On with the story.

In the village.


Going down stream, they came to a well defined trail through the trees
and brush. Up the trail they came into a very large clearing. Linc
could see A big garden. Corn, potatoes, tomatoes and such. A patch
of hemp was growing back against the tree line around the clearing.
There were around ten rock huts with thatched roofs and a number of
people. Some with dark skin and some with light skin and red hair.
An old man with white hair and beard was sitting in what looked like a
big lawn chair. He stood up and held out his hand as Linc approached.
The old man said, " Well blimey, if you ain't a sight for sore eyes.
I gave up ope I would ever see another anks around ere". Linc was a
bit dumbfounded , then realized here was the Hanks the time masters
sent here before him. But these people were different than the small
black men he had seen through the other portal. These people were
wearing short robes. This was strange indeed. Then he looked and saw
there was a big home made loom standing off to the side of one of the
huts. The old man shook Linc's hand and motioned him to have a seat in
a home made lawn chair next to him. He could see some women working
around a couple of what looked just like the picnic tables you see at
a park. The old man said, " we got a lot to talk about, but now it's
supper time. We got plenty time to palaver later."
After eating they went back to the lawn chairs, that had now been
drawn up beside a very nicely made fire pit. Since it was almost dark
now, the air had began to chill. The old man said, " my name is
William Bernard Anks. I came ere round sixty years ago. Left a few
times and went back thru the portal to get things." The old man
proceeded to tell him about his family and why he took on the time
masters journey. His Father was Joseph Bernard Hanks and his Mother
was Abigail Fortnum. His Dad was a jeweler and a gemologist in
Wessex. He both cut gemstones and made jewelry. Bernard helped his
Father around the shop, and saw a lot of gemstones in the rough. His
Father was murdered by a robber when Bernard was only sixteen. And his
mother sold the shop and pined away and died when Bernard was
eighteen.
He was all alone when the time master came to him and asked
him to look for a way that they may have lost the power to travel
through time. He told Linc how he came through the portal the first
time and went to the right, up the beach, after marking the portal.
How he ended up over on the spit of land with the small mountain. He
told him about one of the portals he went into and what he saw. How
he was disappointed when he found there was another bay on the other
side of the spit, so he turned around and started back. He said he
saw what looked to him like sparkling in the sand at the beach there.
Picking up a stone, found he had a large diamond. Looking around he
found more. He ended up stuffing his pocket with many diamonds. What
he was going to do with them he didn't know right off hand but he was
going to take them back with him. He talked about how he camped when
it got night time.
When he was approaching the portal, he looked up the beach and
swore he could see several people up the beach beyond the big rocks.
Told how he found a nice abalone shell and put the diamonds in it and
placed it on top of the mound in front of the portal, then hurried on
up the beach to see about the people he thought he saw. When he got
to the rocks he saw footprints, so he knew he was not alone here. He
followed the footprints on down the beach and found they went up a
stream away from the ocean. Going up the stream he found a well worn
trail through the trees and tall ferns and followed it. Little did he
know that it would take him right into a village of dark skinned
people. They were all as naked as jay birds and they were overwhelmed
to see him. Some of them fell on their knees and bowed down to him as
he walked into the village. He thought they were going to grab him,
but he was able to walk right up into the midst of them. An old woman
with hair of grey that grew almost to her feet, came up to him and
touched him. Touched his clothing and red hair, patted on his backpack
, and patted on his boots. muttering all the while. Clearly, he knew
he was the first other human they had ever seen. What few men he did
see, hung back. This must be a matriarch led village. The old woman
pulled him to the ground and sat down beside him. She rubbed his hair
again, gibbered and waved her hands around but he couldn't understand
her. He tried to talk but didn't know what to say. He pointed to her
and said Mama. Then pointed to himself and said Bernard. He did this
several times, then the old lady repeated what he said. Well he
thought, maybe we can get somewhere yet. He got up, walked around ,
pointing at things and named them off. The old women and some of the
others followed and repeated the words. He went back to a couple of
things, pointed and held out his hands to the old woman. She told him
what he had called the item earlier. Yes he defiantly was getting
somewhere. Not every item was renamed but enough to encourage him to
keep at this line of communication. He looked around him. He could
see that there were about 50 natives. The village contained 20 or so
daub and wattle huts. He walked all around the village. They didn't
try to stop him. He followed a few paths into the ferns and trees to
see where they went. He saw where there was a boiling hot spring and
another larger one that wasn't so hot. He could see a lot of potential
here. Going back to the center of the village he could see they
didn't have a fire pit. Did they eat all their food raw? What did
they eat? He took off his backpack and laid it aside then he gathered
up some rocks with the help of a couple of the men and built a nice
big fire pit. Then he went around the village clearing and picked up
sticks and dead ferns and took them back to the pit. Took the flint
and steel from his backpack and lit the fire. He heard a scream and a
bunch of moaning. The fire had taken them by surprise. They had never
seen fire like this before. He held his hand out over the fire, and
then the old women did it too. She smiled a big smile and held both
hands over it until it got to be too hot. He wondered what they ate?
How they cooked it if they didn't have a fire? Did they eat meat raw?
Later, he found out how they ate when a couple of the men came into
the village with a bunch of fish on a sharpened stick. He watched as
they took them to the boiling spring and dropped them in. Un-cleaned
and all, waited a few minutes then fished them out with sticks and
laid them on a rock by the spring and all the people reached out and
grabbed fish and ate them The old women tried to give him a fish but
he pushed it away and she ate it herself. He was hungry, but not that
hungry. Instead he ate some fruit and nuts one of the women had put
out by the fire pit.

