<p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. It is that scene of red sand mixed with scree. Rough scrub bushes dot this landscape. Green lush flora carpets this portion of the earth. There are rocky cliffs with rifts. Clouds are reflection and collection in those placid waters. Some old log cabins inhabit this place. Large boulders so old sit like monuments to the sea.✌️❤️📚 </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">11th.Nov.2022</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. It's hard to imagine that there was once a street where people could meet and greet one another. The strength of the sea swept away that street. Those sea waves ride so high. A place where once there was a dock and now there are only tiny blocks. Some of those old buildings are still there with a care for them. Telephone wires crisscross the streets not so very neat. It is those stores that still sit by the roaring sea.✌️❤️📚</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">14th.Nov.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Welcome to " Treasure Hunters" with Helmet and Ringo. Elizabeth:" Hobbs actually I am looking for an heirloom of mother's." Hobbs:" Which one would that be?" Elizabeth: You mean there are more?" Hobbs:" Yes there are." Elsa:" Do you have them?" Elizabeth:" What do you know about them?" Hobbs:" I might have a few." Elsa:" Can I see them." Hobbs:" Not yet I want to know what Elizabeth knows. Elsa didn't mother leave you a small gesture of her love?" Elsa:" I have yet to see it." Hobbs:" I know there was a list of certain items. Some were lost and some found." Elizabeth:" I wonder." Hobbs:" I wonder what Liz?" Elsa:" Do tell us." Helmet:" That Elsa knows something." Ringo:" Why do you say that?" Helmet:" Whose dresses are they looking through?" Ringo:" But are all of those dresses hers?" Helmet:" I think there is tension between the sisters." Ringo:" How is that?" Helmet:" Remember Elsa felt left out. Her mother didn't leave her anything." Helmet:" Maybe yes and maybe no. I don't want to ever assume anything."</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. It is those high of flowers so still. It is those wild flowers piled so high. Their vibrant colors hover beneath the tall evergreens. I pick some flowers from the orange thickets. The fields by the sea yield those carpets of flowers. Brown rocks surround the embankment. It is the different colored clouds that shroud this landscape.✌️❤️📚</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">16th.</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. It is that hollowed out tree that the spotted owl lives in. Sometimes they try to deforest these forests. Tall trees are now cut off and sit like old tree stumps in the mist. Tender saplings happen to grow. Those tender saplings happen to take years to grow. We called them clear cuts that would appear. Those old growth forests are still there with a care.✌️❤️📚</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">19th.</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. It is those wide open spaces that once graced this small town. It was those fields that yielded acres of wheat grasses. Those places where I was prone to walk alone among the fields. Then those houses came and crowded these fields. That stillness soon left those hills. The spring would never bring those baby lambs to graze again. It was these changes that rearranged our small town.✌️❤️📚</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">21st.Nov.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Welcome to " Treasure Hunters" with Helmet and Ringo. Elsa:" Hobbs what heirlooms did mother leave you?" Hobbs:" She left me her garden tools." Elsa:" That's ridiculous.Who cares. I am talking about her expensive items." Hobbs:" What expensive items are you talking about? She left me her diary." Elsa:" I don't care." Hobbs:" What do you mean? Those were her last words. You ought to read what she said about you." Elizabeth:" I didn't know she left a diary. May I see it sometime Hobbs?" Hobbs:" I would be glad to show it to you Liz." Elsa:" Is there a list of her Jewelry?" Hobbs:" That is very interesting. Let me think. It will take me a few minutes to bring you the diary Elizabeth." Elsa:" Who cares about that diary. I want those documents. I know they are here somewhere." Slovic:" Hello ladies. Where is Hobbs?" Elsa:" He went to get some ridiculous diary." Frederick:" Elsa what is so ridiculous about a diary. Maybe your mom has something important to say." Slovic:" What say you Elizabeth?" Elizabeth:" I am more interested in what mother has to say than what she left." Slovic:" That's just like you." Helmet:" I wonder what the matriarch left." Ringo:" Shhh! Helmet do you want them to hear you? We don't know who sewed that necklace in the lining of those dresses."