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Ann and Anna, (serial short story, Part 16): Power

      …  Parts 15 (Knowledge)14 (Words)13 (Interruptions)12 (Gifts)11 (Punishment),  10 (Warmth),   9 (Found)8 (Lost)7 (Rock)6 (Believe), 5 (Naming), 4 (Home), 3 (Trust), 2 (Hope), and 1 (Nightmares) have posted on previous Sundays…

     Anna looked at us, her mischievous smile mirroring that of little Tilly.  They looked at each other, and Anna gave a slight nod.  I was sure there had been a wink of her eye in there, too, although her head was turned away from me.

 

Little Tilly skipped over to the writing desk, withdrawing a particularly small but official seeming document with great care.  Then, turning to face me, she folded her body into the most graceful curtsy I had ever seen from a child so young.  I glanced in confusion at Anna, who merely lifted an eyebrow at me.  Tilly arose from her curtsy and carried the paper to me, holding it out with her head bowed, as if I were…

 

“No, oh, no, Tilly.  Anna -”  I shook my head as my eyes began to fill with tears.  I would not play the role of those from whom we had so lately escaped.

 

“Yes, Miss Willow, it must be this way.  And you must conform.”  The steady look Anna placed upon me was almost stern.

 

Poor Mrs. H. looked quite bewildered.

 

“I cannot do it.”

 

“You can, Miss Willow, and for all of our sake, you must succeed.”

 

Anna crossed the few steps separating us, which had suddenly begun to seem like a great chasm.  She took my hand in both of hers, those hazel eyes looking directly into mine.

 

“Willow,” she whispered, “this is our best chance to get away safely, all three of us.  Free .”

 

I’d begun to tremble so violently that I could hardly speak.  This was apparently what Anna had been expecting, for she nodded once again to Tilly, who turned, now facing Mrs. H., and held out the paper to her.  Mrs. H. patted the tiny hand as she took the paper and glanced at it, before looking back up.

 

Tilly held her hand out for the paper again, which Mrs. H. relinquished.  Again, that demure approach, deep curtsy, and the paper held up to me, with her head bowed.  Anna squeezed my hand, nodding toward Tilly.  I felt like a small child being encouraged to eat.  I reached out for the paper, hefting its weight as if it were my sewing scissors.  I looked at it, waiting for the marks on the paper to resolve themselves into words.  None did.

 

I looked up at Anna in despair, but she merely nodded again, this time winking her eye, at me!  What was going on, here?

 

I looked back at the paper, knowing that I had missed something.  It became our old game once again, as I sought for words that Mrs. H. had shown us, now not on the printed page, but on a handwritten paper.  Mrs. H. had been schooling us in reading her handwritten copy of that passage through the Sea which I loved so, and we grew to love her, for that great labor.

 

“My hand” was the first phrase I was able to make out.

 

I jumped slightly, as Mrs. H. nodded her approval.  She had drawn very near, reading the paper over my shoulder as I worked to puzzle out the handwritten words.

 

Anna nodded at me again, encouraging my return to our reading game.  This challenge was far greater, but I now understood how great would be our reward.  I must not fail.

 

“Servant!”

 

I looked up in time to see a rapid look pass between the two women, no longer shocking me by it’s equality.  I was now too bound up in the task at hand.  The final word on the paper sprang out at me, setting my teeth on edge as it came clear.  The one word I would know without ever needing to be taught.  My throat caught as I read out the name of that odious Dominion.

 

 “Virginia.”*

 

*Readers not from DC or Virginia may not know that this Commonwealth is also known as The Old Dominion.

       This is the continuation scene in my historical fiction series  Ann&Anna.  I  hope that this series will move you to learn more ways to help use our history to build new tools.

  Part 15 (Knowledge) was last Sunday, and Part 17 will be next Sunday.

I look forward to your thoughts.

Shira

Action Prompts:

1.) Share your thoughts on how this story may encourage empathy-building cooperation, and might help, or hinder, inclusive thinking.  It is my personal contribution to Project Do Better.

2.) Write a story, post or tweet that uses those thoughts.

Dear Readers, have you ideas on learning, especially multiple #LanguageLearning, on-going education and empathy-building, to #EndPoverty, #EndHomelessness,  #EndMoneyBail & achieve freedom for All HumanKind? 

Support our key #PublicDomainInfrastructure  & #StopSmoking at least for CCOVID-19:
1. #PublicLibraries,
2. #ProBono legal aid and Education,
3. #UniversalHealthCare, and
4. good #publictransport
Read, Write

-we can learn from the past via Stayed on Freedom’s Call,

          by Teaching and Learning (Lesson Plan list) in the present, to

                                                                                     Do Better:  to create a kinder future

 

Peace    

Shira Destinie A. Jones, MPhil, MAT, BSCS

the year, 2021 CE = year 12021 HE

( 5 month GED lesson 28 of 67 plans…),

       and Ranger M.’s Babylon 5 review posts, because story inspires learning, and historical stories inspire tool-building, right?  “Of course right!”

Stayed on Freedom’s Call
(free: https://archive.org/details/StayedOnF…)
includes two ‘imagination-rich’ walking tours, with songs, of Washington, DC. New interviews and research are woven into stories of old struggles shared by both the Jewish and African-American communities in the capital city.