Bernard replenished the fire as it grew nightfall. Most of the
villagers had gone into their huts to sleep. He put backpack down,
laid his head on it and laid down by the fire pit to sleep. A couple
of the men laid down there too and went to sleep.

Morning


Bernard went on to tell Linc about how he woke up the next morning
with someone petting his hair. He had seen only two small children in
this camp, and both of them were squatting by him. As he raised up,
they ran away. He picked up a stick and probed around in the ashes
looking for a live coal or two than added some sticks to build the
fire up again. He needed to find something to do. So he took up his
backpack and left the village. Went down to the stream. Looking
across it he could see a patch of bamboo. Lots of it. He took off
his pack, and took a hatchet out of it. He cut and trimmed four big
piles of it. Went back farther in the trees and found some gourds
growing up the trees. He gathered up four nice big dry ones and took
them back out and placed them by the piles of bamboo. Going back into
the trees he picked some berries and ate them along with a few nuts he
found . He found a tree that had great big leaves on it and decided
to gather a bundle of them when he heard a noise. He thought maybe
some of the villagers decided to come across the stream and see what
he was up to. Something dropped onto his back, and almost took him
down. He shrugged it off and found it was a huge sloth. He whacked
it in the head a couple time with the hatchet, and killed it. It was
the first animal he had seen since he got here. He grabbed up some
of the big leaves he had cut off, and dragged the animal back out to
the stream. Some of the villagers were sitting on the other side and
when they saw the sloth they were yipping and howling. Five of the
men came across the stream and watched as Bernard took a big knife out
of his pack and cleaned the animal out. He cut off the head then had
a couple of the men hold a couple of bamboo stalks between them he
draped the sloth over them. He gave the gourds to another and bamboo
sticks to another one. He picked up more bamboo, the big leaves and
then went across the steam, the rest followed. Back at the village he
had the men put the sloth up on a big rock. He had the men help him
and they pushed a couple of big rocks together where they were about 3
feet across. Then he took a clew of heavy twine out of his pack.
Lashed and tied a bunch of bamboo stalks together, he made a table
top out of them and put it up on the rocks they had pushed together.


He added more wood to his fire along with some bigger chunks so he would
have some good coals.

He skinned the sloth and placed it on the makeshift table and
disjointed it. He gave the leg quarters to the women , then using the
hatchet he trimmed the rib pieces. Cut them free of the backbone and
cut off the lower portion of the ribs. He then sharpened some
sticks and threaded the ribs onto them. By then the fire had died
down. With a bit of attention to his setup he put the ribs over the
fire to cook, turning them ever so often. In the meantime the women
had put the leg quarters in the boiling spring and they had eaten up
every bite. One gal even grabbed the backbone and tossed it in the
spring too. Some of the others were chewing away on some of the fat,
eating it raw. Bernard took a bar of soap from his pack and went to
the hot spring. He washed all the dirt and blood from his hands and
arms. The natives watched his every move. They put their hands in
the water and made the same motions that Bernard did. Looks of
bewilderment on their faces.
Back at the fire, Bernard turned the meat again. It was almost done.
He had one of the men help him and they turned the table top over.
He then laid out the big leaves on it. When the meat was done he
placed it on the big leaves and cut off pieces for each of the
natives. Cut up a big chunk into pieces, placed them on a big leaf
then went to the fire, sat down and ate. The old women came and sat
down by him. He rubbed his belly and said, "good, good". She held
her hand out to the fire and shook her head up and down, and smile a
great big smile.
After eating and sitting by the fire for a while, Bernard gathered up
all the greasy big leaves and placed them down in the fire pit
alongside the fire.
He took a gourd and using the knife he cut the top out of it. Cleaned
out the seeds, then took a rock and scraped and scrubbed the inside of
it clean and smooth. He opened another and gave it to one of the
women to clean and fix like he did. He did the same with all the
gourds then took the women down to the stream with the gourds and they
filled them with water. He drank from his then refilled it to take
back to the village. He took a sip from his gourd then gave it to the
old women urging her to drink. She did, so the other women offered
their gourds to the others. Another thing learned. He took his gourd
and went over to the hot spring and filled it with water from it, took
it back to the makeshift table. Had help to turn it and then he poured
the spring water on it and with a rock, he scrubbed the blood off the
bamboo. And turned the gourd upside down, to dry out. The women all
turned the gourds upside down to.
Bernard motioned for some men to follow him, and the went back across
the stream, into the trees to find more gourds. They picked about
twenty of the dry ones and four green ones and took them all back to
the village. Bernard took the green ones and cut them open and cleaned
the seeds out onto a flat slab of rock he had found Placed the slab
down onto the edge of the fire pit.
Then proceeded to open the dry gourds and handed them to the natives
to clean out for them selves, so they would each have their own
gourd.

