#except the card we got was “grandson’s first Valentine’s Day”

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Rings

When James first made friends with the other marauders, he made sure to take note of their anxious habits. Remus clicked his knuckles and chewed his lips, but he could be calmed with a piece of chocolate and a hug. Peter ate when he was stressed, but all it took was a distraction in the form of a game or competition to calm him down. Sirius picked his skin, mostly around his fingertips and nails, often until he bled. The problem with Sirius is he didn’t seem to stop for anything – and he did it often enough that his fingers were covered in bandages for weeks at a time.

In third year, James finally figured out how to solve the problem: Sirius needed something to fidget with. For Christmas that year, he bought him a bunch of rings, all silver and clunky, to wear and play with. It worked. Soon it was a tradition, every year for Christmas, Sirius would get a new ring or two from James. He had never bought himself a ring, and no one else bought them for him either.

Which is why it was weird when James didn’t recognise one of the rings Sirius was wearing. They were having their weekly Padfoot and Prongs time while Lily and Remus took Harry to the zoo. It had become a staple since the war had ended and Sirius had quit the Aurors, a way of preserving their relationship and giving their respective partners some time off.

“New ring?” James asked conversationally.

Sirius looked up from his cards and back down at his hands.

“Yeah,” he said with a smirk. “I got it to match Moony’s.”

James played his turn and looked back at Sirius curiously.

“Moony doesn’t wear rings.”

“He wears one.”

James took a moment, staring at the silver band with an engraved moon – on Sirius’s left hand.

“Are you two engaged?!” he yelled.

“Have been for six weeks, but thanks for noticing.”

Within a second James had tackled Sirius to the ground, pinning his arms as Sirius began to laugh. He was in tears by the time James released him and sat back with a huff.

“You absolute prick, why didn’t you tell me?”

Sirius sat up and wiped his eyes.

“I bet Moony that you wouldn’t notice for at least a month, even if we wore the damn rings,” he said calmly.

“Rude.”

Sirius stared at James imploringly, a smile tugging at the edges of his mouth.

“Was I wrong?”

James folded his arms and huffed, looking astonishingly like Harry for a moment.

“No.”

Sirius moved over and pulled him into a hug.

“Don’t be a grump, Prongs,” he said. “We love you even if you’re as observant as a brick wall.”

“Love you too,” he murmured into his friend’s shoulder. “Can I have the full story now?”

“Of course.”

Six weeks earlier

Sirius was getting more and more anxious as time went on. He had knocked rings off his fingers at least four times with his rapid fidgeting.

Remus hadn’t come home yet. He was an hour late. The war was over, somewhere in the back of Sirius’s mind he acknowledged that, but the anxiety was an instinct at this point.

That, and the box in his jacket pocket, had sent him into an anxious spiral, unable to do anything except watch the door.

He stood up when the door opened and Remus appeared, drenched. He ran over and pulled him into a hug.

“I was so worried,” he muttered.

“I’m sorry,” Remus responded. “The rain took out the power at the library and the Floo was jammed so I couldn’t let you know I was running late.”

Remus had never judged him for his anxiety. He never laughed or mocked Sirius for worrying when it got late, even though the war was over, and they were safe now. He knew the wounds ran deep, especially after Peter’s betrayal.

“You’re soaking,” Sirius murmured as he pulled back.

It was raining hard outside, but Remus usually apparated to avoid the rain if needed.

“I walked Margaret home because it was getting dark,” he explained.

Margaret, Remus’s boss, was the sweetest old woman Sirius had ever met, a stark contrast to Pince at Hogwarts. She was a muggle, but had a grandson set to go to Hogwarts soon and understood when Remus couldn’t be at work once a month due to his lycanthropy. She often sent home care packages for them filled with equal amounts of chocolate and healthy snacks. If she had had to walk home alone in the dark during a storm, Sirius too would have been there in a moment to escort her.

Remus kissed Sirius’s forehead lightly and pulled away to cast a drying charm on them both, Sirius wet from their tight embrace.

“I’ll make us some dinner, love,” he said, moving to the kitchen.

While they ate, Remus held Sirius’s right hand, leaving his dominant hand available for picking up spoons of soup while reminding him that he was there. He told a few anecdotes from his day at the library, letting Sirius be silent as he calmed down. With every small gesture, the box Sirius was hiding seemed to grow heavier, bigger in his mind, until the conversation lulled, and he broke.

