Wayzata, Minnesota

Friday, February 8, 2013

Sepia Saturday - 9 February 2013

We begin with a mystery man.

Why? Because Alan, from Sepia Saturday has sent us on a mission.  Do what we may with this man or the blizzard he's caught up in.

I'd rather avoid snow at all cost and begin my story with a kiss and not just a kiss, but THE kiss.

Their kiss.
  It was the kiss that changed his life forever!

But the very next day, she moved away.

So he vowed to find her again someday, and she never escaped his thoughts.

The fragile nature of this mystery man's situation had me baffled from the beginning.  The reality of her absence left him utterly desperate, almost to the edge of hysteria.  Still, he trudged on, searching for his one true love.

Such devotion after only one kiss.

Where, oh where could she be?

Of course he dreamed of the day that she'd be delighted at the arrival of one of his letters.  If, he only knew her address.  As days turned into weeks and months into years, he feared the unthinkable.

            What if she had become the most popular dame, married far too early and...

quite possibly became the mother of ten or more children by now?

Nah, she was much too beautiful and it was far more likely that she became,

a famous movie star, with no children and her own private cook.

What he wasn't so sure of, was if she would be a blonde,

or a brunette, but he knew she'd be famous.
So famous that she would have breakfast at Tiffany's every morning!

Just the very thought of her becoming an old housewife, irked his very soul.  On most days his mind filled with erotic thoughts of her until -

- he would cross paths with a couple kissing in the village square, causing his blood to boil!

Whether his determination in finding her would eventually lead to a resolution or not, he spent his days searching for her, and he quickly  became quite haggard, but he vowed not to be defeated.

I find it quite amusing, his being so blissfully unaware that I was following his every move.  Perhaps he was just that lost in his own sleuthing. 

Yes, there I am with the dog! (Ha Ha!)

 Finally, one afternoon I caught him muttering, to himself.  Perhaps you can see him standing by the doorway?  Of course I had to keep moving so he wouldn't spot me.  Just who was that couple kissing in the middle of the street?   Had he found his true love or not?

Apparently not, as he hurried away and left me stuck behind a squad of chattering ladies entering a cafe and a throng of other voiceless people moving quickly by.

By the time I caught up to him he had some how managed to collect his dog, and I watched quietly from behind a lunch cart while he observed a local artist.

After that day I had to give up my pursuit of him.
For a while I enjoyed not following him, and quite frankly nearly forgot all about him, until someone mentioned seeing his name in the morning newspaper.

Oh my, had he really turned to a life of crime?  There were rumors that he was in fact,

A gigolo with a heavy drinking problem and he quite literally fancied himself as a gun collector too!  He was well liked by all the ladies that's a fact.
Maybe he was an art thief as well?

It all made me quite curious again, after discovering such accusations, so naturally I turned to google.

It does appear, and I'm not quoting this from any fairytale either, but rumor has it that he may very well be the man behind the "Wooden Man" carved and deeply rooted into the ground somewhere in Marquette, Michigan.

Apparently, he never found his true love, because the only thing by his side is a wooden cane.
Moral to the story- Find another true love before you turn to wood!

For more Sepia Saturday posts 
(and quite possibly another story or two, about this mystery man)
go here


Peter said...

You may lack many things (obviously I don't know that), but fantasy is not one of them!
You are a great storyteller! And some great pictures too.

Eugenia O'Neal said...

Ha! That was wonderful! Very entertaining - the quest for one true love can lead to a wooden heart.

Jerry E Beuterbaugh said...

I...I...I had no idea... So, much of the pain from my past is the result of deeply-embedded splinters?

R. Mac Wheeler said...

bwa ha ha

I was just wondering...If I got off my meds, if I would follow after strangers on the street like you?

It might be entertaining.

I may try it.

*evil cackle*

Oregon Gifts of Comfort and Joy said...

Karen, this is one of your best! I was cracking up the whole time, and the moral of the story is great advice.

The first picture, of the two little kids kissing ... I could see a perfect shape of a heart, and when that happens it means there is true love between the two being photographed. (I just made that last part up, but it could be true.)

I loved the picture of you with your dog, you were stylin'.

Thanks for the fun post, what a great way to tell a story.


Kathy M.

tony said...

How Did You Know My Biography? Ach!Love Is Strange :)Great Post!

darlin said...

LOL you had my full undivided attention throughout his quest to find his true love.

The photo which has me thinking is the one of her kneeling at the stove, isn't that dress a bit racy for it's era? I like it and she looks fantastic, but I didn't even think they made dresses like THAT back then! lol

Excellent post, fantastic story ...

And TONY move on my friend, life's too short! ;-)

Filip and Kristel said...

Like the kids kissing but the picture of the woman opening the oven, well, that's just amazing. I can;t place why. Is it sexy, is it the colours?


Karen said...

This is a fantastically, entertaining post. Very clever, thank you for sharing it!

The Pink Geranium or Jan's Place said...

LOL!!!!! This was terrific, keep it coming. I am smiling so hards, my cheeks hurt!


Cloudia said...

you find the BEST stuff!

Sending YOU Aloha
from Honolulu,
Comfort Spiral
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Brett Payne said...

You do indeed hunt out the most riveting images. I am particularly interested in the biplane backdrop in the photographic studio, naturally, and appreciate your drawing my attention to it. More research needed ...

Anonymous said...

I enjoyed your well told and well illustrated story. Very entertaining! Thanks for sharing!

Hazel Ceej said...

That soundtrack of Breakfast at Tiffany's is at the tip of my tongue.... Your photos made me smile.

Alan Burnett said...

Now I am really glad I sent you on that mission because it produced your usual selection of fascinating images and interesting stories.

Little Nell said...

You were on great form when you wrote this Karen. to think that one picture could send you off on this entertaining, if somewhat nerve-racking, search. Great pictures and a well-written script to accompany them.

Kathy Morales said...

Great fun!

Karen S. said...

Peter- Thanks, especially coming from one of my favorite story-tellers in Sepia Saturday!

Karen S. said...

Jerry- absolutely- they can be stickers too!

Karen S. said...

Eugenia- Thanks for stopping and joining SS! Yep, one must be sure to never have a wooden heart!

Karen S. said...

R. Mac- being such an awesome writer that you are- I thought you got most of your material that way! Ha Ha!

Karen S. said...

Kathy- I have to admit I really had fun playing with this week's theme photo- Alan has a way of just putting the best out there!

Karen S. said...

Darlin- I so enjoy your comments- and if you get a chance to check out any of Tony's other posts with his blog- you'll see he really does know how to live! :)

Titania said...

I was on edge, would he or wouldn't he, unfortunately not a happy end.

Bob Scotney said...

I thought that what you have done is called 'stalking' these days. What fun!
I'd return the compliment - I wood if I could!

anyjazz said...

A lovely story woven with fine old photographs. Good one!


Yes, moving on seems like a sensible thing to do.

Wendy said...

What is your secret? Congrats on another exceptional post!