</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. Water droplets cleave to those bamboo leaves. The water drips down the bamboo stalks as I walk. The morning dew still fills the red rose petals. Some dew has not flooded the new buds. It is the red gem of roses that the spring exposes. It is the sun's rays that stays upon the red rose. The red rose ignites the morning light.✌️❤️📚</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">25th.</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. It is that lake a mirror of that land once so near and dear to me. A place where now those sparse evergreens can be seen. It is those old dirt roads converted into gravel. It is those old empty wooden shells of those houses where once people dwelled. Sometimes one can recruit a piece of fruit from the old apple tree. It is those seeds of weeds that have grown tall. It is this lake view that is always new.✌️❤️</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">29th.Nov.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Welcome to " Treasure Hunters" with Helmet and Ringo. Hobbs:" Mother left some very important instructions in this diary. In this diary are her personal words and her last will and testament. Since none of you could make it for the reading. I have left many tokens of my affection for all of you. There were after all nine of you. Your father a Captain salvaged many treasures from those shipwrecks. This enabled us to start our own businesses and live comfortably. The dress shop was started for Elsa and helped make Elsa financially secure. Your brothers were set as lawyers and doctors. Elsa wanted more." Elizabeth:" Hobbs I don't understand. Why did mother say this? " Hobbs:" According to mother she wanted a firm hold on the family's finances." Elizabeth:" Why?" Elsa:" Because I am the oldest. I am the one that had to take care of all of you." Elizabeth:" I don't recall you having to take care of all of us. Do you know about this Hobbs?" Hobbs:" She did at times when mother was expecting another and PaPa was at sea." Elizabeth:" But isn't that what families do?" Hobbs:" But sometimes they think they deserve more. Mother was aware of your hard work Elsa and awarded you accordingly." Elizabeth:" I seem to remember that we all had our jobs and we worked together." Hobbs:" Elsa being the oldest had a big responsibility. She was told that she must live up to her responsibility." Elizabeth:" So because of this after all these years she wants more money?"</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. Long stemmed daisies spray their orange array. Thick waxed leaves of those florid orchids. It is those green ferns that turn on the breeze. It is that gentle flow of water that goes along those moss covered rocks. It is that lively green Ivy that covers these banks. Vines intertwine among the tree limbs. So many stacks of waxed leaves lay beneath the twigs and branches.✌️❤️📚</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">30th.Nov.</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. The fog lifts and drifts out to sea. The waves rise in size. Large whales slap their tails on the water. Small crabs grab those grains of sand. Small plots of land stand in the ocean. Clouds spread like threads through these patches of orange. That sunset lights the waters with great delight. ✌️❤️📚</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">2nd.Nov.</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. It is those fragrant woods where I once stood. It is this feature of all creatures big and small. Sometimes there are frogs on a log. Worker ants crawl across those plants. Sometimes it's those leaf eaters that get their treat at night. Leaves open and close out of sight. Some parts of the woods set in that wetness.✌️❤️📚</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">8th.Dec.</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. Sitting on a piece of driftwood I sift through my thoughts. It was here in this place so near and dear to me that I began to write. It was that history in this small seaport town that I began writing mysteries. How do I interpret those creative ideas? Do I keep the names the same of the people that I knew? My aim was to change some of the names. I would gather those character names of Sea Captains that sailed these seas.✌️❤️📚</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">9th.