Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #251

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #251

… The characters, about whom Carolyn Hanes writes about, are as deep as the Grand Canyon on that claimed her mother’s life…

grand canyon lookout by harold shull

Grand Canyon lookout by harold shull

Carolyn Hanes is the daughter of author, Emerson Hough, who had raised his child in New Mexico, the best way he could since losing wife and mother, Molly Hough in a hiking accident at the Grand Canyon in neighboring Arizona. The burrow that Molly was riding reared, after being bit by a rattlesnake. The back of her head strikes one of the chiseled rocks, granite, limestone, or shale, ending her life in 1905. Carolyn was 9 years old, and though she would lead a comfortable life, she never stopped searching for a replacement. Her father never remarried, she never found another mother. Instead, she found a form of love that would fill that void.

The characters, about whom Lyn had referred to earlier, are as deep as the Grand Canyon that claimed her mom.

Yes, those fictional beings in her earlier romance novels, more popular in Europe due to their sexually liberal content, are understandably passionate, always seeking relationship over logic. Now, as she is about to turn 40 years of age, perspective has set in. Constance Caraway, and yes, even Fanny Renwick, are examples of people who are secure with themselves, mirroring their creator.

  And serious about what she does; Constance Caraway is hot on a previously cold trail. Four years ago, her beloved Sara was witness to a murder, one that goes unsolved (or unpunished) to this day. By subtly probing the lives of the families suspected of containing felonious conspirators, she has developed the story of jealousy, racism and pretense.

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  “I can’t believe this crap,” blasts the overbearing patriarch of the hotel owning monopoly. “”I don’t care if we have to steal their land… those damn darkies aren’t going to keep me from making that deal!”

          “But, Father, remember that night in ‘31? I know you pretend it didn’t happen, but it did. If you mess with that family, suspicions will be raised about that old woman.” Could this be lingering guilt, coming from a once foolish youth? Once and still and little angry that a Negros’s house could be grander than theirs?

          “That was 15 years ago, son, and she was a useless busybody. You and the banker’s kid probably did those darkies a favor.”

          “Word has it that banker Lucas is the father of Doc Crandall’s 2nd bitch, Lucille. If he were to find out we killed her grandma, he wouldn’t loan us the time of day, let alone a ten story hotel. No one must ever know.”


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #239

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…Do you think I would risk being in Frenchtown if I had not been a witness?…

Witness by Huma Birgul

Witness by Huma Birgul

“She was here, Doctor Campbell, I swear she was!” Fenwick was on medication for a secondary bout of depression, but hallucination is a side-effect she has yet to experience.

“I really should believe you, but where is the body?”

Do you think I would risk being in Frenchtown if I had not been a witness?!” she pleads.

“Tell me; judging by how you’re dressed you do not have a reason to be here at all.” He was used to having his mother-in-law drift from home to home; helping the poor with what she could, sometimes disappearing for days at a time, mostly without letting him or Maggie know.

“She bought some fabric for your daughter’s dress, she comes in often.” Frustration sets in, running her fingers through her long dark hair. “I saw four – no five white men run from here. They must have seen me coming. And it seems they saw me leave and came back to rid the street of the body.

“I would have stayed, but I was afraid she would die, I mean she may even have been dead, but either way I had to get help.”

“Come with me, Miss______?”

“Fenwick.”

“Miss Fenwick, you don’t look like a madwoman, but I’m at a loss. I will have my driver take us to the police station and you can tell them your story.”

Cobblestone (olla)-001She has not stopped scouring the area for signs of her sanity, not realizing that by dragging her feet around, any chance that traces of blood will survive in the Florida dirt to see daylight is slim.

“No. I should get home. There is someone there who will be calling the police herself, if I don’t arrive soon.” Sara could use one of Carolyn’s patented embraces; long, soft, warm – comforting, made to order in trying times or just for the heck of it. “You can get a hold of me at Fenwick’s Fabriques, over on Tennessee Street.”

“Oh, yes, I believe we own the property next door; fine location. If my mother-in-law comes in, please call me.”

Not exactly what she wanted to hear. Sara opens her mouth to protest, then pursing her colored lips, realizing that right about now that she is terminally perplexed.

Carolyn Hanes’ hug is what she needs and will surely get. There is something about unconditional affection that frees and refreshes the soul.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #236

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #236

…In Herbert Love’s world there is only black and white; grays exist only in the clouds of a dreary day or the color of his favorite suit…

What can you say about Herbert Love? Certainly not enough can be put in earthly terms, whereby only God in his holy wisdom can fathom the depth of such a person as Herb. If it were only for his impact on a single family, the Campbells, or just A.O. for that matter, his time on this world was well spent.

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Love Dairies2-001But it goes well beyond helping to free a family from slavery, or giving the Tallahassee area a fine, fine physician. There is the legacy of his stint as Secretary of Agriculture. It has and always will be an example for those who have followed. He was a man of conviction, never once betraying his morals or beliefs.

