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<H3 style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center>Here is the
title, blurb, and another slice of the stories I'm collecting into a cohesive
manuscript. </H3>
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<DIV style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center>You Got
Eyeballs In There?</DIV>
<DIV style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center>by Kate
Chamberlin</DIV>
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<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><FONT size=3>As she grows up,
some of Grace’s stories are happy, some trying, some enlightening, and a few
themes are sad, but, they’re all the warp and woof of what goes into the
tapestry of life we call Family. The daily living skills demonstrated by the
fictional characters in these stories are valid, tried, and true.
<o:p></o:p></FONT></P>
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size=3> </FONT></o:p></P></H3>
<H3 style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center>Book II:
Teenagers</H3>
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<H1 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><A name=_Toc460769676><SPAN
style='FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: "Times New Roman",serif; COLOR: windowtext; LETTER-SPACING: -0.1pt'>#31.
A Walk through History</SPAN></A><SPAN
style='FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: "Times New Roman",serif; COLOR: windowtext; LETTER-SPACING: -0.1pt'><o:p></o:p></SPAN></H1>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in 3.5in 4.0in 4.5in 5.0in 5.5in 6.0in 6.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.1pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>One afternoon, as Ken, Grace,
Edie, and Joe were seated in the back booth at Family Ties Restaurant sipping
sodas and munching on fries, Grace asked them if they’d ever been to Colonial
Williamsburg in Virginia.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in 3.5in 4.0in 4.5in 5.0in 5.5in 6.0in 6.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.1pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“No,”</FONT><SPAN
style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>Edie
said. “I know it is very historic, but I’ve never been there.
Why?”<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in 3.5in 4.0in 4.5in 5.0in 5.5in 6.0in 6.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.1pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“My Dad has a business trip to
the area and offered to drop us off at The Williamsburg Lodge,” Grace said. “We
can walk to everything from there.” <o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in 3.5in 4.0in 4.5in 5.0in 5.5in 6.0in 6.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.1pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“Cool,” Joe said, as he RAISED
his eyebrows and winked at Edie. “I’ve heard there are lots of taverns and old
inns we could explore.”<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in 3.5in 4.0in 4.5in 5.0in 5.5in 6.0in 6.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.1pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“There used to be harpsichords
imported from Europe back then,” Ken added. “I wonder if they still have one
stashed away in any of those big old houses.”<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in 3.5in 4.0in 4.5in 5.0in 5.5in 6.0in 6.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.1pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>Spring break finally arrived and
the teens were on the wide porch of the Williamsburg Lodge, looking over the
down-loaded map of the Historic Village.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in 3.5in 4.0in 4.5in 5.0in 5.5in 6.0in 6.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.1pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“Breakfast should be first on our
list,” Edie, the ever practical one said.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in 3.5in 4.0in 4.5in 5.0in 5.5in 6.0in 6.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.1pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“It looks like
C</FONT></SPAN><SPAN style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><FONT size=3>hownings
Tavern is near here,” Ken said.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in 3.5in 4.0in 4.5in 5.0in 5.5in 6.0in 6.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“Do they say what their specialty
is?” Grace asked, as Crackers laid quietly at her
feet.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in 3.5in 4.0in 4.5in 5.0in 5.5in 6.0in 6.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“Bubble and Squeek, and Welsh
rarbit, and a dessert,” Joe read. “They’re big on Root Beer here. Great for a
hardy breakfast.”<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in 3.5in 4.0in 4.5in 5.0in 5.5in 6.0in 6.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“We’re here to try new things,
so, I’m for the Bubble and Squeek thing,” Grace
laughed.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in 3.5in 4.0in 4.5in 5.0in 5.5in 6.0in 6.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>After their breakfast of eggs and
potatoes for Grace and Ken; the cheese sauce over toast points for Edie and Joe,
they again poured over the village map.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“The Prentis Store is on Colonial
and Duke of Glouster Streets, near the Prentis House on Botetourt and Duke of
Glouster Streets,” Ken noticed.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“Oh, look. Right across the
street from that,” Edie exclaimed, “is the silver smith James
Craig.”<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“I’ve heard of him,” Joe said.
“Maybe, we’ll see some skilled artisans making watches or jewelry.”
<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“It says in the brochure that
Golden Ball in London is the trademark used by jewelers and goldsmiths,” Ken
read. “It says James Craig was a watch-maker and made a pair of earrings for
George Washington’s daughter.”<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“Grace,” Edie said. “Let’s get
matching earrings as a souvenir of our trip.”<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“Edie, are your ears pierced,
too?” Grace asked.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“Yes,”</FONT><SPAN
style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>Edie
said.</FONT><FONT size=3><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">
</SPAN><o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>Grace told Crackers “Forward.”