</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. Sitting on a piece of driftwood I sift through my thoughts. It was here in this place so near and dear to me that I began to write. It was that history in this small seaport town that I began writing mysteries. How do I interpret those creative ideas? Do I keep the names the same of the people that I knew? My aim was to change some of the names. I would gather those character names of Sea Captains that sailed these seas.✌️❤️📚</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">9th.</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. A bald eagle searches from its perch. It sits high among the red rocks beneath the sky. It is those miles of desert that lie in front. The eagle has a long way to go to know the land. The eagle gains flight over those grains of sand. There are no clouds to shroud this desert this day. The eagle flies under the glare of the sun and its wings glide on the warm air.✌️❤️📚</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">12th.Dec.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Welcome to " Treasure Hunters" with Helmet and Ringo chapter 82. Elizabeth:" I don't understand." Elsa:" Mother collected jewelry from all over the world. I have seen some of her Jewelry. Hobbs I know you know something about it." Hobbs:" I have very limited knowledge about her collection." Elsa:" Why is that Hobbs? Don't you have a list of her possessions?" Hobbs:" I believe mother didn't write everything down. Perhaps they are hidden somewhere." Elsa:" I don't believe it! Why would mother hide her collection? It belongs to us." Hobbs:" Does it Elsa?" Elizabeth:" This is very interesting. Hobbs could it be that mother had secrets?" Hobbs:" I don't know for sure. However, there may be things we don't know about mother's past." Elizabeth:" Didn't she work for someone in Russia?" Hobbs:" I am not so sure perhaps it was grandmother that worked for someone who was very important." Elsa:" What's so important about Russia? I never cared for it." Elizabeth:" That is our heritage and grandmother was born there. How can you say that?" Hobbs:" Perhaps the heirlooms have their connection to the motherland."</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. It is that state of the wooden gate. The gate stands on the land in front of me. It's a gate that is not new with a view. I open the gate to see what is new. It is a road that I know. It is the route of those houses. Some houses were built on a hill above the mill.✌️❤️📚</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">14th.</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. Those deer graze in that morning misty haze at Cape George. That place by the sea to be. So many views of the water always new. Houses made of windows you can choose so many views. It is those combinations of those decorations. It is that inspiration of the sea that you see from your front yard. It's where people want to be on any given day to stay.✌️❤️📚</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">16th.Dec.</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. It is those ocean waves of words that stay upon my day. Those words come in slow motion. I never know what the words will say on any given day. Sometimes that mixture of words paints a picture. That canvas that anthem of a life. Olive fingers linger on the piano keys. Olive fingers linger on the keys of the clarinet.✌️❤️📚</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">19th.Dec.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Welcome to " Treasure Hunters" with Helmet and Ringo. Chapter 83. Elizabeth:" Hobbs if my memory serves me correctly didn't someone work for the rich and famous in the Motherland?" Hobbs:" Let me think. I believe mother did hint at something." Elsa:" That sounds very interesting. I wonder what that could be? If it's heirlooms they could be worth a sizable fortune. I wonder where that fortune is?" Hobbs:" I do have some very expensive pieces to share. I don't know how much they are worth." Elsa:" Let me be the judge of that." Hobbs:" Not so fast Elsa! I thought I would bring out these earrings. Have either of you seen these before?" Elizabeth:" They are so beautiful!" Helmet:" Shh! Ringo those look like the earrings that might match the necklace." Ringo:" You could be right." Helmet:" I know Elsa is going to want those earrings." Elsa:" I have never seen these before. How do you know they are real?" Hobbs:" Mother left me a note concerning these earrings. They match a necklace from the old country." Elsa:" What necklace? Is it here? Do you know where it is?"</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. It is that fog that drifts on the edge of the trees on the ledge of the cliffs. I crept onto those finely cut cement steps. I grabbed those tree branched prevailing railings. I see a cottage among the dense foliage. I discovered that thick green patch of moss hair covered this cottage. Green specks grow on the window frames the same. Old wooden flower boxes attached to the window frames with red creeping phlox.