All of us go to a middle school that starts at 6th grade, and ends in 8th
grade. Before that, we were in elementary school, and after this, we’ll go
to high school. That’s not how it is everywhere, though. When my papa was
thirteen, his mother got a call from a school district in Idaho Falls, which
is in Idaho, of course. When he was three, she started working as a teacher
at a junior high, which is only 7th and 8th grades. She went to college to
learn how to be a teacher, but after she had kids, she decided to stay home
with them, and never actually got to be a teacher yet. In 1986, she had been
doing it for ten years when they were in the middle of building a brand new
school in Idaho. They asked her to be the principal of it, but it was not
like the one where she was already. This school had all the grades in the
same place. Kindergartners and 12th graders all went to the same really,
really big building. I’m sure they had special reasons for doing it like
that, but I don’t know what they are. I think the school is still there. As
I was saying, papa’s mother moved the whole family there so she could be
principal. She was making a lot of money from doing that. My dad says that
40,000 would be more than 100,000 in today’s dollars. I don’t understand why
it’s different, but it sounds like a lot. Papa’s father had to quit his
really good paying job when they moved to Idaho, but since he was the boss
in Wyoming, he was able to get a really good new job in Idaho doing pretty
much the same thing. This is where they lived for many years.
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The Advancement of Mateo Matic: April 28, 2419
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The Team quickly discovered that they actually weren’t necessarily stuck on
Flindekeldan. When they first escaped from here over 160 years ago, they did
so by flying through a transition window, which took them to the main
sequence version of the planet. After they were gone, luring their enemy at
the time away, Ellie Underhill sealed up this window in order to protect the
remaining residents of this world. When the five realities were destroyed,
and taken into the Sixth Key—or in the case of the main sequence, copied and
left whole—all of the inhabited habitats were brought along for the ride.
Some of them were on planets, some inside of rotating cylinders, and some
only on transport ships. There were five versions of Earth, five versions of
Proxima Doma, even five versions of Durus. Flindekeldan was different in
that it was only inhabited in the main sequence, and in the Parallel, so
only those two ended up in the Sixth Key together.
But together would be a strong word to use in this case, because something
went wrong here. The other version ended up flying off away from the star
system, and into the interstellar void, traveling at an incredibly high
speed. The Flindekeldans have since lost track of it, so if Team Matic
wanted to get to its Nexus, they would have to find it first. It wasn’t just
about them, though. Arcadia and Vearden also wanted to return to the rest of
civilization, but there was a complication. Their daughter only existed for
one day a year, and that day did not correspond with the other time jumpers.
So while they were gone for their interim year, the Haywoods took the Dante
into orbit, along with Cheyenne. Now that she was flying in a ship, Cheyenne
would always return to the timestream relative to that, rather than the
middle of orbital space, which would kill her. In the meantime, Arcadia and
Vearden lived up there alone. Also during this time, Ramses’ probes went off
in search of the other Flindekeldan.
Today was April 28, 2419, so the team was back, and Flindakeldan II was
found, but Cheyenne was gone again. They could reach their exit in a matter
of hours, but then what? “Uhh,” Olimpia started, “is this going to work?
What happens to Cheyenne?”
“She’ll come back to that crib, where she was, even though we will have
moved,” Mateo reasoned.
“Will she?” Olimpia pressed. “Even after we take the Dante through the
Nexus?”
Oh no, that was a good point. Leona hadn’t thought this through. The moving
spaceship rule was bestowed upon them many, many years ago. It was so long
ago that they had never even heard of real Nexa. This was too much of a
risk. No one’s fate was decided. Baby Cheyenne could very well die here.
They couldn’t leave. Well, they could, but they couldn’t take the ship with
them. The Haywoods and Team Matic were going to have to travel separately.
They were on a different schedule. “That’s okay. Dante will transport us all
to the Nexus. While we stay behind, I’ll make sure that you two understand
how to collapse the shuttle into its pocket dimension. Once Cheyenne comes
back, you’ll take her through. Months later, we’ll follow.”
“Are you sure?” Vearden asked. “Why don’t we just leave your shuttle here?
After Cheyenne comes back to us, we shouldn’t need it anymore.”
