Author Archives: Deborah Drucker

About Deborah Drucker

Native of California who has lived in the Los Angeles area for 37 years. I have a background in healthcare and in recent years I have acquired a teaching credential in Special Education. Currently I tutor students privately. Writing a blog and fiction is a new adventure for me.

The Light Organ

Quick search for word ‘lung’ showed word origin came from words for light as in not heavy because lungs of animals would float in water. (Thesaurus.com)

Can you believe that symptoms of tuberculosis used to be thought of as glamorous in the late 18th and early 19th century? I read that recently in an article from Hyperallergic. Maybe it’s not hard to believe because people with anorexic appearance are sometimes admired nowadays. I thought I was reaching an end in my genealogical research but I am still learning a few things. Some sad things I have read are that people in those early days, 1800s to early 1900s, died of drowning, appendicitis, and tuberculosis sometimes called phthisis. Death certificates cited lack of medical care. People even died in workhouses. Many children died young. I thought some of my ancestors would have given up after losing a spouse or their children. Especially during the hard years before and during WWII in Europe. I later discovered that some remarried and had more children. To me this illustrates their courage and optimism.


Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. Today’s prompt was ‘organ’, to pick an organ and write about it. Featured image of a painting by Edvard Munch of his sister Sophie who died of tuberculosis when he was 14.

Out Of Clues

Out of clues or leads to information about my ancestors and their descendants. I have been on an engrossing journey finding out about relatives I had never known I had. This includes finding out that my grandmother’s maiden name was different from what most of her family had thought. One of my aunt’s had written me about her maiden name over 30 years ago and I thought she was confused. I recently found a marriage record and my aunt was right. I was having trouble finding a record of my grandmother’s birth in Ireland and with the change in her maiden name, I found her. Now if I could only find out if any relatives are still living in Ireland.

I have been corresponding with a nice lady at a Irish Genealogy Center and she has been very helpful, too.

 


Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. Prompt today is to start and end post with a three-letter word.

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

Even though the sound of it is something quite percocious….It sounds a little gushy but I am excited to find I have cousins in California that I did not know I had. Through the genealogy research I have been doing so intently I found some new relatives. I am very happy about it because I had a small family and now many of them are deceased. My research has led me to ancestors in Ireland, England, Canada, and Scotland. I am feeling more connected to and a part of this family history. I still have a lot to find out but it wonderful to find more family in my own backyard. Amazing and super.


Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. The prompt for today is ‘sup.’ Featured image of ‘Ornamental knot’ by AnonMoos on Wikimedia.org

An Underground Railroad For Women Coming Out of Prison

The path of ex-prison inmates can often be a dark one. It is difficult to reintegrate into society and find people willing to give you a second chance. This month’s story is from the LA Times by Gale Holland about a woman, Susan Burton, who had been in prison 6 times in 20 years and is now dedicating herself to preventing other women from following the same path with her organization “A NewWay of Life Re-entry Project.” Her group has “thrown a lifeline to about 1,000 other women to interrupt the incarceration cycle that held her for 20 years; the project operates homes to help women leaving prison get back on their feet.”

You can read more about this remarkable woman and the work she is doing here: Turning prison past into a life’s calling


This story is part of the monthly We Are The World Blogfest #WATWB. This month’s edition is hosted by  Shilpa Garg, Simon Falk, Mary J Giese, Dan Antion,  Damyanti Biswas.

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Going Buggy

You may wonder why I haven’t been writing much lately. I’m still going a little buggy with the genealogical research. Genealogical, that word is a mouthful all by itself. I first thought genealogy should be spelled geneology. I should pronounce it gee-nee-aal-oh-gee but I want to pronounce it gee-nee-all-oh-gee. This is how I think when I have been doing too much research.

Talking about bugs, the spittle bugs are back on my rosemary bush. Yippee.


Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. The word for today is ‘bug.’ Featured image Spittlebug nymph by David Iliff on Wikimedia.

Her Unraveling

She felt like her life was falling apart. She had always prided herself on how in command of any situation she was. All was carefully planned and executed. It all started to unravel on that day. She would never forget it. Her company had a new CEO who was 20 years her junior. Conner Cassidy had big plans for shaking up the status quo with the latest business practices. Out with the old and in with the new. It turned out the old included her, Amanda Adams.

Amanda woke up with a start as the trash truck rumbled by her house. She usually would have been up and out much earlier but that was when she had a job. Now one day ran into another and a regular schedule escaped her. As her head cleared it took her a few minutes to realize where she was. She struggled to focus her eyes on the bedside clock.

“Ten o’clock! I better get going. I have the budget meeting in a half an hour.” That’s when she remembered there was no meeting. She didn’t work there anymore. Amanda dragged herself up and into the kitchen. She still needed her morning coffee. Some things never changed. As she sipped the strong brew she found herself ruminating on recent events.

” After devoting all those years to that company I’m thrown out without any apology or thanks for all my efforts. I hope they’re happy with that inexperienced new grad who replaced me.” Amanda recalled how Conner had lit up when Carey came in the room, his eyes following her every move.

“This is getting me nowhere. I’ve got to stop thinking about it.”

Amanda had been given a severance package and realized she was luckier than some of her friends who had been retired from their jobs before they were ready. She just felt at such a loss.

“What do I do now? I wasn’t ready to stop working this soon. I hoped to work for at least 10 more years. I’ve got to try to move on but I don’t want to work for minimum wage at a job I hate.” She was lucky she had the severance but would have to cut back on expenses. Her house was on the market and she hoped to find a smaller place in a less expensive area. In the meantime, she needed to get out of the house. She signed up for a class at the local community college. It was a class on Film Noir. She had seen it listed in the college catalog before but never felt she had the time or energy when she was working. Now she had the time, plenty of time.

Her eyes scanned the room on the first night of class. Except for a few younger ones, most of her classmates were her age. The instructor was introducing the films they would be covering. As he spoke she found her mind wandering. She had seen many of the films long ago. They were before her time but she had always liked those old black and white films. One film on the list stood out in her mind. It was called ‘Dial M for Murder,’ about a man plotting his wealthy wife’s death so that he will inherit her money.

Amanda found herself enjoying the class and was an eager participant in the group discussions. She enjoyed the film screenings put on by the instructor. She and her classmates had fun dressing up in the styles that were depicted in the films.

The last film of the series was to be Amanda’s favorite ‘Dial M for Murder.’ Her blonde hair made her a perfect fit to match the lead character, Margot, who was played by Grace Kelly. The class had a great time at the party after that last screening. Amanda knew she would miss everyone after it was over. She did write down a few of her classmate’s numbers and hoped they would connect again soon.

It was a warm evening and she left the French doors open. She was getting ready for bed when she heard the telephone ring. She glanced at the bedside clock and saw it was after 11. Who could be calling at this time of night? She walked into the living room to answer the phone when he stepped out from behind the French door curtains.


This Flash Fiction is part of the WEP Write…Edit…Publish June 2018 Challenge ‘Unraveled Yarn,’ hosted by Denise Covey, Yolanda Renée, Nilanjana Bose, and Olga Godim.

Word count: 730

Full Critique

***The last part of the story follows from the plot of ‘Dial M for Murder.’ I thought it was fun to work it into my story. Featured image of Retirement Tiara by Steven Depolo on Wikimedia.org

WEP CHALLENGE FOR JUNE....UNRAVELED YARN.