✌️❤️📚</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. Sunbursts like lanterns float over the prairie. A place where strings of wheat drop their seeds. Old farm houses find a spot on these lots of acreage. Wild horses run their course on this land. It's that uneven ground that abounds. Large sunflowers drop their seed with speed. Water drifts and sifts through the soil of this land.✌️❤️📚</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">28th.Dec.</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. I brought my horse to the sea water. Large rocks dot and plot this land. A single mountain stands above those evergreen trees. Those streams are a reflection of a collection of nature's foliage. Pine trees and thin grasses in mass line this waterway. Those cliffs high above that seafoam below. It is those Orca whales that soar through the air and swim here.✌️❤️📚</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">30th.Dec.</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. A place a space where once autumn leaves defined a path. It is the many colored clouds that shroud the sky. Only to give those beams of color to those streams. That mist can't resist those bamboo stalks. It is those deep forests where animals sleep. Waterways so pristine can be seen. A place of rainfall and waterfalls.✌️❤️📚</p> <p class="ql-block">Welcome to " Treasure Hunters" with Helmet and Ringo. Chapter 85. Hobbs:" I believe Papa had a say in the family heirlooms and jewelry that we found. I believe there are secret hiding places in this house that maybe we are not aware of." Elizabeth:" That makes sense to me because dad didn't always show us what he found. I know he had a bottle collection. I wonder what else he had?" Elsa:" It looks like we have a few places to look in this house." Helmet:" Ringo:" We have some of those bottles." Elsa:" It has been a long time since I have been in this room. It was not dad's favorite room." Elizabeth:" No it wasn't. It was mother's favorite room." Elsa:" I never knew that." Elizabeth:" She spent hours in here reading." Hobbs:" What you all don't know is that mother collected jewelry boxes." Elsa:" I had no idea. Do you know where they are at." Elizabeth:" Hobbs was mother hiding something from us children." Hobbs:" Let's try to find these boxes."</p><p class="ql-block">Hobbs:" It looks like we will be working as a team. We will search through all of the rooms." Helmet:" Wow! We are going to find more treasures." Ringo:" Shh! Remember that necklace? I think it was secretly willed to Elizabeth." Helmet:" Won't Elsa raise a big stink?" Ringo:" I wonder if the mother did it or was it someone else from the old country that did it." Hobbs:" Remember no one is allowed to remove anything from the premises without my permission. Shall we get started?" Elizabeth:" Where shall we start first Hobbs?" Hobbs:" How about the Library?"</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. It is those wooden rail fences that define this countryside. Blue waxed leafed flowers are scattered among the wheat fields so real. Still waters separate those hills. Red spring leaves drift on the spring breeze. It is that blue butterfly that morning dew from those flowers with that blue hue. Purple lilies fill those hills among the rocks. It is that fascination with those placid lakes.✌️❤️📚</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. It is that admiration of that adoration of the forest. I sit on a rock in front of a stream with a sunbeam. It is a place a space of the many colored butterflies. They fly among the trees and land on the leaves. The trees bend and send their leaves to the forest floor. Sometimes the forest rearranges those strange looking trees. The trees curve and swerve in many different directions.✌️❤️📚</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. It is that admiration of that adoration of the forest. I sit on a rock in front of a stream with a sunbeam. It is a place a space of the many colored butterflies. They fly among the trees and land on the leaves. The trees bend and send their leaves to the forest floor. Sometimes the forest rearranges those strange looking trees. The trees curve and swerve in many different directions.✌️❤️📚</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. Some people in this town flock to those new docks. There are more boats that float here than ever before. The old buildings are never still. They are always hustling and bustling with people. Some barnacled rocks get tossed on these docks. This place a space called Point Hudson. This town has changed upon its aging stage.