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Resurrection (tentative title)

Work on the book about my father resumes, all true, even my son, my fahter’s only grandson; the only son mine from conception through birth –I won’t go into the details of that, except to express my thanks to a Bangladshi sperm donor. and the man in my life, Thomas Robert Higginson, that wonderful and complex man.  I introdcuce my father and his father to the most important men in my life, my son Ansted:

a photo of Ansted , and of Ansted with me:

 

 

 

 

Some pictures of Thomas:

 

 

 

I will never reveal his legal name, although I know it; that just wouldn’t be fair?  If his identity is ever revealed, he will have to reveal it, not me.  I could even post some photos of this man and myself, but not at this time; he must remain enigmatic, incognito

Just know that he is real, and it is perfectly fine if you bcome jealous of him, after all, he is the man appointed to this honor of  well, being the world’s greatest lover –not sayng he is perfect, as he does tend to misunderstand things, even when I am prasing him, but he deserves every  word of praise I give him,  and he has taken a lot from me, but all in the spirit of how much I love him, but the realiy of him is a bit too private to share, some images of my father:MY FATHER IN HIS FAVORITE LIVING ROOM CHAIR

 

 

 is introduced to nsted my son, and to Thomas Robert  who never got to meet him while he lived,  One of the great tragedies of the world.  Even those who saw him, did not know him, glimpses only, but no real sense of the complexity and loving nature of his character; I am doing the best that I can

 

as well as my paternal grandfather:

 

Frizzell Brasier, father of Calvin Brasier, a farmer

 

that’s about it for now.  I will probably write all through the night. There is so much good that I must say, (not that I don’t want Thomas Robert Higginson himself to say more good about me, and about the book 

 

Thomas Robert persists in Calling mea great writer” –-maybe I am, but I have a great someone to write about, but only I (and Thomas Robert of course) are privy  to the details.  

 

I can post no more details without giving away his identity,   but I advise all of you to search for a man like him, and maybe, although unlikely, for there is only one Thomas Robert Higginson, but search anyway, and perhaps you will come close.  

 

The point is not to identify my son or Thomas Robert himself; the point is to introduce this exceptional man to the small world (that reads my stuff) and is interested in a different model of a man, of a human being, of the outcome  (me)

 

from such a man  who married my mother and is still exceptional although he died in 1980, and would love all the science and technology, things he missed during his life from 1923 – 1980; above all he would have adoresd computers, and he would have had one.  No doubt several of them.

 

If I miss anything, it is the sound of his voice.  Think of all the ways he could be captured, and he used to sing –such capture with just a phone.  

 

I am sure I will dream about all of this tonight.

 

 

 

my father and I: precious photos.  My mother also in the first one.

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Book about my Father

Calvin Theodore Brasier

My father

I share only the beginning of this manuscript:

 

Silence of the Lambs” is one of my favorite movies; I like Jodie Foster, as Clarice, outstanding performance, and Anthony Hopkins as the serial killer Hannibal Lector, pure genius, and I am curious about impulses to kill, that loss of control, seems to me, that devaluing of human life, such intellectual murderers do interest me, that complexity of the mind, so smart, genius actually, and yet, killer instincts emerge; in all of us carnivores but controlled, animals killed (ideally humanely) , slaughtered, butchered and for sale in neat styrofoam packages under shrink wrap, or if purchased fresh —(fresh meat—collegiate or not) just wrapped in butcher paper, but her film “Contact” even better, for few understand how important my father is to me, but Foster’s character Ellie Arroway fully comprehends; we are as sisters concerning relationships with our fathers; his death will always bother me, although it happened in 1980.”

 

copyright © 2017 by Thylias Moss. Published by arrangement with the author.  All rights reserved.

I am just glad to have a draft done.  My father is one of the most important men in my life; my manuscript involves a few other living persons, and I have sent a copy to those involved; hoping that they won’t mind  inclusion. Hoping they will understand how important this book is to me.  

Especially Mr. Muse.  I pray that he understands. Everything.

Here is one of the impactful “Contact “scenes:

this is all for now.  It exists. And I am very glad indeed. 

   my father                             and my grandfather 

 

My Father and I

He even created my first name for me. Details are in the book.

I am quite aware of just how lucky I am.

The Golden Library of Knowledge, sample covers of the books my father bought for me durting our very long walks, Father and Daughter.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Calvin Theodore Brasier, my father

my father smoking a Pall Mall. These cigarettes killed him.