The Chronicles Of Simon the Lover- Chapter Eight: Muriel’s Heart

The Chronicles Of Simon the Lover

Chapter Eight: Muriel’s Heart

 

As Muriel read the poem

She wept

And this moment brought a first for her

She believed for the first time

That true love was real

And her heart began to yearn

To know who her lover was

 

She made her way through the day

With every moment feeling like a lifetime

Each man she passed

Brought the same question

“Is this my love?”

 

With Simon’s words

The door to Muriel’s heart

Had been unlocked

 

That day when Simon saw her

He saw a woman in love

But she didn’t know who with

At one moment she giggled to herself

The next she was almost in tears

 

Simon was now resolved…

 

He would be revealed

To his love

And it would be for Muriel

To slay or bring him to life

 

When he left the diner after lunch

He walked straight to the Town Chronicle

And personally delivered the letter

 

The whole walk home

And the rest of the day

Simon did nothing

But hope against hope

And as he slept

He saw Muriel in his dreams

 

The following day’s paper

Had his poem on the front page

 

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The Chronicles of Simon the Lover- Chapter Seven: Chronicle #2

The Chronicles of Simon the Lover

Chapter Seven: Chronicle #2

Oh, Muriel

Be my song once more!

From the marrow of my bones

I long for your response

Will I be received?

Or will you reckon my love grotesque?

I can not much longer bear

But to know love’s fate

 

My most pure dove

Desire of a heart not defiled

Do you believe my motives are true?

My thoughts toward you are holy

 

From antiquity to this present age

None as you was ever found

Your smile is as

The birth of dawn

From the eastward horizon

To have but the hope of you

Is better than Solomon’s riches

Yet my soul desires more than hope

 

Muriel

Will your heart find place for my love?

 

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The Chronicles of Simon the Lover- Chapter Six: Curiosity

The Chronicles of Simon the Lover

Chapter Six: Curiosity

 

All wondered amongst themselves

Who was the author of this outpouring?

These were not the words of a simple man

Or of a plain, small town fellow they said

The author of this poem was surely

One to be esteemed for his love and words

 

What of Muriel?

Let’s just say her smile was a bit

Wider than usual that day

As her heart beat harder

Than it ever had

Energized by such curiosity alive within her

 

And Simon?

He saw her smiling

And it was the best day of his life

Though many men have provoked

One thousand smiles from the one they love

For Simon

This was the first

 

Once again they had lunch together

From across the room

Muriel smiling and chatting

With her girlfriends from the bank

And Simon spoke silently with his pen

But with a greater sense of

Freedom than before

 

Off went another letter

To the Town Chronicle

This time it was in the next day’s paper

And the expectation of the town

(And of Muriel)

Was not disappointed

 

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The Chronicles of Simon the Lover- Chapter Five: Chronicle #1

The Chronicles of Simon the Lover

Chapter Five: Chronicle #1

 

Muriel

You are the sweetest fragrance

Of the fairest May flower

 

My heart is stricken

In every moment

Of your absence

 

Your beauty draws my soul

In the night watches

As the moon’s gravity

Upon the ocean tide

 

If I believed but for a moment

That there was not a place

For our love

I would beg not to love you

 

Will my confession

Find a kind answer?

Will you forgive my secrets?

Will your sacrifice

Be my love’s salvation?

Does your heart hear

My whispered prayer?

 

Oh Muriel

Suffer love’s fool to speak!

 

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The Chronicles Of Simon the Lover-Chapter Four: A Poet’s Encounter

 

The Chronicles Of Simon the Lover

Chapter Four: A Poet’s Encounter

 

The next day

Simon sat in his usual

Back-corner booth at the diner

Feeling isolated and safe

From the judgment of the normal townsfolk

Hoping Muriel

Who worked as a teller at the bank across the street 

Would follow her usual routine

And come to the diner for lunch

 

A few minutes later

When Muriel walked in

It was to Simon

As the gates of Heaven opening

With celestial light shining upon her face

And her dark brown hair

 

Simon’s ballpoint pen felt like the ready, ink-dipped quill of a prophet

While the words flowed freely onto

His new dime store notebook

As did those on Solomon’s scroll

When he wrote his sacred song

 