“Moony, will you marry me?”

Remus froze with his soup spoon halfway to his mouth. He set the spoon down carefully and looked at Sirius carefully.

“What?”

Sirius got up and walked over to his leather jacket to pull out the box. He got down on one knee on their kitchen tiles and opened the box, revealing two silver rings – one engraved with a crescent moon, the other with a star.

“I don’t have a big speech or a bunch of flowers or anything James-like, really,” he started. “But I love you, so goddamn much. I wanted to do this on our anniversary, or Valentines, or literally any other special day that would mean something more, but sitting here with you, I can’t help but remember every reason I love you, and I can’t wait anymore. Remus John Lupin, will you marry me?”

“Yes,” Remus whispered, pulling Sirius up and on to his lap. “Of course.”

He kissed every inch Sirius’s face before they exchanged the rings. He let out a tearful laugh as he looked down at his hand.

“I love you too, Pads,” he whispered. “So goddamn much.”

#marauder hp #marauders fic #everybody lives au #wolfstar #wolfstar fic #wolfstar fluff #oneshot #marriage proposal #humour #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #mentions of anxiety #do i project on to sirius black? yes #is that a good thing? who's to say

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Dreaming Out Loud

Dreaming Out Loud

Chapter 31: Perfect, Pt 1

A couple weeks had passed since the trial and for the most part, David and Mary had managed to be happy together and move on. Seeing Damon around town, walking free, was difficult, but for the most part, Mary had yet to be alone and he had kept his distance. It was also in the midst of this lull that August made his move. One afternoon, Gold had left the shop to accompany Lacey to the Rabbit Hole. August took the bait and they got him on tape finding the dagger. Jefferson was the one watching the camera at the time.

"Come on...take the bait…" he muttered, as he watched the screen from his home. Sure enough, August pocketed the item and made his way out of the shop. Jefferson picked up the phone and dialed David.

"He finally made the move and took the dagger," Jefferson said.

"Good...we'll let him think he's pulling a fast one for a while and see what he does. I'll warn Gold," David replied.

"You think he might actually be Baelfire?" Jefferson asked.

"I think he's a liar so it's hard to say. But I'm not ready to bust him yet. I want to know why he's so interested in my daughter and my grandson," David replied.

"Okay...we'll take your lead on this. But if we lose the dagger, it's our heads. He'll kill us," Jefferson warned, referring to Gold.

"We won't. If he finds out the dagger is useless here in town, he'll know it's useless outside of it too. I don't think August W. Booth is interested in leaving Storybrooke," David replied.

"Yeah...you're probably right. Be careful out there," he warned.

"You too," David said. Jefferson was thoughtful for a moment and checked the time. It was almost time for recess at the school and he went to his window. He would gaze at Grace, as he did everyday and fight the urges inside to rush over to the school to get her. He knew if he did something like that, he'd only end up in jail. Regina would order Emma or David to arrest him.

"We're getting closer, Grace. We'll be together again soon," he muttered, as he looked through his telescope to not only see her, but to check and see what was going on around their not so quiet town.

"So what's this holiday all about again?" David asked his daughter, as they browsed the aisles at the Dark Star Pharmacy.

"It's the holiday of love...so naturally, it's been commercialized to the brink by opportunistic capitalists," Emma replied, as they looked at the Valentine's Day cards.

"That being said...it is a holiday of romance and I know you don't need an excuse to romance Mom...Mary, but I know how you love spoiling her," Emma said fondly. He smiled.

"I do love to do that...I suppose I could get behind a holiday like this," he said, as he read one card and groaned, as he put it back.

"These are the most generic words I think I've ever heard," he complained.

"Well...they are probably the same cards this store has had for twenty-eight years, but you could always go with a blank card and write your own message," Emma suggested, as she handed him a shiny red card.

"That's more like it," he agreed.

"And you need these…" Emma said, as she picked out a box of chocolates.

"Dark chocolate caramels...Mary's favorite," he agreed, as she picked out another box.

"Two?" he asked.

"I also like chocolate," she replied and he chuckled in amusement.

"Okay...I think this is a start. I have the flowers covered. Stephanie is picking the best snowdrops from her garden," he said. While traditionally it was a holiday of roses, Mary(and Snow) hated roses for obvious reasons. He made his purchases and they got back into the cruiser.

"Thanks for the help, Em. I'm still clueless on how this world works sometimes," he said. She smiled at him.

