28 September 2008

The Love of a Mother II (fin)

“...Know you my son, Eoin?”  When the girl nodded, Aoife’s ghost continued.  “I have seen him here, and I have seen the way my husband’s parents treat him.  My daughter sends for him even now, but you must do me one great favor.  Spread word among the townsfolk that my husband’s parents are cruel, mean people, and let them know that they are not fit to raise their grandson.  A time will come when he will need the support of the town to lift him out of that pit.”

“I will do so,” said Bridget with a little bow of her head.

Satisfied, Aoife’s ghost moved on to see her son.  



Eoin, still quite young, suffered regular beatings under the hand of his grandfather.  That particular evening, he was lying awake in bed, weeping over his bruises, when the ghost of his mother appeared.  He nearly cried out in fright and roused his grandparents when he saw her, but her greeting was gentle, and finally he fell into her loving embrace.

“Don’t cry, my brave boy,” said Aoife in a tender, sad voice.  “Your sister, Liadan, is sending for you as we speak, and I will return to you every night until you go to her.”

After that, Eoin was able to bear the hardships of living under his cruel grandparents’ roof with more patience.  In town, rumors were circulating about Daniel O’Flaherty’s parents’ sins, and when the letter arrived from Liadan in America, ill will was rising against Eoin’s harsh, unyielding caretakers.

Reading the letter, the grandparents were loathe to let go of their good-for-nothing grandson, whom they had treated as little more than a servant over the past year.  Perhaps they could act as if they had not received the letter at all.

Luckily for Eoin, the ghost of Aoife had anticipated this, being clever even in death.  When Eoin overheard his grandmother’s shrill, unpleasant voice talking about how they would deceive their grandson, he did as his dead mother bid him and found Bridget in town.  He told her of his grandparents’ latest wickedness, and she went straight to work.

Later that day, when Eoin was washing dishes from the midday meal, there came a knock on the door. 

“Get the door, boy,” Eoin’s grandfather ordered.  Drying his hands on his shirt, Eoin crossed the room and did as he was told.  As soon as he saw what waited outside, a grin broke like dawn across his young face, and he turned to his grandfather.  “Grandda, it’s for you,” Eoin told him and took a step away.  His grandfather grumbled and pulled himself out of his chair to meander over to the door. 

Eoin’s grandmother appeared from the hallway at that moment with an odd expression on her face.  “I hear a commotion outside, Seamus, what is—” She never finished her sentence.  The sight of at least half the townspeople gathered outside their front door had shocked her speechless.  Bridget had done well; she stood beside the mayor, who wore a very stern expression on his wizened, bearded face.

“Seamus and Agnes O’Flaherty, get out here so that we might address you in open air, under the sight of God,” the mayor commanded severely, and Eoin followed his grandparents outside.  “Today the mailman delivered you a letter from Liadan, your granddaughter, did he not?”  When the O’Flaherty’s began to protest, the mayor cut them off instead by addressing Eoin.  “Eoin, boy, come here.  Let me see your arms.”  The mayor examined the boy’s arms, then his back, and tutted unhappily.  “See this?”  He indicated to the others with him the bruises on Eoin’s body, and there were angry murmurs.  The O’Flaherty’s looked around nervously.

“Eoin falls a lot, clumsy boy…”  Seamus O’Flaherty’s explanation only made the crowd angrier, for Eoin had a sweet disposition like his mother and was well-liked among the townspeople.

“You have treated this boy with cruelty, but no longer.  We know Liadan O’Flaherty has asked for her brother to join her.  You will let Eoin go to her immediately, or suffer the judgment of the entire town.”  The mayor’s words left no room for argument, nor did the expression on the townspeople’s faces.  For the first time since his mother and sister had left, Eoin’s heart was filled to bursting with happiness.