In Herbert Love’s world there is only black and white; grays exist only in the clouds of a dreary day or the color of his favorite suit. There is right and there is wrong and very little in-between. You would be surprised how amazingly uncomplicated life is when you live within that reality. Straightforward, upright, just; three words that best describes the man who is sorely missed in the midst of his dear country’s most trying times.

Very the same can be said for his life’s partner, Phoebe. A wise man once said, ‘There is nothing on this Earth quite like a godly woman.’ And he could not have been more right. Her sweet quiet spirit touched everybody that knew her. Not high profile, just highly noble.

Christian thing to do-001And the humbly and freely shared her wisdom with the young women of greater Quincy, some going so far as to suggest that she found a school for young ladies. The advent of the emancipated woman, so-called flappers, empowered by the right to vote and Image result for r.i.p.generous exposure of the female knee, had really taken its toll on ladylike demeanor. Had she been younger, she would have welcomed that formidable challenge. Instead, a few lucky mothers were able to rest easy, secure in the knowledge that their girls rubbed elbows with the very best. That is why perhaps the finest acting performance of all time is her portrayal of Cinderella’s wicked step-mother, otherwise trivializing a glorious septuagenarian tenure.

The Loves were special people. Neither did one dwell without the other, happily consorted, having reaped their bountiful harvest and going on to the greater reward in the Heavenly Kingdom. The world of 1935 is a poorer place without them.

Black and White” is a song written in 1954 by David I. Arkin and Earl Robinson. The most successful recording of the song was the pop version by Three Dog Night in 1972, when it reached number one on the Billboard Hot 100 chart.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #235

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

From the Ashes

          …Fifteen years. 5475 days. A lot can happen in that span of time and it has. In present day 1935, lives have changed…

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  Judith Eastman, for one, has lost both her husband and brother in the same year, of the same disease. At age 72 she has lived a rich and fulfilling life, but do not think for a moment that that matters now. She would gladly trade all that personal gratification for the companionship she now is lacking.

 The Great Depression took its toll on everyone, even those like the Pearson-Eastman’s who were financially immune to bankruptcy.

George Eastman, a man of much wealth and benevolence, lived his last years with a broken heart, so did he mourn for the ruined majority around him. During the Roaring Twenties he gave away more than $70 million to his favorite educational institutions. How was he to know, that would only be enough money to help the worse-off of the worse? He did what he could, right up until his 78 year old heart did truly break.

Harv Pearson had to see all those crushed spirits and forlorn faces twice. Having to see them in person, day after day, is difficult enough. Inserting Judith’s pictures of some of those very same into their magazine, would break his heart as well. He had survived a hurricane, dodged submarines and bullets, but could not, in the end, defeat a human condition in despair.

The Pearson-Eastman Journal, whose gripping photographs and human-interest stories became a monthly fixture in a million American households in 1901, will have life as long as Judith Eastman draws a breath.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #233

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…after fifteen afternoon and evening performances of the play, A Kiss For Cinderella, fate intervenes when laryngitis strikes the title character, meaning Abigail Ferrell is pressed into action…

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At the same time, bad things happen to good people. Take Cinderella, for instance. What did she do that was so wrong? Her mother died and her father, the baron, marries a social climbing hag with two insecure and demanding daughters. Is it her fault that her father spinelessly ignores the fact his own daughter is dominated and subjugated, left to obey the whims of virtual strangers? Of course it isn’t, but C.S. Evan’s story is a fairy tale, improbable in its cruelty and enchanting in its ending.

And after fifteen afternoon and evening performances of the play, A Kiss For Cinderella, fate intervenes when laryngitis strikes the title character, meaning Abigail Ferrell is pressed into action; poised to ride in a pumpkin carriage, with a 12 o’clock midnight curfew. She has been waiting in the wings low these twenty days, watching Barrie’s actors work at their craft, memorizing all their moves and lines for just an occasion as this.

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Abigail Ferrell-Ferrell

“You will do just fine, lassie,” Barrie assures, who secretly had hoped she would get the opportunity to get more than the one scheduled understudy performance onstage. He has come to know his late cousin’s daughter/daughter-in-law well, taken with her charming demeanor and graceful abidance — in a fatherly way, with an eye to missing her help when he returns to Scotland. There is an inexplicable bonding of people of the theater, perhaps due in part of doing the same thing night after night, from the first performance to the last, with small differences known only to those onstage and behind the scenes. “I can see how beautiful you are going to be in Cinderella’s gown! You and Matthew will make a charming couple, absolutely brightening the stage.”

“Thank you for the kind words Sir James, but it is only make-believe… imagine me playing the part of a girl in her teens.”

That last line is heard in passing by Agnes Ferrell, who is looking forward to abusing Abbey, as is her right as cruel step-sister, Euphronia. “Scrub the floors, get water from the well, feed the chickens, and press my green jersey dress,” she orders in a mocking tone. Her resentment of Abbey has faded over the years, coinciding with a more reasonable aligning of her love for her brother, likely tempered by the ongoing courtship of her by Gadsden County Sheriff Cyril Odz.

“Why do you hate me so, Euphronia? I work my fingers to the bone, wear your tattered hand-me-downs and you still treat me so much dirt beneath your feet.”