Shared histories are explored from a new perspective of cultural parallels and parallel institution-building which brought the two communities together culturally and historically.

 If you have time, please let us know, here, if you do read Stayed.

Shira 

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Ann and Anna, (serial short story, Part 15): Knowledge

      …  Parts 14 (Words)13 (Interruptions)12 (Gifts)11 (Punishment),  10 (Warmth),   9 (Found)8 (Lost)7 (Rock)6 (Believe), 5 (Naming), 4 (Home), 3 (Trust), 2 (Hope), and 1 (Nightmares) have posted on previous Sundays…

     Not long after beginning our lessons, Mrs. H. had noted a peculiarity about me.  While Anna was quick to learn her letters and put them together as sounds, spelling out her name and mine, I was not.  One evening, wishing to hear the story of Moses leading the Children of Israel through the Red Sea, I had asked Mrs. H. if she would read it to us.  She did so with excellent cheer, pointing to each word as she spoke it.  Not long into our reading, she was suddenly called away, and had handed me the Good Book to continue looking at it.  It was wondrous in my eyes, having always been forbidden the liberty of seeing any books, and having been closely watched for any signs of excessive curiosity.  Even my embroidery was forbidden to use any lettering.  The samplers one sees in the homes of white women were forbidden to my eyes, and thus I had to make due with flower and other designs taught to me by Miss Mary.  That evening, I had eagerly grasped the chance to devour these words.

The memory of sitting there, free to drink in both the words before me and the scent of my dear Anna, brought the first joy I had ever felt:

“Shall we see what we can read now, Miss Anna?”

I’d lowered my head just a tad, and favored her with my best coquettish regard, batting my eyelids twice for effect.  It had worked.

“Are you inviting me to try reading from the Song of Songs, Miss Willow?”

She’d moved closer to me on the bed, her warmth spreading over me like the softest of comforters.  I blushed now to remember how I had quite nearly forgotten myself.

“Well, I do not know how we are to find the right place in this enormous Book, but I…”

She had taken my hand in hers.  I had then found myself lost for words, gazing at her lips, feeling the smooth paper in one hand, and the softness of her fingers in the other.

“Let us start at the Beginning, then, my dearest Willow.”

All I could do was nod.

Anna and I had made a game of it, seeing which words we could puzzle out for ourselves.  Imagine our surprise upon finding that looking back at the words to which Mrs. H. had pointed, I could recall each of them perfectly, even in other places in the good Book.  Now, that strange ability, it seemed, might come to some good use.

“Mrs. H. you must put our dear Willow here to the test, if you please.”

Anna’s voice shook me from my reverie, as I realized that the good doctor’s wife was standing in our room, somehow having managed to escape my notice.  This was very odd, for I never missed the sounds, however slight, of a person approaching my doorway.  I took it as a sign that I must be coming to feel safer in this place.  Sadly, I knew that we couldn’t stay much longer.  Each day that we passed here put us all in greater danger.

“Why of course, young Joe.  What did you have in mind?”

The doctor and his wife were always calling her Joe, now that little Tilly was here.  Perhaps preparing for the roles we must play upon departing this station.

“Well, Mrs. H., I have an inkling of an idea, but I believe that it hinges upon Miss Willow here being able to use her particular talent to recognize certain words where ever they might appear.”

We both looked at her with questions in our eyes.  Little Tilly simply smiled.  What did this young child know that we did not?

 

       This is the continuation scene in my historical fiction series  Ann&Anna.  I  hope that this series will move you to learn more ways to help use our history to build new tools.

  Part 14 was last Sunday, and Part 16 (Power) will be next Sunday.

I look forward to your thoughts.

Shira

Action Prompts:

1.) Share your thoughts on how this story may encourage empathy-building cooperation, and might help, or hinder, inclusive thinking.

2.) Write a story, post or tweet that uses those thoughts.

Dear Readers, have you ideas on learning, especially multiple #LanguageLearning, on-going education and empathy-building, to #EndPoverty, #EndHomelessness,  #EndMoneyBail & achieve freedom for All HumanKind? 

Support our key #PublicDomainInfrastructure  & #StopSmoking at least for CCOVID-19:
1. #PublicLibraries,
2. #ProBono legal aid and Education,
3. #UniversalHealthCare, and
4. good #publictransport
Read, Write

-we can learn from the past via Stayed on Freedom’s Call,

          by Teaching and Learning (Lesson Plan list) in the present, to

                                                                                     Do Better:  to create a kinder future

 

Peace    

Shira Destinie A. Jones, MPhil, MAT, BSCS

the year, 2021 CE = year 12021 HE

( 5 month GED lesson 28 of 67 plans…),

       and Ranger M.’s Babylon 5 review posts, because story inspires learning, and historical stories inspire tool-building, right?  “Of course right!”

Stayed on Freedom’s Call
(free: https://archive.org/details/StayedOnF…)
includes two ‘imagination-rich’ walking tours, with songs, of Washington, DC. New interviews and research are woven into stories of old struggles shared by both the Jewish and African-American communities in the capital city.

Shared histories are explored from a new perspective of cultural parallels and parallel institution-building which brought the two communities together culturally and historically.

