Summary:\u00a0 Are Black and Adam Cartwright synonymous? In more ways than one might think.<\/p>\n
Rating: K, Word count: 871<\/p>\n
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Black Means Love<\/p>\n
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Black. The word conjures so many thoughts and visions, most of them negative – absence of light, fear, dark moods. Today, for many, Black represents sadness, but for me it means so much more.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n When I see Black, I\u2019m drawn back to a time in my young life when Black was everywhere. I\u2019ve seen my father\u2019s Black mood morph into sunny smiles when I entered the room. In the mirror I noticed how my long Black waves of hair and tawny eyes matched my father\u2019s. I also wondered why my father wore so much Black but I never voiced my curiosity.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n However, I was only five when I learned that Black could represent something totally different. <\/span>It was the first winter of our stay on the Ponderosa and my father promised he would take me to see the crystal lake surrounded by the snow-covered mountains. Yet, day after day, the path, he said, was too treacherous. One day when he finally said I could go, he had come down with a cold and could not take me. To alleviate my disappointment, Uncle Joe volunteered to take me. Still saddened that it would not be the special time with my father as I had hoped, I looked forward to the adventure with my fun-loving uncle.\u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n The path was slippery in some places and slushy in others but we made it to the crest and I beheld the majesty of my father\u2019s homestead. I looked up into Uncle Joe\u2019s green eyes that were filled with wonder and pride. In my five year old mind I could not understand why, since I knew he saw this view nearly every day of his life. Years later I understood. There was something about the lake and the Ponderosa that renewed your spirit each time you looked upon it.\u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n A moment after we shared our expressions of wonder, the slushy ground supporting me gave away. In the blink of an eye I landed hard at the bottom of the embankment. I could not breathe and everything hurt. I could hear the panic in Uncle Joe\u2019s voice as he called to me – \u2018Amanda!\u2019. Through the Blackness of the darkness surrounding me I could barely make out his face, and that is when I heard his last words to me – not to worry\u2026stay where I am\u2026he will get help. That\u2019s when Black took on a new meaning. Black meant Fear. My sight was growing dim and my heart pounded. I was alone and Black surrounded me as the tears came.\u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n My next recollection was of gentle hands and softness surrounding me. A quiet voice told me I would be fine and to trust the one to whom it belonged. My Black fear began to release its grip on me as Hope brought light to my heart. It must be Papa. He came and I am safe. Feeling brave enough to open my eyes, I almost panicked. It was not my father\u2019s kind face that I saw, but one with a fuzzy gray beard and pale gray eyes. It was his voice I had heard and he must have seen my fear for he smiled a radiant smile and insisted I rest in his arms until I felt stronger. Something about him begged me to trust him so I closed my eyes and saw not Black darkness but peaceful Light. I knew Papa would come for me. I trusted Uncle Joe\u2019s last promise to me, and I knew I would be safe until then.\u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n The next time I awoke, a warm breath brought quiet words to my ears, and damp droplets caressed my cheeks. Someone was rocking me and when I rolled into the broad chest I opened my eyes to a familiar Blackness. The softness of the Black shirt and familiar scent confirmed I was in my Papa\u2019s arms. I lifted my eyes to find him looking at me. Enveloped in his strong arms and against his Black shirt Peace and Love filled me as I closed my eyes to calm slumber. My father was there and I was safe. Nothing else mattered in my small world.*<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n A deep shaky breath brings me strength as I gaze upon so many familiar faces. I recall my stalwart Grandfather, the top of this grand family pyramid before me. My three uncles and aunts and my cousins look at me with love. My younger brothers and sisters, and my own husband and children offer me silent encouragement. And all my nieces and nephews show me the path to the future.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cToday, as we gather in love, we wear Black. But it is not the Black of sadness nor of grief. It is the Black of love, of strength, and of authority. Today, and always, when I wear Black it is in honor of a man who emitted not only power, intelligence, and authority but gentleness, kindness, and love to all who encountered him. Today, I proudly wear Black in honor of my father, Adam Cartwright.<\/span><\/p>\n —–<\/span><\/p>\n *A\/N – This memory is Amanda\u2019s point of view of events in my story Keeping Watch, to be posted soon.<\/span><\/p>\n Written for the 2023 Man in Black challenge in honor of Pernell Roberts’ birthday.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Summary:\u00a0 Are Black and Adam Cartwright synonymous? 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