Father's Day USA
Event created by richardmurray
This event began 06/15/2026 and repeats every year forever
I said the following initially 06212026
A Father's Day Solstice
I love my father. And while I will not tell a personal story, for those are for me to know and enjoy [ though I admit I have written many things about my father or mother in my work]. When I think of my father and why my mother loves him so much, it is a line from the film, First Knight, when Guinevere was asked why she loved Arthur, her answer simulated what my mother said about my father.
It is the way he wields power so gently.
Thinking of my parents fathers, I can see why my father has his natural temperament, besides the temperament he was raised to have. When I think of my parents fathers I can see where I get my own natural temperament , and I am thankful for my father's specific guidance on the temperament of a male.
Thinking of my parents parents fathers, I only know of half of them. The fiscal poverty of black people from the late eighteen hundred or early nineteen hundreds has a role to play in their exposure to modernity. But from what I can gather, the half of my parents parents fathers I don't know were Black men who worked all their lives , living with the financial legacy of enslavement to Non Blacks , in an environment controlled by non black people infatuated with making black life challenging. To the half of my parents parents fathers I know of, they each had a more financially fortunate stock, oddly based on non Black patronage , what I tend to call the Black one percent.
And for those who may know, those whose spirits fly free are never gone for we have the gift of memory, where we can feel the past , in the present, whenever we want.
I searched my public gallery for father's day and father work. I think an artist with years of work in their public gallery should be able to highlight any artwork for any occasion. I choose the following two works as most representing Father's for father's day. Tell me what you think. I have them below if you don't want to go anywhere.
https://www.deviantart.com/hddeviant/art/Dawanga-1015908954
https://www.deviantart.com/hddeviant/art/Henda-jr-and-the-Highest-Striker-1116366320
the search returns
https://www.deviantart.com/hddeviant/gallery?q=father%27s+day
https://www.deviantart.com/hddeviant/gallery?q=father
DAWANGA
DAWANGA CONTENT
DAWANGA
The Eternal Light
by
Richard Murray
CAST
Father - middle aged, metal eye, dark chocolate skin
Sweetie - daughter of father, elementary school age, dark chocolate skin, bright green eyes
Scene 1
Setting
The attic of a large multilevel old barn. One side of the attic has patchwork working bulky electronic equipment including: a battery series for electric power in a bookshelf, a view screen atop a book cart, a set of signal readers in a former 1940's grand radio, a pulse receiver housed in a former grandfather clock. The other side of the room has a dusty bed, chair, table, mini bookshelf with books, three boxes each with a bucket. The room is split by worn dusters and mops. Afternoon light from an oculus above shine in between the electronics. A chime from the signal machinery in the grandfather click housing emit every minute.
(The signal chime activate. Five minutes later steps are heard coming up stairs. The attic door is knocked until broken in. Enter Father, wearing boots, a backpack, a helmet. He aims a gun as he enters, the side with the bed. He aims under the bed, falls hard and emits a flashlight to check under the bed. Sharpley gets up and surveys the room, walking to the opposing side, checks the oculus, walks back to the point of entry. Eases the gun. Makes a bird call. Lighter steps than before are heard coming up steps. Enter Sweetie. She wears a helmet, backpack, boots. She is breathing heavily. )
Father
Putdown your backpack and get some wood, metal sheets, pipe, from the second floor.
(Sweetie put down her bag)
Father
You know the sound of danger.
(Sweetie whistle another bird song)
Father
Ok, hurry and we will clog up the door
(Sweetie exit, Father check the buckets opening their lids, and make a foul gesture. He open the lids of the boxes and while audibly muted makes a grand positive physical gesture. He checks the mini book shelf and takes out a book, perusing it for a minute. He goes to the electronics and ponders a moment then goes to the bed and takes off the dusty covers. He hears Sweetie carrying materials up the stairs. Lights Dim to Black)
Scene 2
(Lights Brighten.)
Setting
A barricade is at the bed side of the attic. The grandfather clock signal has an old blanket on it, muting the sound. A lamp is on the mini bookshelf, and no light through the oculus
( Father holding the book he perused earlier, lay in the bed with Sweetie under new blankets.)
Father
Do you want me to read another?
