DS fanfic ch. 1 cont...8/10/67
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river_kateAugust 10, 1967
Destiny is paving the way for me to arrive in Collinsport with a plausible reason for being there. As soon as I made my decision to answer my inner calling, I was recruited to go to the small coastal village. Thanks to my professional credentials and experience I am qualified for the opportunities. Because of the connections of my father, Germain Stokes who is originally from the area, the inquiring parties learned of my existence. The mere pittance being offered eliminated my competition and my recent and very lucrative divorce from Evan Collins enabled me to afford to accept the positions.
While I do have extra natural abilities, in this case I am unable to see what lies ahead of me. All I know is that I must go. Two of my invisible companions, Raph and Rose, are eager to go with me. Three for the price of one, way more than my future employers have bargained for.
August 11, 1967
All morning I’ve been packing up my paintings to put into storage. Fortunately I don’t have to depend on them to earn a living. Most of my things will be put into storage to be sent for later if things work out for me in Collinsport. I’ve been carefully selecting the belongings to take with me, holding them in my hands for a moment to feel if they contain the vibrations that I want with me there.
My father wants me to visit with him and Mother in Boston before I go. He is a professor and many in his family have academic careers. I grew up reading books that most other children didn’t read and was disappointed when I went to the university and found it to be dull. My father’s family came from very humble beginnings in this country, his ancestor being an indentured servant who could neither read nor write until mid-life. He was patiently taught by his employer and came to deeply value literacy and the sharing of it with those who are sincerely interested. This has been passed down through the generations in the Stokes family.
My antique restoration and appraisal experience partly came from my father; I learned some at the university and I also apprenticed with a young couple, the Todd’s, in their antique shop. There I learned more about the market value of antiques, profits and presentation but I have my own standards for what is of value. There are empty spaces between the particles in objects and these spaces hold vibrations which I can feel. I would rather have a simple object that has absorbed the good feelings from a harmonious home than to have a rare, expensive item that carries depression and anger. The Todd’s, while enthusiastic, had no knowledge of this. They were very much in love and paid little attention to me. I believe they planned to move to the east coast at some point. I’ve lost touch with them and suppose they will live a long, pleasant and boring life together.
Another activity I’ll be involved in is helping to organize a local artist’s collective. That will be as a volunteer and I have experience. These different and diverse avenues will give me flexibility in my schedule and will allow me to mingle with the community while I discover why I’ve been drawn to the area. I’ve already been able to casually brush off my last name of Collins as a mere coincidence to the people I’ve communicated with so far. Now I must get back to my packing.
Destiny is paving the way for me to arrive in Collinsport with a plausible reason for being there. As soon as I made my decision to answer my inner calling, I was recruited to go to the small coastal village. Thanks to my professional credentials and experience I am qualified for the opportunities. Because of the connections of my father, Germain Stokes who is originally from the area, the inquiring parties learned of my existence. The mere pittance being offered eliminated my competition and my recent and very lucrative divorce from Evan Collins enabled me to afford to accept the positions.
While I do have extra natural abilities, in this case I am unable to see what lies ahead of me. All I know is that I must go. Two of my invisible companions, Raph and Rose, are eager to go with me. Three for the price of one, way more than my future employers have bargained for.
August 11, 1967
All morning I’ve been packing up my paintings to put into storage. Fortunately I don’t have to depend on them to earn a living. Most of my things will be put into storage to be sent for later if things work out for me in Collinsport. I’ve been carefully selecting the belongings to take with me, holding them in my hands for a moment to feel if they contain the vibrations that I want with me there.
My father wants me to visit with him and Mother in Boston before I go. He is a professor and many in his family have academic careers. I grew up reading books that most other children didn’t read and was disappointed when I went to the university and found it to be dull. My father’s family came from very humble beginnings in this country, his ancestor being an indentured servant who could neither read nor write until mid-life. He was patiently taught by his employer and came to deeply value literacy and the sharing of it with those who are sincerely interested. This has been passed down through the generations in the Stokes family.
My antique restoration and appraisal experience partly came from my father; I learned some at the university and I also apprenticed with a young couple, the Todd’s, in their antique shop. There I learned more about the market value of antiques, profits and presentation but I have my own standards for what is of value. There are empty spaces between the particles in objects and these spaces hold vibrations which I can feel. I would rather have a simple object that has absorbed the good feelings from a harmonious home than to have a rare, expensive item that carries depression and anger. The Todd’s, while enthusiastic, had no knowledge of this. They were very much in love and paid little attention to me. I believe they planned to move to the east coast at some point. I’ve lost touch with them and suppose they will live a long, pleasant and boring life together.
Another activity I’ll be involved in is helping to organize a local artist’s collective. That will be as a volunteer and I have experience. These different and diverse avenues will give me flexibility in my schedule and will allow me to mingle with the community while I discover why I’ve been drawn to the area. I’ve already been able to casually brush off my last name of Collins as a mere coincidence to the people I’ve communicated with so far. Now I must get back to my packing.