“We don’t know what state the Gatewood Collective will be in,” Leona
explains. “They could already be in the midst of war. You’ll need your own
vessel. I would rather never see the Dante again then leave you stranded in
the Gatewood Nexus building with no resources.”
“Either way, we better get going,” Angela urged. “We don’t know the state of
things on the other Flindekeldan either. I would rather hurry up and wait
than wait to hurry up.”
“She’s right,” Mateo said. “Is everyone ready to go?”
“Dante,” Leona began as everyone was nodding, “yalla.”
The shuttle flew out of the solar system. It wasn’t long before they caught
up with the second Flindekeldan, hurtling through space, devoid of life and
its atmosphere. Hopefully the Nexus building would be protected from the
now-harsh environment, and if it wasn’t, they would make it that way. Unlike
last time, they knew precisely where it was, but out of a concern for
safety, Mateo and Ramses decided to teleport down to the surface alone. They
were right to be worried. The building’s door was open, exposing the chamber
to the freezing cold temperatures of outer space. It wasn’t empty, though. A
man and a woman were in the Nexus cavity. A temporal field made it look like
they were frozen in place. Ramses detected life signs, though, so that was
good. He pointed his instrument up towards the control room, which was
sealed shut.
The two of them teleported inside. Here the atmosphere survived. “Hey,
Opsocor?” Mateo asked. “Yeah, I didn’t think it would be that easy,” he said
when no one responded. “We should have brought Leona with us.”
“She doesn’t want to talk to Venus,” Ramses reminded him. “We can figure
this out ourselves. Most people aren’t even aware that the God of the Nexus
exists, yet they still find a way to use the machines, and the network that
they’re on.” He sat down, and got to work on the computer while Mateo got on
the radio, and updated the team.
A few minutes later, they realized that they were running out of air. If
Ramses didn’t repressurize and recycle the oxygen, they wouldn’t have much
time left. It never came to that, though. He reengaged life support, and
dropped the temporal bubble. The two who had been kept alive in there
stumbled around for a minute, dazed and confused. Once their brains stopped
spinning, they noticed Mateo standing at the top of the stairs. “Mister
Matic, is that you?” the man asked.
“It is.”
“We were locked out of the control room, and out of the entire network. I
initiated the emergency stasis protocol, because that was our only option
when we discovered that the door was stuck open too.”
“Are you aware of what happened? Have you heard of the Sixth Key?” Mateo
filled them in on the basics while the rest of the group teleported down.
Except for Arcadia, who didn’t want to leave Cheyenne’s crib unattended out
here in the black, even though she wasn’t going to be there for months.
“The portal between the two Flindekeldans wasn’t sealed up,” the woman began
to explain their side of the story. “It was locked. It was our shift to be
stationed here, in case anyone wanted to leave, just as you did decades ago.
No one ever did, but we maintained the connection in the event. We have to
get this machine back to where it belongs. If both planets are now in the
same reality, and the transition portal connecting them no longer exists,
then we have to move it physically. People deserve the option.”
“Is that possible?” Marie asked Leona.
“The Nexus building can survive in the vacuum, and it has a moderate
propulsion system, but it’s only good for stationkeeping. You couldn’t fly
the tens of thousands of astronomical units you would need to in order to
make the journey back to the other Flindekeldan.”
“Can the Dante do it?” Marie continued. “Can it tow it back?”
Leona sighed. “If the building were already in space, I suppose it could,
but it’s been installed on the surface. I don’t know how to get it up
there.”
“Can you...ask?”
Leona signed again. “Goddammit,” she muttered under her breath. “Hey,
Venus?”
No response.
“Hey, Venus? Hey, Opsocor? Hey, Venus Opsocor?”
Nothing.
“She’s probably mad that you’ve found a loophole,” Mateo guesses. “She
didn’t want you to leave.”
“Well, we can leave,” Ramses announced. “I’m seeing hundreds of destinations
in the computer. We’re not locked out of any of them.” He regarded the
screen in horror. “Wait. No, we’re—” His eyes widened. “Okay, now we are.
We’re locked out of everywhere. Every single destination. This Nexus goes
nowhere; does nothing.”
“Venus,” Leona complained under her breath again.
