Huck made his way to the nearby river to get his daughter. She’d gone there with other children for a swim. They did that nearly every day in summer. Today however, Huck went down to the river for a reason; his wife had collapsed and died suddenly while preparing lunch. Huck went to the river to tell his daughter the sad news and to bring her home.
Together, hand in hand, they walked back to their house. Mummy has died very suddenly. Everything is going to be fine. They crossed barefoot through the swamp that bordered the river. They crossed through the stretch of long grass. They passed through the plantation of trees. They reached home. Everything is going to be fine.
“These footprints preserved in rock,” said the palaeontologist 49,000 years later, “are the footprints of a primitive adult male and child. They were in a hurry. It’s possible to imagine these footprints being made by a father teaching his son how to ferociously hunt and kill.”
Oh, the power of preconception.
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Yes – they say when you pre-conceive you miss out on all the fun! Happy Season greetings to you dear personage!
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Woot! I’ve never been called a personage before, let alone a dear one. Or, did you misspell that, and I’m really a parsonage??
Here’s to a good 2017 for you and your crew, my expensive parsonage. 🙂
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Oh! I meant: “Oh dear! Persiflage!”
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That’s easy for you to say …
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Fabulous, Bruce. Sometimes I think that our existence is founded on such misconceptions.
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Thanks, Chris. There’s probably askew thoughts all over the show!
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I love how you take me down one road and then wham! everything changes! We forget that early man was still human, with all of the emotions we have in 2017…
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Thanks, Noelle. Even my dog seems to laugh – at least if there’s a mild irony in circumstances she SEEMS to think it amusing!
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I was not ready for the ironic slap at the end, the real story that holds the one you began with. Yet, the grief and grip of tension upon the father and the daughter have been captured remarkably well and withstand the satirical twist of the climax. Such is the stuff the academia is built of!
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Thanks, Uma. I always look forward (as opposed to my misspelling of foreword elsewhere on the blogosphere!) to your perceptive comments. I’ve been in a bit of a grouchy mood of late, and it always brings good cheer to see your intelligent observations.
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Never mind the misspelling as long as the intention gets across. At times, typos in comments indicate certain intensity of emotions. Still, if you permit me I would change the forward into foreword…
It makes me happy to learn my comments make you happy!
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I never mind bad spelling or grammar if it’s done on purpose to convey some meaning or other (Wanted: a maid to wash, iron and milk three cows) but like to correct unintentional errors!
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You are wicked, Bruce! But I am inclined to give you the benefit of doubt here…
(I will insert an ‘e’ after all…)
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I thank ‘e.
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Interesting. Your writing is always unpredictable (which is a good thing, I think)
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Thank you, Jan! Unpredictability seems to be in! e.g. the Pope, the President Elect of US; it’s a way of making people stand on their toes!
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So we don’t know everything.
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Aha – I see we are both humble men.
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🙂
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A poignant beginning Bruce and then the slam of shattering those preconceptions.
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Thanks, Andrea. “Slam” is such a violent word! Ouch!
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But there’s a lot of preconceptions to get through 🙂
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How do you know his name was Huck? Was it a Leakey guess?
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Lucy told me his name was Huck.
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I (used to) Love Lucy
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That was Loosey.
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