 If you have time, please let us know, here, if you do read Stayed.

Shira 

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Parashat Bo, and when Come really means Go

     This week’s Torah portion, “Parashat Bo / פָּרָשַׁת בֹּא”  is the 15th sedra (portion) in the annual Jewish cycle, and the third portion in the book of Exodus/Shemot.   The entire Torah Portion is: Exodus 10:1-13:16

      This week, traditional congregations (and maybe a few Masorti/Conservative Movement folks) will read the entire portion, from ‘the last three plagues on Egypt to the first Passover’ or, in the words of Zorba, “The full catastrophe.”   

       I was invited, when I lived in Izmir, to eat the first Seder with a family who chose to treat me as a man, handing me the walking stick with the bundle tied over it, as we used to picture Hobos carrying their things, ready to ride the rails, hopping trains during the Great Depression.  That impressed me deeply, both being treated as a man, while the women of the family watched us each pretend to walk down the path carrying a heavy burden, and the miming of the burden, itself.  This is not a custom I have seen any Ashkenazi families keep, so it was new to me.  It also made me think of my own ancestors, enslaved in the United States of America before the Civil War, and to wonder how many of them thought of this journey, and if they could make a similar journey to freedom.

     How can we make the future more certain and safe and free for all of us, today?

   What do you think,   Thoughtful Readers?

Parashat Vaera was last week…

Action Prompts:

1.)  Share your thoughts on how to keep all of us safer, please.   The invitation to all who are hungry, is it real?

2.)  Write a book, story, post or tweet that uses these thoughts.

Dear Readers, ideas on learning, especially multiple #LanguageLearning, on-going education and empathy-building, to #EndPoverty, #EndHomelessness,  #EndMoneyBail & achieve freedom for All HumanKind?

Support our key #PublicDomainInfrastructure  & #StopSmoking for COVID-19:
1. #PublicLibraries,
2. #ProBono legal aid and Education,
3. #UniversalHealthCare, and
4. good #publictransport

Read, Write

-we can learn from the past Stayed on Freedom’s Call ,

                by Teaching and Learning (Lesson Plan list) in the present, to

                                               help build a kinder future, and Do Better Project for a Better World

( Golden 5 month GED lesson 22 of 67 plans),

   and  Babylon 5 review posts, from a Minbari Ranger’s perspective,

               and can historical fiction stories inspires learning and courage, Ann and Willow??

l’Shalom, Peace

Shira Destinie A. Jones, MPhil, MAT, BSCS

Shira

the year, 2021 CE = year 12021 HE

Stayed on Freedom’s Call
(free: https://archive.org/details/StayedOnF…)
includes two ‘imagination-rich’ walking tours, with songs, of Washington, DC. New interviews and research are woven into stories of old struggles shared by both the Jewish and African-American communities in the capital city.

Shared histories are explored from a new perspective of cultural parallels and parallel institution-building which brought the two communities together culturally and historically.

  We’d love to hear from you here,  if you read it! 

🙂

 

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Ann and Anna, (serial short story, Part 14): Words

      …  Parts 13 (Interruptions)12 (Gifts)11 (Punishment),  10 (Warmth),   9 (Found)8 (Lost)7 (Rock)6 (Believe), 5 (Naming), 4 (Home), 3 (Trust), 2 (Hope), and 1 (Nightmares) have posted on previous Sundays…

 

Part 14: Words

 

     Anna looked back at me, shaking her head ever so slightly.  Now was not the time for questions.  Apparently the state of things was more delicate than I had surmised.

 

“Well, no decisions should be made on an empty stomach.  Young Tilly has helped me to prepare dinner, and there is to be pie afterward.  Then, and not a moment before, we will find some manner of resolving this situation.”

 

The doctor’s wife had spoken, and not an objection was there to be heard.  The doctor placed the sheaf of papers upon the writing desk by the bedside, nodded at both of us, and left the room, his wife having already gone down to see to dinner.  The smell of pie was now being joined by that of what seemed to be a collection of roasted vegetable smells, as though it were Sunday after church.

 

The three of us shared a basin to wash up and dress for dinner, only just sitting in a row on the bed by the time the doctor’s wife arrived carrying a larger tray than usual.  Anna and Tilly helped her arrange our place settings, while I made sure that all remained in equilibrium, seated as we were upon the bedside.

 

“I must return and dine downstairs with my husband, in case any curious neighbors look in, but I shall come back up shortly to collect the dishes.  I do wish you all a good meal.”

 

We each nodded our thanks, and she gave a gracious nod in return before closing the door behind her.  I looked at Anna, nodding toward little Tilly’s plate.  Anna turned to the child, encouraging her to eat, but the little girl shook her head.

 

“Grace.”

 

By all the heavens.  At last!  I was overjoyed to finally be able to say grace without seeming to be a troublesome patient.  Anna smiled, and all three of us bowed our heads.  Tilly looked up at me, and I decided to give some small thanks to the good Lord for getting us here safely.  Then, our hearts more at ease, we ate with less worry.  It was still plain that each of us feared this new development, but things suddenly seemed just a little bit better.

 

After clearing about half her plate, seeming to be absorbed in her thoughts as she ate, Anna looked up at me.