"You're doing fine, Dad. They may not have had Valentine's Day in the Enchanted Forest, but they didn't need to. You're Prince Charming...this day is just a bonus to all the other days you've romanced Mom," Emma replied.

"Who knew my little girl was a romantic at heart?" he teased and she rolled her eyes.

"I'm not...romance sucks, except for you guys," she replied, as she became thoughtful for a moment and he gently put a hand on hers.

"Emma…" he said soothingly.

"It's okay...I mean, I think you and Mom are the only sincere and true relationship I've ever see. Love has always been enough for you and Mom to weather any storm. In this land, love just isn't enough, but I've made peace with it," she replied.

"I don't want you giving up on love. When I thought your Mother did love me in return, I was crushed and thought I'd never find true love either. But we did. We found each other every time. True love is rare...but I know you'll find it," he said passionately. She smiled and nodded, as she drove off. Deep down, she hoped he was right. Obviously, she loved her parents deeply, but she had found someone she loved more than she ever thought possible and that was a little boy that had shown up on her doorstep on her twenty-eighth birthday…

Mary inhaled the aroma of the fresh bouquet of snowdrops that had been delivered to her classroom just now. Though it was Valentine's Day and David was known for being romantic, she was still surprised. After all, this was the first Valentine's Day she wouldn't spend alone and it made her giddy thinking about a romantic evening with the man she loved.

"Well...I see David is already romancing you today," Stephanie said fondly, as she peeked in. They often had lunch together now in her classroom while her students were out at recess. Mary blushed and set the beautiful crystal vase down on her desk.

"He is…" he said dreamily, as she sank into her chair while reading the card.

"Oooh...chocolate too," Stephanie said, as Mary bit into one.

"Have one," she offered and Stephanie helped herself.

"So...big plans for tonight?" she asked. Mary smiled.

"I don't know...he won't tell me what we're doing," she replied excitedly.

"Well...I'm sure whatever he has planned will be very romantic," she said.

"It's really too bad you waste your time with that pretty idiot when you could be with someone like me, Mary," a very unwelcome voice said from the doorway.

"You...get the hell out of here…" Stephanie growled, but she was ignored, as he waltzed into the room with a bouquet of red roses in his hand.

"Maybe you didn't get the memo, Ms. Kore, but I was acquitted of any wrongdoing. I have a right to go wherever I want," he goaded, as he placed the flowers on Mary's desk and enjoyed watching her back away toward her blackboard. Stephanie quickly got between them.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" Mary asked, on the verge of breaking down in tears, a fact that made him smirk deviously.

"Oh, I was only dropping to congratulate you on your upcoming nuptials," he goaded, as he held up an invitation to their wedding. They had set the date for the tenth of March and sent out just a few invitations to their close friends, as they planned on a small, intimate ceremony. David had offered to throw Mary a huge wedding if she wanted, but she hadn't been interested in that. All that interested her was marrying him with her closest friends in attendance.

"How...did you get this? You're not invited," she said, as tears threatened to fall.

"That hurts me deeply, Mary. I saw it on the counter this morning at Granny's. Your waitress friend carelessly left it on the counter and I'll admit, I was deeply hurt that I didn't receive one," he said, enjoying how easily he got under her skin.

"Why would we ever invite the man that hurt us? You almost killed the man I love," Mary replied, as she started to get very upset.

"You give me that and you get out of here!" Stephanie growled, as she snatched the invitation and pushed him away.

"Where are you registered? I'd love to get you a gift," he goaded.

"We want nothing from you," Mary hissed, but he only smirked.

"See you on the big day…" he called back, as he made his way out. Stephanie hugged Mary and she broke down.

"Shh...it's okay, sweetheart," Stephanie soothed.

"It's not...he's going to show up and try to ruin our wedding," Mary sobbed.

"Oh honey...we're not going to let him," she promised. Mary tried to calm down, as her students returned to class and she continued her day. Stephanie went back to her office and realized she needed to do something. Damon did plan on doing something at their wedding, she could feel it and it made her wonder if Regina also planned to make trouble for them. She wasn't going to just sit back and let them do so though and she picked up the phone.

"David...I need to talk to you. It's about the wedding," she said.

