"It's Been Two Years"
Part Seven
"The Old Sea Captain's Stuff"
(B)
This
fall (2014)... “WHEN”... Cadence is ‘moved’ from the Captain Snow mansion...:
“WHEN”
she is “MOVED”... this moment will be the
FIRST
TIME
The
Captain Snow (New England Federal sea captain’s) Mansion
Has
Ever
‘Been
empty’:
Having
no one... from the Snow family
Living
in the mansion.
This
will be the first time that if... ANYONE... knocks on the door... no one from
the Snow family AND... no one at all... will answer that knock on the door.
The
first time.
Ever.
Cadence
knows this. I know this. Does anyone else know this? When Cadence is escorted off HER
property... the only living creatures in the Captain Snow mansion will be
...mice, rats, squirrels, bats... and the expectant gathering of stray cats
about the ‘back door of the shed’...
Waiting
to be fed.
This
is not about a well kept mansion on a well kept New England (Maine) Village
street in a well kept New England village with well kept citizens with well
kept vehicles and well kept clothing upon well kept bodies with well kept hair
carrying well kept church attendance and well kept schools with well kept....:
This
is “WHY?”
... burning in ...Hell.
So
I will change the “WHEN” of Cadence’s ‘escorted off her property’ to
“IF”.
And
go off to poke at this ‘The Dreadful News’ from another reach... of my own
hand... into the darkness... that IS THIS Old New England... as it really is.
I
Spy
James
Hutton’s old broken bowl... and let it rest in his hands... but never I... be I
To
forget.
Never...
ever... forget that bowl is broken; the old broken bowl
That
Captain Snow
Held
up to inspect with a
Critical
art eye of Asian ceramic study; a
Bowl
“I
will bring back
With
me
For
her
I love you”.
I love you”.
IF...
there is THAT bowl from ‘in there’ (the Captain Snow mansion) and THAT bowl is
a broken bowl so ‘passed on’ though broken to be so broken that
Finally
No
one
For
one
Baby
step missed
It
AND
‘EYE’
‘Got
it’.
We;
Hutton and I, feel we know ‘what it is’
And,
of course, the criminal within the reader... knows
“HOW
VALUABLE”
It
is?
But
these criminal readers do NOT know “WHY?” of ‘what is next’?
When
Seacus comes back with each ‘load’ from the ‘cleaning out’ of the ‘remodeled’
apartment... he is the perfect man returning from the perfect task of
...perfectly... accommodating a perfect heiress to a ...very much NOT perfect
old sea captain’s estate. Helen...
delighted in ‘selling’ Seacus “EVERYTHING” (the ‘cast off’ of HER choice found
in the hoarder’s hoard of her basement rooms full of hoard of her hoarding...
she... did that and does that still...:
Seacus
‘barrel headed’ ‘everything’ “not nailed down” “I GUESS THAT CAN GO TOO.”
And
I sat on the OTHER END of that ‘that can go to I guess’ and... WELL:
We
all know NOW that Seacus as a picker had already rolled ALL the numbers over in
his head on the ‘way over’ to ‘my place’ so... picker picking loads before a
picker picking too that load... it is easiest to “just give you a price” “for
everything” “except that maybe THAT ONE I keep out for Shirley SHE COLLECTS
THAT you know”.
So
then I would ‘buy it all’ with ‘my money’ already doing that so I only had to
hand over ‘his profit’ ‘on top of that’.
And
close the barn door... behind Seacus’ empty truck.
And
wait until he ‘went back’ to ‘do it again’ “NEXT WEEK I THINK OK”.
And
I already explained that ‘I don’t want that stuff’ ‘anyway’
Because
of the ‘way’ pickers feel about antiques so...
“WHAT?”
do I want?
I
want “WHY?”
And
the ‘old sea captain’s stuff’.
And
this is how... within this dainty setting...
I
get it.
I
wait... with Seacus long departed... and a darkness pestering behind the closed
barn door. OH of course I set out
a ROCKING CHAIR for old Captain Snow to sit in while he ...screams at me. Don’t I accommodate him... well...
while he sits to watch ...his own estate...
Go
to Hell?
And
I sort it... I do. Before his own
eyes I sort ‘it’ looking for ‘just him’.
Do I find him?
Of
course I do. And I find much more.
Too.
“WHAT
COULD YOU BE TALKING ABOUT FINDING?”
I
find my “why?”
And
no one else is there... so it does become a very private “why?”.
Two
examples to show how this “why?” ...be:
The
...old rose medallion teapot; from an abundant Chinese trade porcelain
(1810-1860 best period) made for ‘export’ ‘to the west’... from the east...
turned up with four ‘chipped’ plates... in a plastic (under the sink type)
bucket... so I didn’t look at that at all until just the old Captain and I were
alone... again. HE... I feel...
too knew that I KNEW that I FEEL that he HELD that teapot up for HIS EYE to see
the “SHE WOULD LOVE”... “IT”... TOO so HE DID BRING it home and SHE DID LOVE
and...
