Wednesday, April 24, 2019

103. Notes - early days w/ Miss Havisham



103. 24 April 2019

       After a late lunch at Rusty Bucket on Polaris Boulevard, you are sitting facing the west woods at Heritage Park across from the shelter. Carol is on her walk. Coming out of the restaurant you both were attracted to a new red Honda called an HR-V. Neither of you had seen one close up before. Another day Carol wants to go look. It's her choice this time, you don't mind as long as it is what she wants. - Amorella

       1432 hours. It was a fun car to observe but we couldn't see inside. I'm just glad it sparked her interest. Cars rarely do that. She thinks the Avalon Hybrid is the best most comfortable car we have ever had. No argument from me, especially for a travel-the-distance automobile. As long as whatever we get has the best safety features that Honda or Toyota have, I'm for it. 

       You have spent time researching Honda cars online and like the Accord Hybrid Ex or Touring best though the Touring of course costs about three thousand more but has more goodies. The Insight Hybrid Touring is about eight thousand less, both have mileage in the high forties. - Amorella 

       1611 hours. Carol is on page 291 of Don't Let Go and is enjoying the book very much. I am embarrassed taking time away from Miss Havisham. Today's blog page is reading more like the style of Encounters in Mind. 
                        
       What do you want to know? mh

       2207 hours. From your perspective, it appears in your early description in your book, One Soul's Way, that you didn't 'awaken' until I reached consciousness. When did I reach consciousness?

       You were two, generally, even though you did not speak more than one or two words at a time. When you were in your three's your first sentence ever spoken aloud was witnessed by your mother and Grandma Schick. The sentence as you were told time and time again, was: "I want a cookie?" You thought in sentences early on but as your mother always said, "He was given whatever he wanted, waited on almost constantly, so he had no reason to ask any questions." That's what you remember because your mother and both grandmothers described how you were before you spoke -- ever quiet, (rarely cried), always appearing observant of the situation, and ever polite. You had a small blue and white blanket you named 'B'. Family was concerned you were not quite 'right-in-the-head'. You enjoyed making up your own playtime reality. That's how you passed your private time. I was in those early days 'awake', that is, conscious that you were conscious; conscious through your heartanmind, as it were, as an observing third party of heartanmind. Basically, in those early days and up through being four you were not positive that you were real, that somehow your mother, father and grandparents were making you up; somehow like in the story of Pinocchio. mh

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Pinocchio
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

This article is about the original Carlo Collodi fictional character. 

Pinocchiois a fictional character and the protagonist of the children's novel The Adventures of Pinocchio (1883) by Italian writer Carlo Collodi. Pinocchio was carved by a woodcarver named Geppetto in a Tuscan village. He was created as a wooden puppet but he dreams of becoming a real boy. He is notably characterized for his frequent tendency to lie, which causes his nose to grow.
Pinocchio is a cultural icon. He is one of the most reimagined characters in children's literature. His story has been adapted into other media, notably the 1940 Disney film Pinocchio.

Literary analysis

Some literary analysts have described Pinocchio as an epic hero. Like many Western literary heroes, such as Odysseus, Pinocchio descends into hell; he also experiences rebirth through metamorphosis, a common motif in fantasy literature. 
Before writing Pinocchio, Collodi wrote a number of didactic children's stories for the recently unified Italy, including a series about an unruly boy who undergoes humiliating experiences while traveling the country, titled Viaggio per l'Italia di Giannettino ("Little Johnny's voyage through Italy").Throughout Pinocchio, Collodi chastises Pinocchio for his lack of moral fiber and his persistent rejection of responsibility and desire for fun.
The structure of the story of Pinocchio follows that of the folk-tales of peasants who venture out into the world but are naively unprepared for what they find, and get into ridiculous situations. At the time of the writing of the book, this was a serious problem, arising partly from the industrialization of Italy, which led to a growing need for reliable labour in the cities; the problem was exacerbated by similar, more or less simultaneous, demands for labour in the industrialization of other countries. One major effect was the emigration of much of the Italian peasantry to cities and to foreign countries such as the United States.
The main imperatives demanded of Pinocchio are to work, be good, and study. And in the end Pinocchio's willingness to provide for his father and devote himself to these things transforms him into a real boy with modern comforts.
Selected and edited from Wikipedia

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           2301 hours. This is true. I did think people made me up and after a while I came to life. I was read lots of stories as a young child. I never said much but I enjoyed the stories. I smiled, but could not think of anything to say that would have any meaning so I kept quiet. In hindsight there was a truth to this. From birth on I was kept alive in an incubator and my first few years I was kept alive by my mother and grandmothers. They did wish me to stay alive because everybody thought I would surely die being but two pounds. Dad said I looked like a small skinned rabbit. No one disagreed. 

           After hearing the stories so many times you agreed too and identified with Pinocchio in that context. - Amorella

           2310 hours. Miss Havisham brought up a good story. I had not thought on that connection with Pinocchio in seven decades plus. Odd to realize I felt I was made up. I did tell stories. They were lies of a sort, but mostly they were stories -- fantasies mostly. Faery stories. 

       Post. - Amorella

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