August examined the dagger and compared it to the sketch on his notepad. If there were magic in this place, he would have control of the Dark One, if what he had heard was true. He had discovered much in his days spent in Hong Kong. There were people that knew about magic in this land and actually knew about this town, as well. He lifted his pant leg, as he felt another sharp pain and noticed that his condition was getting worse. That was the paramount reason he was here. Breaking the curse meant preventing him from turning back to wood. It was selfish, but he had hoped to not have to come here at all. He knew eventually Emma would break the curse once she was in Storybrooke, but when he awoke with the pain in his leg just after she arrived in town, he knew it wasn't going to be fast enough.

He sought out an old Mage he had heard about in Hong Kong, known simply as the Dragon. He had wanted ten thousand American dollars though for one of his cures and unfortunately, despite trying to steal it, he hadn't been able to acquire the funds.

But that's when he learned that this man calling himself the Dragon knew all about the curse and the land he was born in when he identified him as Pinocchio. Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to acquire the answers as to how he knew these things. But he did learn that the woman he had tried to swipe the elixir from knew about magic and she wasn't the only one. At first, he had only been concerned about himself, but not even his selfishness would allow him to condemn everyone here. He needed the curse broken not only to help himself, but to be able to tell them that the a few in the outside world weren't completely unaware of Storybrooke's existence. But now that he had the dagger, he hoped it could convince him he was Baelfire and that they needed Emma to believe. Crossing the Dark One was risky, but if his legs were anything to go by, he didn't have a lot to lose.

As Mary packed up for the day, she was surprised when David poked his head into her classroom. He found himself just watching her for a moment, as she looked at her students artwork fondly and then went back to straightening things on her desk.

"Have I told you lately how beautiful you are?" he asked, as she looked up and a smile eclipsed her face.

"David…" she said, as they hurried to each other and he took her in his arms.

"Stephanie told me that he was harassing you again," he replied, as he held her tightly.

"I'm fine...especially now. Thank you for the flowers, the card, and the candy, by the way," she gushed, as he kissed her tenderly.

"You're welcome...that's actually part of the reason I'm here. I wanted to talk to you about tonight," he replied. She grinned.

"Are you finally going to tell me what you have planned?" she asked curiously.

"Oh, I'm not telling you, because it's a surprise. I just need a few extra hours to get everything ready, so I was talking to Emma and she wants to take you out for a drink first. Something about a girl's night. Then when I'm ready, I thought I'd come pick you up, if that's all right with you," he replied. She smiled.

"That sounds wonderful...but I really wish you would tell me what you're up to," she said, as she kissed him and smoothed her hands along the back of his neck, a spot she knew made him purr.

"That's not going to work...I'm still not telling you," he teased, as their lips parted. She pouted playfully and he pecked her on the lips again.

"Come on, I'll take you home," he said, as he helped her with her coat. She got her flowers and they left her classroom behind, along with Damon's unwanted roses in the trash.

An hour later, Mary looked at her reflection in the mirror with uncertainty. She was wearing a beautiful turquoise party dress that was knee length and had a very low collar with spaghetti straps. She looked beautiful in it, but it wasn't her usual style. Until David came along, she had always been a top button kind of girl. But this was even a step above that.

"You look gorgeous," Stephanie gushed. Mary bit her bottom lip.

"You think?" she asked.

"Totally hot...like seriously Mare," Emma agreed, enjoying the flush now staining the raven haired beauty's cheeks.

They came out from behind the curtain, just as David hung up the phone. He was being very mysterious and Mary was very anxious to know what he was up to.

"Is everything okay?" she asked.

"Everything's fine...wow…" he uttered, as he looked up and saw her.

"You look...wow…" he stammered, as she looked down shyly and he moved closer and put his arms around her waist.

"I take it you like the dress?" she asked. He nodded.

"Uh huh…" he replied, as he leaned in and kissed her. She found herself sliding her arms around his neck and mewled into his kiss, as he moved his lips over hers in a passionate rhythm.

"Are you sure you don't want me to just stay home with you?" she purred, as their lips parted. He smiled.

"It's very tempting...but what I have planned is worth a few hours apart, I promise," he replied.

"You're still not going to tell me what you're planning, are you?" she asked. He chuckled.

"That would spoil my fun," he teased, as there was a knock at the door and Emma opened it, finding Ruby and Ashley there.

"Ready for girl's night?" the brunette in red asked excitedly.

"I think so...if we can pry these two apart," Emma joked, as David helped Mary with her coat and saw them off. It was time for him to finish setting up her surprise.

