Rosa Straud 2
Excerpts from The Silver Spoon by Rosa Straud:
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My childhood was idyllic. I grew up in the most beautiful setting -- Windenburg, near the ocean, where a genuine sea monster lurked. I was the granddaughter of two aristocrats -- Luna Villareal, and Count Vladislaus IV.
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My childhood was filled with excursions to distant playgrounds, and I attended regular school.
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But I preferred the company of my stuffed bear Blarffy…
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...and my family members, like Great-Uncle Hugo, who made wonderful meals...
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...and my darling grandmother, Luna. She was the one who made sure I did homework...
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...and washed my hands thoroughly.
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She also encouraged me to develop my interest in playwriting. "Each puppet represents a part of you," she would tell me. "In fact, each puppet is you, but a different facet. Even when they quarrel, remember that."
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One year, winter in Windenburg was terrible, with one blizzard after another.
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Grandfather suffered; in fact, all of us did, and we referred to the vast expanse of the front lawn as Siberia.
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Even so, Grandmother's death came as a horrible shock.
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I begged for her life to be spared -- just one more day so that I could tell her how much I loved her. But the Grim Reaper was implacable. "I've exceeded my quota, kid," he told me. "Sorry, and all that, but you know how it is."
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With one swipe of his blade, Grandmother was taken, and something inside me broke.
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Even Great-uncle Max -- who is not noted for his tender heart -- was grief-stricken by her death.
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Eventually, I became a teen-ager and discovered that I had inherited the family curse. No, not clumsiness, although I do seem more prone to slipping on ice than the others.
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Like my grandmother and my great-grandfather before her, I am what we euphemistically call "erratic." "Crazy as a coot," my Uncle Frank calls it.
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But as curses go, it's not so bad. We celebrated Mother's birthday right after mine.
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As a present, I read my dramatic monologue to her. I've done so well with Drama Club that I made Junior Artiste almost as soon as I became a teen. I think I'll go into drama as a career, but as a playwright rather than an actress -- unless I decide later that I want to take to the stage myself.