Flowers in Summer..

Hi there, My name is Jeremy Fletcher.
I’ve been living in Bakersfield, California now for 14 years.
Am a High school teacher…
I teach History to Senior high students.
I’ve been teaching at Lemington high now for 14 years…
I’m changing teaching to BRENTON high… and changing neighborhoods, too…
Not that I don’t like teaching at LEMINGTON high, infact I like it much… I’ve just come to a time in my life where I think change would be a good thing..
So when I read an advertisement on the papers, that BRENTON high was looking for a History teacher.. to replace Mrs. Parker who was moving away to North Carolina, I called the headteacher, Mrs. Sandton, and told her I could switch schools…
..So.. Monday am meeting Mrs. Parker to see what she’s covered already… and moving to Bennsville.. the new neighborhood.. tomorrow….

I moved in to the new neighborhood in the Morning… First home on Bennsville street.. a Cape Cod Style, three bedroomed home..
But earlier on as I was moving in, I’ve just moved half of my stuff when this tall, alittle heavyset man walks to the door, ..I turn around, and he says ‘See your’re moving in… I saw your truck..’
I say… ‘Yeah, …it’s not my truck…’
..Then he goes on to say… ‘We have night watch in our neighborhood.. and we all take turns…’
I’m busy wondering… now I’m going to be on watch tonight….?!
..He just looks at me…
..He says he’s Minnoe Malberg… ..my next door neighbor… and if I need help I can go see him… ..I tell him I will… and tell him my name… ..and he steps away….

..So I prepare to go see Mrs. Parker in the morning… I get my brown woollen tweed jacket ready…

Day breaks.. ..am ready to see Mrs. Parker… ..I drive off to the school..and find her at her office…
She warmly greets me… and I take a sit….

Her office is small… and she has her work neatly arranged on her desk…. I notice a framed picture on her desk….. I assume it’s the picture of her husband…..
She quickly offers me a Cup of tea…
which I turn down politely…..

She tells me she’s moving to Charlotte, North Carolina with her husband…. who got a dream job managing an automobile Division….. Volkswagen camp in Charlotte…..

She runs me down what she has covered with her class….
We discuss a few things…. and she’s ready to introduce me to the class…
..so we walk to the classroom…. we find a mathematics class in progress…. which we interrupt…
..She tells them they have a new history teacher… there’re sad Ooohs…. and am introduced…
..A Male student raises his hand.. Mrs. Parker tells him to go ahead… ..He turns to me and says.. ‘Love your jacket…’ ..There’s laughter….
….we step out….

At the corridors, I say bye to Mrs. Parker, ..it’s probably the last time am seeing her at BRENTON high…

I drive home to prepare for my first teaching at Brenton high…

”The immediate cause of World war I is attributed to assassination of Austro-Hungarian Archduke Franz Ferdinand.. by a Serbian student, Gavrilo Princip….’
I begin once I have the students introduce themselves….
….We discuss the events that followed the assassination.. ..and how war was drawn out between two sets of Alliances.. the Triple Entente, and Triple Alliance….
..I stop at The united states joining the war…..

I walk to my office…. Mrs. Parker had already cleared her personal effects…. I leave the door wide ajar…. I settle on my desk…and begin to sort out the few items I had brought along, including a framed picture of my parents that I had on my desk at LEMINGTON high….

Mr. Lieber, the mathematics teacher knocks at the door…. I ask him to come in…. we’ve not been formally introduced….
He takes a sit…..
Turns out he was teaching at LEMINGTON high…he’d learnt I came from the School….
He left a few months before I got there…..
We end our bavarder

At lunch… we carry our lunch to School, and have it in the office.. I didn’t carry my lunch on my first day… so I walk to a Fast Food on Bekerwood Avenue.. it’s just a few minutes walk.. past my home…
I get my Burger and fries, ..and a large Coke… and settle outside on the Open sidewalk…

..I’m done having lunch.. ..and am reading an interesting story.. on my phone.. about Bred Lemor, a baseball player… I realise I have a few minutes.. Get up.. phone and my coke in my hand… Am scrolling through quickly… want to know how long the story is… My phone slips through… I manage to keep it in hand… but spill the Coke onto a guy sitting on the side of my table… he looks office type… sitting with colleagues.. probably having quick lunch
I quickly apologize…
He turns around slowly.. and waves down his hand… and gets up slowly… trying to look at the stain on his back… ..what I can’t tell him though… is that the stain looks like the map of Russia….
…I apologize again… ..and Leave….

