Lady Lynda enjoyed Martin Luther King,Jr day with her husband. They each smacked their lips and licked their fingers as they enjoyed their Southern style friend chicken sandwichs. At the end of the day Lady Lynda began cpmtemplating the life of the Montgomery ALpastor Martin L. King of the Ebeneezer Baptist Church in1955 She reminesced same year Rosa Parks refused to give up her bus seat so a white man could sit down. Lady Lynda recalled when she was little she thought the church was named for the character from Charles Dickens novel “The Christmas Carol” She chuckled how her husband joked the story should be called overnight ghost therapy. The woman then shifted back to the civil rights leader MLK.
Seymour Toze wife grimaced in disgust when she remembered in 1955 fourteen year old Emmett Till was lynched by some Klansmen because the teen whistled at a white woman.
Then Lady Lynda mused about MLK organizing the Montgomery AL bus boycot shortly past being elected president of the Montgomery Improvement Association. It was a time when African Americans realized they too could make a difference by their actions.
Lady Lynda gasped as she recalled his house was bombed . She sighed a sigh of relief hiswife and children were saved. How King was charged with conspiracy. How the amazing boycot was for 382 days and how the bus boycot resulted in public transporation resulting in segregating races was not legal. Then the woman bemused how MLKing became 1957 head of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference.
“Seymour Martin Luther King was a great African American wasn’t he? Seymour replied He was not only a great African American. He was a great American. Darling MLK day is a national holiday for all Americans.
Toze solumnly mentioned the 1963″I Have a Dream” Speech and the 8/8/63 Washington DC march The two commented that King and other leaders met with president John F. Kennedy. How the leaders wished for segregation to end in education, African Americans to be better served by the law and more civil rights laws. He then picked up his gin mocktail . Lady Lynda picked up hers and they toasted MLK. Then they hugged each other and kissed.
“Yes he was a noble man. So noble he won the Nobel Peace Prize.” Indeed he was Time magazine’s man of the year. “I’m sure they would say person of the year these days” quipped Mrs Seymour Toze.
“Its a darn shame the first march on Selma AL was met police violence. I’m glad the 2nd march succceeded. ” So am I Sweetybuns, Toze responded. Sadly he was assasinated 1968. Ironically the day before he gave his inspirational speech that mentioned how the LORD allowed him to go to the mountain top. ….I’ve seen the promised land. I may not get there.” Ironic”
The couple toasted each other with “King left a great legacy for every American. ”
“Yes Martin Luther King deserves to be celebrated as every civial rights leader does so that all races could be treated equally under the law. At least that’s how its suppose to be. remarked Seymour. “I most certainly get your drift Most certainly” remarked Lady Lynda. They all deserve a day of honor as we dear most certainy deserve to be close to each other”
>”This is yours truly Lady Lynda May Hoffenstetter Toze. Let’s see Last Friday January 5th was Twelfth Night. Saturday was Epiphany, Sunday was Orthodox Christian Christmas and keeping with the holiday spirit Elvis Presley’s birthday. So many ways to enjoy these wondrous special days. Officially I am not into celebrating any of these celebrations. To be honest I don’t observe the first three. What it comes down to is an excuse to eat fabulous scrumptious food with my most understanding paramour and husband Seymour. Ah yes Seymour Toze.”
12th night is officially the end of the Christmas season Now I know I saw people leave their decorations up past January 5th to each their own. One thing that’s no problem is that yummy Kings cake. Named for I suppose the three kings who visited the Christ Child. It was such a delight for Seymour and I to make the cake from scratch. We followed the recipe on the net Only we made it somewhat less fattening and therefore more healthy.
The recipe ingredients were unbleached flour, egg substitute, almond milk, dried fruit , crushed almonnds, Stevia and raw honey mix for sweetener. It was basically a fancy fruit cake met for a king. ie King cake. I know that my hubby and I loved eating it The desert was made in the crock pot and it took a couple hours to cook.
