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The Memory, a mini
fanfic by Lady Gato (An
a Luisa Aldana). Copyright 2005

Lady Gato and Candy Candy Nation.

C
andy

Candy c
haracters copyright Mizuki and Igarishi, worldwide. Fiction for entertainment purposes only.


THE
M
EMORY

A

Candy Candy

Minific










Conceived and Written by: Lady Gato

Webmistress, Candy Candy Nation

Candy Candy Nation©, 2005

Candy Candy Characters© and Story Kyoko Mizuki and Yumiko Igarishi






The Memory, a mini
fanfic by Lady Gato (An
a Luisa Aldana). Copyright 2005

Lady Gato and Candy Candy Nation.

C
andy

Candy c
haracters copyright Mizuki and Igarishi, worldwide. Fiction for entertainment purposes only.








































Dear CC F
riend,

I wrote this minific as part of a contest to honor Lili Flor’s website anniversary
(www.candycandy
-
blanca.com). She is a huge Anthony fan, and I dedicate this to her
and all the Anthony fans of the world
.







The Memory, a mini
fanfic by Lady Gato (An
a Luisa Aldana). Copyright 2005

Lady Gato and Candy Candy Nation.

C
andy

Candy c
haracters copyright Mizuki and Igarishi, worldwide. Fiction for entertainment purposes only.


What is it that brings back a cherishe
d memory?


Sometimes it is the melody of a
timeless
song... sometimes it is the
warmth

of the sun on
a clear
, infinite day... sometimes it
is a special
fragrance
...

sometimes it is majesty of
nature... sometimes it is caused by an unexpected twinge of the
heart,

as if it

was warning
us
that somebody
long gone is visiting…










It is a wonderful day in Lakewood, a day of the month that serves as transition from
spring into summer; and I am working in the garden... this garden that has been witness
of so
many of the emotio
ns

I have

lived in my life. I am busy
pruning, re
-
soiling and
admiring the rosebushes that embellish the space. When
I reach
a particular rosebush that
I am so very fond of, I lovingly gaze at it and treat it gently, as one would an old a
nd dear
friend. I will never forget the circumstances that brought this plant to the world... to my
world.










R
oses
have their own perfume and style; this one in particular had had a
graft of
Rosa
Rubiginosa
, a species of wild rose that g
rows profusely in England. This rose had been the
symbol of the house of York,
of the

Tudor
s

and fin
ally, with the name of
Eglantine
, it
had
been one of the personal symbols
and badges
of
Queen Elizabeth
I of England
. Symbolic it
is indeed, for the Eglanti
ne
, by the amount of thorns that it has, r
eminds us

that the life is
difficult and sometimes painful, but the singular quality of
its

five symmetrical petals and
their
marvelous

aroma

symbolizes perfection and beauty. Its fragile a
ppearance yet hardy
s
tren
gth symbolizes fort
itude

of
spirit…and in its rarest form,
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Rosa
Rubiginosa

that
he
always felt
emanating
from me and he

wanted it to capture
that
in this
the rose

that
he
had
dedicated to me.


While working on this rosebush, taking

in its
wonderful scent
, I

felt my being shiver
suddenly;
an imperceptible chill overtook me... and before I was aware of what was
happening, I was transported back to the past...










“Candy!
Where are you
?”



Here,

Anthony…
I was just meditating a bit
…”




The Memory, a mini
fanfic by Lady Gato (An
a Luisa Aldana). Copyright 2005

Lady Gato and Candy Candy Nation.

C
andy

Candy c
haracters copyright Mizuki and Igarishi, worldwide. Fiction for entertainment purposes only.


I heard the crunch of the pebbles of the promenade in the garden, alerting me to his
approach. There he wa
s, splendid as usual. The clear,
sky
blue eyes of Anthony regarded
me tenderly. "What are you thinking about, Candy?"


I smiled at him
sweetly
, albeit nervous
.