Abbey’s ad-lib to Agnes’ exaggerated ordering does not go unnoticed. “That is not one of your lines, Abigail, but I do believe it would be a good addition. I will find the right spot for it before the next performance,” states the producer/director/playwright, who is always open to spontaneity, fully aware that certain of the audience are repeat patrons and they enjoy subtle changes in the script.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #226

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #226

… Hosea brags of his ill-gotten gains and tales of outfoxing all manner of authority, none of which A.O is to tell their mother…

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“Well, things turned out anyways, dint they.” You could say so, in a perverse way. “I’m goin’ to give you the gran’ tour – we’ll do the town right!” If anyone knows all the nooks and crannies, surely Hosea Campbell does, and what he doesn’t know, Flo does. What a trio they make, Hosey with his flashy duds and big floppy hat, Flo wrapped in a short white mink coat (and who knows what, if anything, underneath), and A.O. in yet another dapper three piece suit, replete with pocket watch and fob; promenading down the Boardwalk like they own it.

And they nearly do, which is a shame, for a shot of warm air has blown in from the south and thousands of New Yorkers are wasting their weekend in their dingy houses and crowded streets; 60 degrees and sunny, when it was freezing the day before. It is perfect weather for strolling down the forty-some foot wide wooden path, even enjoying lunch on a patioed cafe.

Board3        After a time, A.O. actually finds out that Flo is a real person, perhaps because she away from her workplace, out and doing normal things. The one question he wants to ask her the most: how she got hooked up, so-to-speak, with his audacious brother, will go unanswered. Instead, he hears of a troubled childhood, a failed marriage, and what size brassiere she wears.

Hosea brags of his ill-gotten gains and tales of outfoxing all manner of authority, none of which A.O is to tell their mother. ‘He is a businessman of some success,’ will be his half-told truth.

    “Where your bags at? I’d luv ta have you stay here tonite,” Hosey urges, after they complete a pleasantly pleasant day.

“They’re back at my room.” Well not his room.

“Say, we could all go there and play some cards, you know, part with some of that doctorin’ money.”

“Oh no… I have to get up early, takin’ the first train south you know.” If it is up to him, no one will ever find out about his soon-to-be two evenings with Camille. “It would be nice if you came to Tallahassee for a visit. The folks would be joyed to see you.”

“Just might do that, Alfrey. Have a good trip back.” The three embrace warmly.

“You sure we can’t make a night of it?” asks the third. The doctor doffs his chapeau.

Memories of New Jersey will abide in the doctor always; careless whispers echoing in the recesses of his mind.


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Fralingers Saltwater Taffy Store on Atlantic City Boardwalk

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #221

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #221

…But his brother told him to try Melrose Ave. and he will, even though this stretch of street looks a little seedy; unlike any resort the doctor had ever seen…

Atlantic City Boardwalk by Ira Shander

But three days at university is enough and since he was in the general neighborhood, A.O. had suggested, sort of invited himself, to visit his older brother, Hosea in Atlantic City. “My place ain’t much to look at, Alfrey, saw the picture of your digs, not bad.”

“That doesn’t matter, Hosey, I told mama that I’d see you. It would make her feel better. She blames herself for you runnin’ off to Jersey.” Amanda Campbell will die without having seen her 38 year old son again.

“Okay, Alfrey, I live on Melrose Avenue, ask anyone fo me, they knows where I’m at.”

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That conversation took place the month before, when A.O. first found out that he would be going to Boston. It is a leap of faith for the doctor, who had the nagging feeling that his generally irresponsible sibling might forget the day of his arrival. But perhaps he will be pleasantly surprised.

Upon arriving at the resort town, he takes a cab to Melrose Avenue. For Atlantic City, a wildly popular summer destination for New Yorkers and Philadelphians, the streets are mostly deserted. If he would venture out to the ocean, he would have the Boardwalk to himself. But Hosea told him to try Melrose and he will, even though this stretch of street looks a little seedy; unlike any resort he had ever seen.

And of course A.O. is impeccably attired, rarely seen without a freshly pressed 3-piece suit, so he sticks out like a sore thumb. Most of the people he passes stare at him, not used to seeing a Negro so natty, with the possible exception of the ostentatious Hosea.

Of those people, some of the female varieties are scantily clad, never mind the chill, with a fetching look on their face, not a stare. He chooses the most proper “lady”, which would be like being the world’s tallest midget, asking, “Could you tell me where I could find Hosey Campbell?”

“Who’s asking, Cutie?” she answers while unfastening yet another button on her glittery blouse.

“My name is Alpha Omega Campbell, Hosea’s brother.” He tries not to stare at the woman’s ample breasts, fearing God would put one or more of his eyes out.

 “I work for Hosey, Alpha honey… and you can have one on the house.”

“What house?” Ignorant and innocent, A.O. should know better. When he goes into Frenchtown down home, less elegant ladies of the evening do exist. It is the oldest profession after all.

What else does he think they are doing on street corners?

“My house, my bedroom, are over there in that hotel.” She points to a three story structure with a crooked neon light, half lit, reading, Melrose Arms.


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