The Rabbit Hole was surprisingly busy this Valentine's Day. But then, there weren't a lot of happy relationships in Storybrooke, thanks to the curse, so this holiday brought out the compulsion in singles to drown their sorrows and possibly meet other singles.

Whale was there, which was no surprise. He had already bought Ruby three drinks and they were chatting very amicably at the bar. She saw Gold and Lacey there too, with the former looking uncomfortable in such a setting, per usual, but determined to endure it for Lacey. The barfly was knocking them back pretty hard and pulverizing her competition at the billiards table. But perhaps most shockingly, she saw August at the bar when a round of drinks arrived at their table. She left Mary to talk with Ashley and Stephanie, while she went up to him.

"Thanks for the drinks...how did you know what we were drinking?" she asked.

"I'm stalking you," he joked, but then laughed at the serious look on the blonde's face.

"I asked the bartender, Emma," he said and she relaxed a little.

"This seems like the place to be on Valentine's Day, though I'm surprised to see Mary Margaret without David," he mentioned.

"David will be here later," Emma replied.

"They seem happy," he mentioned.

"They are...but then you don't seem surprised by that," she replied suspiciously. He chuckled.

"A blind person could see how crazy they are about each other. But you still don't trust me," he said.

"I don't trust many people, so don't take it too personally," Emma countered. He chuckled again.

"But you seem to trust Mary and David. You see protective of them too," he prodded and she eyed him suspiciously again, but he held up his hands in surrender.

"It's just an observation," he assured.

"I've never really had what you could call a family until Mary and David. And if anyone ever tries to hurt them, I'll destroy them," she warned in an even tone.

"I don't think I'm the one you need to worry about hurting either of them," August retorted, as he motioned back to Mary's table. Emma glanced over, just in time to see Mary deck Damon and she rushed over.

"So...are you excited for whatever David has planned for you tonight?" Ashley asked, as they sipped at their cocktails.

"I am...I just wish I knew what he is up to," Mary mentioned.

"I'm sure it will be well worth the wait," Stephanie assured. Mary cocked her head to the side and eyed her suspiciously.

"You know what he's planning, don't you?" Mary asked. But Stephanie was coy and she ate the olive out of her martini.

"My lips are sealed," she replied playfully.

"Well...this certainly is a surprise, Mary, thought I must say I am very much enjoying the view of you in such a dress," Damon leered, as he approached, drink in hand.

"You just won't stay away, will you?" Stephanie spat, as she got out of her seat.

"Maybe you should make me, Ms. Kore," he growled.

"Oh, don't tempt me, you disgusting pig," Stephanie growled back, but Mary got in between them.

"Please...just leave us alone," Mary pleaded.

"Oh Mary, when you beg...the things it does to me," he leered.

"In fact, I can promise you...one night with me and you'd beg me for more and you'd be asking me David who…" he added. And something inside her snapped at that, for her love for David was so strong that nothing, especially not this monster, could change that. And for him to suggest such made her boil. So before she knew what was happening, she punched him in the nose with a strength and force she didn't know she was capable of. Damon fell on his ass and held his now bloody nose in pain.

"Arrggghh...you little bitch!" he cried.

"Whoa Mare...that was a hell of a punch!" Emma exclaimed, highly impressed, as her best friend shook her hand. Emma knew her Mother was capable of this kind of thing, but seeing it come out in Mary was a welcome surprise. She examined her knuckles and saw they were a little bruised.

"Bartender...can I get some ice?" Emma called. He nodded.

"You should arrest her! She assaulted me!" Damon cried.

"I didn't see anything...did anyone else?" Emma asked, but no one seemed willing to vouch for Damon. There were some creeps that would probably take his side, but none of them were really willing to get involved in a possible police situation. And every woman in the place damn near cheered for Mary.

"Yeah...guess it's hearsay," Stephanie added smugly.

"Yeah...you just got knocked on your ass by a one-hundred and twenty pound woman. I'm sure that's not something you want to get around," Emma goaded, as he picked himself up.

"This isn't over, Mary," he warned.

"It is over, slime ball. Stay away from her or so help me, I'll find a way to make sure you can never bother her again," Stephanie shot back, as they glared daggers at each other. His hatred for this woman burned inside him to the point that he found his head hurt. He barely knew her, but there was something about her that made him want to see her suffer.

"Careful Ms. Kore...or so help me, I'll see that you're the one that it's over for," he threatened, before storming out. Mary sighed and collapsed into her seat.

"Honey...are you okay?" Stephanie asked. She blew out a shaky breath.

