Trees have deep roots

digging a root cellar

The cellar, Jackson sighed as he descended moldy steps.  Having worked from attic to cellar, Jackson had just eaten a copious number of brownies Grammy forced on him.  Oh, Jackie!  What an industrial (industrious) little boy you are!  Have another brownie…

After a pot of black coffee and a belly full of brownies, Jackson was galvanized to tackle the dank cellar. The first few boxes were with junk.  Then the third box yielded treasure.

An old camera from long ago era, 1870s maybe Civil War? Riveted by the tin-type photos carefully labeled with names, Jackson could pick out physical resemblances in his own generation.

Jackson froze when one branch of the family turned and headed to hidden family names, absent from family conversations.  One of the great-great-grandfathers was Amos Lee, a black soldier and his black wife, Martha Lee held a child on her lap…Jackson Lee. 

It was a page turner.  Tin and glass plates led to Seneca tribes in New York and then onto Oneida tribes, some twigs went to the Lakota tribes in the West. 

Well, that’s a hell of a thing…Jackson smiled.   Trees have to have deep roots.

This is a Wed. Words challenge for all bloggers. These were started by Delores who created this as a genre for all to grab.

This one is from 2011? I think. Have you ever been in a root cellar?  We had one, 100 years old.  It wasn't all that secure.

Trees Have Deep Roots

 

The cellar, Jackson sighed as he descended moldy steps. Having worked from attic to cellar, Jackson had just eaten a copious number of brownies Grammy forced on him. Oh, Jackie! What an industrious little boy you are! Have another brownie…

After a pot of black coffee and a belly full of brownies, Jackson was galvanized to tackle the dank cellar. The first few boxes were with junk. Then the third box yielded treasure.

An old camera from long ago era, 1870s maybe Civil War? Riveted by the tin-type photos carefully labeled with names, Jackson could pick out physical resemblances in his own generation.

Jackson froze when one branch of the family turned and headed to here-to-fore hidden family names, absent from family conversations. One of the great-great-grandfathers was Amos Lee, a black soldier; his black wife, Martha Lee held a child on her lap…Jackson Lee.

It was a page turner. Tin-types led to Seneca tribes in New York and then onto Oneida tribes, over to Lakota.

Well, that’s a hell of a thing…Jackson smiled. Trees must have deep roots.

This is a Wednesday Word post, words chosen by Delores back in November 2014. Always fun to play and toss around, writing whatever comes to mind. 

For any who haven't  experienced  wandering down into a cellar, you must try it sometime.

Wednesday Words: Jane and Blanche

Blanche was known as the crafty one of the family.  Knitting, sewing, crafting, even darning—whatever needed a hot-glue gun and a mind-full of ideas, Blanche created masterpieces.

Her twin sister Jane hated Blanche with a passion that cramped and boiled inside her.  Blanche ignored the raging anger consuming Jane.

After watching the suspense-filled movie “Whatever happened to Baby Jane”, Jane shoved Blanche down into the cellar filled with empty mason jars and spiders.  "Oh, Blanche.  You know we have rats in the cellar?" Jane whispered as the cellar door slammed shut.

This vignette is obviously not in the movie, but I thought it would use the Wednesday words supplied by Delores@myfeatherednest .  Thanks, Delores, for providing challenging words with which to play!!

Bette Davis and Joan Crawford--source