✌️❤️📚</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. It is that afternoon so soon in the forest. This cabin so small and yet so tall. I pour that warm cup of tea that be. The trees a picture and fixture in this place. It is that simplicity of this place a space. The waters rush without a hush. It is this activity of tranquility.✌️❤️📚</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. It's a steep climb into this wooden house of mine. I light a small stove in this cove of trees. A candle burns in those lantern lights at night. It is that rose colored porcelain cup of tea that I sniff as my thoughts drift. To a place where I am to move my wooden pencil across this paper on this table. It is not time to disturb those dried herbs. It is that brand new tree growing next to me.✌️❤️📚</p> <p class="ql-block">Welcome to " Treasure Hunters" with Helmet and Ringo. Chapter 87. Elizabeth:" What all of you don't know is that Papa had a lot to do with what is in these boxes. I know you never thought he never came into this room. Mother and Papa spent many hours putting together everything that is in each one of these boxes." Elsa:" How come I never knew this?" Elizabeth:" Because it has been held in trust in secret. Many of these items have been left to other members of our family." Helmet:" I can hardly believe this. We just came to find the mystery of the necklace." Ringo:" Look what mystery has unfolded." Elizabeth:" Each box is hand carved differently. I will take the box into the library." Elsa:" No!" Helmet:" Do you see what I see?" Ringo:" I don't believe it!" Slovic:" No!" Frederick:" No!" Hobbs:" I never knew." Elizabeth:" Yes everyone this box is filled with genuine pieces of gold worth a fortune. If you notice all of these boxes have been imported from other countries." Elsa:" Part of the export/import business." Hobbs:" I am in the dark about this." Helmet:" This is getting interesting." Ringo:" I wonder what could be so valuable that this was hidden for so many years." Helmet:" Maybe their mother wanted to avoid a big fight or maybe she had secrets?" Ringo:" Maybe she didn't have any secrets." Helmet:" Maybe she hid these boxes for the fun of it." Ringo:" That's ridiculous!" Elizabeth:" I know all of you are eager to find out what is in each and every one of these boxes." Elsa:" I know some of this jewelry may belong to me." Elizabeth:" I happen to have a list of all of the things that are in these boxes. Rather than read the list. I will open each box and tell you about them." Ringo:" Something is about to happen. I can feel it." Helmet:" What do you think?" Ringo:" Unforeseen things."</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. I walk through a door to explore. It is those single pain windows stained with a light color. They chimed the time of these old Victorians. Those crystal chandeliers hang from those high ceilings so clearly. So many slender wooden framed windows the same. It is those marbled top mantles over the fireplace a space. It is that recollection that collection of wallpaper.✌️❤️📚</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. It is a place a space to learn. These drawers of dried herbs open from the earth. A place where the hands work the mortar and pestle a vessel. Those herbs crushed and dropped on those papers and those vapors fill the room. That fire of burning coals in a small stove. It is that balance of herbs a fixture of that mixture. It is that pen and ink linked to those old recipes.✌️❤️📚</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. Seagulls flock to those distant shores to explore. Rainbow colored birds stand on those branches. Pristine green waters flow beneath the Palm fronds. It is those miles of piles of red rocks. It is that treasure of pleasure by the sea. Tiny Islands line the base of these mountains. The morning sun sets and rests on those mountains.