And they strolled down the wooden side-walk toward the silver smith’s shop. The
sidewalk felt like corduroy beneath Grace’s feet. Crackers was busy looking
right and left for anything that might harm Grace, as well as, going forward the
way Grace had told her. When they crossed the unpaved street, Crackers was
careful to guide Grace around the horse droppings.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>At first, the teens were
perplexed as they stood in front of the two doors</FONT><SPAN
style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>to the
silver smith’s building. They soon figured out that the door on the west went
into the workshop and entered. Later, the girls went in the east door to
purchase sparkly, silver earrings.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“I didn’t realize it would take
you two so long to choose earrings,” Joe said, RAISING his eyebrows at Edie.
“I’m starving. What are we near?” Edie rolled her eyes</FONT><SPAN
style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>at him
and grinned.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“Looks like the King’s Arms
Tavern might be near enough to reach before you faint,” Ken, the keeper of the
map, teased. <o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>Each time they passed a door,
Crackers indicated it with a little nod of her head in its direction. When they
came to a door that smelled like food, Grace said, “M-m-m, this smells like a
restaurant. Is it the one we want?”<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>Once seated with Crackers safely
tucked underneath the table, the “wench” brought their menus. She told them that
the over-sized napkins were to be tucked into their shirt collar to protect
their clothes.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“I feel really silly with this
tucked into my shirt,” Grace said.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“Well, join the club,” Ken said.
“We all look silly.”<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>The Southern fare of Peanut soup,
pecan pie, Veal chops, Cavalier’s Lamb, Ginger ale or cider made it hard to
choose.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>As the wench served them, she
chatted amiably about the history of the tavern, “It was owned by Mrs. Vobe,
during a time when it was unusual for women to own property. She changed the
name to Eagle Tavern</FONT><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>to make it more her own and began
to serve real Southern food.”<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>After lunch, they walked back
toward the Guard House to the octagonal brick
magazine.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“Look at those Muskets,
munitions, swords, pikes, canteens and cooking utensils,” Joe nearly hollered.
“They are awesome.”<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“It feels cool in here and smells
old,” Grace said. “Are there any things I can feel or
hold?”<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>The docent handed them wrought
iron, wooden, and lead items used in the colonial days for fighting and daily
living. They were so engrossed in exploring the relics, that they nearly missed
their date at the Court House.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>Crackers was more than happy to
walk briskly along the board walk toward the Court
House.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>Ken and Joe were scheduled to be
seated in the Jury Panel. Edie and Grace sat on a long, uncomfortable wooden
bench, as the jury participated in the trial that actually took place in the
Court Room centuries ago. Crackers was comfortable resting under the bench Grace
sat on, even though, the floor was dusty, unfinished
wood.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“Edie,” Grace whispered, “I can
feel there are no rugs on the floor, but, aren’t there any drapes on the
windows? It sounds so empty.”<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“It’s like a big wooden box with
these benches, a few desks and chairs up front,” Edie
said.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>Although</FONT><SPAN
style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>Ken and
Joe had only been on the jury during the long trial, not</FONT><SPAN
style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT
size=3>convicted or even charged, Grace, Edie, Joe, and Ken took each other’s
pictures standing in the “Stocks” on the grass next to the Court House. They
thought it would make a great FaceBook post.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“Well, I see we’ve saved the best
for last,” Ken said, pointing to the map. “Our next stop is the Bruton Parish
Church.”<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“Something tells me that this is
where we’re going to find the harpsichord,” Grace
laughed.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“Close,” Ken said, taking her
hand. “Peter Pelham was the organist in that church and gave harpsichord lessons
to the well-bred young ladies of the village.” <o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>As Edie and Joe described the
things Crackers led Grace past, Ken was deep in conversation with one of the
other docents.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“We have one more stop to make,”
Ken said with a big grin. “The piano forte and harpsichord are in the Governor’s
Palace. The docent is going to call ahead to let them know we’re
coming.”<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>Once in the Governor’s Palace,
the docent led them right to the piano forte and asked, “So, who is the
musician?”<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>All three friends pointed to Ken,
who tried to hide his excitement. <o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“We have a few minutes before a
large tour group comes in. Is there a tune you’d like me to play?” the docent
asked.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“May I play it?”</FONT><SPAN
style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>Ken
asked, twisting and untwisting his fingers. Permission was given and Ken played
a beautiful Keyboard Sonata by Haydn.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>Grace held her right hand out and
told Crackers, “hup-up.”</FONT><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>Crackers moved ahead so Grace’s hand
touched Ken’s shoulder.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“You play so beautifully,” she
said. “The piano forte sounds a lot like our pianos today.”