Broken
It
was; it did become and cried
She
did so He did
Take
it down into the village to “HIM”
“SEE
IF YOU”, a country jeweler, “EVER” “COULD FIX THAT” (the broken spout) and
“TOO” (the handle).
And
the jeweler did... that... by drilling... and stapling in BRASS while slipping
LEAD into the spout to ‘cover the hole’ “THAT PIECE WAS LOST”.
“It
works again”; that teapot DOES... and ‘used it’ she did... ever after...
Including
The
day
She
died.
“OH
forget the plates they are just fine with their ‘CHIPS’... but that TEAPOT
SHINES
From
years upon the old broken teapot repaired... “SHE USED IT” dirty... dirty...
tea stained DIRTY.
And
its LID is ‘missing too’.
“REALLY?”
“Broken?”
“Too?”
No...: It is probably ‘still somewhere’ ‘in
there’ (The old Captain Snow sea captain’s mansion). Somewhere in there still ...is a little old WAFER of a ...Chinese
export rose medallion LID... that I...
Will
never ever ever never ‘drive by’ that MANSION without saying
To
myself
“It
is in there”
“Too.”
THAT
is ‘old sea captain’s stuff’ of “I seek” “WHY?”.
The
old captain just set in his chair... and watched while I
Found
that.
But
I shouldn’t be too nice about this for...
I
found so much ‘other crap’ that ...could only be
“WHY?”
Too.
See
now that Helen (Snow) Cransmore is a well done girl.
A
proper school dressed girl who has enough so she does not
Look
out over a kitchen sink much ever at all so CAN
Hoard
her self by herself with “I LIKE THAT” too so THAT
Carries
her whimsy UPON her breeding.
And
it is her breeding too; not the shoes she wears for those are only to
Show
Her
breeding and that this ‘her’ cannot
Be
bought by them (the shoes) at all so:
Yes
that is right what I just said.
And
I know this very well because I can do that
Too.
That
is why when my arm reaches to poke at a ‘that’ it is
Qualified
by my eye to be an interest-of to I
And
very usually reaches “why?”
Without
even my
Very
effortless try.
In
my mind first although I ‘knew it’ already
From
my studies of these sorts of things and that it
IS
a ‘new one’ but what a one for HER (Helen) to
Naturally
(as meaning the same naturally as Cadence names
Her
cats)
“Yes”
for HER (Helen) to “PICK THAT ONE OUT” and keep it
While
throwing away the gift box
Like
a good Wasp family does and no framed photographs of
“WHO
GAVE ME THAT” also “TOO”.
THAT
is where their becomes a “WHY?” because I
Can
THEIR touch THEIR very reasoning for IT IS
Old
sea captain’s stuff THEIR TOO
With
its old boat on the lid ‘flying flag’ and INSIDE
A
saga born and IT TOO BE a
Sea
Captain saga
From
old New England too so that to Helen
“Is
perfectly normal” and understood “NATURALLY”
to
be the
“ONE
I WOULD HAVE PICKED OUT”.
Set
out; displayed.
KEPT
OUT a WHILE
And
then ‘put away’ for the
“Remember
that” so to
“GO
BELOW” the surface of her
Hoarder’s
hoarding to be LOST
IN
THAT SEA
And
die there drowned in a ‘box full of it
“Is
not old”
“Pretty
though MAYBE”
“No...
I
let it go too”
Seacus says of it...
To it
In the palm of his hand.
And
then I look at it in the barn later in the palm of MY hand alone
With
the old sea captain himself rocking back a forth saying
As
to how that really is “WHY?” Helen.
Too:
“She
is
Shreve
Crump and Low” he mutters over his old
Cane
top
And
through his mouth of crooked teeth.
***: A true and classic English made
Battersea Box; a small decorated enamel covered... upon base metal... box
fitted with gilt gold plated brass hinge harness and here showing on its lid a
sailing ship at sea flying a United States flag with interior printed text
proclaiming this to be a fair representation of the “Master” “Benjamin
Shreve” ship “The Governor
Endicott”, “1819”, “in Salem, Massachusetts” “ancestor” to the Shreve, Crump
and Low (Boston) mercantile dynasty, “1800 – 1975” (this last date the commemorative
date of this box’s make) and having a true English Battersea box maker’s mark;
“Bilston and Battersea Enamels Halcyon Days, London”, on the bottom... in
perfect condition and in perfect ...production... (meaning this is not a
reproduction) of the ‘exactly be as’ the late 18th century specimens. This (1975) box would have been
‘gifted’ within a small jeweler’s style box, here ‘perished’ (thrown away)...
as it should have been... in a good... old... New England... Wasp... home.
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