An unveiling of artifacts

The Tale of the Librarian's Fifth Wife is collection of moments, an assemblage of events, a bread basket of words, a swap meet of scraps left behind from a beautiful romance that will help clue you in to the real deal, to the life of two star crossed lovers that has already been lived and left behind. For the moment, anyway.


Our lives lie scattered over several states and a half a case worth of decades. It's not so much a want as a need to do this, to gather together the splinters and the shards of our times and share them here with you. Those bits and pieces of flotsam and jetsam found below in this winsome log are the bits and pieces of our times, a smattering of the trinkets of the love that Jane and I gathered up over the course of five long hard years. How they come to you now is in a story of sorts, a type of autobiographical fiction, with images cadged from places other than our satchel. Give it time, photos, sepia, wrinkled, pocket worn, are yet to come.


So, what else is there to do but get out that cobbled together blanket of dreams from the back of the car, spread it out under the branches of our favorite green and noble Oregon Maple tree that we both loved and share these words and tales of those long ago times with you. It was a wonderful time. Sit a spell, grab your spectacles and come ride along with us for awhile.

Love, Jane, the Professora and Roger, the Wild Half Mexican Boy


Saturday, March 24, 2012

Springtime in my heart

Springtime is blossoming, and for me it’s a treat. Winter never really ever seemed to go away there in the Puget Sound, least ways, not until after the 4th of July. Here it seems that winter never really took hold, least ways, this year it didn't, anyhow. Most folks seem satisfied with that and it shows in the exposed white arms and the too tight peddle pushers that have sprung out of old wardrobes much too quickly for the season.

Nationally I read it was much of the same, a mild winter the result of sloppy jet streams and light precipitation. Even though it was wimpy folks seemed happier wishing all through the sunny days and cool nights for winter to go away completely. Now spring is here and the visible signs are all around us. Bulbs buried long ago in the ground and in the memory are pushing up out garden beds. Trees are beginning to bud and the waters of the Boise are starting to rise. All’s well in the world once again. Hope things are blossoming and blooming in your life and heart as well, M.

Cheers,

your WHMB

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