<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“Don’t you wish you could play
like that?” Edie whispered to Joe, but Joe was lost in the strains of the
sonata.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>Moving into a smaller room, the
docent said, “We don’t usually let anyone play this 18</FONT><SUP><FONT
size=3>th</FONT></SUP><FONT size=3> Century harpsichord, but you were so eager
and able to play the piano forte, I suppose there will be no holding you back.
Be my guest.”<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>Hesitantly, Ken sat down on the
ancient stool in front of the small instrument that he’d wanted to play for a
long time.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>“The harpsichord,” the docent
said as Ken began to play a Prelude by J. S. Bach. “is a string instrument
similar to the piano forte, but the strings are plucked by little hooks, rather
than struck by leather covered hammers.”<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>Ken lost himself in the thrill of
performing on such an old and time-honored instrument. He came out of his
heavenly reverie when Grace softly said, “Hello-o-o. Earth to Ken. We need to
go. The tour group is almost on us.”<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>They thanked the docent for the
very special treat he’d given them and walked toward Shields Tavern for dinner.
<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"><SPAN
style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT
size=3>Grace tucked Crackers under the table and ordered a green salad,
remembering how one of the Heritage Lettuce Plants leaf she sampled at the
Village Nursery tasted like vinegar, another like mint, still another like lemon
and so many others, that the salad would not need any
dressing.<o:p></o:p></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"><SPAN
style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT
size=3>“Oh, how weird,” Joe said when Grace’s salad
arrived.<o:p></o:p></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"><SPAN
style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT
size=3>“Why?”</FONT><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT size=3>
</FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>Grace asked. “What’s so weird about different greens
having different shapes and flavors?”<o:p></o:p></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"><SPAN
style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT
size=3>“First, put your hands down and don’t touch it,” Ken said, knowing Grace
always explored everything with her hands. He began to describe what they could
see and she could not. “There are a variety of leafy greens about six-inches
tall sticking straight up out of a four-inch long toasted bread
troth.”<o:p></o:p></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"><SPAN
style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT
size=3>“It looks like someone stuck green leaves and stuff into a planter,” Joe
said, trying to be helpful.<o:p></o:p></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"><SPAN
style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT
size=3>“The dressing is squiggled in a zigzag pattern like a border on the plate
with grape tomatoes plopped onto the dressing,“ Ken
continued.<o:p></o:p></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"><SPAN
style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT
size=3>“I bet they did that so they wouldn’t roll off,” Edie blurted
out.<o:p></o:p></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"><SPAN
style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT
size=3>“How am I supposed to eat this?”</FONT><SPAN
style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>Grace
moaned. <o:p></o:p></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"><SPAN
style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT
size=3>“Knock it over!” Edie, Joe, and Ken said in unison. ”And use a fork,”
they added. All four of them dissolved into laughter.<o:p></o:p></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>When Crackers heard feet shuffle
and chairs scrape on the bare wooden floor, she got up and shook. She did a good
job of keeping Grace on the path back to the Williamsburg Lodge. Just as they
entered the parking lot, Grace’s Dad drove in.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT
size=3> </FONT></SPAN><FONT size=3>In no time, Crackers was curled
up at Grace’s feet fast asleep, making little puppy woofs and twitching her
paws. She wasn’t the only one who was dog tired. Within minutes of relaxing in
the car, all but Grace’s Dad were asleep, dreaming of more adventures to
come.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in 3.5in 4.0in 4.5in 5.0in 5.5in 6.0in 6.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><FONT size=3>(Music Source: Keyboard Sonata by
Haydn<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN></FONT><FONT size=3>on the
piano forte:<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><A
href="http://www.youtube/"><SPAN style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><FONT
size=3>www.youtube</FONT></SPAN></A><SPAN style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><FONT
size=3> …Joseph Haydn Piano Sonatas, Fortepiano after Schantz 1790 1. Son No.21
in D minor Hob XVI/2a: Moderato 0:00 2. Larghetto
3.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in 3.5in 4.0in 4.5in 5.0in 5.5in 6.0in 6.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><FONT size=3>And Prelude by J. S. Bach on The
harpsichord:<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT
size=3>www.youtube.com/watch?v=iT29XpFEFH4<o:p></o:p></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-hyphenate: none; tab-stops: -.5in"><SPAN
style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt"><o:p><FONT size=3> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P>
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