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Sticks and Stones

My father was a walking stick with a walrus tusk for a head. He was marred by beavers and plucked from the banks of the Missouri river.

On a Friday night in Omaha in 1961 my father found a freckled red jasper stone at the YMCA community dance. When he held her up to the light, the iron ore bands in her heart formed a family of small sea turtles.

When they married, he rubbed his walrus tusk on her smooth jasper surface until a milky blue opal named Catherine was born. Pure as the driven snow, she embodied her mother's patience and temperance. If you held her up to the light, you could see scree and tallus reflected in her depths.  

For five years, mineral solutions and calcium carbonate dripped from my father's walking stick in the cavern of his existentialism until a stalagmite was formed. By her own tears would she grow into Dorothea.

Three tears later, a bluish crystal named Karma was unearthed from a hidden paradise. When the light shined through her just right, you could see two trilobites in her soul.

We are all in a shadow box on the wall now, waiting for the younger sticks and stones in the family to awaken to a curiosity about their family origins. Waiting for them to pluck one of us from the wall and wonder who we are and where they come from.



  Two Guys from the "Sticks and Stones" found object sculpture series by my dad 

Comments

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shimmerdream
Jan. 17th, 2012 01:07 am (UTC)
This was great, a really original take on the prompt.
basric
Jan. 17th, 2012 03:24 am (UTC)
Very unusual. Loved it.
patrick_vecchio
Jan. 17th, 2012 04:47 am (UTC)
If you ever need a campfire story for children of geologists, you're all set.

But seriously, I love the appeal to the sense of sight.
stacieann15
Jan. 17th, 2012 08:29 pm (UTC)
I like the take on the topic here! :)
pixiebelle
Jan. 17th, 2012 11:21 pm (UTC)
This was very different! Very cool too!
nodressrehersal
Jan. 18th, 2012 03:07 am (UTC)
I don't know how you can imagine something so fantastic. This is really unique and original and feels like a tale that's been handed down for generations.
whipchick
Jan. 18th, 2012 07:57 am (UTC)
Lovely, loved the magical realism here.
myrna_bird
Jan. 19th, 2012 03:31 am (UTC)
A unique but very natural use of the prompt. Just lovely.
balladsofmirth
Jan. 19th, 2012 08:02 am (UTC)
windmill mama
this knocked the wind out of me.
sweeny_todd
Jan. 19th, 2012 08:02 am (UTC)
these descriptions and transformations are really lovely!
jacq22
Jan. 19th, 2012 09:09 am (UTC)
Wonderfully different, I wrote a story from a candelstick's point of view once! so loved the twisted tale.
theafaye
Jan. 19th, 2012 01:16 pm (UTC)
That photo is beautiful - so many stories you could tell from it!
lawchicky
Jan. 19th, 2012 06:43 pm (UTC)
So cool!
shadowwolf13
Jan. 19th, 2012 09:17 pm (UTC)
Love the different look at the prompt. Very interesting artwork. :)
karmasoup
Jan. 19th, 2012 10:59 pm (UTC)
I love this kind of absurdist but somehow relevant stuff!
noodledays
Jan. 20th, 2012 12:05 am (UTC)
so imaginative - a fun entry. :)
(Anonymous)
Feb. 7th, 2012 08:51 pm (UTC)
Dorothea's writings!
That was beautiful, daughter! What a visual image you created for me. Thanks for being you!

Love ya,
Mom
nameleswanderer
May. 23rd, 2012 11:10 pm (UTC)
words
I am sure that every time he goes to a new cloud and meets another person he pulls a copy of this poem out of his pocket and says "Look at what my daughter wrote."
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