My second day of teaching at BRENTON high… just 4 days to Spring break… I pick from where I left… we discuss the beginning of the end of the war, with Russia pulling out of the war, after encountering revolutions at home…

I conclude with the ending of the war, and the signing of the armistice on 11th November, 1918, by Germany…

I begin discussing world war two on the third day, ..starting with how reparations for the previous war could have led to the beginning of the second.. and most deadliest war…
I explain that severe conditions and heavy financial reparations imposed on losers by victors of the previous war.. led to expansionism…

…’Losers sought territorial expansions to plunder.. to support their own economies…’, I say.. stifling a sneeze…. ….there’s beguiled suppressed laughter amongst the students…..
….I proceed… ..pontificating Germany’s remilitarization… ..and expansionism… ..that preceded the invasion of Poland by Germany in September 1939.. setting stage for world war II.. when France and Britain joined in and declared war on Germany….
…..

My first full weekend at Bennsville street… I fix my breakfast…. I’m just through having, when the Door bell rings…. I walk to the door.. it’s my unusual neighbor Mr. Malberg… He invites me over for lunch…. and I accept…. He leaves….
I walk back, ..and pick a book I had begun reading….

I prepare to go to lunch at the Malberg’s…. I walk through their Patio and ring the bell….
Mr. Malberg greets me at the door, his wife on the side…
….’Welcome to our home Mr. Fletcher….’

…We settle at the table….

‘Your first full weekend at Bennsville street…’, Says Mr. Malberg…
‘It is..’ I say.. ‘I love the neighborhood….’
‘..It’s a lovely neighborhood..’ ..says Mrs. Malberg.. ‘except for afew cases of burglary when owners were on holiday.. it’s a lovely place….’ she says.. serving our plates….
..It’s chicken casserole and corn bread for lunch….
‘Welcome Mr. Fletcher…. Bon Appétite….’
‘Bon Appetite…’

We begin our lunch….
‘…..so what do you do Mr. Fletcher….’ asks Mr. Malberg.. tucking a Napkin….
‘I’m a high school teacher.. I teach at Brenton high… just switched schools from Lemington high….’
…..’I was a marine researcher…’ says Mr. Malberg… ‘..retired 5 years ago….’
I am torqued that he’s Urbane afterall.. must have this funny way of introducing himself to strangers….
…’Lindy and I moved here 20 years ago… we loved the place and bought the home….
Except for cases of Burglary as Lindy mentioned… it’s lovely here…

‘…Oh.. by the way..we decided to contract a Security firm for the night watches.. they drive in in their mobile booth and stay till morning….
…we contribute a few dollars every month…’
‘Oh.. that’s great….’

..We’re through with our lunch… and wash it down with some Raspberry juice…. I am ready to go….
…I thank them for the lunch… and they walk me to the door… we say our byes… and I leave… happy to be acquainted to the Malbergs…..

It’s Monday, Spring break…. no school for 8 days….
I decide to prepare some work in advance….

So I sit down to some work after breakfast….

I stop at lunch time and have a quick lunch of pinto beans, and bread, and decide to take a walk later in the afternoon.. down the block….

