Tales from childhood: Village of my yoth.

Hi, dear different readers! I'm Mrs. Anne's friend. I'm an old woman, too. Also, I have two handsome grandsons.

My childhood was spent in the village. I remember there were a lot of cattle in this place. I worked a lot in the field.

By the way, some people think I'm weird because sometimes I start making jokes or telling stories from my life.

"Good morning!" a neighbor's child told me.

"Good morning, kid!" I said.

Now I've been living in our city for over twenty years. I remember how some girl with auburn hair and green eyes was watching her younger twin sisters. They were still young then.

Raymond's friend is my friend. I know his whole family well.

Source of image:

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Iaso.

Iaso (Ἰησώ) (Iēsō) was one of the goddesses of medicine in Greek myths and legends. Asclepius and Epione were her parents.

Panacea, Hygieia, Aceso, and Aegle were Iaso's sisters. Machaon, Telesphorus (Τελεσφόρος) (Telesphoros), and Podalirius were her brothers.

There are different stories about Iaso.

Tales from childhood: Our city.

Hello, dear readers! I'm a simple inhabitant of the city. I'm a local old man. I have lived here for a long time, so I know some secrets.

"This woman is very beautiful!" someone said.

Lady in red is a famous actress. She played in many different movies. Also, newspapers and magazines write about this woman.

I remembered how lady in red visited places in our city. I saw her during late evening in a restaurant.

"What does she do at work?" Sophie asked her grandmother.

"She is a muse for artists." granny answered.

I know that she recently became seriously ill. Now the woman in red often goes to doctors.

Retrofuturism.

Retrofuturism is a genre of art. People from the past imagine the future. There are many assumptions about what the world will look like in many years. 

Writers wrote books about the next century and describe inventions of mankind. Artists paint buildings of the city of the future and its changes.

But these expectations don't always correspond to reality.

Source of image:

https://www.shutterstock.com/image-illustration/illustration-city-street-style-retrofuturism-suspension-495763990

Parable: The Hospital Window.

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man could not hear the band — he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, “Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.”

Unknown author.

Lycurgus.

Lycurgus (Λυκοῦργος) (Lykoûrgos) was a king of Thrace in Greek mythology. His father was Dryas (Δρύας) or Ares (Ἄρης).

Dionysus (Διόνυσος) (Diónysos) was an enemy of Lycurgus.

He was killed.

Sundial on the beach.