Truth was, I was thinking about him and how
wonderful
it was to
be living
with him, under the same roof
. My life
had just
been
given
an

incredible turn... after being exiled to Mexico by the Leegan
s
, I was rescued by
George Johnson,
the
family’s consigliere,
returning to me to Lakewood.
I
had
returned as
the

adoptive daughter of

the mysterious
, the enigmatic but very powerful head of the
Andrew
family
, the Great Uncle

William. It had been the happiest day of m
y life... after
having been
in H
ell,
I was now in

H
eaven
... next to the boy who
had me
sighing

dreamily
... Anthony.


"I think
on the extraordinary beauty

that life is…in how
wonderful
it
is to be alive..." I
said. I did not are say more.


He looked at me, pleased with my commentary.

“It
is
a beautiful day…would you like to
go into town for a spell?”


My heart lept
joyusly
…if I wanted to go into town, with him? Nothing could make me
happier!


“I would also like to invite Stear and Archie…that way we can all have a
lovely
afternoon

together
…”

he continued.


"Oh..." I said, a little dis
appointed...
I do not know why I felt that way, since I enjoyed the
company of our cousins, but today I felt like having Anthony all to myself. I chastised
myself internally for having such selfish thou
ghts.


Anthony gazed at me, as if he

had picked up on this thought. I felt
awfully embarrassed
wanting to spend an afternoon alone with

him
. He regarded me, captive, as if he had
peered into
my very core

and
had seen

what I was thinking.



I blushed, fe
eling guilty.

I

could not tell what flashed through his mind, but his
eyes did
not indicate

any

annoyance or deception
with me
.
Rather, Anthony took my hand and
said
affectionately
,

"You know,

upon further thought, I think it would be a perfect day to
spe
nd an afternoon together…you and
I..."


"Anthony! Thanks!!! "
I
effusively
embraced him. I felt as if I was a young child on
Christmas Day. His arms caught me up in his intimate prison.
"
We will make it a day of
happy chance
... we will
enjoy
whatever co
mes our way
... as if

we were grown up
..."
he
smiled.


"But...but
what about the Great Aunt?" I
had to return to reality...
the sour matriarch

had
her iron fist tightly clenched on us;

governing our lives down to the
smallest detail.




The Memory, a mini
fanfic by Lady Gato (An
a Luisa Aldana). Copyright 2005

Lady Gato and Candy Candy Nation.

C
andy

Candy c
haracters copyright Mizuki and Igarishi, worldwide. Fiction for entertainment purposes only.


"
It just so happens th
at Great Aunt Elroy is spending the day at the Le
egan
s…she won’t
be back until later today…
"
he winked.










The little town of Lakewood sprung up from necessity…the need to give homes to the
workers that served the great estates and the need to provid
e services to the wealthy
families whom had their mansions around the lake. It in no way could compare with
Chicago, but it had to provide certain goods services on the level found in Chicago

to
assuage any whims that the families would want during their
stay in Lakewood.


Anthony had decided to go in a fly (a small carriage for two) into town. We arrived short
of the noon hour. True to his word, we had no set agenda as to what we were going to do
or how the day should transpire. He was very natty in n
avy blue; I was dressed in a
mauve linen dress with a large straw picture had with a spray of mauve rosebuds that
Archie had given me.


“Well, here we are...” Anthony announced, as he tethered the horse and helped me out
.

“Shall we walk a bit?” We were cl
ose to the main square. I inhaled a wondrous waft of
aromas that made my mouth water: Popcorn, Candied Applies, Hot Dogs, Roasted
Peanuts, Cotton Candy….


“MMMMM…”
I sighed hungrily.


“I suspect its time for a quick
snack…have a
rest; my Princess…
if you a
llow me, I’ll
choose…” he smiled.


“Oh, thank you!” I replied. I wondered what
delectable
bounty he was going to bring. I
took a seat on a bench under a weeping willow. The fountain was burbling happily and I
pondered how fantastic it was to be able to
go out without having to tell anybody or ask
permission.


Shortly, Anthony returned, looking very satisfied with his purchases.


“I hope I’ve brought everything you like, Candy…” he said. He had hot dogs, potato
fries, lemonade and cotton candy.


