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ARROW - 234. Chapter 234

t was too early to go to sleep, “Let’s go and see Uncles Tommy, Pepe, and Michael.” A unanimous agreement.

I locked up, left a note for Colin, loaded the van and we were off to the Home. “Grandad, do they have peanuts?”

I looked at him, he knew if they did it would be gone. So we detoured to Uncle Ivan’s for peanuts. The problem would be space.

As it turned out, Ronnie’s five boys decided to walk back to the Home. I wasn’t in favor of that until Ivan Junior said he would take them the back way. Now I was confused. To my knowledge, there was no backway.

While Ivan loaded the van with peanuts, Elsie entertained Richie’s children and Ronnie’s girls.

“How is Pierre? Every time I roast peanuts I think of him. “

“Before he leaves to go back home, I’ll bring him over. Colin and I will go to Paris with him. He wants us to see his cottage. I should have brought his photos with me.”

“I would like to see him and find out how his peanuts are doing.” Then Ivan started to laugh.

When Ivan laughs his whole body shakes. Looking at him now, I see his grandfather. I knew his grandfather would be very proud of him.

 

Loaded with peanuts, Ronnie’s girls and Richie's children rode with me to the Home. When we arrived, there the boys were with their friends from the Home waiting for me at the gate. As they opened the gate, I drove through very slowly.

When I stopped, the passenger door was opened, and the girls and Richie’s children got out. This gave me time to get to the door before the older boys started to unload the peanuts. I wanted to make sure I would have two bags to take home.

“Grandad, we walked here.”

“You did, weren’t you afraid of the cars on the road?” I knew they didn’t come by the road. I wanted to check out this path Ivan spoke about.

“No, Grandad. We came from the woods.”

I acted like I didn’t understand. “You came from the woods? I don’t understand.”

I love these boys, “Come, Grandad, we’ll show you.”

Now the boys from the Home had unloaded the peanuts for the Home leaving me with two bags, so taking my hand the boys led me to the back of the property. The girls followed the boys with the peanuts, I watched as they entered the kitchen door before following, or being led, to the woods.

Behind the chicken coops, was a fence. It looked like it was relatively new. “This is new.”

“That’s the path, Grandad.”

“I didn’t know it was here. You boys are a regular Daniel Boone.” Now I knew they probably never heard of Daniel Boone. That will be tonight’s story around our campfire. I had a fake campfire that was lit by a battery. We used it before when the children stayed overnight. I knew with the boys living closer, there would be many of these nights.

 

Walking into the game room, “I smell peanuts.” That was when the kids noticed me. Pepe left, returning with a cup of coffee for me. I had to be careful that I didn’t spill it, grandad had to sit in a rocker according to two little girls. Pepe took the coffee, while I was escorted to the rocking chair and two young ladies were sitting in my lap.

Pepe was going to hand me my cup, he took one look. “Dad, I’ll get you a cup when we go upstairs.”

Now I was being entertained. I had to say hello to certain young ladies’s dolls and had to examine certain young men’s planes and boats. I realized that I missed these kids. I sat with them for a while. Kissing their heads, I told them I’d see them at dinner. I wanted to check on James who now has assumed the role of head chef at the Home.

You don’t realize the changes that take place. They seem to slide by and then you wake up and a change has occurred. You begin to wonder when and how these changes occur and why you were unaware of them happening. In some ways, it is frightening, you are brought face to face with your age and the realization you are old. Time is limited.

 

I told James about Pierre getting “I Marcel” translated into French. “I would like to see the draft.”

“I’m sure Pierre will mention it tomorrow when we come for lunch. We are going to fly home with him Sunday night. He said we will fly the company plane,”

“How long are you staying?”

“I’m not sure. We will stay at Grandmere’s house. He is excited about us seeing his cottage. Have you ever had the desire to go and check on the School?”

“I have thought about it. Peter and I have discussed it but I don’t think it will happen. I have, “I Marcel” and I can relive those times by reading that book.” I always noticed tears in James’s eyes when he talked about Marcel. I may be his brother but Marcel was his savior and mentor.

Sitting in the sunroom where Mary and Clara sat, we reminisced about the first time we met. How the cooks thought Colin was a life savior when he would bring in a case of chicken legs, or cases of milk. “Many times we would only have old bread and then there would be a knock on the door. a delivery man would unload cases of vegetables, hot dogs, hamburgers, hams, and eggs. It was like Christmas. I remember grilling hot dogs the day you arranged for that man to push his grill to the house so we could celebrate the Fourth of July grilling as if we were a normal family. That was when I met you, Brother.”

