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


Thursday, August 26, 2021

Happiness delayed



 Hello my dear. Just reaching across time and space, miles and landscape, to wish you well on the 27th day of August.

We've not shared this day in years but the time has flown by and my heart remains ever fond of you. I can still smell the pears, see the dappled sunlight on the wool blanket, feel your hand in mine as we sat on the rock, looking out over the Sound. I will always remember our walk through the formal flower garden, but more, the brief touch of your lips on my neck as we parted ways that day. If there was ever day that I truly fell for someone, it was that day. But more, it was in that moment, in that embrace, that I became completely and totally yours for the rest of my life.

Much love to you, my dearest Professoras, no matter where you are or who you are with.

Always, your 

WHMB

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