Bernard took the hatchet and found some bigger wood and, with a lot
of help, cut a big pile of it a placed it by the fire pit. Now that
the seeds were dry, he put them in a gourd and set them aside He
would deal with them in the morning.
He started to get ready to sleep by the fire, but the old lady came
and took him by the hand and took him to the hut of one of the women.
She pointed down at the ground next to the gal and pushed him down.
Well now! This was something new. He curled up next to the gal and
thought about this. He was going to have to do some thing about this
if it was going to be a norm. The old women left the hut and Bernard
kept his back to the gal. He was going to have to get her into the
hot spring for a scrub, before he would touch her, she stunk so bad.
And this hut reeked too. He laid there for what seemed like hours,
the sneaked out and went to sleep by the fire.

New day

The Next Day

The sun, coming up over the lake and shining in his face woke him up.
Man, what he would give for a good cup of coffee right now. He did
still have a fruit left so he ate it and went off down the lake
figured the water had to drain back into the ocean sometime.,
somewhere. Nothing here to keep him. He need to find another portal
or get back to the beach and go back to the one he came thru. Why the
time master sent him here he didn't know. He did know that another
Hanks had been sent through the portal, but don't know if the loss for
the time masters to time travel occurred here or not. As he got
closer to the end of the lake he could see it was quite shallow, and
marshy. There were clumps of reeds in places. Scads of trilobites'
were squirming all over in the mud and stirring it up. He probed
ahead of each step in the muddy water in case there might be a hole he
could fall into. Finally reached solid ground again and saw that the
water from the lake was slowly draining down a steep hill. He
followed it down until it started to level out a bit. He had hiked
about a mile or so along the stream when he saw another blue light.
He had to cross the stream and through some brush to get to it . He
stood there wondering just what was on the other side of this portal.
He stepped through and into a land that was smelling like pure sulfur.
The air was a bilious yellow and so heavy he could hardly breath. He
could see he was in a village of some sort with huts made of daub and
wattle. He saw at least four small black skinned naked men, lying on
the ground dead. He heard a roaring sound and more yellow smoke
billowed out of a crevice. Linc started to cough and gag. He ran
back to the portal and stumbled through. Darn it he thought. My
lungs are on fire. He fell to the ground and coughed and coughed.
Finally he was able to sit up and begin to breath normal again. Man if
the lost the power to time travel was in there, he was not going to be
able to find it, he thought. Hard to tell how long the black men were
dead, but they hadn't decomposed yet so must not have been too long
ago.
Linc crossed over the stream again and went on down the slight
grade There were a few rocks here and there and at times the brush was
very heavy. He was beginning to see a lot more trees. The only live
creature was a few trilobites' in the water and scads of huge
cockroaches. As he continued down the slope he began to hear rushing
water. Soon he could see where the small stream was going to empty
into a much larger stream. He followed it down stream and the slope
got a lot steeper. All at once he could hear a roaring sound. Now
what! He thought. Abruptly right ahead of him the stream disappeared.
It went rushing over some rocks and fell about twenty feet over the
cliff. That was the roaring he heard. Linc had to pick his way down
the cliff off to the side of the falls, and landed on a nice sandy
beach of sorts. His legs quivered a bit from the strenuous climb down
the face of the cliff, and he dropped to the sand and sat there a
while. He was getting hungry and it was way past noon, so he decided
to see if there might be fish in the water of the deep pool in front
of him. At least he had water to drink. He had lost the walking
stick in the climb down the cliff and it must have fallen in the water
and was long gone. He went into the trees a bit down stream and found
a couple of sticks. One for a fish pole and a heavier one for a new
walking stick. He rigged up the fish pole and threading on a huge
cockroach for bait, he tossed it into the pool. It was snapped up
almost at once. The fish was like nothing he had ever seen before,
but that would not stop him from eating it. He laid it out on the
sand while he built a fire. He then cleaned the fish and threaded it
onto a couple sticks. Hung it over the fire and went back to the
trees where he had spotted some berries while looking for sticks. He
filled the coconut cup with them, and went back to the fire. Turned
the fish and sat down and ate a few berries. After eating he went on
down the stream. He had to cross several streams that ran it to the
big stream he was following. He figured he must have walked about
eight or nine miles when he began to smell saltwater. He must be
getting closed to the ocean. The daylight was beginning to fade so he
decided to make camp He gathered a bunch of firewood and made a nice
fire. He walked downstream to search foe some kind of food, when he
spotted footprints in the sand. Human footprints. Well now! who
made them? Where were they? He started to go back to the fire when
all at once a bunch of dark skinned and a very light skinned female
with red hair surrounded him. The female spoke with a poor cockney
English accent and told him they were taking him to Papa.

