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First Meeting

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1550 Philip II 8/3 < John was 8, Mike was 3

Philip called “paper King” (Kamen, 214)

1551 Spain at war with France until battle of San Quentin 1557

47-51 John to Aravelo

50-53 Mike to Valladolid

John moved to Medina del Campo when he was 8-9 years old.

Philip called “paper King” (Kamen, 214)

1551 Cervantes Valladolid 9/4 

John was 9, Mike was 4

The Cervantes family leaves for Valladolid, then capital of Spain

1551 to 1566 Cervantes family in vagabondage (McCrory, p.31)

47-51 John to Aravelo

50-53 Mike to Valladolid

51-64 John to Medina del Campo

In 1551 the Cervantes family joined the throng of vagabonds that frequented the King’s highway looking for work. The target destination on this trip behind an ox art for two weeks was Valladolid, the new capital of Spain, the next residence of the king.

Three year old Miguel’s grandfather’s reputation as a good lawyer was a big part of the family’s decision to move from Madrid. Business follows bureaucracy, so the family signed on to an ox caravan that was headed north. Miguel’s father was a barber and a surgeon, and deaf;  and decided to follow the population that was following the king to his new quarters.

“That’s where the jobs are.”

In that same year John’s mother moved her fatherless children to Medina del Campo, a weaving center on the road between Madrid and Valladolid, after an unsuccessful plea to her deceased husband’s family for help. On arrival, she did not have a job, but her weaving skills were good enough to find work. She also was a wet nurse.

Nine year old John was an accomplished beggar. His slight stature and dark eyes were a sales gimmick seen by the highway people who camped for a night or two at the edge of town.

John could tell that Mike’s family had food in one of the ox carts. Although on the road with all their possessions, they were not poor. John hung around between the food ox and Mike’s mom, a tactic that had been successful for other caravans.

Little Miggy started crawling around toward the ox’s legs and John was suddenly worried that harm may come to the toddler. He was still shocked by the death of his older brother who lost his life a few years ago, saving John from an ox’s hooves.

editors note: so his beggar role was displaced by big brother behavior?

1551 Science 9/4

1551: Girolamo Cardano, studies of falling bodies

47-51 John to Aravelo

50-53 Mike to Valladolid

Faithfulness

There was some discussion about the budget; we watch much less on Netflix because there are very few movies that are any good. Someone suggested that there are other things to watch on Netflix besides movies. Try serial drama.

It was at the end of season one, after 20 episodes of “Friday Night Lights”, that it occurred to me that the writers or directors or producers- someone was packaging up passion in a way that kept us watching, addicted.  I have a deal breaker when it comes to television or movie drama. I will not tolerate a dirty cop. It so happens that there was a particular scene that allowed us to snap out of it and stop watching. Landy had just killed a man for the second attempted rape of Tyra. The dialog shifted to state that Landy’s dad was a cop (here is the epiphany) so the teen agers decided to throw the dead body into the river. In reality, if Landy’s dad was a cop he would not have acted that way. Landy was shown to be really smart so his actions were way out of character.

I learned later that his dad decided to destroy evidence when he learned about his son’s gallantry, but that’s another story.  I was able to stop the addiction. The drama was no longer compelling.

A few days later, after a failed new-year’s resolution to stop watching TV, the extended same thought flashed across my mental filter. While watching Law and Order, my all time favorite show, it occurred to me that all TV dramas are a packaging of passion. (click)

I sat down here, at the blog, to renounce Law and Order.  It feels good right now, let’s see how that plays out.

fathers

John’s father died when he was young. This will serve as a model to relate to other fatherless souls.

Mike’s dad was deaf. This will help relate to those whose fathers did not listen very well yet still made a living.

Resolutions, early on, have little happiness as an effect. Also, motivation to comply with the plan is almost non-existent. The two sentences above are a result of last night’s sleep-thinking. It seemed like a lot more information at the time. Later on, as the saying goes, edits and revisions will occur that will flesh out the body of a good idea. For now, they serve as markers on a new path. Anne Lamont would smile sarcastically at my minimal effort.

 

good books

“Christendom Destroyed, Europe 1717-1648” by Mark Greengrass, Viking, 2014

“Cervantes, a Biography” by William Byron, Paragon House, 1978

Why mention this in a blog?  For one thing this blog is not very busy. It has not been sponsored by a moneyed agenda or analyzed with Google Ads. I am the only reader, as far as I can prove. This posting is an exercise, shades of Anne Lamont who recommended writing to writers who want to write.

My talking about writing has been going on since my stillborn graduation from college over 5 years ago. This good book is hitting so many points in my own thinking and talking that I know I must finish it before I get back to my roman a clef about John and Mike.

Could be that I am not a writer after all. My talking about writing may be a coping skill that I invented in order to save face upon graduating into a vacuum.

As long as the domain name and site server has been paid for I can at least use the blog as a personal journal.