Dark Sentiments 2014 – Day 27 – The Last Word

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9 Responses to “Dark Sentiments 2014 – Day 27 – The Last Word”

  1. Jay Heathman says:

    hmmm. could have meant DEserter, or SERTERainly, but nothing else comes to mind. Of course in the Land of the MacKenzie Brothers, I suppose it could have a secret Canadian meaning ranging from 'sorry for all that went before' to 'Eff you and die you scumbag." I must assume that if the reader had a familiarity with the term, the story – which frankly, i found rather gut-wrenchingly sad, especially about your Grandmom passing so young :o( – would have a deeper impact. At any rate, I know we all have our stories to tell, and our crosses to bear, but appreciate you sharing this. I am sorry for that pain, but hope that you have by now moved on and / or exorcised it.

  2. Randy L. Whynacht says:

    Indeed I have long since moved on Jay, which is among the reasons I felt this story, distilled down to its essence, was worth the telling. In fact, for the most part, I moved on in that brief interlude of eye contact before I disarmed my grandfather and planted him back in his chair, leading to my later engagements with him as the end of his life neared. In hindsight, there was a great deal of symbolism in the burning of his weapon.

    Clem saw masculinity as an exercise in physicality, and by that point in his life, his state of physical depletion had stripped him of most of what he saw as his own manhood. His innate need to lash out at someone, that had only sporadically reared its ugly head in the past, had become his defining characteristic, coming to a head when I found him arming himself against his decidedly uneffeminate, heterosexual grandson who was daily and flagrantly committing the mortal sin of education. He regarded that as a grievous personal insult, and I later learned that he had placed the mallet in the newspaper stand as soon as he learned I was coming.

    There is a legend about Trolls that tells of how they grow through their lives in reverse to all other things. They are born huge, ill tempered, and unpleasant of scent, and as they age they become progressively smaller, nastier, and emit a more concentrated reek until, at the end of their lives, nothing is left of them but the stink. Sad to say, my grandfather wasn't unique in his emulation of those characteristics. It's a path too often travelled.

  3. Steve says:

    Did I miss something? “Serter?” I prefer not to guess at the hidden meaning of things that are the domain of others. I defer to Jay.

  4. Did I miss something? “Serter?” I prefer not to guess at the hidden meaning of things that are the domain of others. I defer to Jay.

  5. Did I miss something? “Serter?” I prefer not to guess at the hidden meaning of things that are the domain of others. I defer to Jay.

  6. J says:

    @hanshi – it appears that we are going to have to offer a bribe for the true answer. Which would be expected if our host was located in Mexico, but does seem rather novel for our Northern neighbors.

  7. Randy L. Whynacht says:

    In hindsight, it appears I should have been more explicit than to simply make reference to having, "… found a single word written in my grandfather’s semi-literate and, at the time, palsied hand." He meant "Cedar". Gonna have to revisit that.

  8. Randy L. Whynacht says:

    In hindsight, it appears I should have been more explicit than to simply make reference to having, "… found a single word written in my grandfather’s semi-literate and, at the time, palsied hand." He meant "Cedar". Gonna have to revisit that.

  9. J says:

    ahhhhhhh!!! Mystery solved, thank you! I would have been highly amused at that and wondered if it was his way of trying to make a joke at the end, to defuse the ongoing feud?

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