✌️❤️📚</p> <p class="ql-block">Welcome to "Treasure Hunters" with Helmet and Ringo. Hobbs:" I can hardly believe it! How did this happen?" Elsa:" I never thought of this." Helmet:" It's going to be very interesting." Ringo:" I wonder who gets the money." Elizabeth:" This is just a fraction of Papa's collection of gold coins. It was left in case of an emergency. As you know many ships went down in front of our house." Elsa:" Why didn't he tell us?" Elizabeth:" You have all been taken care of financially. This box was left for our grandchildren."Elizabeth:" These boxes belong to Papa." Helmet:" Wow! I wonder what's in the box?" Elizabeth:" This next box has a piece of paper. Papa left me a yacht." Ringo:" What? Do you know how much they are worth?" Helmet:" They are worth several houses." Elsa:" What are you going to do with a yacht?" Elizabeth:" We are going on a trip." Hobbs:" Where?" Elizabeth:" Papa had secrets." Elizabeth:" I think we should pack up some food." Elsa:" I will help." Helmet:" We are going in a yacht?" Ringo:" This is a surprise!" Hobbs:" Is there anything else we need?" Slovic:" How about flashlights and candles?" Frederick:" I wonder where we are going. I wonder what is on that Island?" Helmet:" I wonder what that old Captain has buried there." Ringo:" Very interesting. This is a big yacht! I wonder how much it costs for gas?" Helmet:" I am thinking of where they could be going. I wonder if it is a deserted Island?" Ringo:" I can't help but feel that someone lived there or is still living there." Helmet:" That is interesting. I am glad they have plenty of food. Maybe we can go fishing." Ringo:" That would be fun. We can build a campfire and roast our fish." Helmet:" That sounds delicious."</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. Pockets of rocks sit on this land. Waterways those gateways. A place where the different colored lights reflect the night sky. Trees lay on their sides and reside here. It is a place of lush and plush green carpet hills. It is those endless bending waterfalls. A place where the red hills form those white froth a broth of water.✌️❤️📚</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. Those gray cliffs that reach high in the sky. A place of tiny villages that reside in this countryside. Pockets of green moss cover those rocks. One can stand on these cliffs and cast their eyes to the land below. It is that sharp contrast a blast of color. Yellow, browns and greens can be seen. Sometimes it is those dried coconut trees that shed their leaves.✌️❤️📚</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. It is those clouds like fountains that travel down those mountains. Those silver threads of clouds crest in the sky and rest. They cast their shadows among those meadows. Those clouds so small and yet so tall. Like smoke they seal those fields in a haze. A slight breeze clears the haze on those lazy spring days. It is those fields of golden wheat that line those streets.✌️❤️📚</p> <p class="ql-block">Welcome to " Treasure Hunters" with Helmet and Ringo. Chapter 89. Ringo:" I recognize those waters." Helmet:" So do I. I remember all of these Islands. Don't some of them have names? Yes they do." I love sailing on the straits of the San Juans." Helmet:" You know we can sail through here and catch a ferry to Victoria BC. Canada. Have you been there?" Ringo:" Yes I have." Helmet:" I have never been to this Island. If you take a ferry you can only walk on. You cannot take your car here." Ringo:" Why not?" Helmet:" Because it is such a small Island. They want to keep it for walking." Ringo:" Who knows how far we will have to walk." Helmet:" It will be good for you." Helmet:" Why do we always have to arrive at night? I want to see the sights." Ringo:" Do you know who we are traveling with? Look at how they dress. They dress like the horse and buggy days." Helmet:" They dress up like that in our town to take tourists around. It's a tourist attraction." Ringo:" So let me get this straight. We are tourists on this small Island." Helmet:" I have never been here have you?" Ringo:" No." Helmet:" I heard that the rich and famous live here." Ringo:" Who would that be?" Helmet:" Bill Gates lives here." Ringo:" Bill Gates lives here on Shaw Island. I never knew that. Who would have thought he would pick this little out of the way Island. I can hardly believe it." Helmet:" Interesting. Here we are solving a mystery where Bill Gates lives. Who knew! I wonder where we are going?" Ringo:" There aren't that many houses here." Helmet:" Let's see you have to walk onto this Island. Some people can't do without their cars." Elizabeth:" We are almost there." Elsa:" Have you been here before?" Elizabeth:" Yes this was Papa's and our secret place. It was like being on a ship." Elsa:" I never knew this place existed." Ringo:" I wonder if we are going to a house built like a ship?"</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. Yellow butter cups spring forth in those green fields to be seen. Some of the tallest mountains are here so near. Green ferns lean against those trees. It is the power of the sun that causes those flowers to grow. It is the farmers that till the earth so still. It is the many kinds of trees that be. It is that moment a movement in the firmament of clouds.