“Hold on,” Ramses said. “I spoke too soon. I think we can still go to
Worlon.”
“That’s what she wanted.”
“This is what happens when you get mixed up with a god,” Mateo lamented.
“I’ve been there.”
“A god,” Leona whispered. “Everyone jump back to the shuttle...except for
Mateo. Do it now. Take a friend.”
Olimpia took one of the technicians by the hand, and Angela took the other.
Ramses took Vearden’s. They all disappeared, leaving Mateo alone, not having
any clue what he was meant to do now. Then he started to experience a deep
overwhelming feeling. It was coming from all of his friends in orbit. For
the last several days, when there was nothing else to do, they had tried to
work on a way to communicate with each other using their psychic bonds.
Since Ramses still couldn’t figure out how to make true telepathy happen,
they were limited to conveying their emotions. That could only get them so
far, thought, unless they used it as a code. It was a pretty simple system.
Each emotion was assigned a letter; the first letter. For instance,
annoyance could stand for A, boredom could stand for B. By slipping from one
emotion to another in rapid succession, words could theoretically be
constructed. It would take a long time to convey more than a single word,
but it was a start. Actually, they hadn’t really started it yet. Only the
concept had been devised. They had yet to determine a way to tell the
difference between an attempt to convey a letter of the alphabet, and just
picking up on someone feeling that feeling for real, because people feel
feelings.
Overwhelming, okay. O. Mateo stood there and waited. O. That was all they
were saying: O, O, O, O, O. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Why did
Leona choose him for this job? He was the dumbest of them all. He just kept
trying to figure it out. O, O, O, O, O. Oh! Zero! He jumped into the Nexus
cavity, and kicked the symbol that represented the number zero. Then he
kicked the enter button, and disappeared.
A rowboat approached in the water. The god tied it off, and walked towards
Mateo. “Hello, and welcome to Origin.”
Saturday, October 28, 2023
Extremus: Year 63
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It’s happening again. The Captain is being stripped of his rank. But unlike
Halan Yenant, who broke the law in order to save every life on the ship at
the time, Soto Tamm’s actions were done out of selfishness and the abuse of
power. It was also just disgusting. It was never against the law for a
captain to have sex, but it was difficult to accomplish without arousing
suspicion, no pun intended. There are few positions of sufficiently equal
footing to allow relationships without any issue. It was fine when Tinaya’s
aunt, Captain Kaiora Leithe developed a relationship with Dr. Ima Holmes,
because Ima was Chief Medical Officer. She wasn’t a passenger, an
apprentice, or a lower ranking member of the crew. The two also disclosed
their partnership publicly immediately, which is what Kaiora would have been
obligated to do if it had been nearly anyone else. She would have been fine
connecting with the First or Second Chair, or maybe the Hock Watcher, or
maybe a member of the council, but she probably would have had to disclose
that too. Tamm didn’t do any of this. He slept with numerous people, did not
report the encounters to anyone, and actively worked towards keeping his
partners—if you can call them that—quiet. He acted like a predator.
A sex scandal? Really? That’s what it’s come to? Is peacetime worse than
wartime? Are idle hands the devil’s tools? So far, the names of Tamm’s
partners have not been released, and hopefully they never will, but one
thing’s for sure, they don’t fall onto the list of acceptable partnerships.
The former captain exhibited gross misconduct by indulging, if not pursuing,
such contact. He was removed from his position, and his duties were
redelegated to First Lieutenant Percival Applegarth, and Second Lieutenant
Athan Velitchkov. It has been nearly a month now, though, and Velitchkov is
the only one still standing. The investigators discovered that Applegarth
was aware of Tamm’s crimes, and said nothing, so he has been removed from
his position too. The ship is in chaos, and the civilian government has had
to step in to carry the load. More specifically, while Velitchkov does
pretty much everything a captain would do, Tinaya is all but officially
serving as his lieutenant. She is the only one with any semblance of
experience with putting out the kind of bonfires that this incident has
built.
They can’t pull from the qualified graduates of the College of Executive
Administration, because one of them could end up becoming the interim
Captain. You can’t be a captain if you’ve already been a lieutenant. Of
course, Tinaya is supposed to end up Captain, but she hasn’t technically
been assigned the rank of Lieutenant, so it’s a super big gray area here.