To be continued.

Poem

Wrote this back in 1960. Mom put a padded toilet seat in the outhouse
up at the cabin, and the cold made it split, and would grab you butt
so she got a blue painted one from somewhere and the paint was pealing
off in places needed repainting, but it split and then she got a good
one. Thie blue seat was the inspiration for the poem. Not sent in to
be published.


What We Gonna Do?


Woolworth store I got complaint,
about one two bit can of paint:
my man he buy in your damn store,
and now by cripe i'm plenty sore.

My man is clean, and he's so neat.
He buy the paint for toilet seat.
One whole week we watch with eye,
But your damn paint, she no get dry.

I say to my man, it serve you right.
you want to be with money tight.
That two bit paint she no damn good:
it no get dry on no damn wood.

My daughter she get ring around:
when on the toilet she sit down.
For one whole week we sit and wait:
And now we all got constipate.

Woolworth's we don't know what to do,
We got to eat and some goes through.
When pains come on I almost faint:
But squirm and think of that damn paint.

Now Mr. Woolworth I ask you:
What the hell we gonna do.
How can our home be nice and neat,
If paint don't dry on toilet seat.

On with the story.

Rude awakening.


"Hey! Quit shaking the bed", Linc mumbled. Then he woke up
enough to remember where he was. He scrambled up out of the lean-to
and tried to stand up. The ground was shaking violently now, so he
crawled up closer to the tree line and away form the rocks. It was
just getting daylight enough to see good. He looked across the bay
and saw the mountain blow it's top. The fire was shooting thousands
of feet high, and the smoke rolling out of it as well . Good thing
the smoke was blowing away from the bay. Finally the shaking subsided
and he was able to stand up. He stood there in awe and watched the
lava begin to flow down the mountain side. So glad that it was miles
away. He went to the rock to retrieve his belongings, thinking now
what? Should he return to the portal or stay here and take a chance
of finding out something.
Finally he decided to remain, and went up into the trees to
relieve himself, thinking it was a good thing he didn't wet his pants
or worse when the quake struck. While there he picked some more fruit
and grabbed a couple more coconuts. Might as well get something to
eat before he took off, Never know when or what his next meal would
be. He did the crab thing again then looked up at the big mound of
rocks, and on up the beach beyond them. He decided to go the rock
route. He gathered a few more fruits and stuffed them in his pockets.
Husked another coconut and put it in the hood that was zipped up in
the collar of his jacket, and took off up the slope and on up a ridge
toward the mountains. The slope was a bit rocky in places and he had
to pick his way through, but the vegetation was getting less and less,
and the hiking became easier.
Linc had hiked several miles now so he sat down to have a bite to
eat since it was around noon. He drilled and drank from the coconut
then sawed off the top inch. Ate some of the meat from it as he dug
out the middle. He wanted to save it for a cup. He ate some fruit
and drank some water before taking off again. After another mile or
so, the ridge leveled off and he could see all around for miles. Most
it looked like a sea of vegetation. He could see across the bay and
the volcano was still erupting and a huge plume of smoke and clouds
was drifting still away from the mainland. He could see the volcano
was on a spit of land jutting out from the mainland and another bay
was on the other side of it. Just as well he didn't go to his right
when he came through the portal. He would have followed the beach and
ended up right out there on that spit where the volcano was.
Linc looked around then decided to angle around to his left and
see if there was another ridge going down. It would give him a
different approach to discover. He was looking down the side of the
higher ground on his left when he saw a different ridge. He chose to
go this route for now. He started down then noticed a blue glow a bit
farther around the slope. Hey! He thought, might as well check this
out. He paused a bit, then stepped through the portal. ' Holy crap."
Linc squeaked. Where in the heck am I ? he thought. Looking around
him, all he could see was snow and ice. Mountains, valleys,
everything covered in ice. No use sticking around here, so he stepped
back through the portal and shivered hard. Blast this he thought and
went on down the ridge.
Linc walked for a couple of miles. Lots easier since there was
little vegetation and rocks on this ridge top. He looked to he left,