No one saw the ghost of Aoife O’Flaherty after that, not even her children.  Some weeks later, Eoin was reunited with his sister in Chicago.  Liadan had bought a small flat in town since their mother’s death, and she welcomed her little brother into their new home whole-heartedly.  They lived together in happiness for several years, and even after the two of them separated and moved on to families of their own, they forever honored the memory of their mother, who cared for her children even after her death.

As for the remaining, wicked O’Flaherty’s of Ireland, they left town not long after their public disgrace.  No one there would associate with them, so they sold their land to the first bidder and left Kinsale, never to be seen again.

27 September 2008

Julie and Bekah's Infinite Playlist

When I got back from watching The Pillowman in Little Rock with Patrick, Natalie, and Beth, Julie and I went to Walmart to get a couple of things.  It was about midnight already when we left.  Some pretty amusing stuff happened.

1.  We bought some shady stuff.
2.  We saw fog and followed it.
3.  We got in a dragrace with a guy in a black car with tinted windows.  Julie shrugged visibly at him, then waved during our second pass.  I think he was trying to show off.
4.  We outran the campus police.  ...I was speeding a little down Farris, and we passed a cop car going the opposite direction.  He turned his lights on not long after we passed him, and Julie and I, freaking out, pulled quickly in the parking lot and ducked, for fear that the car was turning around.  We got to the dorm unscathed.

I ate at Vino's before the play tonight-- excellent food!  Then we went to the play across the street at the Weekend Theater.  The rendition was pretty decent!  I was impressed.  Good acting, given the circumstances.  They done McDonagh good!  (pun tote intended).  After the play, we went to Barnes & Noble/Starbucks, got some dessert and coffee, perused and bought some books, and then accompanied B-e-t-h to the liquor store so she could buy some cider.

All in all, a good day.  :)

26 September 2008

The Love of a Mother I

I decided to start posting the two stories I wrote in Ireland this year.  The first I'm posting is a ghost story, called "The Love of a Mother," which is a rewrite of a tale about Mary Shea, called "The Dead Mother," which I found in Jeremiah Curtin's Irish Tales of the Fairies and the Ghost World.  So, without further ado, here is part one of "The Love of a Mother".



The Love of a Mother

By Bekah Baugh

Daniel O’Flaherty married Aoife against his parents’ wishes.  A placid, kindhearted creature with apple-red cheeks and strawberry-blonde hair, Aoife was well-loved by everyone save Daniel’s mother and father, who were formidable, cold people.  She made a home with her husband and two children, Liadan and Eoin, in Kinsale.  They had a modest house with a red door and green window boxes overlooking a lake on the far end of town.  Liadan was already a young woman, and Eoin was seven and full of innocent life.  Love thrived in the O’Flaherty home, and theirs was a happy existence.

Until, that is, Daniel fell.  He and Aoife were out for an evening walk when his foot slipped.  Their position was precarious, and before Aoife could react, Daniel fell to his death into a rocky ravine.  Naturally, Daniel’s mother and father blamed their daughter-in-law for their son’s death, and Aoife was stricken with grief.  Aoife was a gentle woman, and her heart ached that her in-laws suspected her.

The tension between Aoife and her in-laws grew until at last she told them, exhausted and heartsick, that she would leave Kinsale to make a new home in America with her children, if only the in-laws would provide the money for the trip.  In return, Aoife would gladly grant them the parcel of land she still kept.  The in-laws, being an altogether greedy couple, agreed and scrounged up as much money as they could.  In the end, though, they could only come up with enough money to send Aoife and Liadan across the ocean.  So with a promise to soon send for her son, Aoife took her daughter with her and boarded a ship for a new home and a new life.

For about a year, Aoife and Liadan took jobs as governess and nanny for a family in Chicago.  She and Liadan did well for themselves, and they soon had saved up a considerable amount of money.  Eoin would not be with his grandparents much longer.  But before she could call her son to her, Aoife contracted a fever and died.  Liadan was just old enough to claim independence, being the eldest of Aoife’s children, and so she used the money she and her mother had saved up and sent for her little brother in Ireland.