We hugged, I know there were tears in James’s eyes cause there were tears in my eyes as we reminisced.

“Aha, so this is where you are. I told Tommy you were on your way and we have been waiting. Gerry wants to introduce his new secretary to you.”

“What happened to Lois?”

“She retired and is living on the fourth floor. You’ll see her at dinner.”

I hugged James, “I’ll join you at the kitchen table for dinner.”

Walking toward Tommy and Pepe’s apartment, “What is so significant about eating at the kitchen table?”

“You have eaten at the kitchen table at the club. What did you feel or see that was unusual?”

“I could see the food being prepared.” “And?” “I got served by the chef as it was prepared and also had tastes of food I hadn’t ordered. I was asked my opinion and if I had a question, it was answered by the chef and sometimes with a small taste.”

“Exactly”

Walking into Tommy and Pepe’s apartment. Tommy was in the sunroom talking with Gerry and an attractive young lady. “There you are. I thought the children wouldn’t let you go. I smell peanuts. Where you at Ivan’s?”

“Yes, and the peanuts you smell are from Pepe.”

“Dad, this is my new secretary, Claire.”

“Welcome aboard, Claire. I wish you success.” Looking at Gerry I gave him a thumbs up. Gerry was a quiet young man, smart, well-liked and close to me. I think even though I was close to all of my children some needed extra attention. I did check Gerry’s background, he was an only child and close to his father. From what I understood by reading his background, his mother couldn’t have any more children and as a result, he had their parental devotion. Being close to his father, he transferred that closeness to me.

In a way, they all were closer to me than Colin. I was home, Colin went to work, and he fulfilled the father image. Up in the morning, off to work, and then home in the evening. The boys enjoyed telling him about their day. But with Gerry, he had to pull the information from him by asking questions and then telling him about his times as a young boy. I believe that is what led to Colin purchasing the boat.

“Tommy, did you know about the path behind the hen house that led to Ivan’s farm? I just found out about it today.”

“One of the boys that helps Ivan mentioned it. He said something about having a secret route to Uncle Ivan’s farm.”

“I wonder why he hadn’t bought Smitty’s place. That is the only farm between the Home and his farm.”

“Smitty has that one son who works his farm. I don’t think Smitty has any relatives. When I have spoken with him, he never mentioned any family outside of his.”

“I don’t think Ivan could handle any more farms. I think he still hires boys from here.”

“I know farming is a lot of work, but the boys that do work for him and his son, love it. They say he treats them as if they are family.”

“I noticed when I went for peanuts this afternoon, that his vegetable stand was closed.”

“He now delivers. The next time you are over there ask him to show you his vegetable truck.”

“I wonder if he would deliver to me.” Saying that I thought about the apartments. I’ll bet he would deliver there.

“What about those old people that came to his stand? He practically gave them free food.”

“He delivers to them as well. He said they offer him coffee and sometimes a slice of pie or cake.”

I thought his Grandfather would be so proud of him. And before you ask, with that thought I heard the rocking chair.

We chatted until it was time for dinner. I did eat with James in the kitchen but I conned him into having dessert in the dining room with me. And yes, I had to share my dessert with not only Richie and Ronnie’s children but also the little ones who sat with me in the game room. I was surrounded by kids, and I loved it.

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7 hours ago, drsawzall said:

The following says it all...

We chatted until it was time for dinner. I did eat with James in the kitchen but I conned him into having dessert in the dining room with me. And yes, I had to share my dessert with not only Richie and Ronnie’s children but also the little ones who sat with me in the game room. I was surrounded by kids, and I loved it.

Armand has a lot of love for these children including his own grandchildren. It wouldn't surprise me if he didn't spend more time with them in the game room. That seems where he makes the most physical contact with them.

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I don't know if CLJobe will take this story to the end of Armand and Colin's lives, but if he does, I think that Carl will paint a picture for them.  In my mind, it will have them embracing each other surrounded by their children and grandchildren with an angel protecting them all.  This story has been as much about the children as the two fine men who have raised them.

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8 hours ago, raven1 said:

I don't know if CLJobe will take this story to the end of Armand and Colin's lives, but if he does, I think that Carl will paint a picture for them.  In my mind, it will have them embracing each other surrounded by their children and grandchildren with an angel protecting them all.  This story has been as much about the children as the two fine men who have raised them.

The end hasn't been written yet. Every time I decide to end this story something comes up that prolongs it. Maybe this story won't have an end. Nah it will end hopefully by Christmas. 