Simon penned the words purposefully 

And with great thought and reflection

As though he was whispering the sonnet

In Muriel’s ear

His head just over her cashmere covered shoulder

 

When Simon’s confession was finished

He carefully tore out the page

Folding it twice, keeping the creases even

Until it was one third its original size

Just the perfect fit for a fresh, white envelope

 

Once the envelope was licked, sealed, and stamped

Simon wrote the “To” address on the front

But added no “From”

Then mailed it to the Town Chronicle

 

Though the newspaper’s office was only two blocks away

Simon wished for the time being

To remain anonymous

And could not risk being noticed

Dropping the letter off

For he was the town’s peculiar one

 

Simon chose rather

To drop it into the large, metal mailbox on the corner of the sidewalk

Feeling gravity pull it out of his fingers

Before he allowed the heavy, tilt-out mail slot door

To swing back into place

 

Simon

Knowing what was now done

Could not be undone

He whispered to himself

“It is finished”

 

Upon the poem’s publishing in “The Town Chronicle”

Several days later

It could be said that there was no small stir

Among the populace of the small town

For Simon was plain

With the notions of his heart

 

His anonymous, yet public confession

Read in this fashion…

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The Chronicles of Simon the Lover- Chapter Three: The Revelation of St. Simon

 

The Chronicles of Simon the Lover

Chapter Three: The Revelation of St. Simon

Simon was deep in his daily Bible study

Making his devotion in the book of Proverbs

One of his favorite portions of Scripture

When he came across one fateful verse

Proverbs 27:5 

“Open rebuke is better than secret love”

 

It was as though a fog was lifted

From his lonesome soul

As his God’s words gave the charge

And a spark of liberating revelation

Was ignited

 

Though his mind had been quickened

He yet reasoned within himself

“How can a man such as I

Shunned and despised of all

Express to the beautiful rose Muriel

The truest feelings of my heart?”

 

He was now frustrated 

By the apparent contradiction

Why would God provoke him to action

While offering no course

To accomplish the task

 

As the battle was raging

In his stricken breast

He found the answer

In the notion of a faithful friend

At the moment he looked upon the book of prose

That had also been his meditation many lonely hours

 

He would pour out his heart in verse

Page and pen would play the music

Of his love song

And Muriel would finally know

That he loved her

 

But he could not just walk right up to her

At the corner of Main and Jefferson

And hand her the love letter in an envelope

For he was the town’s peculiar one

Such an action would surely be disastrous

 

Simon decided on a less abrupt course

He would offer his love poems for publication

In the community contribution section

Of the local newspaper

“The Town Chronicle”

 

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The Chronicles of Simon the Lover-Chapter Two: The Heart of Simon

 

The Chronicles of Simon the Lover

Chapter Two: The Heart of Simon

 

In spite of his lack of human friends

Simon was not completely forsaken

For he found the companionship offered by books

To be quite agreeable

His best pals were the Scriptures, Moby Dick

And a collection of love poems

Penned by the great writers of verse

 

Oh, and by the way

Simon was in love

 

Her name was Muriel

She was an angel in his eyes

Every time he saw her in town

His heart felt as though it was being crushed

By the mighty hand of God

 

But he would only look quickly

For he was the town’s peculiar one

And though he could bear the judgmental stares 

Of everyone that passed him by

To risk catching such a glance from Muriel

Would be as death to him

So rather than chance such a fate

He withheld his eyes from ever meeting hers

 

Several years it had been

That he had lived in this sad state

A man whose chest burned with the heat

Of true love’s passion

Yet feeling imprisoned

Unable to express his deepest emotions

To the object of his desire

The sweet Muriel

 

But one day

Everything changed…

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The Chronicles of Simon the Lover- Chapter One: A Man Peculiar

The Chronicles of Simon the Lover

Chapter One: A Man Peculiar

Every small town has a man who is shunned

A man who is peculiar in one way or another

Usually seen walking here or there

Sometimes stopping at the cafe for coffee

Sitting in the safety of the back corner booth

Always alone

A man who is never afforded

The congenial small talk

And courteous nods

Offered to one another

By the regular citizens

 

Simon was such a man

 

He had suffered a bout of polio as a child

Scarcely surviving the episode

Being left a bit hunched over

With his spine and one leg permanently crooked

 

