The Baths, British Virgin Islands (from Google Maps)
Mama was such a pretty thing. Born Dorothy (of the Stones of Bath), but Papa G. always called her Dolly. The perfect wife, he often said: a willing bed-mate—she gave him seventeen of us little-uns; Peter’s the eldest, I’m the youngest; supportive, encouraging, she made him smile no matter the calamity. She had only one fault: she wasn’t the best of cooks. Indeed, I once overheard her friend refer to her rock-cakes as ‘Dentists Delights’. But you can see for yourself, our teeth litter the shore.
It was her cooking did for Papa G. Died of severe indigestion. It’s his head over there, left where fallen. Rest in peace, Papa G.
Written for What Pegman Saw.
crispina kemp 
Wonderful!
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I thank you, Tina. Alas to say, it was inspired by my mother’s cooking (concrete and rock-cakes: Dentist Delights!) 🙂 🙂
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Ha ha! Although I can’t talk. I think concrete might be a step up from my last baking attempt 😉
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The concrete originates in my early childhood. My mother baked what I later discovered was supposed to be ‘Norfolk Shortcake’. In it’s true form its a barely-risen more of a pastry than a cake, but soft, with body, and liberally dosed with dried fruits and sugar, then crisscrosed and egg-glazed before popped in the oven. But not when my mother made it. She didn’t use egg, nor any other raising agent; she used lard and margarine mix; of dried fruit she used only currants, and she was extremely stingy with the sugar. She glazed it with milk, crisscrossed and popped in the oven. Well, to my young eyes, those crisscrosses, and the currants just showing, looked just like the concrete around our sheds. And of course, it was as hard as … and the name stuck.
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Great fun, fortunately my mother’s cooking was good 🙂
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The only good thing I can say about it is that in comparison school meals were great. Also, I was too clumsy to be allowed in the kitchen, and so did not inherit her traits. 🙂
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This was a great take on the prompt, Crispina!
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I thank you, Dale. I enjoyed writing it. 🙂
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Loved it.
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So pleased. AND I’ve got an Horizon poem for Sammi’s challenge; it posts tomorrow. I’m dead pleased with it, so best you read it. 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Woot! Please. I’m subscribed to you. I read everything you write… maybe not immediately, but I get to it 😉
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It’s just a measure of how pleased I am with it. Cos till I was walking across town with the shopping this morning I hadn’t been able to think of a thing. By the time got home, it was written. 🙂
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I love when I am pleased with something. Now I can’t wait to read it! 😀
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You’ll probably hate it and depress me.
But isn’t it horrible when you’ve writen what you think is a good piece, and polished it till it gleams. And not one miserable follower deigns to click that ‘like’ button. Overlooked. So I’m making sure at least you see it. Fair? 🙂
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Stop it! Funny you.
I totally understand you. I rarely really like what I’ve written. Well not quite but most times I am merely pleased.
I prefer when the opposite happens. I think I’ve written the equivalent of “meh” and then get all kinds of wow comments…
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Yea, that does most often happen to me. Which is why my response is often, You’re kidding, Nah, it’s not that good, it was just thrown together. etc.
So have this in common. Isn’t that a line from a movie?
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Good to know we writers suffer the same malady!
Probably is!
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Indeedy. 🙂
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” A willing bed-mate,” hmm, have to remember that term if ever the need arises.
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I think it might stem from the days when a wife wasn’t necessarily willing. Yes, there was such a time.
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Not allways the wife
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This is true. A wife in medieval times could apply to the church court and have the parish women ‘inspect’ the husband if he failed to perform. After all, sex wasn’t for pleasure, it was for begetting.
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Wonderful story- believable too! Dentist’s delight notwithstanding. 🦷 😉
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I thank you. And I enjoyed the writing of it too
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🤩
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Marvelous. I love the voice. Imaginative take on the prompt Crispina!
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PS It’s great to see you this week!
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As long as I can find a photo to inspire. And I post Pegman on a Monday. I am a person of habit. Not true, but having structure prevents my other habit … of being forgetful. 🙂
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I thank you, Karen. I enjoyed the writing. The story jumped at me as asson as I saw the photo. 🙂
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What a fantastical (and fantastic) take on this funny image that you found! “Dorothy, of the Stones of Bath”, I love it! Now all we need is a family photo of all those little baby stones. 🙂
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I thank upi. Joy. As to the additional photos, you’ll find them on Google Maps, scattered all along that shore, inspersed with their broken teeth! 🙂
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Oops, finger cold, typo. Should have read, I thank you, Joy. Not sure who upi is!
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That made me laugh — all hail and give thanks to our new deity, Upi! And yes, I was picturing all those other photos I saw when I was exploring on Google maps, of all the baby rocks and their teeth! No time to write this weekend though, sad to say.
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There you are, see. I’ve just given you a new character for your Tales. 🙂
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