“Oh…cert
ainly!! Yummy!!” I said, almost licking my lips. We partook of the alfresco
lunch. “
You
know, I don’t know why every meal has to be such a huge production, like
it is at the Lakewood house…who says we can’t eat like this in the garden?” Anthony
commented
.


I didn’t have an answer….the truth was that I found life in the Lakewood mansion
so
suffocating and
so

constrained…I cou
ldn’t imagine how my experience

compared to that
of Anthony’s, whom had lived his entire life like that.




The Memory, a mini
fanfic by Lady Gato (An
a Luisa Aldana). Copyright 2005

Lady Gato and Candy Candy Nation.

C
andy

Candy c
haracters copyright Mizuki and Igarishi, worldwide. Fiction for entertainment purposes only.


“The only think I can tell
you is that I don’t know why everything is so tightly ruled all
the time…I’m with you on this one, Anthony…besides, I don’t see what’s wrong in
doing something like this once in a while…like this little outing, for example…” I finally
replied.


“I feel the

same way you do, Candy...but let me tell you something...I have the certainty
that times will change...not only for the mores that run our society, but also for those that
apply to women....especially women like you...” he said, his voice profound.


I fel
t my cheeks go hot.


“Let’s pretend that day has come and we are living that moment, right now...it is
wonderful to act freely, is it not? Oh, I feel as if I were a grown man today…I don’t want
to go back to
my true reality….can you imagine
, being an adult
?” Anthony murmured.


In that very second, something str
ange happened…I saw myself as a

grown woman,
dressed as a bride…the fashion was different than what I was used to wearing…I was
fairly bursting with happiness, an intense feeling of love driving me,

so much so that I
felt that I could not hold it within me. I felt as if I was about to

finally

realize a love that
had been either frustrated or denied me; I couldn’t quite tell. I did not see the groom’s
face, so ephemeral was the vision.


“Anthony…” I

blurted, shocked at what had just flashed in my mind…it was too real.



Candy, are you alright

?” Anthony asked, concerned.

You
’re pale…” he touched my
forehead. His
gentle
hand was warm against my clammy forehead.


“Oh…it’s nothing…perhaps I took in t
oo much sun

” I weakly replied. How could I
even start to explain what had just happened to me?


“I think we should move to somewhere where it is cooler…Oh!” he noted, suddenly.


I followed his line of sight, and then I also saw the moving pictures theatr
e. The placard
read “
Feature Today: Queen Elizabeth. Escape from the withering summer heat in our
cool auditorium
!”


“I’ve never been to the moving pictures!” I exclaimed, excited.


“Neither have I…
” Anthony said.










Everything was curiously new ab
out this theatre…we purchased our tickets at a glass
encased booth, we went into a very luxurious hall and a very serious looking man
uniformed in red took our tickets and allowed us to enter the main viewing room, which
was half dark and it took my eyes a

few minutes to adjust. At one end, I saw an organ


The Memory, a mini
fanfic by Lady Gato (An
a Luisa Aldana). Copyright 2005

Lady Gato and Candy Candy Nation.

C
andy

Candy c
haracters copyright Mizuki and Igarishi, worldwide. Fiction for entertainment purposes only.


underneath what looked like the largest white sheet

imaginable
. We sat in our seats,
which were plush and springy and quite comfortable.

Towards the back, there was an
elevated
platform

with some sort

of machine with two reels mounted on it…where was
Stear when I needed him

to explain something to me
?


Anthony and I didn’t say much, we were too caught up in the novelty of the place…he
was equally entranced as I was. A girl not much older than I walked

around with a tray
full of candy; Anthony purchased some.


“I suppose this is wh
at you do when you come here?” h
e declared, amused.


I nodded and we shared the
sweets.

More people came in and took their seats…suddenly,
the organist made his appearance, b
rought the instrument to life with some notes and
suddenly the room went dark.


“HOW EXCITING!!” I exclaimed loudly, unable to contain myself.


SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH came crashing back to me from the whole
place. Obvio
u
sly, you didn’t speak out loud on
ce the room went dark, I realized.


“Oh…” I excused quietly.
I could see Anthony’s face; he had barely contained his laugh.



Several news pieces came on…what impacted me the most was the sinking of the
Titanic, which had just happened. I shed some tears

and Anthony gave me his
handkerchief. Finally the moving picture
Queen Elizabeth
, came on. The main actress
was the famous Eleanor Baker
1
. This whole concept was amazing….the moving picture
was in black and white and you would see some of the acting, th
en a sequence with
dialogue appeared that articulated what had just happened or had been said. The organ
music gave it drama and punctuation…and the life of Queen Elizabeth was full of drama,
that was for sure.


Towards the middle of the moving picture, I

felt Anthony extend his arm and rest it on
my shoulders.


“I suppose this is also something you do whil
e

you are the moving pictures, eh?” I joked
nervously
, feeling his contact on me.


He smiled, captivating me. “We are adults today, are we not? If it

bothers you, I’ll retire
it…” he offered.


I couldn’t deny it…My heart was racing at feeling him so near.


I wish I was grown up....
I thought.







1

Actually, it was the great Sarah Bernhardt whom starred in this...



The Memory, a mini
fanfic by Lady Gato (An
a Luisa Aldana). Copyright 2005

Lady Gato and Candy Candy Nation.

C
andy

Candy c
haracters copyright Mizuki and Igarishi, worldwide. Fiction for entertainment purposes only.










When the performance was over, we decided to go back home…we could not run the risk
of returning afte
r the Great Aunt

had come back from the Leegans
…the repercussions
would be terrible.


Anthony was driving the horse at a fast trot….the Titanic disaster was too present in my
mind and I could not get it out. Anthony noticed my ponderous silence and asked
,

“Is
everything alright?”


“Yes, Anthony, thank you…I was just thinking about the Titani
c….who would have
thought that it

would sink…so many people, so many lives lost…they only wanted to get
to New York…and they only found sudden death in those icy waters
…why?” The grave
loss of humanity had touched me in my deepest heart.


“I don’t know why, Candy…I was also
moved
…with greater reason I can say that one
appreciates life more when you become aware of these type of tragedies…none of us
knows when we will be

called from this Earth into eternal life…”


“Oh Anthony…please tell me that nothing like that will ever happen to us!” I cried,
suddenly overcome with the dread of mortality.


“I wish I could, Candy…but I can’t…we all are born to someday pass away…all I c
an
promise you is that you are someone whom I cherish oh so very much…never forget
it…we are like the roses, remember what I told you?” His voice was so calm despite the
gravity of the conversation…I soon calmed down, hearing him.


“Anthony…” I wanted to
say more, but the words couldn’t come out.


“Let’s not dwell on this anymore…we want to end this splendid day on a good note,
don’t we?” he smiled warmly…lovingly.


“Yes! Oh, how I
hope

that all days could be like this…” I wished it with all my heart and
soul.


“So do I…” he replied, in the same vein.











Just a few days after, my world came crashing down in the most unexpected and tragic
way.


The day Anthony died was the day my heart tasted for the first time the bitter, cold and
inexorable pain th
at the loss of a loved o
ne could leave behind
.

I could not get out my
constant, desolate state of mourning…I rued life and the injustice it had
committed

against me. With time
, my pain started ameliorating;
helped on by the sage words of my


The Memory, a mini
fanfic by Lady Gato (An
a Luisa Aldana). Copyright 2005

Lady Gato and Candy Candy Nation.

C
andy

Candy c
haracters copyright Mizuki and Igarishi, worldwide. Fiction for entertainment purposes only.


beloved Mr. Al
bert, and by the entrance into my life of a certain aristocrat, a force of
nature whom at first bothered and intrigued me, who then shortly took me over with his
singular ways. He himself had
once
shut himself off from the world, suffer
ing his own
pains a
nd miseries…
yet he slowly opened himself to me, making me privy to h
is most
secret heart and soul…and to his feelings and dreams…


In time, I understood that there is a time to weep, a time to love. In time I came to
understand that there are different wa
ys that our heart can love and cherish, each one
differently, each one not in conflict with the other.
And I finally came to understand that
I had to allow those loves to live and coexist in me, because they formed the nucleus of
our spiritual growth.