Epiphany is in commenoration of the Magi and their gifts for baby Jesus. That is a day celebrated by people who practice Christianity worldwide. We chose Italian since it was delicious cuisine and easy to find such restaurants in the neighborhood. We chose an intimate romantic eatery called “Bellisias” That word means the best in Italiano and it certainly lived up to its name. We chose Penne Pasta with Olio and Garlic. Superb.
Orthodox Christmas we enjoyed Greek dishes. Seymour and I figured anything with Feta cheese would make it Greco. It was brown and wild rice
with Feta. Scrumptious I can never eat white rice because of my diabetes. Just an aside here Nobody should eat white rice. Its the brown rice that leaves in the bran. That is where the nutrients are. White leaves out that most important part of the grain.
Lastly its the Kings Birthday. ELVIS!!! My Favorite song “Teddy Bear” I love Teddy’s. They are so sweet. Those pics of Presley and the cute bears brings back such fond memories of me and my Teddy Bear. Seymour still keeps his original Teddy from his childhood. He told me his mother and father thought he was becoming too attached when he insisted on bringing Teddy with them when they went out to eat. Several months of this insistence they sneakily took Teddy away from little Seymour. It was a few days later he found out and called the operator. The woman on the other end of the line told him she couldn’t look up his number without a last name. He tearfully told, with tears streaming down his face. His last name is Bear Teddy Bear. She tried to keep from laughing. When he grew up they gave back his bear and its still with us know. No he doesn’t sleep with it. I know there are a lot of weirdness with Toze but he does draw the line in this case. Getting back to Elvis. There were many fabulous recordings. From his earliest “That’s alright Mama” originally sung and written by Black blues artist Atthur Crudup 1954 to Presley’s recording of “Bridge over Troubled Waters” by Paul Simon. To his beautiful Gospel songs such as “Crying in the Chapel in the mid50s. Recorded in the late 40s by the R&B group the Orioles. Elvis was such an underrated singer. He was so super talented. He recorded his versions of early rock and roll . One exampleJust one question “Good Rockin’ Tonight” by Roy Brown 1947 and an even early blues song Kokomo Arnold’s “Milk Cow Blues” He made thise songs realy rock as only he could. Presley was phenomenal. Swivel hips version of Jr Parker’s”Mystery Train ” is to me hauntingly beautiful. One question.if January 7 is the Orthodox Christmas when is theiR New Year?
“I would like to talk about a topic that is near and dear to me. I realize I’m a little late here being that Christmas was celebrated the other day. As I say better late than never. I was really busy lately with last minute shopping for my Christian friends and Jesus’s birthday. After all Christmas is a birthday celebration. One more thing dears Nothing wrong with Happy Holidays. Nobody is preventing anyone from saying Merry Christmas. I say state whatever makes your toes tap. I do hope every Christian enjoyed Christmas and everyone was able to enjoy the Christmas/Holiday season. I’m hoping the season with whatever special day you celebrate that it was meaningful, joyful to you. Businesses say happy holidays because it includes everyone Happy Holidays is conclusive.
Being of the Jewish persuasion I celebrate Hanukkah. No make that us Jews observe the holiday. yes we get out electron microscopes and we carefully scrutinize every part of this special day. Just a bon mot. Hanukkah even though it originated near the birth of a certain Jewish boy. Legend has it in a stable. I suppose being the Christmas season the hotels were booked. At any rate Hanukkah is not Judaism’s version of Christmas. Though I sincerely wish my dear Christian friends a merry Christmas. To each their own I say.
Lady Lynda wags her finger at the crowd seated in front of her. To signal emphasis. She cleared her throat. Took a sip of water and continued with her speech. As she talked she looked at the people’s expression to see their how they were responding. How friendly, interested they were.
