The Ollian Curse/Short Story
Keen Tojones
2011/07/12 00:43:08
The Ollian Curse/Short Story
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She'd arrived with long, flowing ashen-dark hair and penetrating blue eyes. The sort of blue imported from Great Britain and set above a regally prominent nose. A tall girl of Irish-English parentage who road a mule and kept a pinch of snuff in her lip.
Her father, a white haired Irishman, drove a wagon loaded with his other children. The children of his beloved Arementa, who had passed from this realm during childbirth. He'd lowered her into the ground, her pale body draped in a cream lace dress and washed in lavender soap.
The baby of said tragedy was a boy. Fiesty and menacing with an analyzing gaze. Old Vick called him, "The little bastard who took my love".
His name, that baby, was Jack and he sat upon the lap of an older sister, peering over the land, as though he himself owned it.
So it was, that the family of Old Vick alit upon the lives of the Wolf's. Self proclaimed "black dutch", covertly and genetically Jew, was Mr. Wolf and his wife was refined Irish.
Wolf had shaken the hand of Old Vick. Felt the strength of his hand, looked into his steel-blue eyes. The country doctor and landowner offered a parcel of land to Old Vick for sharecropping and the Irishman accepted.
Old Vick and his six children, including the smart-eyed baby Jack worked their parcel of land according to the agreement between the two men.
It was coexistance, simple enough and what good is a man who hungers and toils not for his supper. This was to be Old Vick's lot in life. To spend his latter years laboring in the black dirt of Oklahoma until his death. He died working, still thinking of his beautiful Armenta.
Before he died, he became the in-law of Mr. Wolf.
There'd been plans to kill Ollie Vick. She was head strong, impudent, ignorant and fifteen years old. The ruination of Garvey Wolf. The fifteen year old son of Wolf. Much to the grief of his mother and shame of his father, he professed an undying love for the handsome and pregnant Ollie Vick.
It was the very Irish Delilah Wolf who negated plans of murder. For she knew, to kill Ollie, would be to kill her own. That, she explained to her husband was the tragedy. We simply cannot kill our own, there's a curse upon it.
When Garvey and Ollie voiced simple vows before a Justice of the Peace, they were both fifteen. Garvey felt sure that his parents would provide room and board for them. So roomy was the old brick house with the massive porch. So cozy were the giant elms and pecans which cuddled the estate.
Once the howls of grief had been expelled for the demise of her son, Mrs. Wolf set about a list of chores for her young daughter in law and in her grief and shock, she called Ollie, the maid. The neighbors too, called Ollie, maid.
When the time came to leave the house of Wolf, it was Ollie who'd built the shanty and prepared for their survival. She'd built the little box of a house with her own hands.
Garvey soon became the laughing stock of Milburn, Oklahoma and his mother often wept for him. For fifteen years she'd nurtured him with love and care and concern for his future. Only to watch him deteriorate into alcoholism and wild dementia.
When the child of Ollie and Garvey turned three, she died of an infection contracted from a cut to her foot. A cut caused by a shard of glass upon the floor. Garvey had broken the lamp in a drunken fit.
Where Ollie mourned, Garvey blamed himself and his behavior became even more erratic, withdrawn and then he would disappear into the woods, like an animal wandering.
Then came the Great Depression and with it horrifying clouds of red dust which enveloped the little shanty and darkened the future.
Ollie worked where she could, making her word count and her word good, she established credit.
Other children would come, despite the illness of Garvey and one of them, a raven haired, dark eyed angel of olive complexion was born gifted.
That child would succumb, like her father, to the Ollian curse. Too young. And her children would be submitted to the abuses of their father, whom the young woman loved too much.
Garvey and Ollie died within a short amount of time of each other. Old, and married 70 years. He'd lost his right to an identity and inheritance for her. Which led to his insanity.
Some people say it was the divine work of God, and we don't kill our own. Other's say it was a simple tragedy.