…I walk down the same street I had lunch at a Fast Food.. Bekerwood Avenue…
I go down a few blocks and turn back….
I’ve just passed this restaurant when someone calls from behind… ‘Nick Bordonni!’
I turn and stop…
..This guy comes up to me…
‘..Hey… I would have bet you’re Nick Bordonni…’
..This other guy comes from the restaurant…
‘Hey Tuc… everything alright…’
‘Everything is alright… Look at this guy…! He looks like Nick Bordonni….!’
..This other guy goes like…
‘..I think he looks like Shawn Blate… the Baseball player….’
I’m confoundedly amused….
…The first guy goes.. ‘It’s alright man…. we’ll see you around….’
..I step away… and wonder.. who I look like from the back…..

I get up in the Morning the next day and fix my breakfast… My fridge is empty… so I have to go shopping alittle later on… and my front lawn needs alittle tending…
I get down to preparing some School work, first…

I’m done with the School work for the day… It’s time to mow the lawn… but am alittle hungry, so I go to the Kitchen… and get out the only thing in the fridge.. a piece of steak… I put it over the Oven grill…

It’s ready so I take it out and let it lose heat… and decide to mow and come back to it..
I pull out the mower and leave the door ajar.. and get sorting my lawn….

..I’m through… and drag my mower behind me.. I’m met half way to the door by my neighbor’s wandering cat steak in muzzle in a rush snifling….

I prepare to go shopping… ‘ve got to drive to the strip Mall down Monroe Boulevard…
I grab my wallet.. and step out…

…I get to the Shopping mall… I’ve got to check my shopping list quickly… so I place my car keys on the seat.. and reach my back pocket for the list….

I step out and slam the door….
..I’ve locked my keys in….
….I stand there like I witnessed a Meteor fall off from the Skies….
…I peer through the Window… and see the keys… all the windows on my side are up… so I go round the bonnet.. to the passenger side…. Luckily… the window on the passenger side is afew inches open….
…I get a quick thought….
..I pull the extendable antenna of my decade old Honda and break it.. and reach the keys…
..I manage to pick them when a Security guy approaches from behind… ‘Do we have a problem here…’ ..I’m startled… and let out alittle gas…. ..the keys drop…. I turn around…. and tell him I locked my key in… and was making progress before he startled me….. he apologizes… and steps away….
…The key is now on the floorboard…. I manage to pick it…..
…..I leave the window open… and go shopping…..

THE EIGHT DAYS of spring break are over… ..I go back to teaching rejuvinated….
..It’s Monday… we have staff meeting… my second at BRENTON high….
….At the meeting.. we discuss preparing the Students for assessment tests.. due in a few weeks… and embark on getting them ready….

…..June 10.. is the LAST DAY of School….

….JULY Comes… It’s Flowers in
Summer…. Cobb Bells are in
season….

..I love Julys… there’re interesting activities at this time….
…There is the annual Car Show… that showcase Fancy cars at MONROE BOULEVARD….
…Then there’s the Football… Played at Memorial Stadium….
…sometimes… we have Pro teams play friendlies….
….Am a BUFFALO BILLS fan…..

…..This year’s CAR SHOW seems alittle Large…. and more people…..

..I move around.. and come to this yellow Carrera Cabriolet…. Am in awe…. I’m soon joined by two equally awed guys… and begin to discuss the model….
..turns out.. we share the same interests… and soon become fast friends….
…We exchange numbers… and get going….

…In the afternoon.. the next day… I get a call from Daren Keaton.. one of the guys I met at the Car show… He invites me over to his place to watch a game at the weekend….
..Daren Keaton is a lawyer… and Burke Delore is a Banker….

..Saturday.. in the afternoon.. I drive off to Keaton’s place…
..Both Keaton and Burke live on the same lane…. Burke a couple of blocks away….
…Keaton and Delore hear the ignition turned off and step out at the door….

‘Hey Buddy.. good to see you!’, Says Keaton….

‘Hallo, Guys!’, I say crossing over…

…..We give each other Shuggard hugs.. and walk in…

…They’re already having beer… I’m offered beer.. and decide to take two.. and call a Cab home….