“This holiday is in remembrance when around 100 BCE. That’s our version of BC The letters stand for Before the Christian Era. Oh pardon my interruption. Continuing on. The Maccabees , fighters for the faith defeated the dastardly Syrians and Greeks who ignominiously forbade our folks to practice our faith. How truculent of them. I suppose they never heard of the expression. Practice makes perfect. To add insult to injury they made our ancestors worship a pig in their Grecian temples. Pigs are not kosher. The Hebrew word is tref. It means unclean. The Hebrews took umbrage with their rulers. Mind you I am utterly certain modern day Greeks and Syrians arn’t like that these days. One must not condemn any ethnic group for how they were in the past. Its in the past. I say let go of it. Tata”
“This special day lasts seven days. The reason is there was only enough oil for one day. What a miracle. Oh such fortuitous event. The oil lasted seven days. Ergo we are in observance for one week. Some of us light a candle holder with seven structures for seven candles. The explanation for this is the larger one is in the middle. With this one we light a candle for each of the seven days. Me personally I skp this part because Heaven forbid I would inadvertently start a fire. But most of us do. The true meaning of this time of year is religious freedom. To be free to worship as we please. Oh by the way there is one similarity with Christmas. One that is quite important to our dear boys and girls. Their mothers and fathers give out a gift a day. Some of give out little flat round chocolates wrapped in golden foil to represent money, or in the Hebraic language gelt. Some of us spin a top with eight sides called a dreidal. We bet on what side with wound on the surface it is on. Sometimes we sing “Dreidel dreidel dreidal. I made it out of clay. With dreidal, dreidel. We dreidel I will play. Lady Lynda sang in a sweet contralto. We make potato pancakes called Latkes. So in essence it is a major time for us Jews. ”
The woman nervously stammered as she relaid her predictiment. Dan D was stunned. He was filled with consternation. He was dumbfounded on how to react. She told him how she was constantly emotionally, physically and sexually abused by the man she at first thought was her mentor. She asked if Dan D. Walker could help her once and for all escape her tormentor
“You escaped him now”replied Walker in a reassuring tone.
“I can’t go on like this. I got away from his clutches yet somehow or another. Either him or his faithful henchmen will find me.. You must I beg of you to help me to get away from his clutches. I know you’re the only one who understands. You know what its like to feel the sting of the only attention is one to be stared at…jeered at. He wants to completely destroy my confidence. I felt so sorry for you at the “World’s Cheapest Freak show. To be seen as a deformity rather than a man. The brawny Texan felt a lump in his throat. He saw he was not alone in his feelings of odd person out. He held her tightly, partly because of gratitude and to show he truly cared. Walker tenderly bowed his head toward the bullied woman..The light from the moon shone on the soft curves of her tender neck. Her golden brown eyes lit up as she realized at last she found the man willing and able to help her escape the clutches of the man who did his best to hold her prisoner in her own apartment. Now thanks for Daniel Delbert Walker she was at last free of his clutches.
Daniel Delbert Walker looked out his bedroom picture window he immediately noticed a young woman with copper canyon daisies in her flaxen hair. She shouted “Howdy! to him He ambled toward his room door Walker didn’t know what to make of the brash woman. Her screechy yell was as inviting as bathing in poison ivy. Dan told himself he was as into gals as most men but this much. Still he was curious about her. Once he was outside in the dark, the sliver of a moon silvery gray with a brisk breeze he saw how foolish he was standing there sans overcoat in the bitter cold: He saw the cars and cabs whizzing by on the nearby highway.
“Oh, there you are!” she purred swinging her tote as if it were magnet drawing in the handsome cowboy,. “Do your Texan now; Tex!” Startled. he stumbled. His pride sunk as he landed on his back side, Dan D, wished he wore his heavy wool coat to cushion his backside He wished he could cushion his pride too. . There the woman was, standing a few feet from him, laughing her head off. Then pulled her daisie against her smug face. A glimmer of the moonliight fell across the scene as Walker tried to move his sore knees. Where did she come from? What did she want from him? It seemed as if she just suddenly appeared out of thin air. If only she wasnt so brazen. Gyratng her hips over his sore body and wounded pride. Her limpid gray eyes gazing as if he was a prize specimin
The Texan found it hard to concentrate in the brisk weather.It wasn’t as if he feared her physically.She was a slip of a woman. It was her bold brashinessthat threw him off guard.
