TIMECRAFT

The only time we got to talk anymore was at the kitchen table. Charli stayed busy during her day not only keeping the home fires burning but taking care of all the vast and sundry things it takes to make a house a home. She cooked and cleaned and ironed and visited and shopped and made it possible for me to work so very hard and long on something we both knew was mighty important. She wasn’t employed now but had always been the best worker in any workforce she found herself in. At mealtimes she always asked me what I was up to and to find out if anything was of interest to her. Naturally I always tried to sound fascinating and as if everything I was doing was of the utmost importance and of a life or death situation, but it usually wasn’t warranted. I could tell by looking at her bright eyes if I was catching and keeping her attention. I usually failed. She never cared about politics or the business aspects of the Holoscape. But when I started going back in time to discover all our roots then her eyes and ears perked up, considerably. I discovered that she had Native American ancestry in Virginia and that my great grandmother was a full blood Native American Indian from Oklahoma. Over the past two months I had made a concerted effort to find mankind’s origins and to see how far back the Scape would allow me to go. I spent more than a few sleepless nights and even missed a meal or two on several occasions. Dealing with and looking at hundreds and thousands of years of past reality, or a hundred times that amount would take a marked toll on anyone and could take more time than I’d been allotted here on mother earth. You can’t just go day by day and accomplish much. And it isn’t like you have set dates or places to go to observe the best examples. It takes time, too much time, and extra time I don’t have. So, I got around to condensing most of it, to give a birds eye view of what I saw taking place. Interpreting it wasn’t a problem. The truth was right there in view, I could all but touch it. Some of the languages I ran across, if they were languages, simply got lost in the translation. The Scape’s translator component didn’t seem to work at least some of the time in the distant past and at other times the tribes or peoples I visited just didn’t say much at all. The farther I went back, with continental drift and tectonic plates at work, I couldn’t pinpoint certain locations even with latitude and longitude to compare them with most known maps. One of the first things I had to do was throw away all my preconceived notions about what I had ever been told or learned about history and prehistory.