Two weeks after Aoife’s death, a girl was walking back to Kinsale from a visit to an aunt nearby.  It was evening, and the smell of summer-warmed wildflowers hung lazily in the air.  The girl, whose name was Bridget, turned a corner and came across the ghost of a woman standing in the road. The woman’s hair, a pale gold in death, wafted about her in shimmering strands.  Every part of her gleamed, and it seemed to Bridget the figure before her was not a threatening apparition.

“Evening, mum.  Who are you, and why are you wandering?”  Bridget asked her, unafraid.

“My name is Aoife O’Flaherty.  Do you know me?”

“You were Daniel O’Flaherty’s widow, were you not?”  The girl eyed Aoife’s glimmering figure speculatively.

“Yes, I was indeed.  You need not fear me.  I’ll do you no harm…  Know you my son, Eoin?”  When the girl nodded, Aoife’s ghost continued.  “I have seen him here, and I have seen the way my husband’s parents treat him.  My daughter sends for him even now, but you must do me one great favor.  Spread word among the townsfolk that my husband’s parents are cruel, mean people, and let them know that they are not fit to raise their grandson.  A time will come when he will need the support of the town to lift him out of that pit.”

“I will do so,” said Bridget with a little bow of her head.

Satisfied, Aoife's ghost moved on to see her son.

23 September 2008

The Halloween Lineup

The lineup for my Halloween costume this year has really turned into just that:  a lineup.

1.  Rose Tyler, either from "The Stolen Earth" or "Doomsday"


































2.  Jem and the Holograms.  At this point, I'm really not all that sure which one of the four I was supposed to be... Probably either the blue-haired or the purple-haired one.  This one, I'd be with Laura, Flora, and Amber.


















3.  Bella Swan.  I know, I KNOW.  Don't judge me, you weirdos lol.  My friend Trent asked me if I would be Bella so he could be Edward for Halloween.  This may or may not happen, but if it does, I can assuredly say it'd be my easiest costume ever.  I wouldn't really have to do anything, lol. 
















4.  The Andrews Sisters.  This was Julie's idea... prolly won't happen because of costuming issues, but we thought it'd be fun for Laina, Julie, and me.  :)



22 September 2008

Was he with you at the railway?

Finally I get to write about something other than being unhappy!  Today was super busy, but all-in-all?  Pretty great.

Classes went well.  I was a little scared in my US Gov & Politics class when we got our tests back from last week.  I got a much lower grade than I had expected to get, but when we went over the answers in class (without the Scantron sheets, though), I noticed that I'd only missed one question (we were told to circle our answers on our test papers the day of the test, so we'd be able to know which questions we'd missed).  So I spoke to the professor after class, and he checked up on it.  Turns out I was right-- thank goodness.  So my grade is still safe.

Also, I'd given my [beautiful] oboe to Dr. Duso last Friday to take to a guy in Hot Springs to be worked on this weekend.  I've been having a few problems with getting my low register to speak, as well as my Bb key sticking occasionally.  I was delighted to get my horn back today repaired and sounding like new.  It has a completely different personality now, would you believe it?  Definitely darker, smoother, more confident.  I.  Loves.  It.  Dr. Duso told me to tell her if I ever wanted to sell it.  :p  I don't know if that'll ever happen.  I love my Lorelei too much.

Might have picked up another gig, too, playing the Messiah in Pine Bluff in December... the day after my already scheduled gig in Blytheville!  I'd be traveling a lot that weekend, but I think it'd be awfully fun.  Plus, Andrew said they might pay for a hotel for me in Blytheville if I took on the job.  We'll see.

I suppose that's it for the day.  Just wanted you guys to know I'm not all doom-and-gloom.  Just really had an off-time this weekend.  I'm trying to push through all that.  :)

20 September 2008

the day.