Don’t let anyone tell you that they know what the hell they’re doing,
because they don’t. They are now only ever seconds away from complete
annihilation, and it’s a wonder that it hasn’t happened already. Possibly
the only thing holding everything together is that the Extemusians have
become unified towards a singular goal. There is a passenger-driven campaign
to install Tinaya as the captain, since that has always been the plan
anyway, but she isn’t sure she wants that anymore. She loves her job. She
even kind of likes what she’s doing right now, as bad as that may sound. She
fixes problems, and as melodramatic as she’s being about the state of
affairs, things are probably okay. The ship is not going to tear itself
apart. She can be the glue as Captain, or as something else. You don’t have
to use only one type of glue, to...lazily stick with the same metaphor. Pun
intended.
The Council wants to speak with her today. They’re probably going to ask her
to do it, and she honestly doesn’t know how she’s going to respond. She
walks up to the Council Chambers, again passing the line by, but they don’t
even bother offering it this time. You only wait in line if you’re the one
asking to be there; not if you’ve been summoned. Lataran Keen is already in
the room, standing on the center platform alone. The two of them have
remained friendly for the last several years, but grew in different
directions. They have lunch together occasionally, and it’s pleasant, but
they don’t share secrets anymore, and love would be a very, very strong word
to use to describe their current relationship status. Still, they hug, and
in the midst of it, Tinaya whispers, “do you know why you’re here?”
“I assume it’s finally happening for us, just as we always wanted,” Lataran
whispers back. They release, and face the Council.
“Thank you two for coming,” Cleader says. “This has been a difficult time
for us all, and we appreciate your patience and understanding as we work
through this.” He leans to his left, but doesn’t cover the microphone.
“Where is he?”
“He’s on his way,” the Councilor responds. “I believe we can start without
him.”
“Very well,” Cleader goes on. “I am aware of what some believe they know of
the future. Miss Leithe, you have always been called Captain, and as your
best friend, I’m sure that you always intended Miss Keen to be your First
Lieutenant. However, we do not think that this is the best course of
action.”
Lataran seethes but keeps her composure. She knows she’s not entitled to the
job.
Cleader clears his throat. “Athan Velitchkov will become the First
Lieutenant. He is the obvious choice. Yes, conventionally, the captain
appoints their own lieutenants, but in this scenario—because of what has
happened, and the unusual timing of this shift in power—it is logical to us
that Velitchkov should remain to help the new Captain with her new
responsibilities. We will, however, allow you to appoint your own Second
Lieutenant. Your respective shifts will last twenty-four years. These will
not be interim positions. As the end of the next shift approaches, we will
determine how to proceed, but it is possible that the final captain of the
ship will simply still be captain after the 216-year journey has been
completed, because we doubt that the Extremus planet will have been located
by then. Now that we are in the void, instead of the Milky Way Galaxy
proper, it will probably take our descendants longer to find a suitable new
home than our ancestors originally envisioned. But of course, that is not
our problem today. We are only here to extend the offer for the role of
Sixth of Eleven. Lataran Keen, graduate from the College of Executive
Administration, will you please accept this responsibility?”
Both Tinaya and Lataran tilt their lizard brains, and then they look at each
other. What the fuh? Lataran silently mouths to her friend.
Tinaya is in shock as well, but a tsunami of relief quickly rolls over her,
and she realizes that she really doesn’t want this. She doesn’t want to be
captain, and despite Lataran’s years-long insistence that she was going to
be happy with second place, she does. She has truly wanted it, and she truly
deserves it. The Bridgers have been wrong this whole time. This is what’s
meant to happen. The question is, why the hell is Tinaya here at all,
because they think Lataran will appoint her as the Second Lieutenant? That
wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, but it’s not amazing either.
Again, she likes what she does now, moving around to different departments,
handing out advice, watching people take that advice, and best of all,
seeing them succeed from it. Lieutenants only experience two things: giving
orders, or giving suggestions that no one listens to. That sounds stressful.
Then again, it would be a new challenge, and she would accept it. That is
assuming that’s why she’s here at all, and it’s not just so the Council can
shove her loss of the captaincy in her face. It’s certainly not just so
Lataran can have a friend by her side while she’s given the biggest
opportunity of her life.
