Harper Lake

Harper Lake

Thursday, February 26, 2015

The Tower and Anbow Lynn (from Jan 2011)


We're leaving sometimes this weekend to come home. I know I'm excited. One of the things I miss most about Harper is Dorothy's cooking and Dorothy some too. Today we was out and about London and one of the things we seen was the Tower of London. The tower ain't much of a tower at all, but it is a pretty good size old, old building. Inside you can see the exact spot where Anbow Lynn got her head cut off. Some peoples say she got her neck cut off, but I think that would take two cuts and from what I heard there was just one. Anbow Lynn was Henry D Yates second wife and was the mother of Elizabeth number one. Elizabeth One was the queen that looked like she was going bald. Now I ain't gonna lead you wrong, the stand and the ax and all that stuff wasn't there, just a nice little green marked off part of the yard. In this tower there was a jail house and a lot of ole English folks was kept here. Another thing they has here is the crowd jewels. They is these great big precious stones and they is called the crowd jewels because there is always a big crowd around to look at them. They got so many peoples that they made a moving walk to push you past so peoples won't hang on too long gawking. Didn't take me long; one little peek were enough for me,

Tomorrow: Getting Ready to Head Home


Wednesday, February 4, 2015

The Opera


We taken a taxi. Hollis had kinda pushed me to go out an buy a new suit and shirt and tie. I wouldn't buy no new shoes though. My Sunday ones is good enough. All that stuff cost a lot but I ain't never gonna spend what I got no way. We got to the opera and I'm telling you the people that was there looked like they was all butlers in them old movies. The mens was dressed like Fred Astaire and the womens was really all frilled up. We had good seats right down front. Now like I said I know how the music is gonna go with my daddy spending his young years with that Italian family in New Orleans and all. They started playing the overturn and I couldn't help but close my eyes and imagine I was sitting on Harper Lake with a soft breeze on my face. I had to try not to notice all them different kinds of perfumes. I opened my eyes a couple of times during the show; one was when Figgy Rowe sang his piece. He was good. You know he was the same guy what got married in Mose Hart's opera. I have to say I am glad Hollis taken me and all, but ain't nothing like sitting on my lake and listening to the overturn and watching that ole osprey fly all around like he could hear the music too.

Tomorrow: The Tower and Anbow Lynn

                                                                         Mose Hart