kajel: (Me)
"Come back my child."

"I cannot Grandmother."

"You must come back or be forever lost."

"You don't understand."

"I understand much my child. I understand that you wish to choose this path. You go against my council."

No, Grandmother, I..."

"Yes! This path you are on will lead to your downfall. I cannot have that. You must come back. The path you take will only lead to ruin. Many have followed it before. None have come back. If you proceed, I cannot help you. You will be lost to me. You will be lost to this place where you belong."

"That is what you do not understand Grandmother. Here, in this place that I belong, I am and always have been lost."

"Do not speak foolishness child."

"Grandmother, I know that you do not understand. To you, this path leads to a terrible unknown. To me, this path is my salvation. I will walk it with assurance and courage. I have faith that I will find myself and all that I have ever truly wanted."

"Foolish child! You must stop at once. You are on the brink of disaster. A single step more and you will not be able to return."

"With this step, I become what I was meant to be. No longer constrained by fear."

"My child!"

"Goodbye Grandmother."


This is my entry for LJ Idol: S10 Second Chance, Week 4. This week was an "Open Topic".
kajel: (Me)
"Andrew, I have several ideas for the Music Hall's inaugural concert. The trustees approved my plans."

"The New York Symphony Society has been a passion of mine for years, Walter. It is why I constructed the Music Hall. As musical director of the society, you have a great influence on who the trustees choose for the inaugural concert. I want the opening to be grand and memorable."

"You will get your wish, I assure you. Before I explain that, I have something else of import. The trustees have asked that I play upon our friendship to make an appeal to you."

"What would they ask of me?"

"They wish you to put your name on the hall. Instead of Music Hall, it would be known as Carnegie Hall."

Andrew leveled an exasperated look on his friend. "Preposterous! I do not need my name emblazoned upon the facade in some grandiose form of accolade to myself. The building is for the Society and will be called the Music Hall."

"Take heed, my friend. They will continue with this. A single no may not suffice. However, I have done my duty in asking."

"You may be right. Now what else do you have for me today?"

"On May 5th of this year 1891, I, Maestro Walter Damrosch, will conduct the inaugural concert of Music Hall with the great composer Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky!" He said with a grand flourish of his hands.

"Tchaikovsky! That is excellent news. It will be a great coup to have the famous Russian composer for the inaugural concert."

Andrew clapped Walter on his back as he moved towards a decanter set on a table nearby. He quickly poured two drinks and handed one to his friend.

"A toast to the success of the Music Hall and the many contributions to music it will provide in the future."


In 1893, the trustees talked Andrew Carnegie into allowing the use of his name.

This is my entry for LJ Idol: S10 Second Chance, Week 3. The topic this week was “Getting to Carnegie Hall". This is a work of creative fiction using facts about Carnegie Hall.
kajel: (Me)
I would sit here rocking, but I don't have a rocking chair. I do have a wicker chair. It has a foot stool. So, I can put my feet up at least. It's not the same as rocking with the breeze blowing gently against me. The smell of honeysuckle teasing my nose. The sound of Gram in the kitchen, cooking up her wondrous delights.

It's been many years since those things have been a part of my life. This wicker chair that doesn't rock just can't compare. Her death changed the course of my life. Dealing with the unexpected, large inheritance by disappearing off to college had worked. Who gets seventy six million dollars as they turn eighteen? I took the time to figure out what I was doing.

Cynthia and I traveled each summer. We toured Europe that first summer. Dublin, Ireland was where the second life changing event happened. Seeing the Book of Kells gave me a passion to pursue. That gorgeous illuminated manuscript inspired my life long collection of those wonderful works of art. The Porta Caeli manuscript is the pinnacle of my collection. Tomorrow, I would possess the key to open it.

Even though the La Chiave Fiore didn't in any way look like a key, I have a growing conviction that this is it. Negotiations to purchase the key from the church outside of Florence took longer than I expected. Cyn was coming over tomorrow to be with me when I finally open the manuscript.


"Alright Meredith, let's do this!" Cynthia grabbed my arm excitedly.

I looked over at her. I was just as excited as she was. I took the Porta Caeli out of the vault and laid it gently on the table in my office. I picked up the small gold flower. It really did just look like a button.

"Here we go," I said as I fit the loop on the back of the key to the small hole on the lock of the manuscript.

With a click, they key slid into place and the lock fell open.

"It worked."

With gentle fingers, I opened the leather cover. A blinding light lit the room suddenly.

"Meredith!" Cynthia grabbed my arm again. "What is that?"

I stared, frightened as I saw my office fade away. Cynthia was looking around as well.

"Oh my, Cyn, do you know what Porta Caeli means? It means Gate of Heaven."


This is my entry for LJ Idol: S10 Second Chance, Week 2. The topic this week was “Front Porch".
kajel: (Me)
We were headed to New York for Christmas a few years ago. We didn't leave Friday as planned, because a snow storm blew in Friday morning. We waited until the next day so that it would be daylight and the roads would have time to be cleared. My husband, my nine month old baby, two dogs, and I left the house at 7 a.m. Saturday morning. Our trip usually takes about 12-13 hours.

I should have known something was up when it took us four hours to get to I-81. That was twice the time. No big deal though. Once we hit Virginia and I-81, the roads were clear and we cruised along. We stopped for lunch, topped off the gas and hit the road after about an hour. It wasn't ten miles up the road when we hit the stopped traffic. After four hours, we had only gone thee miles. We spent a lot of time on the phone getting updates on the road from my Mom in New York. Sometime around 4:00 or 5:00 p.m., we found were back to cruising. My husband and I decided to push on a few more hours and then find a hotel. We hadn't gone very far.

Thirty miles up the road we were stopped again. Around 6:00 p.m., Mom started calling hotels in the next two towns trying to find us a room. Nada, zip, zilch. She found a hotel in Staunton that still had rooms, could we make it thirty miles to there? The hotel wouldn't take a reservation. Maybe we should just turn around and go home? I let her know that if turning was an option, we might consider it. By 11:30 p.m., Mom was going to bed, but if we needed her to look for or call for anything, wake her up.

I wouldn't recommend our hotel. Hotel Hyundai on I-81 mile marker 181. The service sucked, but there was a wake up call! Spending the night in the van, with a nine month old and two dogs sucks big time. We never moved. There was nowhere to go. Men have it so much easier when stuck on the highway overnight! That is all I am going to say about that! By 12:15 a.m. I had decided that alternating napping in case we moved was dumb. We should just sleep and if we moved, someone would honk if we didn't wake up.

I moved into the drivers seat so my husband could stretch out in the passenger seat. I would sleep for forty-five minutes then wake up, crank on the van, wait fifteen minutes, turn it off, then go back to sleep. I repeated that pattern until 6:15 a.m. I saw a flashlight floating around at that point way up the line. A cop was walking down the middle knocking on any trucks or cars that weren't awake. Finally, movement!

We finally arrived in Staunton and decided to stop and have breakfast. We hung around there for two hours. There was a brief consideration of getting a hotel room and just relaxing and hitting the road again Monday morning. However, I decided I was ready for this trip to be over, so we soldiered on. Luckily, it was nearly noon by then and the roads were getting better as it was a nice sunny, but cold day. We arrived safely at my parents house at 8 p.m. on Sunday evening. A trip that takes twelve hours, took thirty six. If you have a chance to get off the road, take it!

This is my entry for LJ Idol: S10 Second Chance, Week 1. The topic this week was “Not Throwing Away My Shot".
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