down the hillside and saw what looked like a valley with a river or
lake in it. Still to far away to tell for sure. But he decided to go
that way. As he descended the ridge top, he began to see trees and
shrubs, and it was warmer now as he went down in elevation. The
ridge started to drop off much steeper down hill and soon Linc was
hanging on to shrubs a few times because of the steepness. The rocks
around were all volcanic. He slipped into a small wash and descended
very quickly now into a lot of brush and ferns, with a few trees, and
came out of the vegetation onto a dirt bank , by a lake. If one could
call it that Looked to be about 400 feet wide and maybe a mile long.
Cliffs of basalt columns, on the other side were about a hundred feet
tall. And stretched about half way down the lake. Linc could hear
running water to his left, and went in that direction. There was a
small stream of water falling down from the rocks. Since linc had
drank all his water, he now refilled his bottle and placed it back in
the holder. He then used the coconut to drink his fill of the good
cold water. It was getting late and he had better start thinking about
where he would spend this night Looking around he could see an alcove
back in the basalt, not quite a cave but a good spot for a camp. He
gathered up a bunch of long conifer cones and put them in a fire pit
he made. Wondered if there might be some fish in the lake. He walked
on down the lake a ways and through some reeds when he began to see
footprints of some big birds. Turkeys? What? He looked in the water
but could only see some weird looking things. No! No! They couldn't
be trilobites', Could they? He thought. But they were. Not edible
he thought. But looking down stream a bit further he saw a couple of
the big birds wading in the shallow water gobbling them up. Hey!
Those are not birds. By darn the were dinosaurs. They looked like
small featherless ostriches. Instead of a beak they had a longer bill
with teeth. Dark grey with long red legs. Too bad he didn't have a
camera. "Holy Cow", he yelled. Then a couple more came out of the
reeds and toward him. One tried to bite at him but he whacked it a
few times with the walking stick and killed it. The rest of them ran
on down the lake and into the reeds and brush to hide. Linc picked up
the dinosaur and went back up to where he had made his fire pit. He
wondered how dinosaur would taste, and he was going to find out. He
cleaned it out and skinned it Must weigh about 5 or 6 pounds he
thought. He skewered it onto a couple of sticks and roasted it over
the fire he built. Wait until I get back and tell Uncle Vernon about
this. Yes it did taste a bit like chicken. Tougher and stringier.
He piled a bunch of cones for a bed, built up his fire, crawled into
the alcove and went to sleep.

Drats!

Sent this the last post and somehow screwed up This one was published.

Requiem To Summer.

Leaves of russet and gold float aimlessly on the crystal surface of
the chuckling brook,
while the punget scent of a campfire wafts lazily on a gentle breeze.
The deep azure of the summer sky is dotted with puffy white clouds:
heavy with the promise of early snowflakes.
A mist rises slowly from a clump of sunwarmed grass.
Aspens stand chilled in whitish bark, their cloaks of saffon leaves almost gone.
The few remainning, sparkle like golden sequins. No wonder they look cold:
Some of them are already almost nude.
The ferns have faded into tawney ghosts of themselves, but the toadstools,
bursting from beneath the fallen leaves, are glowing in the prime of life.
A grey squirrel traces an endless path from beneath a giant pine, to a
hollow tree stump.
He watches and scolds incessently.
Shyly, into the clearing, comes a small deer. A faint outline of baby
spots still show
under a thickening coat of soft tan fur. She walks hesitantly to the
waters edge,
then dips a velvet muzzle to drink.
A "vee" of wild geese, honk their way southward,
while a glistening black raven bids them adieu, with loud discordant cries.
A crafty chipmunk, perched on a stump, munches on a stolen cracker.
Another joins him and together they share the spoils.
A frisky cub explodes from the brush. His Mother in her luxuriant black coat.
lumbers quietly behind. He splashes the water and she repremands him
with a gentle cuff.
They wander off back into the willows.
Time loses all purpose as the sun arches it's way across the sky.
It's brightness fades to a dull orange, and the sky takes on the color
of of the mountain ash,
then slowly changes to a deep plum, before the glow finally fades from the west.
In the east, the golden orb of the moon gleams brightly as it breals
over the tops of the trees.
Then.....All is is still.ost by email and somehow I screwed up.

