The Parallel Parliament

Glen Pearson

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The Journey of Forgotten Memories

Posted on February 10, 2019

I opted to release the chapters of my latest novella – Life Among the Stones– as sequential blog posts to help draw attention to the rapidly evolving world of Alzheimer’s disease.  As people live longer, the occurrence of Alzheimer’s and dementia have mushroomed, causing many observers to note that we might be on the verge of an epidemic. Life Among the Stones is a fictional account of a remarkable woman – 81-year-old Alberta Alexander.  The novella opens with her seeing her dead husband’s face in an elevator as the doors close.  Thus, begins her complicated and revealing journey into Alzheimer’s.  With her two adult children fully signed on as caregivers and a long-lasting friend as her physician, Alberta moves into the process determined to retain her inner core of dignity,…

Life Among the Stones – Epilogue

Posted on February 1, 2019

The funeral had been an unexpected affair.  The length of the nave at St. James was like a busy roadway, people coming and going in all directions, seeking seats to park themselves in.  Standing off to the side from where the choir sang, Jennifer, Elizabeth and Robin had a direct line of vision on those in attendance. “My goodness, it appears as though all of Fleet Street has come to show their respects,” noted Elizabeth, her keen eye and connections to London’s elite apparent.  Fleet Street had been the home of England’s great publishing houses that had planted themselves there since the 16thcentury.  The name itself had become synonymous with the country’s newspaper industry. Elizabeth then noted the forlorn, but well-fashioned figure of Amit Laghari, Alberta’s only superior…

Life Among the Stones – Away in a Manger (Chapter 16)

Posted on January 27, 2019

The shops of Clerkenwell came alive at Christmas.  A civic culture that went back centuries had developed traditions and practices geared towards bringing citizens together through song, eating, celebrating, and, naturally, shopping.  A timely Christmas Eve falling of fresh snow introduced an even more heightened collective sentimentality. Sandy and Alberta had always maintained his family’s tradition of opening presents on Christmas Eve, exactly at midnight.  These had been some of the happiest moments of life for Jennifer and Robin and almost always led to nights of no sleep. This occasion was obviously going to be different, as everyone understood that it would likely be Alberta’s last.  That knowledge created a poignant sense of joy and tragedy that permeated everything the family did.  The routine was always the same –…

Life Among the Stones – To the Castle and Beyond (Chapter 11)

Posted on January 19, 2019

Alberta had wanted to walk from the Principal Hotel to the base of Edinburgh Castle and then along the winding road to the top of the great cliff.  It had been a mistake.  The ups and downs of the trek had tired Jennifer, but had exhausted her mother. The uneven conditions of the alleys and pathways had made for precarious walking, leaving Jennifer to reach for and steady her mother on more than a few occasions. They talked frequently along the way but concentrated mostly on putting one foot in front of the other in order to get to the base of the great castle.  There were clouds coasting through the increasingly pale blue sky but mostly the sun was permitted to shine freely over the ancient city.  …

The Secret Nook – Chapter 8 (Light and Valleys)

Posted on October 5, 2018

The next morning, on a whim, Meadow emptied a tank of gasoline driving around the region she had known and enjoyed so well as a child, then as a precocious young teenager. Clifton Forge, she remembered, had a rich history that dated back to the 1700s, even before the great Revolution. It had remained a small town until the 1820s, when iron was discovered, resulting in a burgeoning industry thriving on both sides of the Jackson River.  One of the key citizens of the community owned the largest iron forge and named the town “Clifton” in honour of his father.  Clifton Forge, as a name, became official. She remembered portions of that information, since it had been part of local lore when she was a kid…