Old Josh, in: The Marsh Angel (1866))Pure Nigger: 2nd series))Episode #19))
Old Josh, in:
The Marsh Angel (1866)
(Episode #19)
Louise Montgomery, a thin tense light skinned black girl born and bred in Ozark, Alabama, down by the bluffs, in a shanty hut, by Goose Creek Wells, a location that has but several huts along the creek, she had sex appeal at a very young age, white and black blood mixed. She liked white folks who had money, older black folks who had influence and young black folks who had time and fancied her. She perhaps was ahead of her times.
She walked the dark streets of Ozark at her young age, and left Mamma at home, at 13-years old, and had her first affair. Old Josh, called her: The Marsh Angel, cause she was pretty, and the opposite of Angel he couldn’t say, so it was a pun on words, she really was, but it sounded better, plus, Silas would have gotten mad, had he not averted the name in his heart out loud.
Josh knew she needed looking after, that she had surrendered to a number of men, and to Silas, his boy.
When she first met Silas, she sat bolt upright, looking at him, as if he was to be her instructor. Silas had a blind spot, he didn’t know, or see her reputation—too close to the forest to see the trees I suppose, it was not good nor evil, but perhaps somewhere in-between, good being unconditional, evil being conditional, she had a quality though, beyond sex appeal, not sure what you would call it, perhaps passionate beauty, mixed with tense expectations, with some kind of edgy secret in her countenance, a glow beyond normal in her fresh composure, depending on who you are, were, and what she wanted.
[Goose Creek Well] Silas felt his father knew about him and Louise, and Josh knew that Silas felt he knew he knew of their relationship, yet still uncertain he was, because it wasn’t mentioned, not out loud anyhow, perhaps by mannerisms, and facial expressions, but to no end, and that was that, the eyes perhaps told a element of truth, he was involved. But that was as far as it went. They met for the whole summer at Goose Creek Well, but when a stranger, a Blackman came to town, a tall handsome Blackman, said he was from New York City, a free Blackman at that (free, not because the Yankees won the war, but free because he was free long before the Yankees stepped foot in Alabama) a romance started up, and Silas was overlooked; his name was Alvina Georgia.
Josh had watched Louise grow up and the New Yorker, whom looked more white, than black, and told Louise he had went to Yale, perhaps to impress her, for who could prove otherwise, Josh often saw them together, standing and touching and all that kind of stuff on the local corner, in the sunny part of the day, in Ozark. It was 1866, and it was Louise’s second fling with Silas, she started dating at 13-years old, now she was fourteen, but she portrayed a woman twice her age. Thus, week after week they were seen together, into the first weeks of fall. “She wants to marry him,” Silas told his pa. And Old Josh just laughed, putting in the groceries onto the wagon floor, Mr. Hightower’s wagon, Silas a bit disturbed. Josh knew Louise would not make anyone a good wife, or so he thought, and didn’t speak his thoughts out loud, perhaps because Silas would take offense, and he’d not have anyone to look after him.
Hightower once said to Josh—and he never forgot it, remembered it when he needed to, “I’ve come to believe Josh, it isn’t all that important what you do, as long as we here in our home (mansion) are comfortable in bed,” that is what he said, and what Josh remembered, Josh of course, never ceased to take advantage of that, took it to the edge of reality you could say, and did only what was necessary.
Josh often thought, why she did what she did was beyond his thinking, so he simply guessed, why she did what she did, and come up with boredom, feeling alive, she even swam the river alone. But as fate would have it, she died in 1867, she died of childbirth. As far as the slick man from New York City, no one saw him after the first or second week of October.
Historical Notes: Louise Montgomery, Negroess, died of childbirth in 1867. Was raped in 1865, at age 13, and had several affairs in-between, got PG in 1867, after a fling with Silas, and Alvina Georgia (who had changed his name after he got his freedom) from New York City; born, 1847. Written 2-13 & 13-2007, at home in Lima, Peru, and at El Parquettos in Miraflores.
