this theme should be covered at some point, so why not strike while the iron is hot? Judgment Day might actually come in […]

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