 

“Miss Willow?”

 

“Yes, Miss Anna?”

 

“How do you feel about your reading, now?”

 

My heart sank.  I had been sure that this question would come soon, and equally sure that I would not be up to the challenge which the question was meant to represent.

 

During the time I spent convalescing at the home of Dr. H., we were not idle.  The doctor’s wife spent every spare moment, it seemed, showing me a new eye chart, with diverse characters of the alphabet.

 

This served two purposes.  First, in checking my vision after each meal, we could all see the progress of my recovery.  Second, and most urgently, Anna and I were learning our letters.  We would need to know how to read if we were to make sure our escape, for many papers and postings made mention of our evasion, and according to a certain Mr. Bacon, knowledge was power.

 

Little did we know how soon the need for such power would arrive.

 

 

       This is the continuation scene in my historical fiction series  Ann&Anna.  I  hope that this series will move you to learn more ways to help use our history to build new tools.

  Part 13 was last Sunday, and Part 15 will be next Sunday.

I look forward to your thoughts.

Shira

Action Prompts:

1.) Share your thoughts on how this story may encourage empathy-building cooperation, and might help, or hinder, inclusive thinking.

2.) Write a story, post or tweet that uses those thoughts.

Dear Readers, ideas on learning, especially multiple #LanguageLearning, on-going education and empathy-building, to #EndPoverty, #EndHomelessness,  #EndMoneyBail & achieve freedom for All HumanKind? 

Support our key #PublicDomainInfrastructure  & #StopSmoking at least for CCOVID-19:
1. #PublicLibraries,
2. #ProBono legal aid and Education,
3. #UniversalHealthCare, and
4. good #publictransport
Read, Write

-we can learn from the past via Stayed on Freedom’s Call ,

        by Teaching and Learning (Lesson Plan list) in the present, to

                     We can  Do Better:  Project Do Better proposes a path to create a kinder future

 

Peace    

Shira Destinie A. Jones, MPhil, MAT, BSCS

the year, 2021 CE = year 12021 HE

( 5 month GED lesson 22 of 67 plans…),

       and Ranger M.’s Babylon 5 review posts, because story inspires learning, and historical stories inspire tool-building, right?  “Of course right!”

Stayed on Freedom’s Call
(free: https://archive.org/details/StayedOnF…)
includes two ‘imagination-rich’ walking tours, with songs, of Washington, DC. New interviews and research are woven into stories of old struggles shared by both the Jewish and African-American communities in the capital city.

Shared histories are explored from a new perspective of cultural parallels and parallel institution-building which brought the two communities together culturally and historically.

Please let us know, here, that you’ve read it, and what you think.

Shira 

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Ann and Anna, (serial short story, Part 13): Interruptions

      …  Parts 12 (Gifts)11 (Punishment),  10 (Warmth),   9 (Found)8 (Lost)7 (Rock)6 (Believe), 5 (Naming), 4 (Home), 3 (Trust), 2 (Hope), and 1 (Nightmares) have posted on previous Sundays…

     During the time that we stayed in that place of respite, we always took our meals up in our room.  It had a small window very high up, and thus seemed safe enough from curious glances.  Though I gained steadily in strength each day, all the household, it seemed, hung on tender-hooks for my recovery.  We ate simple fare, whether due to my delicate condition, or to Mrs. H.’s lack of kitchen help, I did not know.  But we ate often, and the food was filling.  We knew we would need it for the journey ahead.

 

One morning, the doctor knocked on our door.  This was unusual, now that my head injury no longer needed such precise looking after.  Anna normally performed this service for me, several times per day.  I wasn’t sure it was always strictly necessary, but I enjoyed the closeness of her attentions.  As she opened the door, the smell of an apple pie wafted in with Dr. H.  He looked a bit nervous, as did the young dark-skinned girl behind him.  Who was she?

 

He was holding some papers, which he looked at so long that I thought they must burst into flame.  At last, he cleared his throat.

 

“I am sorry to impose a change of plans on all of us, but I have found myself presented with a situation for which I had not been entirely prepared.”

He glanced down at the child, who lowered her head even further, as if attempting to make herself invisible.  Just at that moment, the doctor’s wife appeared in the doorway, stepping in and bending down to take the girl into her arms in one graceful movement.

 

“Don’t be afraid, Tilly.  None of this is your fault.  You are a very good and brave little girl.”

The woman’s whisper had somehow managed to carry all the way across the room, filling each of us with a dread that grew heavier with every passing moment.  The doctor broke the silence by holding up the sheaf of papers in his hand.

 

“Poor Tilly, here, has come to us with a Porter from another town.  Unbeknownst to him, our house was not empty, as it was scheduled to be.  He brought her here from a departure that did not go as planned elsewhere.  I cannot tell you more, of course, but I could not bear to turn her away.  I hope that you can make do with this situation until we find a way to resolve it.”

I looked at little Tilly, seeing how small she was, like my dear Little Sal.  Before the tears could come to my eyes, I beckoned for the child, who came cautiously toward me, as if approaching a hot frying pan.  I held out my hand, waiting for her to reach out, and found Anna there beside me, holding both of our hands together.  She was looking from me to this child as if the oddest notion had just occurred to her.  I wondered what new mischief that agile mind of hers was cooking up.

