A Quest: based on a journey, a road of trials in which a hero hears a call and leaves his home—alone or in the company of others—to search out a treasure. Nancy Howard

Our Quest–My brother’s and mine ended at a small boat ramp from where we would board a small boat and take the short journey with that was left of my parents confinement in small boxes– to the placed they’d made our goal so long ago.

 

L. Frank Baum’s The Wonderful Wizard of Oz features protagonist Dorothy, who is on a quest to find her way back home. … Dorothy develops new understanding and self-knowledge during her sojourn of Oz, symbolized through her friends: brains, heart, and courage.  Mark Flanagan 

https://www.thoughtco.com/definition-of-quest-851677

Vintage Sears 7x35 500 ft at 1000 yards 445.2511 Binoculars with Original Case
Vintage Sears 7×35 500 ft at 1000 yards 445.2511 Binoculars with Original Case
Do not get me wrong—this was not a sad occasion—my parents had lived long full lives.  Dad had been gone from us for years—I remember his funeral and my aunt being so upset that the undertaker had put his glasses on him.  Dad didn’t like his glasses and it so upset her that he would be in his last repose in those glasses.  It is funny how the little things disturb us when we are dealing with grief.
Mom has only been gone near 2 years–she had been in a coma for awhile and it was a blessing that she was no longer in that vegative state.  There was no viewing of her like there was for dad…instead we held a memorial in the first month of the year (she passed away in December)–it  would have been the beginning of her 90th year.  It was a joyous occasion and we remembered mom and I saw family I had been separated from for years.
                                                                        And now the final chapter with 2 of her three children—-in attendance—the third child has never been a quest type of person.
They arrived with their mail shirts/ Glittering, silver-shining links/ Clanking an iron song as they came./
Beowulf
We arrived and found our captain already there–he launched the boat into the beautiful, sunny day–one where the waves were light; a day that made one feel glad to be alive—somehow strangely appropriate on a quest like this.
We were on Lake Superior off the northern piece of Michigan that doesn’t seem quite a part of the rest of the state.  This place is not somewhere I have ever been (nor do I plan to be) after Labor Day–a place were this boat would be stranded on ice if we were here a few months later.
                                                                         We talked and laughed and enjoyed the breeze in our hair and the sun brightening our day and our spirits….and enjoying the fact that our quest had came down to our dependence on someone else being in charge for a change.  So we relaxed and enjoyed the scenery.
“Far over the misty mountains cold / To dungeons deep and caverns old / We must away ere break of day / To seek the pale enchanted gold.
Tolkien THE HOBBIT

 

 

Then we came to a narrow finger of land pointing east, a place my folks had enjoyed, spent time about and long ago voiced for the first time their desire to have their ashes to be scattered there.  I have taken no picture of the actual scattering of the ashes, their floating in the water or any of that—I can describe them but that was something that Guy and I shared privately—-it is the children’s shared memory too precious for pictures:

 

Guy who had been the caretaker–fittingly as the only son–pulled the boxes of ashes out of his bag opened and slowly poured the gray powder that is all that remains of the laughing photographer, who told silly jokes, read constantly and who was “My Daddy” first and then My Mom–the dependable woman who never in my entire life let me down, who enjoyed and put up with the craziness that was daddy and 3 children who were so different in oh so many ways and still came up sane.  Who was so long a Tom Boy that she accepted a daughter who failed to learn her place in life…..Both went into the cold sparkling waters and we for a moment watched their movements on the surface spreading, becoming part of this place they loved.  Then we said our private good byes and Guy said a short prayer.

 

 

Then we were headed back to shore leaving the place to the birds, fish, and my parents.  We had fulfilled our obligation to our parents.  But I feel that my parents would still feel that we have other obligations to maintain:  to be the people they worked so hard for us to be–to try at least to be kind, honest, someone who helps others and tries to make at least our little part of the world a bit better—something you don’t see enough of in this day and age.

 

 

 

Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil, is rightwise king born of all England.

                                                                    English legend

 

 

As with all quests once they are completed then one must return home…or in our case to our camping place which involved crossing great water–but luckily we had a great bridge to do so on.

 

The next day we left Mackinaw city and found our selves back in Lansing for a night and then on to Ohio (both stopping at the places we’d been to before) and then a return to West Va.

 

I will do one more episode to finish my quest story and then I’ll return to the 60’s—in my Blogs I haven’t perfected time travel yet—otherwise I’d be going thru those stones.

 

 

Well, you should try it someday; you might get a taste for it.

Tristan

 

Wren on Hand Painted Decorative Bird House

 

yes I know Droughtlander is over but can’t give it up—sorry

 

No more Tobias?  https://hiddenremote.com/2017/09/27/5-best-moments-outlander-season-3-episode-3/

 

Sneak preview of episode 4:  http://tvline.com/2017/09/27/outlander-season-3-episode-4-video-claire-pearls/

 

 

And another clip from 4:  http://www.cosmopolitan.com/entertainment/tv/a12475020/outlander-of-lost-things-clip/

 

 

“Then go, and I shall follow you”

                                                                         Merlin

 

 

Four Camel Joe's FIsh And Game Club Metal Cups with Enamel Finish

Four Camel Joe’s Fish And Game Club Metal Cups with Enamel Finish

 

 

 

Ruber: A spear. How stone age. A king would hold a nobler weapon. A king would hold Excalibur.

Quest for Camelot

 

 

New England Collectors "The Little Shepherd" Minature Porcelain Plate 1983

New England Collectors “The Little Shepherd” Minature Porcelain Plate 1983

 

 

 

All those standing there gazed, and warily crept closer,
Bursting with wonder to see what he would do;
For many marvels they had known, but such a one never;
So the folk there judged it phantasm or magic.
For this reason many noble knight feared to answer:
And stunned by his words they sat there stock-still.
(237 – 243)

Sir Gwain and the Green Knight

 

1984 Precious Moments "Isn't He Precious"

 

 

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