Herkamer's middle of the night passion for a motorcycle had caused a series of troubles, and now his wife Gertrude's favorite music box was smashed to smithereens. When Gertrude stormed out of the bedroom to confront him for the third time, Herkamer tried to hide the jagged pieces in his front pants, but the main music mechanism which flew under the nearby bookshelf made a “Ding da Dink” sound. Gertrude heard it and said...
“Herkamer! No, no no! Not my great-grandmother's...” Gertrude's voice tapered off as she pushed her hand under the bookshelf to retrieve the music box. A tear ran down her face as she pulled the box out only to find the little music maker with one piece of ceramic attached. Gertrude slowly looked up at Herkamer who was now bearing a face that looked like a little boy who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and said, “Herkamer, how could you, why would you, what did I ever...” She burst into tears and cried.
Herkamer felt horrible, and went over to hug his wife. “I'm sorry, Gerty, I didn't mean to, I mean, it was an accident, and I, um, I, oh, this is all my fault. I'm so sorry. All I wanted was a motorcycle, and now look at all the trouble I've caused.” Gertrude held him for a few moments, and said, “I have an idea. Get the pieces that are in your front pants...” Herkamer attempted to hide them, but knew he was caught, “...and let's make a mosaic out of them.” “A mosaic?” Herkamer questioned wondering where this was going. “We'll do it in the morning. Let's go to bed.” Gertrude said softly, and Herkamer complied knowing that he caused enough trouble for one night.
Early in the morning, Herkamer and Gertrude went out to the garage, grabbed a few supplies, and assembled pieces of the now shattered music box within a frame. They placed the music mechanism in the middle of the artwork, and hung the work on the living room wall. They agreed that any time either of them had a wild idea, the other would turn the handle on the music mechanism which would serve as a reminder of what happens with a wild idea.
As they sat on the living room couch to observe and admire their work, Herkamer said with grand brilliance in his voice, “Maybe we should take up painting, sculpturing, or even better yet, let's do pottery. Yeah, that would be a great plan. We could do it together, and...” As Herkamer continued his ranting, Gertrude got up, walked over to the mosaic, turned the handle, and the music began to play. She looked over to Herkamer who had suddenly stopped talking, and had a huge smile on his face. “Enough said?” questioned Gertrude. “Enough said.” Agreed Herkamer.
Stay tuned for other Herkamer and Gertrude stories tomorrow. Same blog time. Same blog spot. Until tomorrow...Why say more?
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