 

“Doctor, what are those papers you’ve got there?”

He looked relieved to finally have a question to answer.

 

“These are your Free Papers, Joe, and your Hack License to drive up to Philadelphia.  This was to have been a simpler affair, but now we have had to improvise, as Mr. D. is no longer available for you to drive him up there.”

I looked at Anna.  Would she, or could she, explain who this was?  So much of this affair was shrouded in deliberate mystery.  I hoped to hear at least some of it brought to light.

 

 

 

       This is the continuation scene in my historical fiction series  Ann&Anna.  I  hope that this series will move you to learn more ways to help use our history to build new tools.

  Part 12 was last Sunday, and Part 14 will be next Sunday.

I look forward to your thoughts.

Shira

Action Prompts:

1.) Share your thoughts on how this story may encourage empathy-building cooperation, and might help, or hinder, inclusive thinking.

2.) Write a story, post or tweet that uses those thoughts.

Dear Readers, ideas on learning, especially multiple #LanguageLearning, on-going education and empathy-building, to #EndPoverty, #EndHomelessness,  #EndMoneyBail & achieve freedom for All HumanKind? 

Support our key #PublicDomainInfrastructure  & #StopSmoking at least for CCOVID-19:
1. #PublicLibraries,
2. #ProBono legal aid and Education,
3. #UniversalHealthCare, and
4. good #publictransport
Read, Write

-we can learn from the past Stayed on Freedom’s Call for free,

        by Teaching and Learning (Lesson Plans offline) in the present, to

                     We can  Do Better:  Project Do Better proposes a path to create a kinder future

 

Peace    

Shira Destinie A. Jones, MPhil, MAT, BSCS

the year, 2021 CE = year 12021 HE

( 5 month GED lesson 22 of 67 plans…),

       and Ranger M.’s Babylon 5 review posts, because story inspires learning, and historical stories inspire tool-building, right?  “Of course right!”

Stayed on Freedom’s Call
(free: https://archive.org/details/StayedOnF…)
includes two ‘imagination-rich’ walking tours, with songs, of Washington, DC. New interviews and research are woven into stories of old struggles shared by both the Jewish and African-American communities in the capital city.

Shared histories are explored from a new perspective of cultural parallels and parallel institution-building which brought the two communities together culturally and historically.

Please leave a review, if you can, on the GoodReads page.

Shira 

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Writing process: meet the Protagonist -Isaias

This is a note  from the protagonist of my novel in progress, Book I of my historical fantasy series: Who By Fire.  He is answering my question about who his parents are:

(The image above is from W. Commons, as a hover-over should note: Lucy…)

       I am the escaped body servant of a man who is still legally in possession of my person, and of my life.  He may also be in the process of purchasing my wife Lucy, a quadroon.   She is more a parent to me than any person on this earth ever has been.

I never knew my parents , because I was raised by a speculator who, I am told, purchased me as an infant from a “pleasure house” where my mother was a fancy maid.  As it is told, the speculator bought me with the intention of grooming me, as the Fancy Maids are groomed and trained, in order to be sold to a gentleman of quality as his Fancy Boy, some men leaning in that direction.  My current putative owner purchased me and trained me to become his body servant, never once calling me a Fancy.  Nevertheless.  Things are not always what they seem, are they?

Thank you for this response, Isaias.  May you fully win and keep your freedom, and that of your family.

Thoughtful Readers, more will come shortly about the story of Isaias, his wife Lucy, and their son J.

Shira

Action Prompts:

1.) Share your thoughts on how one is affected by being raised without affection, and how historical fiction, and story in general, may encourage empathy-building cooperation, and might help, or hinder, inclusive thinking.

2.) Write a book, story, post or tweet that uses those thoughts, and share it with us, please.

Dear Readers, ideas on learning, especially multiple #LanguageLearning, on-going education and empathy-building, to #EndPoverty, #EndHomelessness,  #EndMoneyBail & achieve freedom for All HumanKind?

Support our key #PublicDomainInfrastructure  & #StopSmoking at least for CCOVID-19:
1. #PublicLibraries,
2. #ProBono legal aid and Education,
3. #UniversalHealthCare, and
4. good #publictransport
Read, Write

-we can learn from the past Stayed on Freedom’s Call for free,

by Teaching and Learning (Lesson Plans offline) in the present, to

Project  Do Better: to create a kinder future

Peace

Shira Destinie A. Jones, MPhil, MAT, BSCS

the year, 2021 CE = year 12021 HE

( 5 month GED lesson 22 of 67 plans…),

and Ranger M.’s Babylon 5 review posts, because story inspires learning, and historical fiction stories inspire tool-building, right?  “Of course right!”

Stayed on Freedom’s Call
(free: https://archive.org/details/StayedOnF…)
includes two ‘imagination-rich’ walking tours, with songs, of Washington, DC. New interviews and research are woven into stories of old struggles shared by both the Jewish and African-American communities in the capital city.

Shared histories are explored from a new perspective of cultural parallels and parallel institution-building which brought the two communities together culturally and historically.

Please leave a review, if you can, on the GoodReads page.