The Marsh Angel (1866)
(Episode #19)
Louise Montgomery, a thin tense light skinned black girl born and bred in Ozark, Alabama, down by the bluffs, in a shanty hut, by Goose Creek Wells, a location that has but several huts along the creek, she had sex appeal at a very young age, white and black blood mixed. She liked white folks who had money, older black folks who had influence and young black folks who had time and fancied her. She perhaps was ahead of her times.
She walked the dark streets of Ozark at her young age, and left Mamma at home, at 13-years old, and had her first affair. Old Josh, called her: The Marsh Angel, cause she was pretty, and the opposite of Angel he couldn’t say, so it was a pun on words, she really was, but it sounded better, plus, Silas would have gotten mad, had he not averted the name in his heart out loud.
Josh knew she needed looking after, that she had surrendered to a number of men, and to Silas, his boy.
When she first met Silas, she sat bolt upright, looking at him, as if he was to be her instructor. Silas had a blind spot, he didn’t know, or see her reputation—too close to the forest to see the trees I suppose, it was not good nor evil, but perhaps somewhere in-between, good being unconditional, evil being conditional, she had a quality though, beyond sex appeal, not sure what you would call it, perhaps passionate beauty, mixed with tense expectations, with some kind of edgy secret in her countenance, a glow beyond normal in her fresh composure, depending on who you are, were, and what she wanted.
[Goose Creek Well] Silas felt his father knew about him and Louise, and Josh knew that Silas felt he knew he knew of their relationship, yet still uncertain he was, because it wasn’t mentioned, not out loud anyhow, perhaps by mannerisms, and facial expressions, but to no end, and that was that, the eyes perhaps told a element of truth, he was involved. But that was as far as it went. They met for the whole summer at Goose Creek Well, but when a stranger, a Blackman came to town, a tall handsome Blackman, said he was from New York City, a free Blackman at that (free, not because the Yankees won the war, but free because he was free long before the Yankees stepped foot in Alabama) a romance started up, and Silas was overlooked; his name was Alvina Georgia.
Josh had watched Louise grow up and the New Yorker, whom looked more white, than black, and told Louise he had went to Yale, perhaps to impress her, for who could prove otherwise, Josh often saw them together, standing and touching and all that kind of stuff on the local corner, in the sunny part of the day, in Ozark. It was 1866, and it was Louise’s second fling with Silas, she started dating at 13-years old, now she was fourteen, but she portrayed a woman twice her age. Thus, week after week they were seen together, into the first weeks of fall. “She wants to marry him,” Silas told his pa. And Old Josh just laughed, putting in the groceries onto the wagon floor, Mr. Hightower’s wagon, Silas a bit disturbed. Josh knew Louise would not make anyone a good wife, or so he thought, and didn’t speak his thoughts out loud, perhaps because Silas would take offense, and he’d not have anyone to look after him.
Hightower once said to Josh—and he never forgot it, remembered it when he needed to, “I’ve come to believe Josh, it isn’t all that important what you do, as long as we here in our home (mansion) are comfortable in bed,” that is what he said, and what Josh remembered, Josh of course, never ceased to take advantage of that, took it to the edge of reality you could say, and did only what was necessary.
Josh often thought, why she did what she did was beyond his thinking, so he simply guessed, why she did what she did, and come up with boredom, feeling alive, she even swam the river alone. But as fate would have it, she died in 1867, she died of childbirth. As far as the slick man from New York City, no one saw him after the first or second week of October.
Historical Notes: Louise Montgomery, Negroess, died of childbirth in 1867. Was raped in 1865, at age 13, and had several affairs in-between, got PG in 1867, after a fling with Silas, and Alvina Georgia (who had changed his name after he got his freedom) from New York City; born, 1847. Written 2-13 & 13-2007, at home in Lima, Peru, and at El Parquettos in Miraflores.
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