The brawny Texan sauntered on bsck to the hotel room entrace. “Don’t leave me here.” she screamed.. Stunned he asked her why. The woman tried to tell him but the words got caught in her throat. They both stood there , gazing at each other trying to find answers –
“You ” she said. your face, is wilful, yet firm, strong chin, caring eyes. “Don’t presume this is a coincidence we’re here.she said “If you help it could save my life.” Her hand reached out to the rugged man’s hand.. “Time is running out for me?she said, bitterly; “Please don’t be ignorant. Help me.Walker was stunned. She lunged towards him in desperation. Can you understsnd how desperate I am?” “I’m asking for help from a near total stranger?”
Suddenly Dan. D recollected he saw her several times staring at him at the freak show. The color left his face as he remembered how her expression back then was one of darkness. It was like there was no understamdomg in her contenance. Yet there was no malice either.. “Please don’t be frightened” I need you to help me get there as I am.” “Yes,” she said, resolutely “my brother–” An expression of utter horror came into her face. “What on earth can I do?”
“It’s all right;,” D.D. Walker said,reassuringly. . Suddenly they heard sirens, Dan D. immediately noticed her eyes followed closely the route of the cop car. “I got to run” she said. Off she ran. The Texan gasped as the lady kickef her high heels. Walker made frantic gestures to hasten. her back to him. But she completely ignored them. . “Sa-ay!” he drawled she sure is stranger than a three headed frog. First she’s pleading for my help Next moment she’s off to the hills. I’m getting weary of this. What in tarnation is going on? . I just know we was talkin’ to each other commented Dan in his thick Texan drawl. ” two people who got caught the the moment. We stood together, gazed in to our eyes and next I knew she fled.. She pleaded for help. I’m attempting to collect my thoughts and make sense of of the incedent. Without a second hesitaton Dan D. ran after the woman. He tried to see what was happening into some logical sequence But the harder he thought, the more illogical the experience seemed How for Heaven’s sake did he ever get jured into a woman who was nearly a total stranger to him. If only he could discover her situation? What blind luck tobe encountered by her. What was her problem? The Texas man thought of going to Google to seek more info on her. Heck every major search engine such as Yahoo, Bing, Ask and many more.
Dan D. sensed the situation was urgent.. He looked at the highway. “The poor little thing!” he thought I am so worried about her. I must persue her to find out what’s going on with her. To be continued.
Dan D. Walker, former exhibit of the “World’s Cheapest Freak show” swaggered into his room at the “Long Horn Grand Hotel” in Beaumont TX . He smiled as he noticed how manly the Western style furtniture looked. He liked how the raw hide leather seats looked so comfy. The rustic bed with the firm mattress and pillows was to his joy filled eyes the epitamy of nightly comfort. The rustic decor hues of warm crimson , sunny yellows and raw umber was the perfect color combination in his view.
The broad shoulders 6’2 brawny Texan reflected on how his life was dramatically different. He winced as he remembered his life in the freak show as the Texan with the accent so thick no one could understand. The man sighed as he recalled no one could understand him….literally. Lady Lynda was heaven sent he told himself to him him elocution lessons. Thanks to her , Dan D. thought he now could live finally a life of real purpose.
Dan D. Walker decided to survey his room. It was then he suddenly noticed a soapy bucket leaning against the wide screen TV. He assumed it was the maid’s. Dan. D. recalled how his dear sweet mother taught to always help others if he could. He decided to walk to the hotel lobby to tell the management what he found in his room. Walker figured he’d enjoy exploring the place where he stayed. Besides it would be much more personable to go in person vs calling on his room’s phone.
The Texan delighted in seeing the original George Caitlin paintings of the old west on the cream colored walls. It felt good walking on the carpet. The decor was so stylish to him. It felt wonderful that he was staying in such a deluxe, comfortable hotel.
Walker took a deep breath and breathed in his rugged chest the wondrous scent of exhilerating woodsy cedar. He loved the sensous odor of that woody, spicy essential oil. It was his favorite spice. It reminded him of the cedar closet when he was a little boy back in Flugleville Texas.
He grinned as he thought of how much was so changed in his life. From a lowly freak to staying in a grand hotel. The one woman he was most thankful for was Mrs Lady Lynda Mae Hoffenfetter Toze. It was she who transformed him into what he is today, an airport worker.
Suddenly as he continued to count his blessings, a woman called out to him. To be continued