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Alethea D Eason's Blog
June 28, 2009
- Leaving Mexican Twirlers (for lack of a better term) on a summer day in Valparaiso celebrating Mexican culture and the amistad entre Chile y Mexico.Three weeks left to live in Chile. I haven't written as teaching and editing has taken most of my time and energy, but before I go I do want to leave some last thoughts to end my blogging about this part of my life.Favorite Places: The little ...
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April 12, 2009
- I'm writing as the sun is beginning to get low. A slow afternoon of not much going on. For lunch, we had salmon bought right from the fishmonger. One of them once told Bill he could come to her kitchen and cook anytime. I shared a bottle of wine with Bill. We rarely drink a whole bottle, but today is Easter and the afternoon slow. This morning I went to St. Peter's, the Anglican church in ...
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April 4, 2009
- Last night we decided to take the coastal route on the bus ride home from Vina del Mar. We got off far enough from the steps that lead up to our house for a chance to walk along the breakwater. The tide was high and waves splashed over the rocks, their last wisps directly below us. The moon lit the clouds, mottled like doeskin, and the rocks held the sheen of water and foam. We found a ...
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March 24, 2009
- Sandra and Alberto, my neighbors, had their stolen car returned to them by the Carabineros, the official state police of Chile. Unfortunately, the stereo, the ignition, several personal items and some alarms that Alberto uses in his security business (irony, here) were taken, and the windows were broken and the seats torn up. For the Carabineros to pursue the matter, Sandra would have to ...
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March 22, 2009
- Our neighbors, a woman with a bad back, a self-proclaimed black sheep of a well-known and wealthy family (they own one of the largest banks), and an old friend who just moved in with her, have called the Carabineros twice today. The first time was because of their stolen car. At 3 a.m., my husband heard the engine start and back out of our pasaje. She always turns the car around and then ...
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March 21, 2009
- The last day of summer here in Concon has been foggy and cold. We went to Vina today to eat at our favorite little restaurant (soup, pork and rice for 1,200 pesos, just a bit over 2 dollars a piece) and people were dressed in their winter sweaters and hats, with bufandas wrapped snugly around their necks to keep out the chilly wind blowing on shore from the bay. I've grown to like the cooler ...
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March 18, 2009
- I´m taking a minute to write before I have to start teaching. Writing and teaching go hand in hand in many ways, but unfortunately TIME to write becomes an issue. My writing time at night is filled with correcting papers and reading the literature selections I have to teach. This especially happens when a new school year begins. I teach in Chile and March is September here. I ...
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March 13, 2009
- The closest place Swain has for a home is Mama Hank’s, and that’s why Palaona and he decided to get married in the hotel’s front yard. The wedding happened just before my last birthday, over a year since we set Celeste free. Palaona is going to ride the trails with him, but only when she wants to. Swain says he could never stop delivering mail, that Thunder and Lightning would get gloomy if ...
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March 12, 2009
- A part of me must have watched while I ran from Celeste, tearing blindly through the forest, running as far as I could fling myself from her. I remembered each step back to Olena’s cabin. When I came to the laurel tree, its scent reminded me to slide down the hill, and when the earth felt soft beneath my shoes, a sign that a spring was not far underground, I knew the cabin was close by. I ...
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March 11, 2009
- The river was made of lead. My arms ached so badly I had to grit my teeth with each stroke. I couldn’t keep the dugout straight, and before I had gone half a mile I plowed into a sand bar. I cursed myself for not seeing the shallow water. I cursed Dani for being proved right. Most of all, I cursed Celeste for abandoning me. I sat for a long time, stranded thirty feet from the bank, watching the ...
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March 10, 2009
- The dugout skimmed through the water like a bird in the night, and a sour feeling spread through me. More than once I wanted to tell Celeste we were turning back, but I held my tongue. With each stroke of my paddle I forced myself to believe that if Olena could heal Celeste, then running away from home was the right thing to do. I knew from Swain that it took four days of heavy riding to get to ...
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March 9, 2009
- Two weeks passed, and January slipped by. Swain was overdue with the mail. I wanted a letter from Celeste so badly that I must have stood at the kitchen door ten times each hour listening for the mules as they climbed the last hill to town. “You think watching for Swain is going to make him get here any faster?” Mama Hank teased as I stared out the door after supper. “You ought to know ...
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March 8, 2009
- Swain had one more trip to Rosamint to pick up the mail before they left to fix the baby growl; he’d be stopping at our place for sure. I was writing in Sarah's cabin writing to Celeste, partly as an assignment, partly because I couldn't stop worrying about her. I told her about the phonograph, and then about seeing Matai because she liked him as much as I did. Sarah seemed lost in her book, so ...
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March 7, 2009
- I didn’t say anything to Celeste or to my parents because I was afraid of what the truth would do to all of us. Bringing it up would have felt like setting the house on fire. I made a promise that I’d forget about their conversation. Life could go on then the way it always had. Papa and Mama thought they were protecting us. Celeste had continued playing the game of daughter without letting ...
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March 6, 2009
- Sandila came by two more times, and Mama Hank didn’t say a word against her trying to help Celeste. With each visit, Celeste appeared to get better. But at night when we were alone, when the world was hushed except for the wind or the cry of an owl haunting a tree, she’d toss and turn and babble in her sleep as though the strange language they were using at the ritual were caged inside of her ...
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