Another poem

I wrote this one when we were still living in Post falls, after we
went up to Hayden Creek for a picnic.

Another poem

This one was published



No Lamentations

I can write no lamentations,
on the years that lie behind:
I have treasured up no heartaches,
in the background of my mind.

I have left the ghosts of yesterday,
For the life that lies before:
And cremated all the stubble,
So it can vex no more.

I waste no time repining,
Over tombstones of the past:
For I see the silver lining;
of the clouds that run so fast.

But I never try to stay them;
for more are on the way:
So I close the dark of yesterday,
In the sunshine of today

Life is just a moving picture,
and we see it in a glass:
The sorrowful and tragic,
as the pictures rise and pass.

So whats the use of weeping,
for before our tears are dry:
There comes another picture,
with a rainbow in the sky.

By The Rocks

By The Rocks



As he walked towards the the big rocks down the beach, he
wondered who the Hanks person was that came through the portal before
he did, and when did he do it. He knew it had to be a Hanks because
the time master said the only way they could find out why they lost
the power to travel back in time was to send a Hanks back in time to
find out what went wrong. It was a bit of a shock to find out that
the Hanks family was represented by time masters. Maybe all families
were but they never had the same problem with a loss of power, so he
never heard of it. But then he never heard of time travel before
except in movies and novels. He reasoned he had a lot of thinking to
do if he was going to be successful in his search.

It was a dreary looking day. Ominous clouds hung up there in
the sky and it was about three thirty in the afternoon. He was
beginning to feel a bit hungry since the teams had lunch about eleven
o'clock, while they waited for the backhoe.

When he reached the big rocks, he placed the clam shell and
coconut on one of the rocks that was a bit farther away from the rest,
just in case there was another earthquake. No sense in having another
rock crush him. He decided to take stock in what he had to keep
himself alive and healthy while he was here wandering around. He had
on a jacket that could be turned inside out to make it waterproof.
He had on a belt that his Uncle gave him that was made with woven
paracords, that could be undone and used in an emergency. It had a
buckle on it that had a fire striker in it, as well as a compartment
with a couple of fish hooks in it and fifty feet of fishline.
A water bottle in a holder and a Leatherman tool in a holder on his
belt. Water bottle was still full since he had water to drink at
lunch time. He was wearing a black sweatshirt and blue jeans. He did
have a good pair of hiking boots that he kept dressed with
waterproofing agent. He was wearing a watch. In his jacket pockes he
found two sticks of gum and two empty peanut packs from the plane trip
down to England. A small notebook and ballpoint retractable pen.

Linc decided to spend the night here since it was getting late
and and here he had a place to stay by the rock for a bit of shelter.
He figured he better look around and find firewood and things that
might be edible. He went up to the treeline and found quite a bit of
driftwood and dead ferns for a fire. He went into the cramped growth
by the palm trees and found a tree with yellow fruits about the size
of pears. He picked one, smelled it, then took a bite. It tased
somewhat like persimmons. He picked four of them and put them in his
jacket pockets. He gathered up some firewood an took them back to the
rocks. He put the fruits on the rock and made a couple more trips for
firewood he also picked up another coconut. He could drink the liquid
and save his water. No telling when he would find potable water to
drink. Besides he liked the stuff.

Linc set about making a fire pit and put the dried ferns in it
and started it afire. He then put a few sticks and pieces of
driftwood on it as well. He then took the big clam shell down to the
waters edge and filled it up and placed it on the fire after adding
some larger wood to it. He took the walking stick and flushed out a
bunch of crabs from the debris. He cleaned them and added them to the
water in the clam shell. As he sat there by the fire, stiring the
crabs around a bit, he was thinking how the saltwater should help the
taste. He husked the coconuts while he waited for the crabs to cook.
Didn't take too long because the water was about to boil before he put
them in.

He punched the coconut and drank the fluid, then dug out some of
the meat after cracking it open on the rock. That should taste good
with the crabs.

