The Quartz Mine:

Just past the uppermost corner of what we knew as “Dead Man’s Curve” was the entrance to an overgrown dirt road which led sharply down and away from the paved Mountain View. It crossed a seasonal creek and then made its way up the opposite bank toward Crest and the rural homes beneath.…

Death Saw 1920:

For a time, I would take wood Father had cut and throw it under the front porch. I was careful not to toss the cut boards into my windows, but it proved inevitable. Eventually it was decided that I could cut the wood as well as carry it to the aforementioned pile.…

Microscope:

Mother had taken me to Toys R Us for some shopping. I looked over the Robotech figures, and was surprised to see Robotech dolls, not dissimilar from Cousin-L’s Barbie dolls. I mentioned to Mother that Sister might like the Dana Sterling doll, but she did little more than grunt at me.…

Tile Neighbor, the First:

One of Father’s friends from work had recently gotten married, and he and his bride moved into the tile room next to my bedroom. During this time, I have no idea where Father’s machinery went, or even if it indeed went anywhere at all. Mr. H helped move a large wooden bookshelf into my room and install a door which locked from their side.…

Wood Pile:

My bedroom windows looked out onto the space under the front porch and to the pepper tree trunk which grew next to it. Most of the view was little more than blackness, with some spider webs, pepper leaves, and rocks for texture. Father decided it would be a good place to store the pile of wood we used to fuel the Franklin stove during the cooler winter months, and so dimensional lumber was added to the panorama.…