"I think so...punching him felt really good though," she replied and they all smiled at each other, as Emma put the ice on Mary's knuckles.

"Another round for this table, thanks to the lady and gentlemen at the billiard table," the bartender said, as they looked over to find Lacey smiling coyly, as she approached.

"You know...until now, I thought you were the most boring person I'd ever met and I couldn't believe it when people told me we used to be friends," Lacey said.

"But now...I see it. You're secretly a bad ass, Blanchard. Kudos on punching that dickhead out," Lacey complimented, as she and Gold strutted out of the establishment. Gold's usual mostly blank expression was amused, as he escorted Lacey out. Stephanie's phone beeped and she grinned, as she read the text.

"Operation surprise nuptials is a go," she whispered to Emma, who smiled in return.

"Hey Mare...how about we ditch this place and go for some hot chocolate at Granny's?" Emma asked.

"Oh, I thought you'd never ask! This place is just not my speed," she said, as they got their coats.

"Maybe not...but you are a bad ass. I wish David could have seen you punch that asshole," Emma replied.

"Oh...I got it on my phone. I'll send the video to all of you, but we'll let Mary show David," Ruby said.

"All right girls...let's take this party to Granny's," Ashley said, as they all shared a secret smile. Mary had no idea the surprises that were in store for her on this Valentine's Day, but it was one she would never forget...

#Snowing #Snow x Charming #season 1 au #persephone #Emma Swan #Snowing Fanfiction

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MAC held their February assembly

President Linda Cornelius welcomed 26 contributors and guests to the Washington Carnegie Public Library for the monthly Monday Afternoon Membership assembly Feb. 6. Secretary Kim Wagner read the minds from the preceding meeting and Treasurer Julie Bassler gave the treasurer’s file.

The nominating committee supplied a slate of officers to be voted on the annual commercial enterprise meeting in March.

The MAC Moment changed into supplied by means of honorary member Mary Lou Gotwald. Her first reminiscence of MAC changed into in the early 50s watching her mother, Mary Norton, practicing here-book presentation again and again and dressing up in a hat and gloves for the weekly meeting.

Gotwald truly shared part of MAC when you consider that 1956 as a baby when she finished with the Jr. Ballet Organisation for this system.

As a young person with a husband, 3 children and working in health care, research to put in writing a paper to give a application become mentally stimulating. In assessment of the 43 years of membership and application research, she located it nonetheless hit home with our us of a and authorities nowadays. books recommended then and now to examine, “Doublespeak,” by using William Lutz, and George Orwell’s “1984.”

Gotwald challenged the MAC contributors to live informed and intellectually engaged in order that they will continue to be educated members of society, persevering with the item of Monday After Membership — literary cultivation and the examine of sociology.

The commentator, Gayle Ostby, offered a humorous and really informative narrative on “The Starting place of Valentine’s Day.” The beginnings of Valentine traditions date again to the Romans, a few as far lower back at forty-four BCE. Linked to the Roman gods the festival changed into initially approximately shepherds and bringing fitness and fertility to their herds. Then additionally it celebrated Lupa, the she-wolf that nursed the legendary founders of Rome, Romulus and Remus, to health.

Rapid ahead to the 18th century wherein in Britain the exchanging of hand-crafted love notes had end up famous. This subculture quickly caught on in The USA. in the 1850s, Esther Howland, whose father owned a massive ebook and stationery store, notion mass production of such playing cards could be a exceptional way to make cash and, as they are saying, the relaxation is records.

Bev Summers added the guest speaker, Jim Pearson, the grandson of former kingdom Sen. Homer E. Capehart. Pearson’s mother changed into the youngest of the Capehart children and he spent a terrific deal of time with his grandfather. Pearson shared that it become smooth to speak at the difficulty and it changed into obvious he spoke as a passionate observer.

Homer Earl Capehart become a younger guy from a small city in southern Indiana, salesman, farmer and baby-kisser. In 1927 he installed the automated Phonograph Agency. He is also called “The daddy of the Jukebox,” on account that he persuaded Wurlitzer to produce the coin-operated phonograph jukebox. And Capehart changed into a Wurlitzer income supervisor.

Concerns about the way things were getting in 1938, he took it upon himself to level a substantial amassing which have become referred to as the “Cornfield Convention” on his 1,800-acre farm and 25,000 Republicans came to the event.

