Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #54

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #54

…The colors red and green dominate store windows and fronts; Father Christmas and Saint Nicholas and Santa Claus…

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If you wake up one day in the month of December and you happen to be in Tallahassee, Macy's-001Florida, you may find yourself rubbing your eyes in disbelief. If you did not know better, you would swear you were in New York, on Fifth Avenue, possibly across the street from Macy’s Department Store, for all the pre-holiday magic on display.

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Lamp poles sprout evergreen branches. The colors red and green dominate store windows and fronts. Father Christmas and Saint Nicholas and Santa Claus are the prominent figures, with angels and elves and reindeer and Mrs. Claus sprinkled in for supporting cast. The tangible visions of ice and snow are out of place, soap shavings and white sand used as stand-ins for real snowflakes whose existence in the sub-tropics is fleeting or confined to Herb Love’s cold storage warehouse.

Ferrell's Grocery-001It is this holiday, that celebrates the birth of Jesus Christ, the Savior of the world, which brings the Ferrells to the business district for their annual nighttime stroll, meant to renew their spirit of the season.

This has been a good year in many ways. Ferrell’s Grocery helps feed the capital city, which in turn supports the Ferrells in high style. High styling translates into a large family purchase, being brainstormed on this evening walk.

The spirit of the day is goodness, close and loving. The Ferrell’s are growing into that kind of unit, seemingly maturing in unison.

Goodness is Abigail Smythwick. Her presence at Hillside Estate has put each of them at their best behavior from the very first day. The fragility of her traumatic circumstances took the edge off of every possible crisis, especially in the beginning. As Abigail improved, her princess-like demeanor becomes a contagious influence and thereby a genuine part of the family.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #36

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #36

…The orchestra is playing “The Band Played On”, Master Mister Smythwick…

The curious collection of Southerners continues to mingle.

But just when the hooch is taken off the front burner, on hops the inimitable Jefferson Smythwick. “I hear tell that your son is courting my daughter, Ferrell. Are his intentions to ask her hand in marriage?” jaw dropping

Surely in these modern times, the contemporary world has passed the poor man by. His direct line of questioning, amidst a crowd of mixed company, surprises some, confounding the rest.

“We have had the privilege of meeting your charming daughter this very night, Mister Smythwick and I must say that our son James is quite taken by her charms. Marriage however, is not a logical option at this time.” John speaks for his drop-jawed spouse.

“Perchance I am not expressing myself properly.” He clears his throat and mind. “Marriage may be jumping the gun, but questioning his intentions in advance is not.”

“James aspires to be a lawyer,” Martha explains, “and additional family obligations would interfere with them.”        

“I know he wants to be one of those shyster lawyers. I just want to know that my Abigail will be taken care of if’n she turns up lookin’ like a rain barrel.”

All this acumen sprouts from one goblet of Grandma’s punch… with oodles of tact to boot.

There may as well been a skunk loose in the ballroom, for all the polite exits to points elsewhere.

“The orchestra is playing “The Band Played On”, Master Mister Smythwick,” a Freudian-slip before its time, “it is our prompt to begin the drawing for the name of the grand prize winner.” John is ad-libbing his way out of an uncomfortable occurrence. “We will see you later, perhaps to award you with that holiday in Puerto Rico,” a Spanish held island with more strife than you can cut with a knife.

The old man scuffles off saying, “Why would I go where there are more savages than on my plantation.”

To be in the same room, let alone within five feet of Jefferson Smythwick is first degree torture for the Loves. It is not hatred of the man, as it is severe distaste for what he stands for.

“I find that man more repulsive every time I have to see him!” Harsh words from Phoebe Love, a Godly woman with a good and quiet spirit.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #35

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #35

 The Boston Pops is playing the Summer Cotillion, an eleven year old offshoot of the Boston Symphony, renowned for their diverse repertoire…

Perhaps the most foresight is used in the choice of music for the highbrow occasion. Early opinion is running unanimously boffo, irrespective of age or gender.

 The Boston Pops is an eleven year old offshoot of the Boston Symphony, renowned for their repertoires, of everything from popular songs such as, “A Hot Time in the Old Town” and, “When the Saints Come Marching In”. Partygoers can waltz in 3/4 time to Strauss the Elder or croon: ‘and you look so sweet on the seat of a bicycle built for two’. They are here in Florida to entertain town folk.