✌️❤️📚</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. Brown curtains pulled away from that window on display. The rain drips down my window pane. Candles light the night. Books strewn all over the room. Reading classes pose on my nose. My eyes drift to that old wallpaper in shifts. On this table I know there are those old fables.✌️❤️📚</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. I look at those walls of books. It was at a time when pen and ink was that link to my drawings. I drew those faces of that place of my ancestors. So many came and went and lent their voices to me. It was that food that put me in the mood to speak their language. Then again it was those throngs of my ancestors that sang those songs from the old country. As a child I began to listen to their language so near and dear.✌️❤️📚</p> <p class="ql-block">Welcome to " Treasure Hunters" with Helmet and Ringo. Chapter 90. Elizabeth:" We have arrived isn't it beautiful?" Helmet:" Wow! You could see this house from the water." Ringo:" It is so big. It has three floors."Elizabeth:" Papa and his boat crew built this house out of wood salvaged from shipwrecks." Elsa:" I never knew."Elizabeth:" I was the only one that came here. It was one of Papa's best kept secrets. He loved it here." Elizabeth:" Welcome aboard the good ship Captain Cornelius. This house is registered with the historical society." Helmet:" Wow! That means a lot. This house is worth a lot of money." Ringo:" Shh! We haven't seen the inside yet." Elizabeth:" Please come in." Elsa:" This looks like the inside of a ship." Elizabeth:" Papa wanted it that way. The house resembles a ship on the inside including crew's quarters. Let me show you one of Papa's rooms." Ringo:" Wow! Look at those sleeping quarters. Those beds one on top of the other. They are all made out of wood." Helmet:" Wow! There is an old Atlas. Look at this beautiful desk. It's huge." Elsa:" I didn't know he loved ships so much." Elizabeth:" That is why I love this place." Ringo:" I have never seen anything like this house before. On the outside it looks like a typical Victorian built in 1850." Helmet:" It's hard to believe that this place exists. These men knew how to build. Look at the fireplace and that picture must be the Captain in the wheel of a ship over the fireplace." Ringo:" I wonder what else is here." Elizabeth:" Let me give all of you a grand tour. Every piece of furniture that you see was thrown away. Papa found this furniture and refinished it. He didn't believe in wasting. If it can be fixed he fixed it." Elsa:" This is just beautiful." Helmet:" It's like a museum." Ringo:" The whole inside of this house looks like a ship." Elsa:" I can hardly believe what I am seeing. I need to sit down."</p> <p class="ql-block">Welcome to " Treasure Hunters" with Helmet and Ringo. Chapter 90. Elizabeth:" We have arrived isn't it beautiful?" Helmet:" Wow! You could see this house from the water." Ringo:" It is so big. It has three floors."E</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. It is a place where oil paintings stain those canvases. A wood carver a harbor of furnishings. His fingers linger on his tools. Shaping and scraping the wood. He never hesitates to create. Sometimes he creates a rocking horse that moves on its course. Then he paints and stains his wooden figures.✌️❤️📚</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. Sometimes there is no road in particular that fixture. It's that determination to choose that direction and reflect on it. It is that deliberate reaction in that action. Those decisions with precision. It is those small windows of opportunity under close scrutiny. Do we take them into consideration and reconsider those opportunities. It is that fulfillment of that enjoyment of that plan.✌️❤️📚</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. Sea spray spreads its haze. Those walls so tall of underwater sea kelp. It is those high waves a highway. A hint of yellow and red rocks a thumbprint. It is that yellow moon that looms in the distance. It is those miles of girth of that parched earth.✌️❤️📚</p> <p class="ql-block">Welcome to " Treasure Hunters" with Helmet and Ringo. Chapter 91. Elizabeth:" I spent many summers here as a child. One of my favorite things to do was sitting in Papa's Captains' chair. I liked pretending I was the Captain. Papa let me be the Captain. We had so much fun." Elsa:" I never knew that. I liked my dresses." Frederick:" I know." Slovic:" Elizabeth that is why you are so much like your Papa." Elizabeth:" I miss him. It took many years to build this house. He started building this house when I was born." Elsa:"Why did he do this?" Elizabeth:" Because that is who he was. No one really knew him. They never thought about how hard he worked. Mom knew and that's why she