Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #120

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #120

Chapter Seven

END CAREER BEGINNING

…What a relief it is to make it to 1901, the Twentieth Century at last…

What a relief it is to make it to 1901, the Twentieth Century at last. Progress is formally measured and affirmed by the lowness of the last two numbers of the years tracked since the death on a cross by the Savior of the world, Jesus Christ. Just as HE died to save the lost, so does this New Year rescue, in spirit, the United States from the scars of Civil War, deadly disease, horrible storms. Things cannot get worse, right?

The young seem to have the best chance of making the best of their world. For James Ferrell and bride Abigail, the last 12 months provides them with 1 year of marriage and the 2nd year of studies at Harvard University; on what will seem like the eternal road to lawyer-dom. Ergo, 360-some days of married living in an unaccustomed small living space in Cambridge Massachusetts, with not enough money and not enough time together.

“Won’t it be wonderful to see Mother and Father, dear?” offers Abigail in one of those rare shared moments when James does not have class and she is not working in the school library.

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“Summer school really threw our plans for a loop, Abbey. But we could not afford to traipse around Europe like Mom, Dad & Agnes are. That’s more Agnes’ style, though she may regret going after she sees the shape the groceries stores are in.”

By his talk, one can see the focus the 21 year old has. Travel is not an option.

And no sooner than his and Abbey’s shared parents return from the old continent across the Atlantic, they now journey northward to Buffalo, New York on the 12:10 Crescent Limited. It is there they will meet James and Abbey at the Pan-American Exposition.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #93

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #93

…The wedding of James and Abigail is one of the regions’ grander events and caps-off a summer of millennial nuptials…

Today is a good day to begin anew, a red letter day, making promises that you are expected to keep, be it to yourself or another.

Poor Abigail, if only she could be a fly on the wall or perhaps a tree. She may be more adamant about her betrothed stated devotion in the ceremony to come. She is about to become an innocent pawn in an ongoing game she does not know how to play.

Enough of the ignoble details. Nobody here would be interested… well, maybe they would, but for the purposes of propriety, ignorance is the watchword.

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Reverend Watkins, a Negro preacher of some renown, brings the festivities to order by announcing, “This is a day that the Lord our God has ordained. We gather here, on this wonderful day, to join James and Abigail and Abigail to James, completing a union that is rooted from the first man and woman. But unlike Adam and Eve, the Mother and Father of us all, these young people will not taste of the forbidden fruit. They will treasure each other, like God treasures his creation.”

The reference to the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil is the marker that set the liturgy in motion. James takes his place at the altar, watching the three sets of attendants, followed directly by his father. The congregation of accomplices is topped off by the most radiant bride anyone will ever see.20th Century-001

One and all are turned around in their chairs to watch the bride, craning to view and review. This is one of the regions’ grander events and caps-off a summer of new-millennial nuptials, reducing the others to insignificance,

Phoebe Love is one of those interested onlookers,  seated alongside the Campbells. The Quincy mayor’s wife has not seen a single wedding this year. Neither have these elite attendees seen a Negro family, headed by Willy and Amanda, shoulder to shoulder with them—

NOT in the rear of the back.

The Wilson’s and Lewis’ accept this social integration, however grudgingly, ever so slightly squirming in their judgment chairs. It is hard to completely shed a century of prejudice, though they will keep wearing their game face.

Ironically, there is not a man or woman more genuinely happy to be there than Willy Campbell. He has watched the bride grow up, all the way from the tragic death of her mother at birth, up to the morning after the night of infamy, when they learned of her father’s unkind demise.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #79

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #79

Chapter Five

HORIZONS

… Random occurrences have a way of effecting change, regardless of what day the calendar reads or the hands of the clock point to…

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Those who have predicted the end of the world were wrong. Numerous millenarians were convinced that the coming year of 1900 would signal the end of the world, as we know it and the beginning of the millennial kingdom, foretold in the Bible, as prophesied in Revelation. Extremist go so far as to sell or abandon (temporarily it seems) possessions, withdraw to mountain tops (to be closer to God), or dress completely in white (so Jesus would recognize them we he returns).

There as many interpretations of the Book of Revelation as there are organized religions, but there one sure thing; no adult hopeful of seeing Christ will be around for the next millennium opportunity at the year 2000.

Then again, what is all the fuss? 1900 is not the year that begins the Twentieth Century. For reasons few understand, 1 January 1901, will be the first day in the new century. It promises to be one of great change.

Boll Weevil-001Random occurrences have a way of effecting change, regardless of what day the calendar reads or the hands of the clock point to. Just ask Herbert Love, whose cotton fields, as well as most others in the South, is introduced to Mr. Boll Weevil. Mr. Weevil is a multi-legged visitor from Mexico and he and his many relatives have dined on the bolls of the cotton plant; uninvited and unrelenting in its devastation of the textile industry. Herbert is diversified enough to weather 1899, due to the installation of a pasteurizing machine for his creamery and the growing popularity of his quality line of cigars. Please thank Mr. Luck and Mr. Campbell for that.

The weekly route to Tallahassee has been a resounding success. Fridays are a blessing for route-master Willy, a day to see the sights and know people.

It is so for his son, Alfrey, as well. He is a young eleven, thanks to his stays with the German Young A.O.-001 and exposure to toddler Maggie Lou (Ferrell). The skillful knowledge of a physician, who has practiced medicine longer than an average life’s span, provides a disadvantaged child with the gift of nurturing and healing; the starter kit for any aspiring doctor.

Alfrey Campbell is a true enigma compared to rest of Southern society. Just as he is entering adolescence, usually the prime time for beginning serious field work, he has no such duties, most of his time readying the ice wagon for his treasured Friday adventures. Herbert Love has gone as far as to hire a tutor to fill Alfrey’s days with matters of the mind, rather than the formation of calluses. Hardly a better situation exists for the grooming and preparation of a young mind.


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The 20th Century (!900+)

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John Steinbeck

“Someone should write an erudite essay on the moral, physical, and esthetic effect of the Model T Ford on the American nation. Two generations of Americans knew more about the Ford coil than the clitoris, about the planetary system of gears than the solar system of stars. With the Model T, part of the concept of private property disappeared. Pliers ceased to be privately owned and a tire pump belonged to the last man who had picked it up. Most of the babies of the period were conceived in Model T Fords and not a few were born in them. The theory of the Anglo Saxon home became so warped that it never quite recovered.”

― John Steinbeck

Julio Cortázar

“In the twentieth century nothing can better cure the anthropocentrism that is the author of all our ills than to cast ourselves into the physics of the infinitely large (or the infinitely small). By reading any text of popular science we quickly regain the sense of the absurd, but this time it is a sentiment that can be held in our hands, born of tangible, demonstrable, almost consoling things. We no longer believe because it is absurd: it is absurd because we must believe.”

― Julio CortázarAround the Day in Eighty Worlds

 

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