“Miss Keen?” Cleader urges. “Miss Keen.”
Lataran has been lost in her own thoughts at the same time. “I just...what
about...?” She awkwardly points to Tinaya.
“Miss Leithe is not being offered the seat. You are. Please answer for
yourself.”
“Take the job,” Tinaya urges quietly. “I’m not the runner up. Who else would
you see doing it? Who else do you think is on their short list, and are you
quite confident that they’re as good as you are, and not worse than Tamm?”
Lataran frowns kindly at her, but nods, and thinks on it some more. Finally,
she says, “yes. Yes, I’ll do it. Thank you for this honor, Council.”
Cleader snaps his fingers twice. Someone approaches from a dark corner
behind the dais, ceremoniously holding folded garments in his arms. “Your
new uniform, printed to a perfect fit,” Cleader explains. “We expect you to
start...” he pretends to care what his watch says. “...right now.”
Lataran accepts the uniform graciously, and bows awkwardly back at the
tailor when he bows at her. Neither one of those things should have
happened. She’s not royalty. She drops a fold to admire the whole thing at
once, not realizing that it has come in two parts, so her pants nearly fall
to the floor. Tinaya reaches out, and snatches them out of the air just in
time. “Thank you.”
“You got it,” Tinaya replies. “You got this.”
“Now,” Cleader continues. “I’m sure you’re both wondering why Miss Leithe is
here as well.”
Lataran opens her mouth to respond, but realizes that it was rhetorical.
“Miss Leithe, we did not anticipate this whole Soto Tamm debacle. We likely
would have considered you for the captain’s seat instead, but you were
unfortunately removed from contention years ago when your name was submitted
for something else. As a neutral body of leadership, we are not allowed to
endorse specific government candidates, but we still oversee the election
committee, which is why we agreed to that loyalty test that you underwent
last year. “
“What are you saying?” Tinaya asks him.
“I’m saying that we can’t say anything further, but if you’ll recall, you
were asked to meet at a certain location on the ship at a certain time. That
meeting has been made manifest, and moved back to today. Again, we can have
nothing to do with it. I was merely asked to pass the message along, but I
will say that it’s not a loyalty test this time, and it’s decidedly not a
coup. Do attend. Thank you. That is all.” He looks up as if there’s anyone
else to address. “We’ll recess for one hour before continuing with the
grievances.” He bangs the gavel, and stands up, as do the rest of the
councilors.
“What is he talking about?” Lataran asks. “What meeting?”
Tinaya checks her watch. “No time to explain. It’s happening right now.
Congratulations. I love you.” They hug again, and then Tinaya disappears.
She steps into the Mirror Room to find Arqut Grieves waiting for her, which
is no big surprise, because he’s the one who set up the fake meeting last
year. What she doesn’t know is what has justified it becoming real today?
What has he submitted her name to? “You’re one minute late,” he says. “Don’t
worry, I know why.”
“I can’t be captain because you want me to serve in the civilian
government?”
“You would have been a great captain, Miss Leithe. You’ll be a better First
Chair.”
“First Chair? Are you serious?”
“Chairman Aleshire is nearing the end of his third, but final, term,” Arqut
reasons. “He feels too old to continue, so he’s going to step down. Someone
has to replace him either way. For years now, I’ve watched you prove
your intelligence, your strategic mind, your leadership skills. You’ve
learned, you’ve grown. Truthfully, I can’t think of anyone better. Most
Chairs have not been able to make it the full twelve years, but I’m
confident that you can be the third to accomplish this. Of course, I was
intending you to have three more years to prepare to take over, but Aleshire
is tired, and he wants to be with his family. If you agree, he will endorse
you fully, and you already enjoy a profoundly high approval rating.”
“I’m just a civilian, we don’t have approval ratings.”
Arqut chuckles. “Well, we do, and if you’re gonna be First Chair, you’re
gonna need to know that.”
“I never agreed to run.”
