This is the thirty-seventh part of a fiction serial, in 747 words.
I fooled myself that something would come of it with Velma. We still dated when she came home to Rochester, but I doubt she ever loved me in the same way that I thought about her. For me, she was everything, all I wanted. For her, I was just a habit, someone safe to rely upon.
Although we were mainly interested in local news, ther was a lot going on outside of America to write about. In thirty-five, Italy invaded Abyssinia. I had to use a map to explain to the readers where that was, and some of the staff writers wondered why I would even bother to tell the readers about it. I had to remind them that we had a lot of people in America with Italian relatives, and they would surely be interested.
The following year, the King of England died, and there was the Olympic Games in Germany. Jesse Owens won four gold medals, which showed those Nazis something. At the same time, there was a civil war going on in Spain, so I made sure to cover that too. George Tillman was my deputy, and he was sure all my foreign news was going to kill the paper stone dead. He sat in my office chewing an unlit cigar, holding his head. “Julian, you gotta realise our readers don’t want to read this stuff. They like to read about what’s going on in New York State. Most don’t even care what happens in Chicago, for Christ’s sake!”
But I stuck to my guns, and kept the world news on the front page.
Something else happened at the end of thirty-six. My father died. He was in hospital for tests, and got worse. I got the call at home, and drove in to see him just before the end. All he did was nod and smile. But he held my hand, something he had never done before. I was twenty-eight, and pretty much alone in the world.
The house was too big for me, but I couldn’t bear to part with it. I advertised for a new housekeeper to live in, and took on the second one I interviewed. Mrs Margaret Johannson was a widow in her late forties, and had good references from a lady in Syracuse. Her previous employer had recently died, and she had been living in a cheap hotel for a few weeks after losing her room as well as her job. I arranged for her things to be sent up from Syracuse, and she started the following week. Velma acted surprised when I told her over the phone, and for a brief moment, I wondered if my part-time girlfriend might be a teeny bit jealous.
But there was no need. Margaret treated me like the son she had never had, and employing her was one of the better decisions I made in my life.
It appeared to me that the world outside America was going crazy. The fascists were winning in Spain, and Japan had invaded China. They even attacked one of our gunboats on the Yangtse River, causing a lot of bad feeling against Japanese-Americans. And my determination to keep world news at the forefront was proving to be a good plan. George had to reluctantly admit that sales and subscriptions were at an all-time high. Seemed like the good people of Rochester were interested in the outside world after all.
After Austria was taken over by Germany, Jewish refugees stared to arrive in east coast ports in large numbers. Not long after I wrote an editorial about that, FDR issued an order that we could take no more, and Britain did the same thing. Then Hitler invaded part of Czechoslovakia, and I started to get a real bad feeling about Germany’s ambitions. One of our biggest advertisers was a company with a German name, even though the owner was as American as me. I spoke to him over the phone and sugested he might think about changing that, but he just laughed.
Then came thirty-nine, and we all know what happened that year. Franco won the civil war in Spain, adding another dictatorship to Europe. Germany made a move on Poland, over the city of Danzig, and things got real serious in Europe. Then in September, Germany invaded Poland, and Britain and France declared war on Germany.
That was one of the biggest headlines of my career.
But there were bigger ones to come.
After reading comments and going back a post I get what your plan is…sort of…A great history lesson x
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The story really started in 1957, because of the photograph. I just had to work it back 104 years from there. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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And very ably you have done so…its turned out rather well. Pete …Most enjoyable xx
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Its a great history lesson too. Thank you, Pete!
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This story covered a turbulent time in the world, Michael.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thats true. Looking back, and forgetting not the actual situation, we at least had 80 years without great impacts. Now it seems, we got it back, in a more modern way. ;-( Best wishes,Michael
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Love the history and how the story is going. I know you’ll bring Phin back in. But surely he must have died long ago.
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All is revealed, Jennie. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Hooray! Best to you, Pete.
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Thinking back on how the story began, a great job turning from “local” to “global”!