Though the first part of the day was filled with absolutely nothing, I'm happy to say the second part was a lot better.  When Julie got home, she and I went to Chic-Fil-A... then went to Target.  Where Julie and I proceeded to acquire some pretty awesome merchandise.

Me:

Soft-Bake sugar cookies
Makeup remover pads

Julie:

Newman-Os (Hint o' Mint)
Fig-Newmans
a John Candy 3-movie DVD (yep...)


After we left, Julie and I went cruising, windows down, 80's music blasting, dancing like fools.  It definitely made the day better.  We joined Lains and "Aarbear" to watch The Village and, of course, enjoyed making fun of it.  So while I may have been less than happy that I didn't get a call or anything today...  I'm okay.  Really, I am.

I love my friends.

19 September 2008

a bunch of jibberish.

It's really hard to be taken seriously.  After all, what right have I to get upset when I'm not even "pinned" or anything?  It's stupid.  But, you know, whatever.  UGH, I don't deserve this...   Sometimes I consider just stopping and giving up.  It might be easier in the longrun... But Elua help me, I just can't do that.  I can't.  




That which I wished for at Blarney, I got... albeit imperfectly.



And what a fool it's made me!



Ah well, at least I have good friends to keep me company.  ♥.




15 September 2008

Peeved. Srsly.

Dear Blogger,

Yeah, the Pontiac got towed, and I have to pay $350+ because I just found out about it.  And my mom is pissed.  It's pretty shiny to get blamed for stuff I didn't know about.  Gawww.  Because my aunt told me I could bring it to that lot-- didn't know they were going to tow it.

Pardon me while I go wallow a bit.  It's not been my week.

Sincerely,
Me.

14 September 2008

don't you forget about me.

Sometimes I feel like my life'll never get started.
Watched P.S. I Love You tonight, and probably shouldn't have.
Now I'm listening to The Wailin' Jennys on Pandora.
I probably should be studying for Abnormal Psych or Government, but I'm feeling really apathetic.

My head cold has traveled to my lungs, so I've been hacking and wheezing like a big grosslie all weekend.  I'm sure my roommates appreciate that lots.  :p

I suppose what I'll do now is try to clean my room up some for the week ahead, bag up my trash (both literal and metaphorical), and try to read up for my classes tomorrow before I go to bed.  Couldn't hurt.

13 September 2008

Dear Blogger,

I've got the best friends anyone could ask for.

Sincerely,
Me.

08 September 2008

Always and always.

First illness of the year, one to be treated with vast amounts of juice, little round red pills, and chagrined patience.  I hope it clears up quickly.  I'm not pleased!

Other than that mess, I'm doing a lot better this week than I was last week.  The sunny days have helped, and I've got a likewise sunnier disposition at the moment.  I saw Geoff twice this weekend, spent way too much money out shopping with Julie, Monique, and Jessica, took Julie to church with me and let my church families buy us lunch, and got to have a smoothie and catch up with Ryan.  In all, a good weekend.

Finished Kushiel's Mercy.  I'm sad to see it done, but Elua, it was good.  Sooooo good.
Sigh.
And now on to my Honors reading.  Seriously.  There isn't a comparison.

04 September 2008

Have you ever been alone in a crowded room?

It's been a restive day.  Our fire alarm went off at about 7:45 this morning, and I doubt if anyone really paid attention to it.  There was no way I was getting out of bed 15 minutes ahead of schedule to go stand outside in the rain (if it was indeed raining-- I assumed so after our monsoon yesterday).

I got my excess aid check today and found it to be relievingly true to past numbers.  I should never pay attention to what those bills tell me a month before school, because they're never right.  This year they said I'd be losing about $900 a semester, and I was distressed because I live off of that money year-round.  Thankfully though, nem igaz.