Sweetie
Please
Father
Ok... let's see (sifting book) ok.. March fourth, three thousand and four hundred and seventy two, (asking Sweetie) how many old Earth years was that from now?
Sweetie
Six hundred and fifty five
Father
Very good... ok... I find today is more than sad. My wife moved on. We spent so much time and effort restoring and improving this Dawanga Observatory System. The barn, grafting cleaning cells onto the sensory equipment, finding old housing for the tools. We were happy on Earth while most in the solar system live or left for the riches of the solar edge. I sent out a message to the twins. They loved their mother so. By the time I get a reply I may be dead to. I am glad she got to know they reached the rim safe. If I find myself too ill I will lock the door and climb out the oculus, the rest will self sustain... (father turn a page) March fifth
Sweetie
(interject) Poppa, what is a Dawanga Observatory System?
Father
Well, many many, years ago, humans found out what it seems all lifeforms that naturally are unsatisfied in existence find out. Existence rotates around an axis and the pole star to said axis is what humans call Dawanga.
Sweetie
Existence is everything in the panuniversal fluid whose universal count can be determined by the Dessalines function.
Father
And how many exist right now?
Sweetie
Seven thousand four hundred and twenty two.
Father
Good and the constant in that equation was determined based on studying Dawanga.
Sweetie
Is it a star?
Father
No even though it acts as a pole star. Some will tell you it is the constant undetermined that exist beyond the stable panuniversal fluid while in the ever changing indeterminable fluid, I prefer the everlasting one.
Sweetie
Has anyone been to the edge to try and travel to it
Father
(laugh) We all ask that question around your age and... some have. Archeologist discovered ruins where those in our universe , when it was near the rim of the fluids tried it.
Sweetie
What happened?
Father
Bed time
Sweetie
(smiling) No!
Father
Yes! We can wake up fresh tomorrow. We drifted a long long way. I want a regular rest for you, we may have found a home and no more hardships.
Sweetie
really?!
Father
Yes and I will add studying Dawanga to your educational journey
Sweetie
(Cuddling, and yawns , eyes closed) Dawanga, I will reach you
Father
Dawanga is always there, no worries
(Lights Dim to Black)
Scene 2
Setting
Attic has no dust. Door is open. Grandfather clock isn't covered, still chiming per minute. Fresh photos are on the wall: space ship, alien female model, equation. A new bed, fluffy pillows plus mattress.
(Lights on. Steps are heard walking up stairs. Enter Sweetie, grown , jeans and shirt. She has grey hair. She carries some bags. She place bags aside the bed. Stretches. She notices the Dawanga chime and approach it.)
Sweetie
Hey Poppa, Dawanga is still there... no worries.
Mature Male Voice
Food is ready
Sweetie
Coming! Fern will unpack his own bags
(Exit Sweetie. Light Dim to Black)
The End
HENDA JR AND THE HIGHEST STRIKER
HENDA JR AND THE HIGHEST STRIKER CONTENT
Title: Henda jr. and the Highest Striker
The congregation from the First African Baptist church of Ozawissippi is heading back to their church after singing some spirituals alongside the Mississippi, remembering their ancestors, near or far; now each pocket has their own gossip. A big tall copper skinned man, all muscular, hold the arm of a silver haired woman.
"How are you doin Mama?"
"You know I love the Sun, oh your father"
The mother and son giggle. A man with a bandana walk by and say:" John saved us all, bless him"
Various others in the congregation utter positive remembrances like: Bro John is with us, Brer Henry be bless'd, no man was better than John, Henda come and gon, bless your husband Mama Fehene. Eventually the congregation get to their church and they all go their ways.
Henda jr plus Mama Fehene with Jojo, Cousin Elijah, and his wife everyone call Sweetpie notice a very very tall device on the road home and they go to it; it is surrounded by various folk and a peddler. A white man in an all-white suit, shoes, gloves, with white hair but seemingly young chant: "We are only in the late morning good people. The challenge remains the same. A penny for an attempt on the Highest Striker! If you can hit the bell, way up there, you will get all the pennies I have collected from others along the Mississippi. Come one come all."