Looking around a bit, he found a big abalone shell to use as a
plate, and a couple of sticks to use like chopsticks, he dished up the
crabs and finished them off with a couple of fruits for desert.

It was beginning to get dark and he still had to figure out a
place to sleep. He didn't want to sleep up in all the dense trees and
brush so he gathered up some sticks and brush and made a lean-to
against the big rock. Covered it with some of the big kelp leaves.
Built up his fire then crawled in and went to sleep.


To be continued.

Another poem

Morning Blues.

I drag out of bed before the dawn,
Stretch and put the coffee on.
Fix some eggs, with a great big yawn.
Sure wish I was dreaming.

Well I better poke the fire a bit,
and toss a chunk of wood on it.
But I'd rather find a chair and sit.
Can't seem to get a going.

I better call the old man out,
That is if I can raise the lout.
I'll do it if I have to shout.
I just feel mean this morning.

Now here he comes with a great big grin.
And not a whisker on his chin.
With a hug to usher daybreak in.
I swear he does look handsome.

Another day has dawned somehow
The rooster's crowing in the mow.
The kitchen feels more cozy now.
A kiss sure makes a difference.

Time to go.

It was time to go.



Linc looked over at his Father, blew him a kiss, then
stepped through the arch and through the portal into another time so
very distant. This is where it all began, Pangea.

He found himself looking out over a body of water. He looked around
and saw that he was in a tropical area, because there were coconut
palm trees all up and down the beach he had come out on. He looked
back to where he had just been, but could see nothing but a bright
blue glow. He started to walk to the shore line, but turned back a
bit. He could see where someone had made a crude arrow. He then
gathered up rocks and driftwood , and improved the arrow pointing
toward the bright glow, then piled a bunch of them to mark where he
came through the portal. He even shivered a bit, not knowing what
could happen next as he walked toward the shoreline. He could see
across the water, there was land with a small mountain close to the
shore, so he figured he must be in a bay , or inlet from the ocean, as
he could smell salty seawater. Looking to his right there was an
expansive length of beach as far as he could see. When he looked
down the beach to his left, he could see a large outcropping of rocks.
He decided to head on down that way. The beach was sloping gently from
the tree line to the waters edge, where small waves were kissing the
shore.
As he looked up and down the beach, he could also see a
line of debris that had been washed up by some very high tides,
since the waters edge was some twenty feet or more away. That's
strange, he thought. If he were in a bay, how could the tides get
that high? He shrugged, then decided to walk along the line of
debris. He picked up a stick to use as a walking stick, and used it
to poke around a bit in the stuff. There was a lot of shells, some of
which he had never seen before. Quite a few rocks here and there.
Small crabs scuttled out of the seaweed and kelp, when he disturbed
it. There were also a few piles of driftwood here and there. "Oh
wow! Holy cow!" Linc said to himself. Here was a monster clam
shell. " Hey this thing is as big as Mom's roaster". Linc said
again. He picked it up and was looking at it when the earth began to
tremble then shake violently. Linc was thrown down on the ground.
Must have been a nasty earthquake. Now he knew why the debris was so
far up on the beach. Because of a tsunami caused by a quake. He
looked across the bay and saw the mountain cough out a thin cloud of
smoke. No eruption yet, but this quake was just a warning. He
started to stand up when something hit his leg. It was a coconut
still in the husk that had rolled down the slope. Wow! This brings
back memories he thought as he sat there. Memories of a time when he
was about 6 years old and camping with his Uncle Vernon.
His Uncle had brought a coconut in the husk on that camping
trip. He told Linc to watch carefully. " This is what you can do if
when you are grown up, and ship wrecked on a tropical island." He
then took out his leather-man knife and cut the husk off the coconut.
He then used the tool to ream out the holes in it and gave it to Linc
to drink. After Linc had drank it, his uncle used the saw on the
tool and cut a couple of inches off the top. He then pried out the
meat and handed the shell to Linc . " Now we have a cup to use." Then
he took the tool and separated the fibers in the husk, set it on fire
and piled the gathered sticks and pieces of log on it. "While I
catch us some fish, I want you to get some water in the cup, put a
bunch of that mint there by the water in it the set the cup on the hot
rocks by the fire. You will get a surprise." he said. While they
cooked the fish on sticks over the fire, Linc noticed steam coming out
of the cup . His uncle took the tool again and took the shell from
the fire. He told Linc to let the shell cool til he could pick it up.
Uncle told him to taste the liquid in the cup, he did and found out he
hat peppermint tea.

Linc had to laugh out loud as he recalled that memory. He
picked up the coconut and the clam shell and went on down the beach.