Game kicks-off… ‘The steelers and the Chiefs’…
…We watch… and Chat….

The game ends… it’s Steeler’s win at 27-24….

….I go over again the next weekend.. in the evening… to watch a BILLS v.s COWBOYS game….

It’s an exciting game….

..We come to an exciting first half break… with the Bills leading….
…..To spice up things some more…. Delore suggests we bet on which team will win…. ..winner.. or winners… get 900 dollars…. he takes the COWBOYS’ side….
..I politely turn down… and so is Keaton… but.. to Delore’s entreating… he gives in… so.. it’s a deal….

The game ends with a Bill’s win at 34 – 28….
Delore agrees to pay up next weekend….

It’s Wednesday… a new week… I decide to go watch a movie downtown….

I get to the theatre….

..It’s an Action/Drama movie showing….
..I get some popcorn… and a large coke.. and walk inside the Auditorium….

..I sit by this Cuddly couple… and remember I haven’t switched off my phone… so I place my drink on the armrest.. knowing the perils… and reach for my phone…
..In a split-second.. the lady of the Cuddly couple tips off my drink… ..all the contents pour on my front….
…she apologizes.. when it’s not her fault…
..I get up slowly.. to drain off the mess… trying not to spill any of it on the guys on the front…. and sit….
..I contemplate going to the washrooms… but I’d be there the whole movie session….
So I stay….

..The movie begins….
I am properly soaked….
..I imagine this version of cold Jacuzzi….
…except there is no drink on the side….

..The movie ends… We begin to step out…
..There’re already guys lining for the next showing…
I just hope they won’t use the big stain on my front… to rate the movie….

On the weekend we meet up with Keaton and Delore at Bekerwood avenue… outside the Fast food… we sit on the sidewalk, enjoying some drinks and fries… chatting…
It’s a lovely bright afternoon….

Delore decides to pay up for the bet he lost last weekend….
‘…well, mate, you won fair and square….’

….Keaton is like… ‘No, ..It’s alright…. keep the money….’

….Delore is moved by Keaton’s gesture.. and tears begin to Well up his eyes…

‘You mean it…’

‘Hey, ..it’s alright mate….’

…tears run down Delore’s cheeks and he begins to Sniffle….

…This Old lady comes from the sidewalk.. and puts her arms on Delore’s shoulders… ‘She’s not worth it… I’m single….’
..we’re properly exhilarated….

And the lady laughs too….

The lady gets on her way.. and Delore regains his composure….

I am amazed by the kind of friends I have….

I joined up Salsa dance lessons, just a couple of blocks past the restaurant where I was accosted by the two guys.. who thought I looked like their favorite personalitities on Bekerwood avenue…
It’s hour sessions that last 7 days…
The instructor is a Russian lady… She has six other Students in her classes…
Day one of the dance lessons:

‘Alright.. we’ll start with the guys…

So.. you simulate your hand on
the waist of your partner…
and your right arm is up… hands holding…
..three steps to the right.. three
steps back.. Swirl.. arm over your partner’s head, the drop…
and start again…

I’ll switch on the music………

Now, let’s start…

..one step two step three step..
back.. one step two step three
step.. Swirl, the Drop…
Again..
..one step two step three step..
Swirl, the Drop…

Stop.. ‘Mr. Fletcher.. you dance like
a Turkey in a rush….!’….

‘Please pay attention to the
rhythm….’

Let’s start again…

..one step two step three step..
back.. one step two step three step.. Swirl, the Drop…
Stop.. ‘Mr. Fletcher’.. (Am on the Spot again…) ‘..you don’t have rhythm… if you like Football, I think you should stick to it….’
(Needless to say.. everyone is bowled off….)….

…I go home and practise the Steps…
…The next day.. my instructor has nothing but nice words… I finish my Lessons… so don’t challenge me anywhere! Ha ha ha ha ha.

-Over-

This Story is a work of fiction.

The Characters are imagined.

Duncan Kihato

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