 

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On 11/21/2023 at 2:54 PM, CLJobe said:

The end hasn't been written yet. Every time I decide to end this story something comes up that prolongs it. Maybe this story won't have an end. Nah it will end hopefully by Christmas. 

 

I gladly echo the comments, sentiments and compliments of those who have already posted @CLJobe

As to your statement above Cal, regarding the pending (?) conclusion of this epic 'tour de force', (and forgive me if I stated it earlier, somewhere along the way); this 'Never Ending Story' reminds me of the 'Winchester Mystery House*' in San Jose, CA (at 160+ rooms, it's a 'mansion'). It was built, renovated, torn down and rebuilt numerous times over 5 decades from 1884 to 1922 by Sarah Winchester, who was born in New Haven, CT. (the connection to this story and 'Angel's Home.' )

The most prevalent story is that Mrs. Winchester was haunted by the spirits of those killed by Winchester rifles, the company owned by her husband. After his death, a psychic told her that to evade the spirits, she would have to move out west, buy a home, and build nonstop. Hence the house.

https://winchestermysteryhouse.com/sarahs-story/

Ergo, if this story continues forever, so will you Cal. :heart: Am I overreaching ... a bit? Literary or Poetic License (or both)? 

Hey, these stories are all about fiction (although our dear friend Carlos Hazday would beg to differ).   :whistle:

Back to the story, I love the secret path the peanuts took from Ivan's farm to Angel's Home and the kitchen. BTW, does Ivan own shares of Apple, because each new generation of his family starts with an 'i'. 🙄  Thinking of Ivan's Grandfather, Armand hears a rocking chair. And while that creaking sound is synonymous with GG 🐦, that's only because if each of the dearly departed is happily rocking away, then Heaven needs a big supply of WD-40. 

"And yes, I had to share my dessert with not only Richie and Ronnie’s children but all the little ones who sat with me in the game room. I was surrounded by kids, and I loved it", pretty much sums up Armand's raison d'etre.

To those of you between the 32nd and 49th parallels (stop looking it up, it's the USA), plus Alaska, Guam, Hawai'i, PR and all the troops and others serving abroad, have a safe, Happy Thanksgiving. (and if you can, help those less fortunate during the holidays. Sometimes a hand out really is a helping hand).

Take care Cal. We'll be here waiting patiently. 

🫂

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26 minutes ago, Anton_Cloche said:

I gladly echo the comments, sentiments and compliments of those who have already posted @CLJobe

As to your statement above Cal, regarding the pending (?) conclusion of this epic 'tour de force', (and forgive me if I stated it earlier, somewhere along the way); this 'Never Ending Story' reminds me of the 'Winchester Mystery House*' in San Jose, CA (at 160+ rooms, it's a 'mansion'). It was built, renovated, torn down and rebuilt numerous times over 5 decades from 1884 to 1922 by Sarah Winchester, who was born in New Haven, CT. (the connection to this story and 'Angel's Home.' )

The most prevalent story is that Mrs. Winchester was haunted by the spirits of those killed by Winchester rifles, the company owned by her husband. After his death, a psychic told her that to evade the spirits, she would have to move out west, buy a home, and build nonstop. Hence the house.

https://winchestermysteryhouse.com/sarahs-story/

Ergo, if this story continues forever, so will you Cal. :heart: Am I overreaching ... a bit? Literary or Poetic License (or both)? 

Hey, these stories are all about fiction (although our dear friend Carlos Hazday would beg to differ).   :whistle:

Back to the story, I love the secret path the peanuts took from Ivan's farm to Angel's Home and the kitchen. BTW, does Ivan own shares of Apple, because each new generation of his family starts with an 'i'. 🙄  Thinking of Ivan's Grandfather, Armand hears a rocking chair. And while that creaking sound is synonymous with GG 🐦, that's only because if each of the dearly departed is happily rocking away, then Heaven needs a big supply of WD-40. 

"And yes, I had to share my dessert with not only Richie and Ronnie’s children but all the little ones who sat with me in the game room. I was surrounded by kids, and I loved it", pretty much sums up Armand's raison d'etre.

To those of you between the 32nd and 49th parallels (stop looking it up, it's the USA), plus Alaska, Guam, Hawai'i, PR and all the troops and others serving abroad, have a safe, Happy Thanksgiving. (and if you can, help those less fortunate during the holidays. Sometimes a hand out really is a helping hand).

Take care Cal. We'll be here waiting patiently. 