One of the late arrivers to the festivities are Herbert Love and his wife, Phoebe. They are most known for their philanthropy, not the socialite scene, but in this case, their presence is necessary nonetheless.

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“Why I do declare, are you not, Mayor Quincy from Love County?” inquires a misguided resident of the planet Florida, whose navigation is clouded by the early influence of Grandma Ferrell’s spiked punch.

“Yes I am,” he confirms. The woman just happens to scramble the particulars inside out.

Martha and John happen to see the Loves make their appearance, with its inauspicious beginning and act to rescue them from further embarrassment.

Love Dairies2-001“Please excuse us, Miss Millie. Mayor Love needs to sign the guestbook.”

“Don’t you mean Mayor Quincy…?”

They whisk the Loves away. Mission accomplished.

“Many thanks, John, Martha. But, I hope you have a tamer variety of punch.”

“Oh my, yes,” assures Martha, whose intention was not to turn the Cotillion into a saloon free-for-all.

“That milk-in-bottles is selling like hot cakes, Herbert. In fact, we would like to raise our order by full case at each store each delivery,” requests John, representing Ferrell Groceries three markets, intending to carefully change the subject.

“I told you that as soon as we could keep it cold enough, milk would be available for purchase at stores.” It is plain to the most casual observer that these two excellent businessmen are on the same page. Integrity and innovation are words that come to mind.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #32

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #32

…Remember Sara and Abram of the Bible, rumor has it that she came late John – she is only fifteen…

The Tallahassee Junior Women’s Club Summer Cotillion is this very night.

“Abigail Smythwick is going to be there.” Agnes knows the reason for her brother’s sudden cooperation. She is the daughter of Jefferson Smythwick, born in his sixth decade to the silence of her mother’s still heart.

“I almost forgot that we sent invitations to Midway and Quincy. They are not as refined as we are, you know, though Abigail’s daddy owns much land thereabouts,” Martha offers what she knows. “Is she pretty, how old is she, does she have any manners?”

“Yes in her own quaint way, fifteen I believe and I hope so, though she did not have a mother to help her.” Daughter fills in the blanks.

John Ferrell adjusts his new bow tie, as he walks by.

Fort Sumter3-001“John, sugar, do you know a Mister Smythwick from Midway?”

“Why do you ask?” he asks – a wondering.

“It seems that your son James has a fancy for the Smythwick girl. She will be at the cotillion this night and I do not want to appear ignorant of our neighbors to the west,” like it was a world away instead of 15 miles.

“Fort Sumter South, wealthy, quite old, I thought… his daughter would be forty. Has James taken a fancy for women the age of his mother?”

“Remember Sara and Abram of the Bible? Rumor has it that she came late John, she is only fifteen!”

He prefers to keep what he really knows about the man to himself. Why upset Martha by raising the still broiling subject of slavery. Her lectures, planned or spontaneous, about the difference between slaves and servants are legendary. They can wear a person out.

“Oh, I see. You mean like Mother Nature’s joke on a woman who has assumed her child Continuedbearing years are decades behind her?”

“That is a cruel way to put it,” she admonishes, “especially since her mother died giving birth.”

“That is too bad, I’m afraid,” John says, snatching his watch fob from out his vest pocket. “Say, we best be going, that’s if you want to set the tables before everyone arrives.”


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #11

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #11

  …We are here to raise a wonderful woman, wife, mother and human being to meet and be with our Lord and Savior…

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Attending Maggie Lou’s casket are six pallbearers and as well as members of the Strong and Jones Funeral Home, who try to blend in with the proceedings; innocently sticking out with businesslike insincerity, professional mourners, if you will.

Pastor Johnson, on the other hand, could not be more sincere, as if it were his blood sister, instead of sister in Christ, laying still and cold in front of him. He summons the word of God and the courage of David, to properly honor her memory.

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A.O. & Maggie Lou

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered this day, a woefully sad day indeed, to raise a wonderful woman, wife, mother and human being to meet and be with our Lord and Savior, who sits at the right hand of God Who reigns in heaven, until the day he comes to judge the living and the dead; the day we believers anxiously await. Our dear Maggie Lou has the privilege to experience this first hand. She is surely a blessed addition to a heaven filled with cherubim and seraphim.”

“Amen, sweet Jesus!” shouts one amongst the many. Pastor Johnson glorifies the Lord most effectively, if not exceedingly.