Still other's call it the Ollian curse. The curse of the strong willed, ignorant daughter who takes a life as she will and bends him into the ground, pulverizing his potential.
The psychiatrists simply call it, incest.
Her father, a white haired Irishman, drove a wagon loaded with his other children. The children of his beloved Arementa, who had passed from this realm during childbirth. He'd lowered her into the ground, her pale body draped in a cream lace dress and washed in lavender soap.
The baby of said tragedy was a boy. Fiesty and menacing with an analyzing gaze. Old Vick called him, "The little bastard who took my love".
His name, that baby, was Jack and he sat upon the lap of an older sister, peering over the land, as though he himself owned it.
So it was, that the family of Old Vick alit upon the lives of the Wolf's. Self proclaimed "black dutch", covertly and genetically Jew, was Mr. Wolf and his wife was refined Irish.
Wolf had shaken the hand of Old Vick. Felt the strength of his hand, looked into his steel-blue eyes. The country doctor and landowner offered a parcel of land to Old Vick for sharecropping and the Irishman accepted.
Old Vick and his six children, including the smart-eyed baby Jack worked their parcel of land according to the agreement between the two men.
It was coexistance, simple enough and what good is a man who hungers and toils not for his supper. This was to be Old Vick's lot in life. To spend his latter years laboring in the black dirt of Oklahoma until his death. He died working, still thinking of his beautiful Armenta.
Before he died, he became the in-law of Mr. Wolf.
There'd been plans to kill Ollie Vick. She was head strong, impudent, ignorant and fifteen years old. The ruination of Garvey Wolf. The fifteen year old son of Wolf. Much to the grief of his mother and shame of his father, he professed an undying love for the handsome and pregnant Ollie Vick.
It was the very Irish Delilah Wolf who negated plans of murder. For she knew, to kill Ollie, would be to kill her own. That, she explained to her husband was the tragedy. We simply cannot kill our own, there's a curse upon it.
When Garvey and Ollie voiced simple vows before a Justice of the Peace, they were both fifteen. Garvey felt sure that his parents would provide room and board for them. So roomy was the old brick house with the massive porch. So cozy were the giant elms and pecans which cuddled the estate.
Once the howls of grief had been expelled for the demise of her son, Mrs. Wolf set about a list of chores for her young daughter in law and in her grief and shock, she called Ollie, the maid. The neighbors too, called Ollie, maid.
When the time came to leave the house of Wolf, it was Ollie who'd built the shanty and prepared for their survival. She'd built the little box of a house with her own hands.
Garvey soon became the laughing stock of Milburn, Oklahoma and his mother often wept for him. For fifteen years she'd nurtured him with love and care and concern for his future. Only to watch him deteriorate into alcoholism and wild dementia.
When the child of Ollie and Garvey turned three, she died of an infection contracted from a cut to her foot. A cut caused by a shard of glass upon the floor. Garvey had broken the lamp in a drunken fit.
Where Ollie mourned, Garvey blamed himself and his behavior became even more erratic, withdrawn and then he would disappear into the woods, like an animal wandering.
Then came the Great Depression and with it horrifying clouds of red dust which enveloped the little shanty and darkened the future.
Ollie worked where she could, making her word count and her word good, she established credit.
Other children would come, despite the illness of Garvey and one of them, a raven haired, dark eyed angel of olive complexion was born gifted.
That child would succumb, like her father, to the Ollian curse. Too young. And her children would be submitted to the abuses of their father, whom the young woman loved too much.
Garvey and Ollie died within a short amount of time of each other. Old, and married 70 years. He'd lost his right to an identity and inheritance for her. Which led to his insanity.
Some people say it was the divine work of God, and we don't kill our own. Other's say it was a simple tragedy.
Still other's call it the Ollian curse. The curse of the strong willed, ignorant daughter who takes a life as she will and bends him into the ground, pulverizing his potential.
The psychiatrists simply call it, incest.
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- George Clark 2011/07/14 00:16:24....
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