pro soldier

pro soldier

fiction
edward w pritchard

Many Americans have become antiwar but pro-soldier. Which is understandable as Providence has provided us with perhaps the largest, richest bounty of lands, mountains, rivers and living space
ever obtained by a civilization. With an assist by God America acquired by conquest most of our our fifty States. Now someone must secretly protect our flank.

Jousting at straw men again, we Americans should understand that others covet our abundance. Standing armies are the recipe for war. One day soldiers will be sent to War again. Others covet our abundance and freedom and other others covet our freedom of and from worship.

War, sometimes it just happens.

Protecting Zelda

Protecting Zelda

fiction
edward w pritchard

At a restaurant recently I saw a young twenty something girl exhibiting her style and uniqueness by wearing a black floppy Hat, thick black framed glasses and black lipstick. At such times I always remember Zelda Sayre and my attempts to protect her as she changed from being around F Scott Fitzgerald  the writer who was a bit of a bore and a humbug. True to my premonitions the girl's boyfriend seemed more interested in the food of the mediocre restaurant than the vivacious young lady that fate had matched him with there at the restaurant yesterday where I played the silent voyeur.

Zelda was always interesting as a young socialite vying for attention back in Montgomery, Ala.
and a bit spoil-ed as the youngest child but it wasn't until Fitzgerald began promoting her to sell books as the world's first flapper that she began to lose herself. I always thought that pretty boy Scott Fitzgerald caused Zelda to develop the Schizophrenia that destroyed her.

The  last time I saw my secret Zelda she gave me that coy smile oh so briefly. A few years later I heard she was killed in a fire while a patient in a sanitarium. Too sad for satire. Fitzgerald drank himself to death a few years earlier. I never forgave Fitzgerald and although I never could finish his first autobiographical novel"this side of paradise" I had to admit the"Gatsby" was well written. After Zelda and Fitzgerald died I hated the Nazi's after WW2 to appease my guilt at not being able to protect the young Zelda Sayre.

endless white bread

endless white bread

fiction
edward w pritchard

Sometimes when I dream of the anarchy about to flood America's border walls caused by endless streams of illegal  aliens from Central America I hear them whispering to each other and their children that when they get to America "there will be endless white bread for everyone."

You know the white bread -from the dollar store that even the low income folks won't eat because it tastes old, doughy, starchy and stale. Yet the illegals who are good people although I don't speak Spanish do I hear faraway telling their children that when they get to America they can eat endless white bread. As they speak I hear the reverence in their voices for the affluence of America as measured in endless loaves of white bread.

Wouldn't it be humane if the aliens could do a trial period in America in Detroit or Akron, Ohio to see what  it's like to take the bus to work at the dollar store and have all the white bread to eat that anyone could want.

Pray for Brittany

Pray for Brittany

fiction
edward w pritchard

A picture is making the rounds of the Internet of Brittany Spears in which her former manager says she appears to be terrified upon leaving extended stay a mental health facility for treatment. She certainly appears to not be herself and in need of comfort in the photographs in question.

Please pray for Brittany. Please pray even if like me you are not strong believer.

Once I was robbed at gun point and for a moment or two I had two loaded pistols pointed within four inches of my head. I was not in the least scared then or later. Later a police chief interviewed and interrogated me related to me being held at gunpoint while working. The chief described me  as having a flat affect, meaning no emotion at all concerning the incident.

Another time nearly a half century later I received a phone call imparting bad news to the status quo as I lived it and I was described shortly thereafter by an impartial observer as being temporarily "scared to death".Yet I was in absolutely no imminent danger merely receiving normal information by phone.

Please pray for Brittany. Please pray even if like me you are not a bona fide believer.

James Longstreet Confederate Civil war General was fearless in battle and a man's man burly and tough. Yet even though he was a veteran of many bloody in war encounters his attitude and nature was changed when three of his children died suddenly of scarlett fever. Following his children's deaths Longstreet changed his philosophy in battle from offensive and aggressive to defensive and cautious to the detriment of his later reputation as a General. Perhaps his mind could never blot-out the sudden deaths of those three children.

Please pray for Brittany that she may find solace.

first full moon past Easter

first full Moon pasts Easter

fiction
edward w pritchard

Certainly as DNA testing and probing of our ancestral racial memories using futuristic brain scanning techniques becomes more accurate in the not too distant future Christians will wish to have their brains scanned for distant racial memories of the first full Moon past Easter at the time of Jesus' arising and resurrection. If you would be a believer in the significance of the Resurrection the first full Moon past Easter less than a month after Jesus' death would  be of importance to you concerning exactly where your ancient relatives did abide on the first Easter. Your future relatives might consider that ancient full Moon just past the first Easter as personally significant and remarkable.

Listen now under a full Moon in your room at night. Imagine your ancient ancestors straining to hear roaming packs of howling Wolves near where they were sleeping and hooting owls whispering warning. Someday such racial memories will be recoverable from our future relatives collective unconsciousness's.

cousin Winston

cousin Winston

fiction
edward w pritchard


After praying for what to do to escape his ennui cousin Winston following God's command
began to walk in a straight line from Alliance, Ohio to Salt Lake City, Utah. Walking ten to twelve hours a day carrying only a light pack Winston was going Utah to convert the Mormons to the true
religion.

I was very busy that Spring in 1874 with planting about the farm and the Country was in Recession
so I lost track of my cousin Winston and his plan to convert the Mormons.

A few years later I was at a business lunch at a tavern in Salem, Ohio and there was Cousin Winston with four local politicians I recognized from pictures in the papers. Winston was well dressed and talking earnestly but we nodded across the room at each other as we went about our separate business affairs. Still I eaves dropped a bit of Winston's conversation that day in 1880.

Winston was trying to convince four local politicians to back ex-President Grant for a third term as President. Apparently my cousin Winston had joined the Republican party.

it's about routine not glamour

it's about routine not glamour

fiction
edward w pritchard

It about routine not glamour. As long as your job nets you enough dough to do your thing you are making it man.

Pete Johnson the worlds finest boogie woogie man played piano at Carnegie hall and popularized the boogie woogie craze. Glamorous Work for him. But asked what paid the bills along the way Johnson said "working at a construction site carrying water to the bricklayers", washing cars at a funeral Home" and "washing cars at an ice cream delivery company".

It's about routine not glamour. Find a nice little job and do it.