🫂

Beautifully Said Anton 💎

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24 minutes ago, Anton_Cloche said:

I gladly echo the comments, sentiments and compliments of those who have already posted @CLJobe

As to your statement above Cal, regarding the pending (?) conclusion of this epic 'tour de force', (and forgive me if I stated it earlier, somewhere along the way); this 'Never Ending Story' reminds me of the 'Winchester Mystery House*' in San Jose, CA (at 160+ rooms, it's a 'mansion'). It was built, renovated, torn down and rebuilt numerous times over 5 decades from 1884 to 1922 by Sarah Winchester, who was born in New Haven, CT. (the connection to this story and 'Angel's Home.' )

The most prevalent story is that Mrs. Winchester was haunted by the spirits of those killed by Winchester rifles, the company owned by her husband. After his death, a psychic told her that to evade the spirits, she would have to move out west, buy a home, and build nonstop. Hence the house.

https://winchestermysteryhouse.com/sarahs-story/

Ergo, if this story continues forever, so will you Cal. :heart: Am I overreaching ... a bit? Literary or Poetic License (or both)? 

Hey, these stories are all about fiction (although our dear friend Carlos Hazday would beg to differ).   :whistle:

Back to the story, I love the secret path the peanuts took from Ivan's farm to Angel's Home and the kitchen. BTW, does Ivan own shares of Apple, because each new generation of his family starts with an 'i'. 🙄  Thinking of Ivan's Grandfather, Armand hears a rocking chair. And while that creaking sound is synonymous with GG 🐦, that's only because if each of the dearly departed is happily rocking away, then Heaven needs a big supply of WD-40. 

"And yes, I had to share my dessert with not only Richie and Ronnie’s children but all the little ones who sat with me in the game room. I was surrounded by kids, and I loved it", pretty much sums up Armand's raison d'etre.

To those of you between the 32nd and 49th parallels (stop looking it up, it's the USA), plus Alaska, Guam, Hawai'i, PR and all the troops and others serving abroad, have a safe, Happy Thanksgiving. (and if you can, help those less fortunate during the holidays. Sometimes a hand out really is a helping hand).

Take care Cal. We'll be here waiting patiently. 

🫂

I wonder if you realize I don't post until you have commented. Every time I think of ending the story, something rattles the brain ergo another chapter. BTW- are you jogging yet?

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48 minutes ago, CLJobe said:

I wonder if you realize I don't post until you have commented. Every time I think of ending the story, something rattles the brain ergo another chapter. BTW- are you jogging yet?

Ouch. Didn't see that PRT, SEPTA or PA city bus coming. Just kidding. Without winter tires it won't make it to NNY, let alone this far north ❄️ 🎅🏼.  (Snowball fight?).

Jogging option disappeared a few years ago BC. (Before Covid NOT the OLDER period 🦖.)  Some parts no longer under OEM warranty.  Last week's 3-week Post-Surgery check-up revealed 'surface' things taking longer to than expected to "bond". So I get to repeat visit in 3 more weeks. Good news is I am dealing directly with head of surgery at University hospital who has a great "Bedside Manner". 🤞🏼'Day Surgery' had me up, out and walking (flat & some stairs) that afternoon. Then the anesthesia wore off. Before snow, freezing rain etc arrived last night, average was .5 to 1.5km / day. (1/3 to 1 U.S. miles). Plan to double that weekly with caution. When you are young and carefree, winter for most can be just another playtime. To quote my nieces "M'eh".

Take Care Cal. 

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54 minutes ago, CLJobe said:

I wonder if you realize I don't post until you have commented. Every time I think of ending the story, something rattles the brain ergo another chapter. BTW- are you jogging yet?

Ouch. Didn't see that PRT, SEPTA or PA city bus coming. Just kidding. Without winter tires it won't make it to NNY, let alone this far north ❄️ 🎅🏼.  (Snowball fight?).

Jogging option disappeared a few years ago BC. (Before Covid NOT the OLDER period 🦖.)  Some parts no longer under OEM warranty.  Last week's 3-week Post-Surgery check-up revealed 'surface' things taking longer to than expected to "bond". So I get to repeat visit in 3 more weeks. Good news is I am dealing directly with head of surgery at University hospital who has a great "Bedside Manner". 🤞🏼'Day Surgery' had me up, out and walking (flat & some stairs) that afternoon. Then the anesthesia wore off. Before snow, freezing rain etc arrived last night, average was .5 to 1.5km / day. (1/3 to 1 U.S. miles). Plan to double that weekly with caution. When you are young and carefree, winter for most can be just another playtime. To quote my nieces "M'eh".

Take Care Cal. 

🫂

 

 

 

 

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