A poem I wrote way back in 1950 something. You are going to get these
off and on.




Like Mama Did



He didn't like my casserole,
he gagged upon my cake.
My biscuits were not soft,
the way his Mama used to make.

I didn't perk the coffee right.
He didn't like my stew.
I couldn't even iron his shirts.
like Mama used to do.

I don't see why we married.
It's a mystery to me.
He was looking for the,
next door girl,
like Mama used to be.

I pondered for a reason.
I was looking for a clue.
Instead I cracked him on the head,
like Mama used to do.

Sunshine

I couldn't get picture to load up.

The story goes on.

                                   England


        The time had come for the twelve time masters to assemble again.  The day was overcast and misty,  giving the area around Stonehenge an eerie  unhealthy looking  phosphorescent  glow.  They were all seated there, unseen by the  Archeology team  from the United States along with a local  English  society team, that were just arriving.  Seems they finally got permission to dig in an area that had been dug up  about fifty years before.  The earlier dig had uncovered a bluestone rock like the ones that made up Stonehenge.  The diggers had stopped there but the team believed there had to be something there, or why bury a bluestone that deep.  Now they were going to find out why it was there.

        As the time masters looked on, the teams had brought in a small back hoe and was digging up the site where the big stone was found.  They reached the large stone and now they were removing it from the hole.  When the stone was removed, they could see that there was a crypt down under it.  The walls were lined with chunks of bluestone.  The crypt was about four feet deep and  six feet long.  It would have encompassed a body had there been one in there, but the crypt was empty.  Why had it been made?  Why was it empty? Who made it?  Was it the same people who made Stonehenge?  Was it made from the stones that may have been left over from building Stonehenge?  There were a lot of questions that had to be answered. The time masters wondered if maybe it  had something to do with why the time travel had been lost?  As the time masters looked on, the teams took photos, then placed the big stone back on the crypt and covered it up again.  Linc and his Father watched as the crypt was dug then after looking down into it, Linc started to wander around Stonehenge as his Father talked with the other team members. As he strolled around the circle of stones, he wondered  who built this monument.  Was it the Druids, like he had read at one time, or was it the Celts? Could it have been some other culture who was there in England even before them?  He even read  one time about King Arthur  and his people might have been responsible for building it.   Merlin, the legendary wizard in Arthurian lore, is sometimes credited as being responsible for moving the 10- 20-ton stones transported hundreds of miles to build Stonehenge. But some believe Merlin to have been a Pheryllt druid, named Taliesin, having practiced magical alchemy or who possessed anti-gravity technology.
Pheryllt was an esoteric sect of Druidism sometimes alluded to by bards. Its eponymous, esoteric text, the Lost Book of the Pheryllt, is thought to detail a common origin between many of the major ancient civilizations. The Pheryllt were said to have arrived in Wales after the sinking of Atlantis and share many similarities in their beliefs with Eastern dharmic religions.
        The connections between Druidism and Hinduism are particularly striking. One similarity is found in the Druid’s sacred Awen, which looks and sounds much like the Hindu word Aum — both words representing the primordial sound of the universe. The Pheryllt also spoke of a female goddess, Cerridwen, who shares many parallels with the Hindu goddess Kali. Cerridwen’s divine feminine energy is often referred to much like Kali’s Kundalini energy.
Could there have been a common Atlantean origin or ancestry between the Celtic Druids and other ancient eastern cultures? Similarities in mythology aside, there are also many parallels in their belief systems, including reincarnation and cosmology. Interestingly, the root words for Druid, dru and vid, when translated in Sanskrit mean, “immersed in knowledge.” It has also been common for many modern druids to feel a connection with the dharmic teachings of these eastern religions, leading members of OBOD to actively study this connection.  Merlin believed in reincarnation.  Could he have been buried in the crypt, and now reincarnated?
     
        Could it be  that the Hanks family began  with one of the ancient eastern cultures.  Possibly  of Egyptian origin?


        Linc found himself drawn to the  farthest  archway. He placed his hands on the left pillar, then on the right one.  Suddenly he heard a voice next to him explaining why he was brought here, who he really was, and what he had to do. The voice told him  about time travel.  Told him about the loss and how he was chosen out of the many Hanks, to try and retrieve the lost  information. The voice told him how he had been prepared to take on the responsibility  since he was born, and how to travel in time.   The voice told him about the time masters losing the ability to time travel any more, so they could not help him after he went thru the portal.  Told him that there were many portals in each  time period he would be in, when he had passed through a portal.  How time could be years for him, but only minutes would pass here  in this time since  he left to go through a portal, until he came back.