He nods. “You’re right, and you shouldn’t agree to anything without knowing
the full truth, which is that I screwed up the paperwork. I submitted your
name in the wrong fashion, and that is what disqualified you from the
captaincy. I basically made it look like you were the one requesting to be
on the future ballot, when I should have filled out a nomination form. I
just need to be totally open about this, and if you would like to distance
yourself from me, I would understand. Unfortunately, it’s irreparable. You
can never be captain under the current laws. If you want to make a
difference, this is where you do it, not as a second lieutenant. I am sorry,
but I don’t regret choosing you, because I am all but certain that everyone
else will choose you too.”
If it’s already too late to be captain, which would be the case even if they
hadn’t already offered it to Lataran, then maybe this is indeed the best
thing for her. Is this what she has been working towards this whole time?
Most of the jobs she’s taken have been on the civilian side of things. The
crew hasn’t needed that much of her help. “How long do I have to think about
it?”
“Your two major opponents have already announced their candidacies, so
we—I’m sorry, you—should think about making your own announcement by the end
of the week. Technically you could do it the day before voting day, but I
would obviously never recommend that.”
Tinaya thinks through the decision, weighing the pros and cons in her head.
She eyes the extraction mirror behind Arqut’s back, considering trying to
seek advice from someone who is no longer with us, such as her aunt maybe?
But in the end, she comes to a conclusion on her own. “Okay, I’ll try. But
I’ll need you to stay on with me. I assume the fact that you submitted my
name is a matter of record?”
“It is.”
“Then if I’m going to win, we need to make it look like this was the plan
the whole time, and that we’ve been working together. You did not mess up
the paperwork.”
He’s surprised by this suggestion, but he nods. “Okay. Then...let’s write an
announcement, and start working on campaign strategies.”
They work on those strategies, and two days later, Tinaya announces her
intentions, runs a good campaign, and actually wins. The funny thing is, the
last thing that Chairman Aleshire does before the end of his own term is
lobby to change the law that prevents high-level government officials from
later joining the crew. Interesting.
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Friday, October 27, 2023
Microstory 2005: South Dakota
When I was 8 years old, my papa and dad took me to South Dakota to see Mount
Rushmore, but this wasn’t the first time that papa went there. He went when
he was 11 with his whole sixth grade class. Lots of people who live in that
area like to do that. It’s this big mountain with four presidents’ faces
carved into it. You’ve probably seen pictures. It was really cool at first
for me, but then I was a little bored. You would probably have just as much
fun with a really good picture. I was just with my dads, but my papa went
with his class, even though the school he went to didn’t have very much
money. His family was probably the richest in the town, but that is not
something they bragged about. They used their money to help people. And one
of the things that they did was pay for the whole trip for all of the kids!
The teachers wanted the kids to go, and the kids wanted to go, but a lot of
the parents couldn’t afford it. So my grandpa donated 3,000 dollars! They
only needed $2,500, but he added a little more so they could get a little
bit better motel to sleep in for one night, and a little bit better food to
eat. All of the families were really happy that the kids were able to go on
the trip. The class made this big thank you card for my papa, and gave it to
him, even though it wasn’t really his money. Anyway, my papa liked the trip,
and he learned a lot about mountains and the presidents there. I don’t think
I learned as much as he did, but I’m still glad that I got to go too.
Thursday, October 26, 2023
Microstory 2004: Colorado
For most of their lives, my grandparents weren’t able to go on vacations. My
grandpa was so poor, if he ever had a day when he wasn’t working, he was
trying to do other things for work. He would paint a neighbor’s fence, or
help out at the local gas station. Anything he could find to save money, he
was doing it. This continued for many years, even after grandpa got a better
job in Wyoming. They occasionally went to places nearby, but nothing that
anyone would call a family vacation. In 1981, which was five years after the
new job, grandpa was experiencing something that my dad calls burnout. That
means his job was really hard, and he wasn’t taking care of his mental
health. He had recently gotten an even better promotion, and he was working
all the time. His wife made him take some time off so they could go on a
real vacation. They chose Denver, Colorado. They chose it because it was in
a different state, but also not too far away, so they were able to drive to
it in a day. My papa was about to become an eight-year-old, and it was the
summertime. He had a lot of memories of this period in his life, but he
couldn’t remember much about this trip. He knew that he was at some kind of
sports game, and also that they went hiking. He thinks they probably spent
one of the days shopping too. What my grandma said is that my papa’s father
loved this trip, and it changed how he saw the world. They would start going
on more trips from now on, which is what helped my papa to end up going to all
fifty states in the United States.
