Good Morning Ted and Jody:
A “Washington” cloud cover obscured the sunrise and most photo opportunities. However, when I finally pulled out of the drive yesterday morning, I saw smoke coming from the woods to the south and west of us (a block down from us and across the street). Out here, like in Michigan, smoke demands investigation. So rather than turning to go to town, I went the other way to investigate the source of the smoke. As you can see, it was not a problem. I do think the inhabitants of that house take a great deal of pride in it.
I did get to see the news yesterday. Nonsense still clogs the news rather than events we should be watching and to which we should be paying attention. The Sarin gas attack in Syria made the news. I see the pestilence blames Obama. I suspect if the stuff the pestilence ejects clogs the facilities he will blame Obama for that as well. At this point who talked to whom about what and who intercepted those messages is of so little import when it comes to children dying that it makes me want to cry.
I checked with a nursery this morning and can get bare root trees for pollinating the trees I already have. I just need a clean bill from the back surgeon, so I can do the digging, lugging and planting they will require. I also will need 16 18 inch blocks for making the bed for one of them. I already have one raised bed ready. I plant the trees in raised beds, so the roots do not rot the first few years. The ground back there was knee deep mud back in 2007. Even though we have lawn fabric and cedar chips, there is very soggy soil underneath. Apple and cherry trees require a well-drained soil.
I am slowly transitioning my diet to vegetable protein. Brown rice, beans, and spinach seem to be the way to get the protein. As a person with diabetes, protein is the key to keeping blood sugar down. Carbs are all too plentiful and turn into sugar. The proteins tend to keep the blood sugar down. I have no idea why, but they do.
I trust this finds you well, happy and enjoying life.
Warmest regards, Ed
055 Informal Interviews
Fiction in 1151 words by T. Edward Westen, 2017
“My name is Edith Gunderson. I am, for all intents and purpose, a social worker from the 21st Century. For some reason, unknown to me, an Agency for Temporal Integrity, Special Agent, sought me out to help find you. We eventually found you by making connections to your use of the names Sylvia Chu and Melissa Hickson and from your purchase of the RV unit from Hugh Center City RV and Boat Sales and the Taxi driver who assisted you in your purchase and in obtaining a driving license. Everything is clear to us except, why you chose Melissa Hickson as one of your aliases.
Alice Beaverton looked thoughtful and then replied, “You will not believe me. I have no idea of who Sylvia Chu and Melissa Hickson are or where or even if they exist. A few days after I gave birth to my daughter, I found myself transported from my cell in prison to the RV you say I purchased. A woman, a bit taller than and, with blond hair and several scars on her face explained to me that I now had my freedom, but it was in the 21st Century. I met a four-year-old girl. Impossibly she is my daughter, Jessica Ann. I cold see the resemblance to both Walter in her eyes and my mother in her cheekbones and my father in the way she walked. I was despondent after the prison authorities took here away from me. Even at four, she saved my sanity. The woman who did all of this gave me financial institution information that I drew on. She also told me that I should be as evasive as possible or Walter would have the authorities find me and take Jessica Ann away. She told me that to be evasive; I need to become Sylvia Chu. So I did.”
“Who was the woman who did all of this for your?” asked Edith Gunderson.
“I honestly do not know,” replied Alice Beaverton. “I can only guess she drugged me so that I would be compliant and quiet. I guess she did not know that I was so depressed that precaution was not necessary. She left all the information that she told me on a computer so I would be clear when I came out from under the effects of the drugs. Following her instructions, I erased that information when I fully understood and committed the names, history and financial information to memory.”
“Tell me,” said Edith Gunderson, “what when through your mind in court when you were standing next to the woman next to you.”
“I was freaked out,” replied Alice Beaverton. “Here was this woman, a spitting image of me, answering to my name.” Alice sighed, “I was simply blown away.”
Edith Gunderson said, “Thank you.” she turned to the Jail Matron in the room and said, “You may escort Ms. Beaverton back to her room.”
After the matron, had escorted Alice Beaverton out of the interview room, Edith got up and opened a door on the other side of the room. Judge Henderson, Detective Philipson, and Agent Amanda came in the room. “Well?” said Judge Henderson.
“I think she is telling the truth,” said Edith Gunderson. “Of course, I did not ask where her daughter is and did no let on that you,” turning to Agent Amanda, “found where she had put her. I do think she still thinks that she can get a time travel implant and get back to her daughter within the week she told Melissa she would regardless of how many years she has to wait to do so.” Edith shook her head and pursed her lips. “I am just barely beginning to come to grips with this popping around in time at will. This version of Alice Beaverton held back she time traveled on her own, and I suspect she still thinks she can still get back to Jessica Ann.”
Detective Philipson said, “I thought you said she told the truth? Still, there is all this deception by omission”.
Agent Amanda said, “Even as a father, you still can’t understand the depths of the connection a woman feels for her children.”
Edith Gunderson said, “I’m not a mother. But I have seen it time and time again. Agent Amanda is absolutely on the mark. Now let’s interview the older and wiser Alice Beaverton.”
Judge Henderson commented, “Older, but how is she wiser?”
“She knows the source of Sylvia Chu and Melissa Hickson,” replied Edith Gunderson. Have her brought in.”
The Judge, Detective, and Agent left the room. A few minutes later another jail matron brought in Alice Beaverton. Alice sat down and said, “Who are you and why am I here?
“My name is Edith Gunderson. I am, for all intents and purpose, a social worker from the 21st Century. For some reason, unknown to me, an Agency for Temporal Integrity, Special Agent, sought me out to help find you. We eventually found you by making connections to your use of the names Sylvia Chu and Melissa Hickson and from your purchase of the RV unit from Hugh Center City RV and Boat Sales and the Taxi driver who assisted you in your purchase and in obtaining a driving license. We also know you, shall we say, sprung your younger self from prison and set her up in the 21st Century in an RV with Jessica Ann both of whom you lapped in time so they would stay extant. Perhaps you did that as a decoy. You . . .”
Alice Beaverton interrupted, “Do you have any idea of the hell I went through those two years after they wrenched my Baby Jessica Ann from my bosom.” Alice curled her mouth in a snarl, contorted her brow, and her eyes literally glowed. “I almost killed myself dozens of times a day. Once I got out and could, I went back to spare myself that agony.” Alice’s face slowly faded back into indifference; she sat back and folded her arms across her bosom.
“You are right,” said Edith Gunderson. “I cannot imagine the agony you suffered every day. You had to be a very strong woman to not to have killed yourself. You had to be a strong woman to make it this far after that hurt. While the question may make no sense to you, who is or was Melissa Hickson?
Alice’s lower lip protruded in what Edith took to be a thoughtful gesture. Then Alice slowly shook her head in the universal sign for no and finally said, “I have no clue.”
Thank you, Alice,” said Edith. Turning to the matron, “Please escort Ms. Beaverton back to her room.”
Alice got up and just before she got to the door she turned and said, “For what it’s worth, the matron who processed me out of prison was named Melissa Hickson.” Then the door closed behind her.