Shira

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Writing process and plot hole notes…

This is a note  from my novel journal for Book I of my historical fantasy WiP: Who By Fire.

I’m still in need of more knowledge about my protagonist, even though this information will never go into the novel: who in the heck are his parents?

He doesn’t know, because he has never, to his memory, met them.  But this will make a tremendous difference in his life, so it’s part of the unwritten (or not included in the novel, rather) back story that must be known.  Like an adopted person, it will hang over his head.  Or will it?  Does that lack of knowledge really have to affect a grown person?

Action Prompts:

1.) Share your thoughts on how knowing, or not, who your parents are makes a difference, and how historical fiction, and story in general, may encourage empathy-building cooperation, and might help, or hinder, inclusive thinking.

2.) Write a book, story, post or tweet that uses those thoughts, and share it with us, please.

Dear Readers, ideas on learning, especially multiple #LanguageLearning, on-going education and empathy-building, to #EndPoverty, #EndHomelessness,  #EndMoneyBail & achieve freedom for All HumanKind?

Support our key #PublicDomainInfrastructure  & #StopSmoking at least for CCOVID-19:
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-we can learn from the past Stayed on Freedom’s Call for free,

by Teaching and Learning (Lesson Plans offline) in the present, to

Project  Do Better: to create a kinder future

Peace

Shira Destinie A. Jones, MPhil, MAT, BSCS

the year, 2021 CE = year 12021 HE

( 5 month GED lesson 22 of 67 plans…),

and Ranger M.’s Babylon 5 review posts, because story inspires learning, and historical fiction stories inspire tool-building, right?  “Of course right!”

Stayed on Freedom’s Call
(free: https://archive.org/details/StayedOnF…)
includes two ‘imagination-rich’ walking tours, with songs, of Washington, DC. New interviews and research are woven into stories of old struggles shared by both the Jewish and African-American communities in the capital city.

Shared histories are explored from a new perspective of cultural parallels and parallel institution-building which brought the two communities together culturally and historically.

Please leave a review, if you can, on the GoodReads page.

Shira

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Ann and Anna, (serial short story, Part 12): Gifts

      …  Parts 11 (Punishment), 10 (Warmth)9 (Found)8 (Lost), 7 (Rock), 6 (Believe), 5 (Naming), 4 (Home), 3 (Trust), 2 (Hope), and 1 (Nightmares) have posted on previous Sundays…

     She handed us our plates, patting my hand in a motherly fashion as she guided the trembling hand holding my plate into my lap.  Our cutlery was bundled in white linen napkins, not monogrammed, I was surprised to see.  She held up a perfectly soft hand, as I made to thank her for her kindness.  She must have had some household help, but they were nowhere to be seen, or heard, rather.

“You must save your strength, young Willow, and recover.  You are safe here.”

     She had a very mild Northern accent, from which state, I could not tell.  It seemed she had lived here long enough to learn to hide her true origin, or to forget, as I had.  As she turned to go, I sent a look to Anna, wondering if she would catch my meaning.  She did.

 

“Mrs. H.  Will you stay, if you please?”

     The doctor’s wife turned back toward us, looking at me for just a moment, before nodding graciously.

 

“I shall have to go downstairs to bring up my own breakfast, but yes, I will stay with you awhile, if you both like.”

     I tried to give her an appreciative smile, as I took in the shock.  She acknowledged me with another nod, before turning to go back down to the kitchens, leaving the door open, this time.  There must indeed have been no servants about, this day.  I hoped we were not too much of a burden on this kind woman.  She was evidently not accustomed to rough work, and with no burns or callouses, not even to cooking, I imagined.  What trouble must we be for these good people, and danger of a much worse fate, if caught helping us, to boot.  The very idea that she would eat with us was as foreign to me as being served by her.  And yet, here, it seemed, this wonder was about to come to pass.

 

     A light tread upon the stairs announced the return of Mrs. H., the same tray now carrying her plate and cutlery, wrapped in the same sort of napkin as ours had been.  But her plate was lacking something.     She had no bacon.

 

“Oh!”   

     A thought had startled me so, that I had failed to hide my chagrin.  As both Anna and  the doctor’s wife looked at me expecting some malady, I blushed to the very tips of my toes, my face burning with shame.

 

“I’m so terribly sorry, M-”

 

     Again, she held up her hand, sharply, this time.  I knew, I was to save my strength, and I also felt that she must have some similar horror of what I might have been about to call her.  Being raised up North, as I supposed she’d been, our ways of addressing one another must have been a cause of consternation for her.  For me, however, there was a greater cause, still.  This woman, it seemed, had sacrificed her own meal for us.  There was a slice of bacon each, upon our plates, yet only grits and an egg upon hers.  I felt that, for the first time, I must have taken the food out of another woman’s mouth.  It was a thought that turned my stomach.  Bad enough that the poor animal who provided us with this food must be sacrificed for our needs.

 

“What’s the matter, Honey?”  

     Anna was right at my side, her hand against my face as if to check my temperature.  I looked down at my plate, toward the bacon, and she again seemed to understand in an instant.  How did she do that?