Un
fortunately, there would be many more injustices, moral dilemmas and
painful
sufferings

in my life, and other separations just as heartbreaking or even worse…the
disappearance of Anthony from my mortal life
had the unfortunate honor of the being the
first
one in my young life, one that marked me from then on.


Yet I had learned a thing or two from Anthony…I learned that men could be very sweet
and tender with those whom they love and to appreciate that tenderness and sweetness…I
learned that when one loves

and is loved in return, it is a blessing that comes from a
greater power, farther than our sphere of understanding….you have to fully live those
moments that love gives you, because perhaps they will never come again. There is
nothing worse in life than
to live wondering about the “what ifs”. Even if you never fully
come to understand or accept why things happen in your life, I came to understand that
we are all born with a mission in our lives…that this serves to further our development as
humans and as

spirits who form part of a creation greater than ourselves. I came to accept
and to be in peace with Anthony’s short but influential life, that briefly met with mine
and gave me the love and support I needed in that phase of my existence.


As the years we
nt by and as I grew with my own experiences and in my own wisdom, I
reached the conclusion that
possibly

Anthony knew somethi
ng, perhaps in his
subconscious,
about his imminent mortality and that is why he did not hesitate to have
that wonderful outing…tha
t wonderful outing that gave me
such a

beautiful and dear
memory
. That, along with the other ones I had lived with Anthony, I still carry in my
heart …










“What are you doing, darling?” my husband’s finely modulated voice asked me.


“I’m working on
the Sweet Candy…although I must admit, I think that if I didn’t pay any
attention to them, they would fend for themselves quite well…” I smiled. It was
true….out of all the rosebushes in the garden, it looked like the most delicate, yet in fact
it was the

most hardy….it fended off the chilling frosts the best, year in, year out. Even if
we only came to the Lakewood house occasionally, the Sweet Candy were always well.




The Memory, a mini
fanfic by Lady Gato (An
a Luisa Aldana). Copyright 2005

Lady Gato and Candy Candy Nation.

C
andy

Candy c
haracters copyright Mizuki and Igarishi, worldwide. Fiction for entertainment purposes only.


“Anthony knew what he was doing when he created
it
….I have to admit that rose
captures

your essence, Candice…” my husband’s sapphire eyes regarded me with deep
love and affection. There was a time when he was horribly jealous of Anthony in his
youth. That jealously turned into what could be thought of as a yearned friendship. I
believe th
is came about as a result of the long and hard road he himself had to journey on
in order to find himself and to truly become
at ease with himself and his mission in
life
…everything that he had to experience in his own skin during that journey helped
chann
el himself….any negative feelings he had were now transformed into other more
lofty ones. He fin
ally came to understand that there

are lo
ves and lives in the heart that
each one of us has
,

and those feelings and memories are not to be
invidious

of.
He ca
me
to admire Anthony and his unique qualities as a human being and as a man.
He came to
understand why I loved him, and that love was wholly different than the love I now
professed to him as a woman and as his wife. He came to understand why there was no

conflict or doubt in my heart in regards to t
he sweet love I cherished and
had still had for
Anthony and with the complete, passionate and devoted love I had
and
lived with him,
my husband and soulmate.


He came to understand, that as a good gardener (and

he called him that way, the

little
gardener

) Anthony had prepared my heart so that the different roses of love could bloom
and coexist in me…Anthony had
tilled

that fertile ground in

me…and thanks to that first
lov
e I had lived with him, I could come to

love absolutely and give my whole heart, soul
and mind to him…my beloved husband.


Even to this day, I always remember something that Anthony had told me, perhaps
prophetic
,

yet very true at the same time:


«

Man dies but lives eternally in the heart of t
hose who remember him…

»


and I always remember him



My Anthony