Irish Pennant

In the ‘old Corps’–a phrase I heard often as a boot when some of the ‘old salts’ made use of a quiet hour, the sun a half-disk of gold aflame out over the Pacific horizon–Irish pennants were any strap, string, or whatnot dangling in the breeze instead of stowed ‘shipshape’. One could be the capped end of one’s belt not tucked thru the next loop but dangling from the buckle. Or it could be the unused portion of a pack top flap strap not coiled up inside of itself but hanging down.

In general terms, something left unattended to—something to be gone back over and ‘squared away.’  Not concerned with appearances only, but even in the abstract, as far into the mists of human perception as a thought not re-considered for a fuller development.

The Irish pennant I’m leading up to is a part, a very small part, of an earlier novel, by name The Luna Light Gang, in which I showed town gossippers so busy citing a longtime peripatetic newsbearer character’s roaming the township as proof he’d sired three girls by three different wives  it masked his actual moonshine deliveries in Prohibition! The sort of mask created by the italicized title–revealed later if you don’t see it yet!

Down to brass tacks: The next novel to be a development in detail of that gossip. If there was truth in it, (or even if not) secure that Irish pennant by bringing that segment of Bergland annals  to its verbal life. Was Aslak the father of Vera Vincent and Jane Parker and even Toots Huntley? And can I make it into something more than a mere vignette, to parallel something as basic, as descriptive of the ‘human predicament’ as Leda and the swan. or a mini Iliad–Aslak as Achilles, or Paris, and Mrs Vincent Menelaus’ wife Helen?

Its time of alleged activity was during my pre-school years, rumors I heard bits of, so I’d have to imagine the actual details. For the three one-time wives, absent or gone cntirely husbands, before modern contraception? predating condoms? ‘wham-bams’ or protracted romances, delights or shame?  Lots of research needed, I think, in what was current in, say, 1930, before Aslak swam into Cynara’s ken in The Luna Light Gang.

‘Luna’ for ‘moon’, ‘light’ for ‘shine’–but you knew that, right?


About aslak122

writing novels, 7 so far; golf (again, with a titanium left shoulder) Jean, still really lovely a wife, cooks our(mostly my) noon meal, we forage separately for breakfast and evening snack. I rotate from cereal with extra raisins, banana slices, honey to 2 soft-boiled eggs (70 seconds boil over low gas) and a bagel (whole wheat). Oh, and with the cold cereal a precursor of yogurt--cherry or blueberry., and a cup or two of green tea, Lipton's if you please! And several ounces of red wine with the noon meal, opening with one of Jean's absolutely best salads. Takes a while to tell about good food, right?
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