 

“If you don’t think that this bacon will sit well in your stomach, I might have to say the same for myself.  Mrs. H., we’ve not been used to eating such rich fare, neither of us.  We may both do well to forgo this kindness, much as we appreciate it, Ma’am.”

 

     I saw a steady look pass between them, one I had never imagined could pass between a negress and a white woman.  The doctor’s wife nodded once again.  Then she leaned over from the chair where she had sat while Anna came to me, taking the slice from my plate, and adding it to hers.  To Anna, though, she looked, almost sternly:

 

“Now Anna, sorry, Joe.  You are a driver, and need more meat to keep up your strength, especially in this cold.  You should try to eat this bacon, and let me know how you feel, then, alright?”

 

     I had the feeling that this woman would be quite at home giving lessons to unruly school boys.  Anna actually lowered her head a bit, as if abashed.

 

“Yes-”

 

“And no more of this Ma’am business, if you please, young Joe.”

 

     Then she smiled, and sat back in her chair, taking up her fork and stirring the melted butter into her grits before nodding encouragingly at each of us, in an invitation to join her in the meal.  

     I was surprised again, having half expected to say grace before eating, but decided that it might be impolite to do so.  Instead, I picked up my fork and edged it into my own grits.  They were a bit chewy, but not bad for northern cooking.  As the other women ate their bacon, I relaxed, enjoying my grits as if for the first time in my life.  No longer was the lack of bacon a torment.  Now, it was a gift.  I’d been able, for once, to treat another person to a luxury, and it felt as if, in that moment, the world was indeed a better place to live.

 

      At least for a while.

 

       This is the continuation scene in my new historical fiction series  Ann&Anna.  I  hope that this series will move you to learn more ways to help use our history to build new tools.

  Part 11 was last Sunday, and Part 13 will be next Sunday.

   I look forward to your thoughts, Thoughtful Readers, and especially to your thoughts on this part, Cousin M.! 

   Thank you all for reading and following my work.

Shira

Action Prompts:

1.) Share your thoughts on how this story may encourage empathy-building cooperation, and might help, or hinder, inclusive thinking.

2.) Write a story, post or tweet that uses those thoughts.

Dear Readers, ideas on learning, especially multiple #LanguageLearning, on-going education and empathy-building, to #EndPoverty, #EndHomelessness,  #EndMoneyBail & achieve freedom for All HumanKind? 

Support our key #PublicDomainInfrastructure  & #StopSmoking at least for CCOVID-19:
1. #PublicLibraries,
2. #ProBono legal aid and Education,
3. #UniversalHealthCare, and
4. good #publictransport
Read, Write

-we can learn from the past Stayed on Freedom’s Call for free,

        by Teaching and Learning (Lesson Plans offline) in the present, to

                     We can  Do Better: to create a kinder future

 

Peace    

Shira Destinie A. Jones, MPhil, MAT, BSCS

the year, 2021 CE = year 12021 HE

( 5 month GED lesson 21 of 67 plans…),

       and Ranger M.’s Babylon 5 review posts, because story inspires learning, and historical stories inspire tool-building, right?  “Of course right!”

Stayed on Freedom’s Call
(free: https://archive.org/details/StayedOnF…)
includes two ‘imagination-rich’ walking tours, with songs, of Washington, DC. New interviews and research are woven into stories of old struggles shared by both the Jewish and African-American communities in the capital city.

Shared histories are explored from a new perspective of cultural parallels and parallel institution-building which brought the two communities together culturally and historically.

Please leave a review, if you can, on the GoodReads page.

Shira 

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Ann and Anna, (serial short story, Part 11): Punishment?

      …  Parts 10 (Warmth)9 (Found)8 (Lost), 7 (Rock), 6 (Believe), 5 (Naming), 4 (Home), 3 (Trust), 2 (Hope), and 1 (Nightmares) have posted on previous Sundays…

     Bacon!

 

     Anna helped me sit up, and then pushed the bandages a bit higher on my forehead.  The doctor had left my eyes mostly uncovered when he renewed my head dressing, but the bandages still covered my eyes a bit.  It was as if he’d wanted to cover them again, but opted to allow me enough vision to feel safer in my new surroundings.  I was glad of it, for I was quite curious to see who was coming through the door, now.

 

“Here you are, dears.”  

     The woman serving us was white, and seemed as pleased to be bringing us our breakfast as if we had been, too.  My eyes finally allowed me to confirm what my nose and stomach had already told me.

 

     There was indeed bacon.  On both our plates!

 

All my life I had been denied the pleasure of eating bacon.  That torturous smell haunted me, for I was never allowed to eat any.  The Senator, displeased with my refusal to feign happiness with him, had ordered the kitchen staff to cook bacon for breakfast every day, but never to allow me to have any.  Thus, I was always treated to the sight of others enjoying this luxury, but never indulged, myself.  Today, it seemed, that was to change.

 

 

       This is the continuation scene in my new historical fiction series  Ann&Anna.  I  hope that this series will move you to learn more ways to help use our history to build new tools.

  Part 10 was last Sunday, and Part 12 will be next Sunday.

I look forward to your thoughts.

Shira

Action Prompts:

1.) Share your thoughts on how this story may encourage empathy-building cooperation, and might help, or hinder, inclusive thinking.

2.) Write a story, post or tweet that uses those thoughts.

