Old Josh, in: Walking in Colors
An Interlude
In the Life of Old Josh
Old Josh, in:
Walking in Colors
((1873-1880) (a short narration, account))
Old Josh when he walked about in those years between 1873-1880, during his seventies he did at a preserved, decent gait—although a bit uneasy, the same way he walked was the same way he felt, and talked, it seemed with life, for him, as if his feet needed to be more grounded, he was feeling hot, apprehensive of his life, perhaps reexamining it. Everything seemed to give him a sensation of irritation of indigestion, and fall was a dim kind of season for him, it didn’t help, he was seeing all his old friends die, one by one, and his boy Silas would often say, “Pa you thinks you is goin’ to live fer-ever!” And perhaps he did think that, but it didn’t get him completely out of his blue moods.
He didn’t have the Civil War to blame anymore for his annoyance, in those years we might want to call green, and it appeared not much bothered him, Mr. Hightower had died in 1869, Molly was still on his mind.
At length, during his 70s, he was kind of mocking things, and folks jeered at him because he didn’t smile all that much, was told even to smile more. He’d find himself kicking stones, barking at dogs, to provoke them to bark back, he even used a lot of quotes, during those years, so saying things like: if you find too much knowledge, you also find too much truth—or, God created religion so man could find faith, I suppose he, himself was searching. These years were his Blue years. Now his boys, and friends, those left, hoped as he got into his 80s, they would be his calm years, hoping for some mixture of colors, like a rainbow.
Written 8-11-2007 (Episode 59)
In the Life of Old Josh
Old Josh, in:
Walking in Colors
((1873-1880) (a short narration, account))
Old Josh when he walked about in those years between 1873-1880, during his seventies he did at a preserved, decent gait—although a bit uneasy, the same way he walked was the same way he felt, and talked, it seemed with life, for him, as if his feet needed to be more grounded, he was feeling hot, apprehensive of his life, perhaps reexamining it. Everything seemed to give him a sensation of irritation of indigestion, and fall was a dim kind of season for him, it didn’t help, he was seeing all his old friends die, one by one, and his boy Silas would often say, “Pa you thinks you is goin’ to live fer-ever!” And perhaps he did think that, but it didn’t get him completely out of his blue moods.
He didn’t have the Civil War to blame anymore for his annoyance, in those years we might want to call green, and it appeared not much bothered him, Mr. Hightower had died in 1869, Molly was still on his mind.
At length, during his 70s, he was kind of mocking things, and folks jeered at him because he didn’t smile all that much, was told even to smile more. He’d find himself kicking stones, barking at dogs, to provoke them to bark back, he even used a lot of quotes, during those years, so saying things like: if you find too much knowledge, you also find too much truth—or, God created religion so man could find faith, I suppose he, himself was searching. These years were his Blue years. Now his boys, and friends, those left, hoped as he got into his 80s, they would be his calm years, hoping for some mixture of colors, like a rainbow.
Written 8-11-2007 (Episode 59)
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