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Thanks, John. In my head, it all started in 1957. (From the date on the photo.) I just had to work it back from there in a ‘circle’.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I was wondering about locations and hit google maps to answer my question; America is big 🙂
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Yes it is. It’s even a long way from Topeka to Wichita. Google Maps is my friend when researching these stories, Eddy.
Cheers, Pete.
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I’m going to have to bail, Pete. I kept up all along, but the time jump combined with all of the other things I’ve got going on in the next week will make it hard to follow. Maybe I’ll catch up when you publish the whole thing.
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That’s okay, Pete. Sorry if the time jump spoiled it for you, and many thanks for sticking with it for so long.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Didn’t spoil it at all. I admire writers who aren’t afraid to take a chance to try something new. We drove a long way today. We haven’t seen our son since February (he lives 1200 miles away), but we’re gathering with a small family group of six. We all took the Covid test before leaving, and thankfully all tested negative. Fingers crossed for sure.
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Thanks, Pete. I hope you have a great family celebration.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Well, I’ve finally caught up, Pete – though reading 35 and 36 in the wrong order confused me a lot but I went back and apart from wondering about the big time jump (which I accept will be made clear to us) I’m sorted. I’m enjoying the more modern parts – though, like most of your readers, am wondering about Phin.
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It (the time jump) was always going to happen, Mary. The serial is based on the photo, which has a date on it. And Phin will reappear soon, I promise. 🙂
(But reading in the wrong order is not recommended. 🙂 )
I hope you are doing okay after Edinburgh. x
Best wishes, Pete.
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(1) Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio tried to keep Ed Harris’s mind grounded while he descended into the depths of Abyssinia to face the winged aliens. She was of Italian descent, but only her voice invaded the depths to express her happy relief when Ed contacted her and said reassuringly, “Abyssinia soon!”
(2) Jessie Fuller won four gold medals, which showed the folks around Wichita that even a one-legged man could excel at sprints and long jump.
(3) “At the same time, there was a civil war going on in Spain.”
Pablo: ÂżPuedo apretar el gatillo?
Enrique: SĂ, amigo, usted puede hacerlo. Tiene una pistola muy simpática. ¡Por lo tanto, morirĂ© feliz!
(4) Julian stuck to his guns, and kept the world news on the front page. They say the pen is mightier than the sword. Julian obviously felt that guns were mightier than the printed press. Nevertheless, he hedged his bets by continuing to publish the newspaper.
(5) Margaret Johannson was a widow in her late forties. She was not to be confused with Scarlett Johansson, a Black Widow in her thirties.
(6) Bad citation: “Velma acted surprised when I told her over the phone that I’d met, and then hired, a lady staying at a cheap hotel. I didn’t tell Velma how long the late night interview lasted.”
(7) Julian helped with the war effort. Every time he approached his Mercedes-Benz 770 Grosser Offener Tourenwagen, he would shout, “Geh zur Hölle!’ And then he would kick a fender before getting behind the wheel. Furthermore, back home, he would scold his German Shepherd whenever he passed gas…
(8) Fiddlin’ Doc Roberts issued an order that he could take no more big city noise, but the mayor of Chicago ignored it. So FDR moved back to Kentucky.
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I really enjoyed that The Abyss/Abyssinia film reference, David. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Keeping us on our toes with this style! I am really liking it-love all the history I learn from your series too. Obviously a lot of research on your part.
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A mix of previous historical knowledge, and some research into Wichita and the ‘old west’, Michele. The change of perspective will become clear later.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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Am I right in thinking Phin is dead by now? We jumped so fast!
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No, he’s not dead. We are getting back to Phin soon. All will be revealed in time.
Bear with me, FR. 🙂
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Of course, just making sure I hadn’t missed anything 🙂
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No you didn’t miss anything. The ‘big jump’ was deliberate. Look at the photo again, that’s what prompted the serial in the first place. It is coming ‘back from the future’. 🙂
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Phil’s still alive? I can’t wait to see how this all comes together!👏🏻
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It will all be explained, Kim. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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