A customer requested a miniature with more of an Indian theme, as her and her family are originally from India. This video is a picture of the finished product. I am very proud of how it turned out, as is she.
He walks upon the deadened leaves looking for a dragged place Needing fuel to continue the journey lacking motive, spur, and pace For where he heads alone today a task to stay upon the path Recalling memories that quickly fade a remnant of all ages wrath.
Like a fledgling in the morning who steps upon the dew The old-timer stops and views it In the blondish amber hue He watches as it canters through fields of wheat and grass Unable to find some solace A grimace at this pass Where will nature take it the babe he looks upon He fears not for its safety Yet waits until it’s gone.
I, Black Pharaoh: Rise to Power by Emmanuel Kulu Jr. is an historical fiction account of the mighty reign of Thutmose the Third in Egypt despite deceit and threat from the very people he is to inherit the throne from.
This historical fiction account begins with a vision from the Gods that there will soon be a birth of the new ruler, Black Pharaoh. Thutmose the Second is the current ruler of Kemet in Egypt and it has been prophesied that he will have a son who will be the ruler when he is gone. Hatshepsut, the pharaoh’s devoted wife is honored to provide this son but it seems destiny has its own idea. When Hatshepsut finds her husband with another lover her jealousy burns and plans begin to form in her head, plans to rid the world of this adulterous leader and become the true ruler. There are others who believe they have earned their place as rulers and those who decide to remain devoted to Thutmose the Second. For many years this position is fought for and in the end only one person can rule.
This account of Egyptian Rule is a twisted tale of deceit that sometimes reads as a textbook, other times as a novel dreamed up by a talented writer. Many of the facts used in the story are accurate and if you are familiar with the history, then following along will come easily.
I give this book three out of five stars for its creative take on an historical event with many diverse characters and plot twists. There were times where the dialogue seemed too “modern” for the times but this did not distract from the story. For a reader who is not familiar with Egyptian History this story can be confusing as allies quickly turn to enemies and enemies become allies quickly and frequently throughout the story. According to other readers the historical accounts may not convey the truth accurately but being a fiction novel there is room to make small adjustments as desired, as has been done by the author. It is well written and easy to read and understand, providing some history to the reign of the Black Pharaoh, ruler and conqueror of Egypt.
From beneath the trees that hung so low there was a light a dim, soft glow That came from when the trolls did sit Agitated by human shit They hated fun and sneered at love They wanted tricks fit like a glove to all their nonsense played upon the men and women just about everyone.
Lying close upon her breast He felt the love and peace Together they had come to rest A seasonal release Neither one of them had known Nor had the chance to guess Which of them gave more to love or which had given less.
Welcome to the sixth edition of the Throwback Thursday Memory BlogHop where we take on a nostalgic object, event, or memory and blog about it. It’s the last Thursday of September. Hopefully we will be having cooler days, which in my book means more inside time and more time to blog. Maggie, From Cave Walls, and I alternate posting a blog with the title Throwback Thursday – subject of the week. (This week my subject is memories of gift giving or receiving.)
When I first read this I had a few things come to mind immediately but I think I can organize it in my head best if I think about some of the people who gave gifts and how it felt to receive them.
My son: It has been over two years since my son passed away and although it never gets easier, it is easier for good memories to surface. This memory, although not necessarily good, makes me laugh. First let me start by saying I am one of those people who try to find gifts to match the person. I will recall conversations or think about things that person likes, just to get the “right” gift. So every year, for as many as I can remember actually, I would purchase gifts for my kids throughout the year, whenever I found something that I thought they would like. I did go off their lists to Santa but then they stopped writing to him and apparently guessed that Santa knows all! Now picture this…Christmas morning, the family sitting by tree, the kids handing out gifts one at a time. Now it is Joey’s turn to open his gift…. “Do you like it?” I would ask. He would shrug and say something like, “yeah, I guess I used to but...” and then my tears would flow. It got to the point that my daughter used to tell him to act happy with his gifts “so mom doesn’t have to cry”. It sounds sort of awful but if you knew Joey, you’d see how it was just him and I loved him for it!
My daughter: Lindsay sort of took after me when it came to gift giving, always looking for the perfect gift. Two years ago, after losing my husband/her dad, we had some rocky times. We talked often and worked through a lot and became very close. It was that year that she gave me one of those little wooden signs that you put on your shelf that said, You’re the mom everyone wishes they had! Talk about tears!
David: David and I had been together almost a year when we celebrated my birthday (for the first time together), that was two years ago. His birthday is only 12 days after mine and it was one of those things where you don’t really know what to buy for the other person because maybe you haven’t lived together long enough to get something they can use around the house or maybe you just don’t know what the perfect gift would be. That year, two years ago, I had gone to see my father and when I came home David told me he had a gift for me. I had just gotten home and he kept insisting I bring up my suitcase first to the bedroom. I didn’t feel like dealing with the suitcase but I finally just gave in. When I walked into my room there he was, Beary, my sweet guinea pig! Oh, how I love guinea pigs! I guess I had talked about the ones I had over the years so David decided to take the chance and get me one. I loved it! The best part of all is that one of the reasons I didn’t have any guinea pigs for so long was that I was the only one who liked the piggies and I guess it didn’t seem like something practical to buy for myself. Woo hoo! I still have Beary and his brother, Oreo, who we bought a few months later to keep Beary company.
Other really special gifts I have received are my dragonfly pottery and dishes from Mary and so many other things I can’t even list them all. I can’t really think of the best gift I’ve given…some have been great, others just ordinarily good.