Marie and Nick were farmers. They had a sheep farm. They had four sons. The farm was a bit small to be farmed by four men when they left school, so Marie and Nick decided to sell and buy a bigger farm.
The farm they looked at first was a much larger sheep farm, set in the hill country towards the mountain ranges. It carried quite a few head of cattle as well.
Grant, the oldest son, fell in love with “the girl next door”. They married and (would you believe) had three sets of twins.
Brian, the second to oldest son, developed an interest in farm machinery, because of a neighbour’s tractor, and eventually moved away from the area and began his own contracting firm. He married a girl from way at the other end of the country. He’d met her at a machinery convention. They had four kids.
Gerald was the one who most liked to work on the farm. He kept it going, even when times were hard. He never married. “Never met the right one,” he used to say, although he did father a child with the local school mistress who ever so quietly “moved to another school”.
Terry was the youngest and he introduced pigs to the farm, and quite successfully. He had a pretty torrid affair with the wife of the local vicar. It was talked about for months. The woman’s husband was found hanging from the vestry ceiling, and in the end Terry and the woman moved away from the area altogether, thanks be to God.
But then, of course, none of this happened, because Marie and Nick didn’t buy this farm. They looked at it and decided against it. They bought another farm altogether, in another part of the country, and the history was therefore quite different.
Listen the story being read HERE!
There you go, without a word of warning, moving genres to sci-fi and alternate realities – just when I was getting used to bodies and unhappy folks! You are indeed a man of many parts. a multi-talented writer sir!!
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Thank you, Pauline. I’ll take a compliment from you any time!
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So the vicar didn’t hang himself in the vestry and Gerald found the right one? You have a natural style of writing – neither forced nor full of artifices – thus your endings are never predicable.
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That’s very kind of you. And I’m delighted to have a surprising end!
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I agree with Pauline about the multi-talented, but add that you are a man of precision and sneakiness….you said “looked at” the farm in the very beginning; you never did say “bought.”
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Aha! You noticed – I’m not the only sneaky one about!!
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I didn’t notice. Well done, Cynthia
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All these sneaky people – one can’t get away with anything!
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This is what’s called an unreliable narrator!!!
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Very reliable! Without word of a lie!
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One cannot be a successful sneak absent a reliable crop of sneakees.
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How TRUE!
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Ha!
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I only have two sons, but these are the kinds of thoughts that keep me from buying a sheep farm.
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LOL! A cattle ranch in Texas then? I’ll go you halves!
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That’s tempting!
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Nah! Probably too many water restrictions…
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Wow, but such is life and the law of choices. Very edifying.
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Every moment is a bit like that!
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True. And there go worlds that never became.
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So you believe in parallel universes? And you can see into them?
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We all have different gifts Noelle – some boil a potato, and others of us see into parallel universes!
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Yes! You are a master at this! I need these tales in print.
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Thank you! But re publishing – alas! I have a date with oblivion! 😦
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You know the date???
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LOL! You’re such a likeable cynic!
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That painting looks like my home – Hawkes Bay. I do miss home.. c
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It certainly is H.B. – although I superimposed the sheep. I’m a Hawkes Bay-ite myself – having been brought up in the Springhill-Wakarara area – inland from Onga Onga! What part were you from?
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I worked close to OngaOnga for a while but I cannot remember the name of the sheep farm. I was born on Westshore Beach in Napier and lived on The Hill for years until I began to travel.. I live on the prairies of the Midwest now SO FAR from the sea. Where are you now? c
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I’m in Levin! I lived in North Carolina (Asheville) for a year or two. My mother was brought up in Ahuriri and went to Sacred Heart on the Hill. You seem to have a wonderful lifestyle in the Midwest!
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Whew. That was a near miss. Imagine!
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I did imagine! I wonder who bought that farm instead, and what happened to the local school teacher?
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Over here in Trudeaunia there is an expression “bought the farm” which means the same thing as “kicked the bucket” or “a date with oblivion”. So, in answer to your question, I dunno.
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Same here, Susanne. “Bought the farm,”= “kicked the bucket,”= “pushing up daisies,”…etc…
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Karked!
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Excuse you!
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Too late!
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“Bought the farm” – That’s a great expression – and I shall borrow it! It’s related, no doubt, to “the funny farm”. I see where your Trudeau has been rated as a sexier prime minister than John Key our prime minister. John Key said he found it very tiresome being eye-candy!
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Here we have only an obamanation…..
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Hee hee. There’s someone in my house who’s going to love that term! 😀
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Like father, like son. I feel ancient. I remember when Trudeau the elder was elected and I was one of the smitten in the years of Trudeaumania. And so the world turns.
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I remember him as clear as a bell – and couldn’t name another Canadian PM! So they must have charisma!
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Oh, why linger on the “what if’s” and “could have’s”?
But that was a some furtive reading!
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It’s not just a “what if” and a “could have”. Thomas Aquinas bases his proof for the existence of a God on “contingency” – which is the “what ifs” and the “could haves”!! Gosh – I had to reread the story – it was posted so long ago!
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Would have been faster to just listen to the audio!
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?
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Some people listen faster than they read.
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If only Time were malleable, we could all do that. For instance, I wouldn’t work for a commercial bank…
The twist is potent but the saga of what might have been deserves to be written in a multi volume epic.
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I guess, in the long run, most fiction deals with the “what might have beens”. It’s rather liberating.
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I like how you casually move the endings away from what readers might expect. I’m gonna track all the way back to story #1 over the weeks/months … ignore the notifications that tell you I’ve been stalking your posts!
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LOL!
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