The almost deafening oratory was non-prevent. There was a blue and white striped tent, bigger than the tent of a three-ring circus, where eight,500 were seated for a meal. There have been dozens of smaller tents on 120 surround acres. 40-5 hundred fried chickens, forty,000 baked clams, and untold numbers of watermelons had been fed on.

The future senator spent an astronomical $forty,000 to efficiently appeal to countrywide political leaders to the event and it turned out to be a turning factor in countrywide politics.

The following assembly may be March 6 and can be at yet every other treasure of Daviess County, the Irish Background Middle, placed at Cornin in the St. Patrick’s Church.

The quick Awkward Lifestyles of Mac Remora – Element II

So that they sat there within the the front of the Training Middle, it turned into Saturday, sat there within the colour below a few wide-topped umbrella searching bushes, a busy avenue out of doors the gate of the navy base, they sat on a stretch of grass that ran the length of the vintage Global Struggle barracks, now used as the Education Center, where they held training from the University of Maryland. Past the stretch of grass, the iron fence to the bottom, across the motorway, Past all that, were guesthouses, Beyond that changed into the metropolis-permit of Babenhausen. whilst he noticed Remora’s curiosity he put his pen and paper to the side, snapped up onto his feet. The other students became away with their faces empty, and endured to write out their zoological papers.

They had unknowingly each decided at that point to break faraway from the norm, and now not be independent, but a bit extra interdependent in deciding on and going to College instructions. They could devour collectively after college, find a bar and Lee might get drunk, as Mac in no way did, however he relied on Lee’s Company, paid for his meals, his food, and beverages, even the gas, in no way soliciting for a cent, stated once, “You’ll never discover a better bigger than me!” And Lee assured himself he would not.

At times Lee got too under the influence of alcohol to even speak, as Mac remained distinguished, and to the ones young girls around him, he changed into thoughtful, Lee became a bit to the opposite. It would even have regarded to Mac’s admirers, it would be a damn sight easier for him to dispose of Lee, keep his money, and not ought to watch Lee drinking to country-code, due to the fact this became apparently extra than a phase for him, more like a way of life.

“How is the whole lot going?” Mac would ask Lee, in the course of the ones ingesting spells, that best stopped whilst he changed into on duty, and he’d solution, “Oh, I’m first-rate…” and retain ingesting, and you’d think the night time had long past to pot, however it did not segment Mac all that a lot. There was evidently a cause for Mac’s generosity.

Chapter five Black Market

“I am sorry,” Remora stated looking at Sergeant Lee Erwin Wright, looking at him in his American army uniform, his white American face, that was square and sturdy, and would continue to be that way all the manner to his mid Nineteen Fifties, and Remora mentioned his wavy auburn hair for once, as he held his hat and the wind blew all of it, every which way, his first-rate sparkling bluish-green eyes, only dimly dubious, a stable top nose, top lip thin, lower lip fuller, a good-looking jaw. “I am sorry, amigo, but you need to understand all those instances I’ve taken you out to eat, and buy you drinks-oh don’t get me incorrect, I don’t mind doing it-however I need a choose, I need to be able to lend me your ration playing cards, for whiskey and cigarettes.”

(Lee were selling his rationed whiskey to a bar down in Munster via Dieburg, getting double its value, but Remora were spending twice that quantity on his nightly drinking and consuming after classes on the College. So what should he do, Lee concept. He became already in debt to him, and he liked Remora, and his sporty Mercedes he drove in, even borrowed it to him now and then. And here the company became apologizing, due to the fact he couldn’t have the funds for to retain his lavished living on him, if indeed he could not make a contribution some thing. What could he say?

“Don’t worry about the cigarettes, I got ration playing cards from numerous of my buddies for that item, and I realize you smoke, but I know you don’t drink whiskey, instead beer, I positive could use your card!” Lee bolted like a rabbit, while a fox just grabs him, and gave him the cardboard, he’d make possibly even greater than he turned into making, he knew each bar in town, and nightclub, and PX within fifty miles. And for the most Component, Lee Wright become wondering, what the heck you could do with a man like that, that talked so easily, but however turned into right, and beneficent, Lee surprised.

Lee checked out Mac together with his cheerful bluish-green eyes, but sturdy Army combat, Struggle eyes, eyes that have visible death and destruction in Vietnam, in 1971, and Mac knew he changed into no coward, depend-of-truth, he knew he became or will be risky, even along with his excellent smile, in case you did not word how his eyes showed that, it was to 1’s disadvantage (but Mac had heard, but now not said a phrase on it heard he taught a squadron on the 545th Ordnance Business enterprise, karate techniques, and played difficultly, so difficult the squadron protested, and he stopped their education because they have been as he said, “Cry infants”).