Wednesday, October 25, 2023
Microstory 2003: Wyoming
In the year 1976, my papa’s father went out looking for better work, and he
finally found it, but it was in a different state. In fact, he had to drive
over 160 miles to the interview. But he got the job! But of course, he
couldn’t do that every single day, since it would take him almost three
hours each time! So he moved the whole family to a city called Buffalo,
Wyoming. You may have heard of the Buffalo in New York, but you can actually
have two different cities with the same name. It happens all the time.
Anyway, the house they moved into was a lot bigger, because grandpa’s job
was a lot better, so he was making a lot more money. My papa and his sister
now had their own separate rooms, but the dog still always slept in my
aunt’s room. I don’t know why. Before he died, papa told me that his first
memory was of this new house in Wyoming, which he thought of as his
first house, even though he lived in another one before, when he was
a baby. Have you ever thought about your first memory? I do all the time.
You probably don’t remember being a really little baby. What papa said is
that he remembered playing in the leaves with his sister and a neighbor
while their parents watched from the porch. He says that it was a lot of
fun, but it had just rained, so the leaves were still a little bit wet and
slimy. My first memory was when I was about the same age too, but it’s not a
happy one, so my dad told me that I shouldn’t put it on the slide. I’m glad
that my papa had a good memory for his first one.
Tuesday, October 24, 2023
Microstory 2002: Montana
When my papa was younger than me, he lived in a city called Billings,
Montana, but like Alabama, he doesn’t remember it. Also like Alabama, he
went back a few times when he was older to visit friends of the family. He
only lived there for real for three years before my grandpa found a better
job in Wyoming. For three years, he worked at things that my dad calls odd
jobs, which means that they didn’t last very long. He was always very
stressed and angry because he lost his factory job, but he was still a very
nice man. He always gave my cousins a lot of great presents before he died. Grandpa
died eight years ago, so I never knew him. He was born in Montana, and lived
there for many years before he had his own kids. He retired in Florida, but
that’s a story for another slide. I’m telling you about Montana now, which
is where my papa lived until he was three. The house that they lived in was
very small, because his family didn’t have very much money. He and his
sister had to share a room with the dog. When my grandma was talking about
this, she said that my papa was the best baby she had ever met in her life.
Her daughter was a very fussy baby, but not my papa. Papa’s sister, who is
my aunt, was only two years older than him, so she was born in 1971. Her
name is Aunt Cooper. My grandma said that papa was a very happy baby, who
was happy where they were living. Luckily, he didn’t have to be like that
for very long when his father got a great opportunity to run a new plant in
Wyoming. You can go to the next slide to hear about that.
Monday, October 23, 2023
Microstory 2001: Alabama
My papa, Aubrey was born in Tuscaloosa, Alabama on July 26, 1973 to father
Burchard Jardine, and mother Daphne Smolak. Smolak was her maiden name,
which means that that’s what her name was before she was married. She was a
schoolteacher, and he worked in a factory. They were on their way back from
a trip to Alabama when his mom gave birth at a hospital. It was about a
month before papa was supposed to be born, so he was very small, and a
little sick. He had to stay in the hospital for 11 days before the doctors
said that he was healthy enough to leave and go home. He wasn’t able to
breathe on his own, so they put him in a plastic box, and hooked him up to
all these machines. They were also worried that he would get really sick, so
they had to watch him all the time. My grandparents were sad and scared, but
they prayed, and knew that he would get better, and he did. While they were
there, papa’s dad lost his job at the factory, because he was supposed to be
back at work on Monday, and his boss wasn’t very nice about it. It was the
summertime, so my grandma didn’t lose her job. It was fine. Since he was
just a baby, papa doesn’t even remember being in Alabama, but he went back
when he was older to meet the doctor who delivered him. The doctor was very
old by then, but he was still alive! He is not anymore, or he would be over
100 years old! My papa was 50 when he died, which is very young to die.
Anyway, when papa was better, his parents left Alabama, and drove back to
where they lived, which was Montana. It’s really far away, so it took them
three days of driving. I bet they were pretty tired.
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