Saturday, September 28, 2019

Hector (aka George), the Hero Gargoyle



When I first met Hector, he was on the back porch of my granddaughter’s new house. Maya, my great granddaughter, was frightened by his eyes, so he had to go. I, however, felt drawn to him, and so I took him home with me.

As all 50 pounds of him was placed in my garden, I said, “Your name should be Hector.” 
“No, no ,no,” he pleaded. “Please, my name is George.”
“But, but,” I sputtered, “I just feel your name is...”
“Quiet!” He demanded in a loud whisper. “Can’t you see, I’m missing one wing and one ear?”
“Yes” I said, “I had noticed.”
“Well, how do you think that happened?”

And with that he began telling me his story. 

“I became at the beginning of eternity in a place beyond infinity. I was trained to be Guardian of the Stewards. I learned quickly and did my job well. Maybe too well. I accumulated a few enemies along the way in the form of fire breathing dragons.

“I was assigned to guard the home cave system of a long line of Earth Stewards. This lineage was very benevolent and always championed the populations of Earth. This did not go over very well with the dragons who wanted to enslave the Earth’s populations, and control all Earthly resources.

“A True Dragon, the most feared beast of Dominaria, began circling the area; checking out the fortifications...which consisted of me. I was much, much, much bigger then. This happened millennia ago.

“Diablo Respiración de Fuego Dragon (that was his name) started attacking the caves entrances, which meant he was also attacking me. It was my job to protect the caves and those who lived within them. It was a ferocious attack, lasting many earth years. In the course of wing and fang to claw combat, I lost one wing and an ear. But I battled on. One day I decided I had enough, and I starred Diablo down with such a fierce look, that I literally took all the fire from his breath. That’s why my eyes glow fiery red today.

“Diablo slinked off in disgrace. There were parades and feasts in my honor, but he had one more card to play. My name went at the top of the Most Wanted List of the Fire Breathing Dragon Consortium. I was no longer of any use to my assignment. I changed my name to George and went into obscurity. All of that caused my body to shrink down to the size you now observe. I’ve had to move around a lot, the last place where you found me...that back porch...where I was not wanted and, most importantly, unloved. I haven’t known love in so long...

Hector began sobbing softly; huge tears ran down his cheeks.

“Oh, Hector, I’m so sorry.”

“For the love of all that’s Galactic, don’t call me that! Do you want to bring the Consortium down on our heads? I’m in no shape to fight them!”

“George, I’m truly sorry. Look, I’m going to do some research on the Consortium, and I’ll get back to you. In the meantime, you just sit here enjoying the sunshine and your new home.”

It took a while, but I hit pay dirt and rushed back to give George/Hector the good news.

“George! Woo hooooo! Listen up!

“About a millennium ago, all the records in the Most Wanted Library burned. Nothing was left but fine ash. It seems that the Fire Breathing Pre-School was next door to the Library. One little whelp, just learning how to breath fire, under-estimated his new-found ability. He took in one deeeep inhalation of air, held it in his internal furnace, and, with a powerful Wooooooosh, let it rip. Right into the Library. All the Most Wanted records were right in front and they went up in flames. 

“As time went by, the old dragons started not remembering so well. They forgot to pass on vital information to the youngsters, and soon the Most Wanted list was forgotten. There is not one fire breathing dragon alive today that remembers what you did to Diablo! They don’t even remember that there was a dragon named Diablo! You’re free! HECTOR!”

“How can I ever thank you? If I wasn’t 50 pounds of solid stone, I’d jump up and down for joy! You can call me Hector, or anything else you want! I haven’t been this happy in literally Ages!” 

I set about decorating his new home by planting mums all around him. 

I swear he smiled.


Monday, September 9, 2019

After much trepidation and random button clicking I'M BACK on my blog spot! 

It has been a long time since my last post. I strongly believe Facebook brought an abrupt end to my posting. Once I had put it in a facebook post, what was let to say. My new plan is to post here at least once a month...maybe more if the occasion calls for it.

So...what have I been up to? Well, let me tell you, it has been mostly the East Windsor (CT) Historical Society. 

In 2016, I began researching three historic houses where I had lived in East Windsor, CT. It was not as simple as I thought. I soon realized I needed to research the history of these houses, not just my memories. And, so it began. I went from researching at Town Hall to visiting the Historical Society. I found all the information I needed. I also saw that the Historical Society needed volunteers to help with the work of accessioning all the items that had been donated over the years. 

One person could not possibly bring all that information up-to-date; and one person was trying to do just that. There were 3 x 5 index cards with the information, and more recently, there were proper donor forms. Lots to do. So I volunteered to help...and I haven't left. 😉

From there I became involved in other activities. Every August we put on an Ice Cream Social. The first one I got involved in, 2017, included the 100th Anniversary of the East Windsor Academy, the grand opening of the Osborn House, as well as the Ice Cream Social itself.

For more information on the Historical Society you can go to www.eastwindsorhistory.com.

So, that's where I've been and it looks like I'll be there for a good long time. Lots of work to be done, and, as so often happens, too few volunteers.

What else have I been up to? I bought a new bike this spring. The weather hasn't been the best for me to ride (I'm 83). Yesterday I finally had a beautiful day and no other plans, so I took a bike ride on the Windsor Locks/Suffield Canal. I will let the pictures speak for themselves. The important thing here, is that the canal has been terribly neglected by the owners. Yes, even though this is on the National Historic Register, its owners are neglectful. The canal was build by Irish immigrants from 1827 - 1829, and has been neglected since the new owners took charge. I called them out on my facebook page. I probably should make that posting PUBLIC. I will do that when I finish here. You can search facebook for Beverly Robidoux Titus, and you should be able to see my original posting there.

Here are the pictures I took. They are on facebook as well.

 This is what's left of the old Enfield dam

 The canal at the north end lock

 A low spot in the river where the rapids are
 The north end of Terry's (King's) Island

 The south end of the island

 A little graffiti under the railroad bridge

 And a little more on the other side

 This is what you do with left-over paint

 A piece of railroad machinery up on the trestle

 The canal crosses Stony Brook by an aqueduct.

 The south end of the trail

 The end of the trail closer to the Montgomery Building apartments

 Just one example of the condition of the path

 Does this look like what water in a canal on the National Historic Register should look like?

 Needs dredging. Badly silted. Has formed new land

 Debris along the canal banks. Below, more debris that will sit there until it rots.