In nineteen fifty-six

Simon was a man in his late twenties

He was always disheveled in appearance

Often seen shuffling down the sidewalk

While catching the disapproving glances

Of the regular townsfolk

Like an unwelcome leper with

Worn clothes

Unkempt hair

And a lonely soul

 

His parents having both passed on

He lived with an aunt on his father’s side

Who was kind enough to give him room and board

Though he could pay no regular rent

As he was only able to find odd and infrequent jobs

Because who wants a cripple for their hired man

 (Strange how a town with so many churches

   can be so wanting in the area of practical

    Christianity)

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The Whisper

Humanity is as the surface of a vast pond

Being visibly stirred and moved by the actions of individuals

As one passerby casually tossed a stone in, then walked away

I saw that the ripples continued long after he was there to behold them

Going this way and that

Expanding in influence from the place where they began

 

So my friend

Find the largest and best stone you can

And cast it purposefully into the pond

Let its ripples roll to affect

And to be affected by those of others

Throw it high, throw it hard

So that even after your tenure at the pond is over

Still its ripples will roll

And even in death

Your life will whisper

What you yelled

While your lungs still owned breath

 

Remind yourself today

That this will not be forever

Your transient and brief pilgrimage on the lively side of earth’s soil is short

And the length of its precarious song, uncertain

Yet, while you live, make yourself at home

Do your worst to do your best

 

In the eons that came before you

Nothing of you was known

But for now, you are

And when it comes that you are not

Let not the latter condition of things

Be as the state of the former

When nothing of you had ever been whispered

Leave not this world in an underwhelmed state

Or indifferent and unmoved at your remembrance

 

As surely as you are here now

You will not be in one hundred years

Do not hide your face from that fact

Or be afraid to face it

This is the common story of billions who have passed

It will be for the billions who live now

And for billions more who will be born

 

Every one of us is not but the whisper of the century to come

Let us treat the world kindly while we live

So it will whisper kindly of us

When we have turned to dust

 

Copyright 2013-Luke Austin Daugherty

On Reviving an Aging Teapot & the Glory of Minor Triumphs

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Last Mother’s Day, I gave my wife a full set of vintage Revere Ware cookware. I had labored secretly over the several months previous to piece the set together, one item at a time. Since I am a full-time eBay seller, I’m always “picking” at thrift stores, auctions, and garage sales. Once I started to collect the individual pieces for my wife’s next gift, I knew it wouldn’t take me long to finish the task; a pot here, a lid there. So, on Mother’s Day 2013, the kids and I chased “Mom” out of the house for an hour, cleared out the old mish-mash bunch of pots and pans out of our cabinet. We replaced them with the new/vintage Revere Ware and put a big bow across the cabinet doors. When my wife got home, she loved her new gift. Because of the effort we had all put into it, her happiness was a satisfying triumph.

As an avid hot tea drinker in the midst of a family of avid tea drinkers, I was mildly disappointed when the “whistler” on my wife’s vintage Revere Ware teapot broke several months later. The little metal diaphragm finally worked loose from the lid due to age and use. The teapot, in contrast to the rest of the set I amassed, was of a more recent vintage and not quite as durably designed. The rest of the items were USA made cookware from the 1960s and back. But, the teapot was a Korean made unit, likely from the 1980s. It featured a plastic flip lid where the metal whistler piece was held tight with a plastic retainer rather than a metal rivet. Had the construction the teapot been that of a vintage, USA made Revere Ware unit with a metal rivet holding the whistler, I’m confident the teapot would still be daily whistling its intended tune.

With no whistler on the teapot, heating water became a bit annoying. Since the pot didn’t sound for a boil, you either had to check on it every few minutes or go in late to find it steaming like mad. This situation cast a bit of a shadow on our family teatime and begged to be remedied. For the mean time, we would tolerate the mute teapot. But, I knew that I would eventually run across a suitable replacement Revere Ware teapot as a product of my weekly “treasure hunting.” On one recent excursion, I found not only a similar teapot, but the EXACT same one in an 8×4 foot bin at my local Goodwill Outlet Store. Yet, I had to ask myself before glorying in the minor triumph of my find, “Is the whistler in good shape?” As I flipped up the little spring-loaded plastic lid, I saw to my delight that the whistler diaphragm was present and tightly affixed. With that question settled, I excitedly liberated it from the pile of donated wares and placed it safely in my Goodwill cart for purchase.