Dear Readers, ideas on learning, especially multiple #LanguageLearning, on-going education and empathy-building, to #EndPoverty, #EndHomelessness,  #EndMoneyBail & achieve freedom for All HumanKind? 

Support our key #PublicDomainInfrastructure  & #StopSmoking at least for CCOVID-19:
1. #PublicLibraries,
2. #ProBono legal aid and Education,
3. #UniversalHealthCare, and
4. good #publictransport
Read, Write

-we can learn from the past Stayed on Freedom’s Call for free,

        by Teaching and Learning (Lesson Plans offline) in the present, to

                     We can  Do Better: to create a kinder future

 

Peace    

Shira Destinie A. Jones, MPhil, MAT, BSCS

the year, 2021 CE = year 12021 HE

( 5 month GED lesson 20 of 67 plans…),

       and Ranger M.’s Babylon 5 review posts, because story inspires learning, and historical stories inspire tool-building, right?  “Of course right!”

Stayed on Freedom’s Call
(free: https://archive.org/details/StayedOnF…)
includes two ‘imagination-rich’ walking tours, with songs, of Washington, DC. New interviews and research are woven into stories of old struggles shared by both the Jewish and African-American communities in the capital city.

Shared histories are explored from a new perspective of cultural parallels and parallel institution-building which brought the two communities together culturally and historically.

Please leave a review, if you can, on the GoodReads page.

Shira 

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Ms. Marian Anderson

Thoughtful Thursdays, Stayed on Freedom’s Call page 41, “For Thee We Sing”

     What songs do you think we can sing to make our history more  inclusive of all of our stories?

     I started my own walking singing tour company in the belief that song was a powerful way to help make this happen.  Some of what I learned is in my book Stayed on Freedom’s Call (last week was page 40…):

 

” … sounds like an English song coming from the building. So maybe not all Jewish services are held entirely in Hebrew after all. The sounds of a lovely organ float out as the door again opens, while you remember overhearing a Jewish friend describing the upper level of Meridian Hill Park.

     You wistfully ponder the uppermost fountain
level, which you never sat in, although you could have passed for White.   You feel glad for your Jewish friend who was able to enjoy it, as you listen to another song, again in English, coming through the door:

        ”Ti’s the give to be simple, ti’s the give to be free,
           Ti’s the gift to be where we ought to be…”

5. Mt. Vernon Sq. DC Historical Society / Carnegie DC Central Public Library: 8 th and K, NW

     You are a White teenager, in the tumultuous year 1939, going to do some work at the library. As you enter the library, you see all the tables taken, filled with Jewish and colored patrons. You take an empty seat next to a colored girl. It feels strange to sit next to her, since every place else in the city keeps them out, so you never see colored people except doing menial work, mostly. This Easter saw a big bruhaha at the Lincoln Memorial over that colored singer the First Lady had give her concert. She was very good, admittedly, but still, everyone knows that the races really should not mix. That is what your parents said. Leaving the library, a group of colored and white children stood on the plaza, singing a song you have never heard before:

                “Lift every voice and sing,

                ’till earth and heaven ring,

                 ring with the harmonies of
liberty…”

6. Chinese Community Church / Ohev Shalom Talmud Torah: 5 th and I St, NW

             Oy, what a year it has been! This September, just like that, we will be

41 …    “

    So, it turns out that I might have needed to explain a bit more about the level of segregation in Washington, DC, too…

page 40 was last week, next week will be Page 42

Action Prompts:

1.) What are your thoughts on this page?  (You can download the entire book for free via the Archive link below…)

2.) Share your thoughts on how this page from Stayed On Freedom’s Call helps continuing empathy-building cooperation, and may also  help, or hinder, inclusive thinking.

4.) Write a story, post or tweet that uses those thoughts.

Dear Readers, ideas on learning, especially multiple #LanguageLearning, on-going education and empathy-building, to #EndPoverty, #EndHomelessness,  #EndMoneyBail & achieve freedom for All HumanKind? 

Support our key #PublicDomainInfrastructure  & #StopSmoking at least for CCOVID-19:
1. #PublicLibraries,
2. #ProBono legal aid and Education,
3. #UniversalHealthCare, and
4. good #publictransport
Read, Write

-we can learn from the past Stayed on Freedom’s Call for free,

          by Teaching and Learning (Lesson Plans offline) in the present, to

                  help build a kinder future: Do Better (was Baby Acres): a Vision of a Better World

 

Peace     ! שָׁלוֹם

Shira Destinie A. Jones, MPhil, MAT, BSCS

Shira

the year, 2021 CE = year 12021 HE

(5 month GED lesson 20 of 67 plans…), and

                                              Babylon 5 review posts, and my historical fiction serial Ann&Anna posts show how story inspires learning…

Stayed on Freedom’s Call
(free: https://archive.org/details/StayedOnF…)
includes two ‘imagination-rich’ walking tours, with songs, of Washington, DC. New interviews and research are woven into stories of old struggles shared by both the Jewish and African-American communities in the capital city.

Shared histories are explored from a new perspective of cultural parallels and parallel institution-building which brought the two communities together culturally and historically.

 

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Shira Destinie Jones’ work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.