“A man and Amen to the maker and taker, Father to all, lover of man, Wonderful Counselor!!!” Hands lifted to the heavens, hearts on fire, soaring past cathedral roof and the autumn clouds above.

Pastor adjusts the vest of his three piece suit, runs his hands through his totally gray hair, and corrects his wire rimmed glasses, thereby composing himself as best he can for the rest of the service. It is a memorial observance for the ages.

And even though there are few dry eyes, (the exception displayed mainly by those who attend because of obligation, guilt, or just to be seen) the sincere majority is left with a genuine sense of comfort, verily unsurpassed joy. The past hour has been pure revelation, as they usher Maggie to the steps of Heaven’s Gate.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #10

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #10

…the good reverend Pastor Bill Johnson gazing down at his assembling flock and guests, from the top stair of his church entrance…

Faith Resurrection Baptist Church

A solemn motorcade has assembled in front of Faith Resurrection Baptist Church. Directly behind the funeral director, is the same extended-body black Lincoln that whisked A.O. Campbell to his temporary freedom. Trailing behind, in a considerable line, are those less mobile, nevertheless devoted admirers of what Maggie Lou and her surviving husband mean to the community. As he suffered at Starke, in silence, in disgrace, they were out of sight, out of mind.

Without Doc Campbell in the socially lagging Frenchtown neighborhood, they suffer of body. Without Maggie, they are down one friend. Despite the incalculable disparity in the lifestyle the Campbells have enjoyed and that of, say Lilly Chevis, it can never be said of Maggie, ‘That woman is so uppity, livin’ in that huge house and all. And can you imagine havin’ black servants? How nervy can you get?’ Yes, Lilly Chevis helped out at Laura Bell Memorial Hospital, a two story edifice named after Maggie’s mother, their shared kinship is the byproduct of most relationships that include the Campbell’s by habit. Holidays, birthdays, baby dedications, church socials, graduations and sadly, funerals are shared experiences of the community family; each occasion warm and full to the brim.

The Campbell world, the one not fully revealed to Lilly: the university functions, cotillions, fund raising dinners for the politically given and all black ties affairs.

Yet today, none of these detract from the deep sense of neighborhood.

Consider all of the above. These are what bring a throng of mourners to Faith Resurrection B.C.E., the good reverend Pastor Bill Johnson gazing down at his assembling flock and guests, from the top stair of his church entrance. Neither he nor any of his parishioners can recall this house of God’s capacity being so threatened. Although the Sunday after the Tallahassee soldiers arrived back from World War II was greatly packed with grateful souls.

Ushers Harwood, husband to former Campbell nurse, Lettie Golden and Dr. V.L. Perry, the president of Florida A&M, make the most of “Faith’s” interior, including the little used balcony. For this service, there are extra honoring voices behind the pulpit, which is right behind the flower covered casket.


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 232

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 232

…Dressed in clean, shining linen, with golden sashes around their chests, the three Angels of God spread their wings…

Communion has been distributed among the eager faithful (and those new this Jesus thing).

Suddenly and without notice the stadium turns pitch black. Just as Graham is about to raise his arms skyward, lifting the bread and wine that represents the body and blood of Jesus Christ, the fleeting daylight is not enough for anyone to see their hand in front of their face. The crusade crowd is at first silent, then building to a dull roar. Despite the frightening happenings, there is no panic.

This seemingly theatrical move was not in the script. Young Goldwyn likes theatrics, just do not mess with his lighting, “Do we still have our network link?” His cameras are rolling, despite the apparent lack of power.

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There are three iridescent figures standing (or floating), one each at the end of the right and left field upper grandstands and one behind home plate, at the same level about 50 feet in the air.

If there weren’t such confusion, someone other than Billy Graham may have identified the figures as real Heavenly Hosts, instead of ghostly spirits.

Dressed in clean, shining linen, with golden sashes around their chests, the three Angels of God spread the wings on their arms and the wings on their feet, outward nearly touching at the epicenter of the gathering. Together, in unison they shout in glorious voice: “Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord of Hosts.”

At this point of Earth’s geography and specific moment in the Year of Our Lord 1951, the masses fall deaf and dumb, unable to hear or see.

Voice of God

*MICHAEL *, *RAPHAEL*, and *GABRIEL* are bathed in the white light of The Almighty. The strong voice of God bellows down in transforming greatness: “Rest easy my Children.”

And rest they do…

Continued


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