Henda jr. and company watch a round woman, a man who use a walking stick to walk, a seven-year-old girl try the Highest Striker, but none can hit the lever and make the puck reach the bell, as more contestants come forth. Jojo speak to the company: "I heard of this guy. Little Mo of the M.O. corporation. He had that fighter Little Jack."
"The one that got annihilated by Lucky Spaletti": interjected Elijah.
"Dear god save him": amend Sweetpie.
"Did god tell him to get in the ring with a man four times his height, three times his width ": query Henda jr.
"He did knock out ten fighters, he had to go for the title cous": affirm Jojo.
" And then his luck punched out": quip Elijah, and Sweetpie elbow him.
"Well let's go home": say Mama Fehene. And the company continue on the road home.
A year passes, crops are sown, spirituals are sung, ancestors praised, and Henda jr. and his company see Little Mo again. Sweetpie has an added member SweetE in her belly.
"Oba King said, Little Jacks brother tried to kill Little Mo": stated Henda jr.
"You trust that wily blues man cousin": question Sweetpie.
"He tells his tales but they are never all lies": affirm Jojo.
"The question is why": ponder Elijah.
"Little Jacks brother was killed before he could talk to the sheriff": said Henda jr.
"Isn't that Little Mo's cousin": said Mama Fehene.
"Yeah Mama, we know them": said Henda jr. and he continue: "you all remember Candace who tried the contest last year"
"Dear god, save that child": interject Sweetpie.
Henda jr. continue: "Yeah, it was after that day that she never had energy like before"
"So your saying": ponder Elijah.
"Mama, I will be back": say Henda jr., and he go to the crowd around Little Mo. The moment Little Mo notice Henda jr. among the crowd, he says: "Hold it sir, hold it. Look at this man, look at this glorious man, why have you good folk hidden this challenger, please come forth sir"
Henda jr. with a carry bag, step forth, facing Little Mo.
Little Mo ask: "What is your name sir?"
"Henda jr."
A little boy say: "He is John Henry's son"
Little Mo with pleasant exuberance says: "Of course he is, of course, only the son of the man who defeated the Earth Killer Mark One can be this strapping but... BUT... can he hit the bell atop the Highest Striker, I think not": Little Mo point upward and continues: "Nine stories tall, no one has ever reached it, but the prize": and Little Mo points to a huge trunk, wider than three sequoia trees: "it is worth a try is it not! Is it not!"
Henda jr. take out a penny, and give it to Little Mo.
"Thank you kindly": replies Little Mo who hands Henda jr. a hammer and steps away.
Henda jr. stretches and flexes and take a strong stance, and after a strong breath, a swing, and a crack on the lever, propelling a puck up high, and higher, but not high enough. Little Mo giggle: "Well, well, you will not be the last son of John Henry to fail the Highest Striker"
"I will like to try again": interject Henda jr.
"Oh, of course, another penny to the pound please": quip Little Mo.
"But I want to use my hammer": firmly state Henda jr.
"Those like you have tried all sorts of hammers, too proud to stop, watch people as the Highest Striker remains unringable"
Henda jr. hands Little Mo a penny and take out his father's hammer head and hammer handle from his bag.
"You think those old, rusty tools will aid you": quip Little Mo. Henda jr. screws on the metal threaded ca handle to the threaded slot in the head, and a golden light emit from the completed hammer. Henda jr. do the same as the prior swing but this time the puck climb high, and high, and high, five stories, seven stories, eight and a half and then the bell is rung so hard it shatters into dust. The sound force everyone to cover their ears. When the sound dissipates Henda jr. smile at Little Mo who is visibly bitter but regains composure.
"Well done... sir... well done... since you struck the Highest Striker, you gain all the pennies over these good years"
Henda jr. open the trunk and puts a good amount of pennies in his bag, and then invites spectators to take as many pennies as they can carry. In less than half an hour from folk miles around, the trunk was emptied of pennies and Henda jr. take the trunk, and Little Mo leave with a big broken striker. And Little Mo never was able to construct a striker so high again. Some say Henda jr.’s strike is still in the air, destroying any striker too tall and without the strikers Little Mo never seemed able to get the energy to give boxers. And though some figured it out and some didn't, people seemed livelier that coming Sunday all up and down the Mississippi, including wee Candace, who now continues singing the spirituals inspiring all who hear here.
from Richard Murray / HDdeviant