Still, there was one problem with this teapot that I would have to address before my family would be able to use it. The teapot’s previous owner had badly neglected its maintenance. First, the stainless steel top was very dirty and the copper bottom badly tarnished. Neither of those things bothered me since I often must clean up or polish acquisitions before selling them on eBay. Tidying up the externals of this teapot would just be “another day at the office.” The more difficult issue was that the inside suffered from a serious build-up of calcium and other hard-water distillates, apparently from many years of use. The entire bottom and most of the sides of the inner pot were heavily crusted. At first glance, I didn’t know if I would ultimately be successful in getting the inside of the pot to a usable condition due to the severity of the build-up, but I wanted to give it a try.

So, this week I decided to slay the foe of this calcium build up! I do apologize for my melodrama and realize that an aging teapot is no great issue in the grand scheme of things. But, though it was ultimately small matter, it was still a matter to be taken care of. I worked on the teapot a bit each day starting last Wednesday. There was a point, after my second attempt at getting the calcium to loosen up, when I thought I just might not get it clean and have to give it back to the Goodwill from whence it came. It took three primary cleaning phases to get the shale-like crust dissolved, broken up, and loosened from the metal. I measured some calcium fragments that came out of the pot with my digital caliper as being 4mm thick. The last batch of broken-up calcium from the third cleaning can be seen in this picture.

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When I got the inside of the teapot finished this afternoon, I cleaned and polished its outside surface. All said and done, after completing the task today, I felt like the valiant slayer of lesser dragons. I now sit here sipping Red Rose Original Pekoe tea from a 1930s Noritake china teacup as I type this sentence, having used the hot water from the revived teapot. All is right with the world…

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 “Now, enjoy a hot cup of tea from your revived teapot and revel in your minor triumph! Of such small triumphs is the happiness of daily life secured and the neglected cobwebs of melancholy swept out of its corners.”

Below, you’ll see a picture of the items needed to accomplish such a task yourself. Most teapots will not be in such an abysmal state as mine and will not require much effort to freshen up.

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If you are only trying to remove tea stains from your teapot, use this method:

1. Put one cup of baking soda in the teapot

2. Fill it the rest of the way with water

3. Bring to a boil, then let it cool

4. If needed, due to severe staining, scrub around in the inside with a bottle brush and repeat steps 1 and 2

5. Rinse out the soda water and wash with soap and water

If you are removing minor calcium build-up, use this method:

1. Use a mixture of 1 part white vinegar to 2 parts water.

2. Bring to a boil, let it cool, and sit overnight to loosen the build-up. The water should be very milky looking when you pour it out.

3. Rinse and wash. Repeat the process if needed.

If you are removing a major calcium build-up, use this method:

1. Fill the teapot up to the top of the calcium build up with straight white vinegar.

2. Bring to a boil, let it cool, and sit overnight to loosen the heavy buildup.

3. Most likely, the build-up will not all be loose. Take a long, narrow knife that you don’t mind dulling up the end of a bit. Get the teapot into some good lighting where you can see down into the inside to detect the caked-on areas. Use your knife to scratch around and scrape the caked-on calcium.

4. Rinse the loosened pieces out and repeat as necessary until all is gone.

5. If the build-up is stubborn, repeat the entire process again.

To clean and polish the outside of a dirty metal teapot, use this method:

1. Give the outside a normal soap and water washing.

2. Use liberal amounts of Barkeeper’s Friend and a sponge to clean the tarnish and build-up from the stainless steel, brass, or copper.

3. For heavy areas, use a small amount of water and a lot of Barkeeper’s Friend to make a heavy paste all over the area. Let it sit for a few minutes to work on the tarnish. Rinse and repeat as needed.

4. A stubborn tarnish will need a significant amount of “elbow grease” to get clean. The outside of the teapot I was cleaning took me about 15 minutes of scrubbing to get completely bright.

5. Wash with soap and water normally

Now, enjoy a hot cup of tea from your revived teapot and revel in your minor triumph! Of such small triumphs is the happiness of daily life secured and the neglected cobwebs of melancholy swept out of its corners.