“in the morning if you like Lee, you can come with me and notice how I do my black-Market business, my buying. Perhaps I’m able to restoration it up for you,” he said. “We’re going to never get wealthy, but We will live well inside the intervening time.”

“Okay, in the morning if you want,” remarked Sergeant Wright. This was sincerely the way to accept it, notion Mac; he ought to inform a factor or about soldiers, he become one for two years. He turned into eager about America, even though he decided to stay in West Germany, and had learned to talk German nearly in addition to he ought to speak English, and perhaps spoke extra German than English. however of direction, Lee could not, I simply he spoke German, but should simplest understand, each 5th phrase or so, and his vocabulary becomes restrained to possibly one-hundred phrases if that.

The morning was as vibrant and warm as they arrive. ‘right here’s Mac,’ Lee mumbled to himself, out of doors of his condo on base, inside the housing vicinity, where he lived. He walked over to his vehicle looking refreshed and joyful. but he wasn’t honestly atypical, Mac notion, no, not ordinary, one of a kind, he knew tons extra than what he said, he’d not let on to what he did recognize either, usually wondering, with that reddish finishing touch.

“How’s Belinda,” commented Lee, Mac’s fiancée to be. He had handiest visible her once, a trainer that labored across the street at the Yankee faculty, for the children added over to Germany from the States with the aid of their army families. She was a pearl, the concept, a lightly black female that had-oh, a good deal greater magnificence than Mac. “were getting alongside excellent, I simply do not want to get engaged pretty yet, but she’s pregnant, I simply located out, so I bet I’ll have to earlier than later. Belinda became very spectacular idea Lee, ‘You will kill the very thing you adore,’ thought Lee because he knew Mac’s personality demanded he still gets his oats out, in the wild girl jungle, the one he creates and destroys. In lots of a night Membership women simply flocked over him, a few stripped in front of him, to get his attention. Whatever he had, it becomes as if it became voodoo or some black magic over these women.

As they went from PX, to PX, to German shops, and bars, Lee noticed he had a network of buyers for his whiskey and cigarettes, and he’d even forestall at a few residences of soldiers, get their ration cards, he made a bundle of cash this early morning, to forenoon-Sergeant Wright contemplated. And he even stopped to mention hello at a tennis court, to a younger woman named Melody Brown (he didn’t realize at the time, she was seventeen and the daughter of Sergeant Robert Brown, despite the fact that she appeared her age), Sergeant Brown being a sergeant that worked in one of the units on the Babenhausen military complex. but he would in a while discovering plenty extra. Lee thought, ‘If certainly, he had something happening with Melody, the Army turned into difficult and cruel on such predatory matters, and so have been the infantrymen with their daughters, revengeful on the predators. The woman turned into appealing, and he ought to see the younger guys around her have been long gone to portions nervously together with her, Mac approached her softened and handled her as though he had magic.

‘They can’t recognize that lots at her age,’ Lee thought. Lee was grateful that Mac had long past to displaying him his Life, but why? And why turned into the fooling around with a younger, Excessive school girl,’ (so he concluded), he requested himself. She got here running over to his automobile as they were about to take off, “I am coming with you,” she stated, searching for Lee for an instantaneous, then again to Mac.

“No, you’re no longer,” he stated. “Oh, yes, I’m,” and she or he opened the back door and jumped in. “you’re no longer staying for something,” he stated.

“not for something?” she said. Lee had felt he might have neglected something in all this, however, she became soliciting for it, and he changed into inclined, and while she left, Mac was given thinking, as she went off to cry as though he desired to take her with him however it becomes for some purpose too risky. To Lee, she regarded hell of an adorable child, with all of the woman parts, and she seemed to understand the approaches of a person and girl, however, did not she realize she’d be harm through him finally? It was the damnedest aspect, both gambling the damnedest recreation.

Lee had asked to be dropped off on the NCO Club (Non-commissioned officers Membership) figuring Mac would placed on every other show for him the next day, or Monday, earlier than later, but he desired no greater nowadays, and this would supply him a time to straighten things out in the event that they wished to straighten out with Melody, because Lee’s senses advised him, he become still thinking, thinking about on her.

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