Monday, March 9, 2015

Familial Madness Stories by Tim's parents.

Here's a story that helped to shape Tim's early life (and here is another one that surely sent him down a rabbit hole): 

My mother used to tell me stories about ancient female tribes. None of the stories really ended well—and I wondered why it was that she told me these stories as a child, but perhaps that’s a different matter for another time—and they would always start with a band of female women who bowed to no law.

Almost always these women were warriors and learned in some way. When they wanted to expand the tribe they would go to the nearby villages and recruit like-minded women, or women tired of the village life of toil. Sometimes they would kidnap a man and use him for fun. Possibly as a stud, and then dispatched of him as rudely as they acquired him.

No matter what they did: raids, adventures, and what have you, they always had enormous amounts of fun. My mother especially enjoyed the stories where they went looking for the fountain of youth, or a scroll of knowledge, or helping out the villages (usually a woman on the receiving end of injustice) follow the law they had written for them, or just summarily executing a person or peoples who were “evil.”

One day, I asked my mother what happened to these women. I’ll never forget the look on her face as she stared off at the ceiling and explained to me how they fell. This is how things went down:

Once these women went too far in carrying out their specific brand of justice and all the men in all the villages rose up at once and a long war started. The women fought bravely, but when the area turned into a graveyard, to include many fallen women, they decided that there would have to be a detente. They reached out to the men and signed a treaty. The women kept their word, but the men were cruel and crafty and proceeded to take away their freedoms one by one. In the end, this is how they were today: no longer free as they once were. 

Now tell me how such stories would have shaped your mind when young? Think on this other one, then. A gorgeous piece, it is. 

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