became a seamstress and a very successful one. She passed that gift onto you Elsa." Elsa:" I have so much more to learn." Elizabeth:" I wanted to see where Slovic and I raised our children. Our great grandchildren still visit and keep the place running smoothly." Slovic:" You remember all of the good times we had here. How many children did we raise?" Elizabeth:" Three sons and a daughter. Those were some of the best times of our lives. It was our place away from everything. I know you thought we lived some place else. You know that small place on Morgan Hill? We left that place a long time ago." Hobbs :" Let's have a grand dinner and celebrate this grand occasion." Elsa:" I never knew." Elizabeth:" It's because we all had various jobs that took us to different places. This is the Papa that you never knew. I have one more thing to discuss with all of you. To do that we must go back to the farmhouse." Hobbs:" How come you kept this a secret?" Elizabeth:" It's because all of his memories are attached to material things in many places. I tried to recover the family heirlooms. This house and the gold he left our children was all that was left." Elsa:" Where was I?" Hobbs:" You were in France." Elizabeth:" This is the most beautiful place I have ever lived."</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. It is those walls of books. Those years spent with peers in college. A new world began to twirl in my head. So many books to look at. Libraries so old with those untold stories. To labor over writing those papers. These halls with these walls of books.✌️❤️📚</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. It is that overgrown yard with seeds that are sewn. Fingers part the weeds to find the seeds. Shards of cement define this yard. Flecks of paint still remain on the old fence. It is that dark earth that sets this garden apart. Overgrown trees cover the stones. It is this place that tiny sprouts of green can be seen.✌️❤️📚</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. Sometimes it is those clocks that never stop. Sometimes it is those implements of those elements of chemistry. sometimes it is those formulas of Physics given in the classroom. That global yearning that sense of learning. It is those gears that shift and never drift. It is those pipes that fit just right. It is those laws of science that are compliant.✌️❤️📚</p> <p class="ql-block">Welcome to " Treasure Hunters" with Helmet and Ringo. Chapter 92. Elizabeth:" Are all of you ready to head back to the farmhouse?" Hobbs:" I just want to take a last look at the place." Elizabeth:" Elsa what about you?" Elsa:" I'm with Hobbs. I want to look around one more time." Helmet:" We are going outside on the deck." Elizabeth:" I will let you know when it's time to go." Ringo:" What a mystery! We never know where we will go." Elizabeth:" Now that we are back at our place of birth I have been searching for something of mother's. Hobbs:" What is it?" Elizabeth:" It's a necklace from the old country." Hobbs:" I have never heard of it." Elsa:" Neither have I." Elizabeth:" If you will all follow me please. I will show you what I found." Helmet:" Finally." Elizabeth:" Shall we all proceed up the stairs." Elsa:" Why are we going up here?" Elizabeth:" Don't you know?" Elsa:" This place is practically all closet space." Elizabeth:" Yes and what do you think is in these closets?" Elsa:" This can't be." Elizabeth:" But it is! Elsa:" Mother's dresses?" Elizabeth:" Yes and some of yours. Slovic has been helping me in collecting beads of a certain color. We have been collecting them in these cups. Some are fake and some are not." Elsa:" What is going on here?" Elizabeth:" I have been looking for something of mother's that she left. Mother was a seamstress. She was left a valuable necklace from the Tsar." Elsa:" Who left it to her?" Elizabeth:" Another member of the family who worked for the Tsar." Helmet:" I wonder what is going to happen?"</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. It is that small path that I have traveled. Water surrounds those discarded bricks and sticks. Small bridges cross those ridges. Things have grown around those stepping stones. It is those old trees that creep and sneak their way among the other trees. Red bark branches cushion the meadow lark. Peeled bark reveals the smooth tree trunks.✌️❤️📚</p> <p class="ql-block">A writer's corner. Feathered branches cover the heather. It is those branches that line my way to stay. It is those wet sets of trees. A breeze blows the moss hanging from the trees. Fallen logs are not all that's here. As I stand I take my hands and part the branches. This path twists and turns among these trees that be.✌️❤️📚</p>