My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Goodwood Duxford tales… Pepperidge Township shops shuttered their storefronts. Residents locked their doors and turned out their lights. A self-imposed curfew emptied the town streets, even dogs hid under porches and in barns sensing what ghastly horde was about to descend on their homes and lives. Concealing herself inside her bedroom closet, buried under a … Continue reading No man’s land
Goodwood Duxford tales... A motley crew of the living and dead milled around a stone bench at the center of Gramberly Cemetery. Goodwood Duxford, the leader of the group and caretaker of the graveyard, told the gathering about the mysterious wandering ghost and the forgotten section of Gramberly. “I first encountered the spirit two weeks ago,” … Continue reading Bridge between
Goodwood Duxford tales… The inside of the caretaker’s home belied the rustic outside. Covered in ivy, the house was nearly lost in the foliage. it’s front door only visible through a neatly trimmed opening. Goodwood Duxford, the hereditary caretaker and ghost wrangler at Gramberly Cemetery, was as meticulous in his housekeeping duties as he was … Continue reading Uncharted territory
Goodwood Duxford tales… Papers and open books were scattered across the oak library table. Battered from years of lovers carving their initials in the surface, school kids stabbing it with frustrated pencils and pens, and boot heels scraping off varnish during long naps, its patina was still rich and deep. Goodwood Duxford and Frankie Harp … Continue reading A view of heaven
Goodwood Duxford tales… A picnic basket was packed with cold fried chicken, still warm buttermilk biscuits slathered with amber honey, slices of homegrown tomatoes, fresh juicy strawberries and chocolate cake with buttercream frosting. Goodwood Duxford graciously declined Jonny’s offer to come along to play his drums, well as Roger Oakley's offer to loan his 1931 … Continue reading Visiting hours
Goodwood Duxford tales… Dandelions sprang up as if overnight, dotting the garden grounds in little fluffy, yellow polka dots. Instead of his usual equipment, Goodwood Duxford, caretaker and hereditary ghost wrangler at Gramberly Cemetery, filled the pockets of his carpenter’s apron with pruning shears, a trowel, a small spade, and a water bottle filled, not … Continue reading Family reunion
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