Lunch with Laina and a psychology club meeting.  I came back to the room wanting to do something and feeling a little lonely, eventually falling asleep on the couch.  I think I napped for about 2 hours, and I feel much more rested now, but still.  There was stuff I wanted to get done today.  Deposit my check and acquire my other bookshelf from Fran's house, among other things.  Ah, well.  I've got to finish up my French homework and that Government journal tonight, too... and Julie, Laina, and I are going to see a movie in Little Rock at some point.  Maybe going to Pancake Night at Laurel's afterward.  It's supposed to be a busy night, but in all complete honesty, there's really just one thing I wish I could be doing right now.

I wish I knew what was wrong with me these days.  I seriously don't mean to be so moody, or whatever I've been.  I hate myself when I'm in a depressed mood.  I don't like to be down or pessimistic.  It goes against my nature.  I've been thinking a lot about it today and decided that maybe it's because I lack security in some points in my life at the moment, and that's causing me a lot of stress.  Making me anxious.  Making me second-guess myself when normally I would be sure.  Aïe, me.  Je ne sais pas.  C'est trop dommage, n'est pas?  Je ne veux pas être triste mais je ne sais pas ce que je peux faire.  Heh, get that French lesson in there.

On a lighter note, I've recently become a fan of Mute Math.  I don't know why it's taken me so long to figure out how much I enjoy their music.  Crazy me.

Complainte.

Sometimes I have dreams that set the mood for the entire day, and that can be frustrating.  What if I don't want to be depressed all day?  Wishing doesn't often help much, though.  Eh.  So much for that.

03 September 2008

There's something about Irish rain.

There's something about Irish rain.  It isn't like Arkansan rain.  See, in Arkansas, we learn to fear the rain.  Rain is malevolent, hurtful.  Rain in Arkansas is something to be wary of.  It brings floods and lightning and fearsome storms.

Where Arkansan rain is death, Irish rain is life.

It is a misting, a gentling, a soft hand caressing the face.  Though it can be a nuisance, I've never once feared the rain here in Ireland.  It's a benevolent presence, making green everything it touches.  In and under Irish rain, I am taken in.  Absorbed.  I am one with my heart, with my hopes and desires.

Irish rain inspires me.  It inspires pensive thoughts, gentleness, peacefulness, nonviolence.  Irish rain is the love in my heart, unrequited and sleeping.  Dormant.  It softens the earth.  Irish rain is mystical.  Walking through it is like walking through a dream.  Vision is mellowed.  Everything smells clean.

When I live in Arkansas, I don't particularly like the rain.  

In Ireland I love it.



I wrote that in my journal less than two months ago.
...
And oh, how I wish the rain here were more like Irish rain.
I.  Hate.  Arkansan.  Rain.
Wahhhhhhhhhhhhh.

01 September 2008

there's a kind of emptiness that can fill you.

Dear Blogger,

Sometimes I hate myself for my own insecurities because they are just that: insecurities. They're stupid. More often than not, they're unfounded. Can't help it, though. It's just me.

Anyway, I ended up having a good weekend at home. It was good to be with my mom. My aunt Kathy, Mom, and I went to O'Charley's for lunch after church on Sunday-- excellent food always. Always and always. (sigh.) After a nap, I hung out with Amy's fam Sunday night. We ate at Zaxby's (that's right, Julie. Yummm). Matt was being a sweet li'l brother (little only by name, as he's about a foot taller than I am, the giant kid lol) and keeping me warm. I miss that family awfully. I wish we lived closer together.

Amy and I "girl-talked" for a while before Matt interrupted us, and we all hung out for a bit before they drove me home. Today... was really just me reading and packing up. I was planning on seeing Geoff this afternoon, but plans often don't pan out. Ryle hira! So here I am back at the dorm. Jules and Lains are playing Lord of the Rings in the living room. :) Ah, roommate bonding. I think I'm going to get a quick shower before finishing up my honors homework. I feel like a big grosslie.

btw, my room is finally a little homier. I brought my bookshelf, more pillows, a few paintings, a chair, and a lamp. Finally starting to feel like my room. S'about time, too.

Elua hold you in his hands,
Beks