posted on Apr, 4 2008 @ 03:09 AM
The Blue Ridge Mountains seem to be the projections that hold many unspoken secrets and sins within their grasp, . The 1950's era was nearly
uncivilized in comparison with today's advances in technology, aeronautics and exposing secrecy of incest, rape and domestic violence.
Tara immediately opened her eyes, feeling refreshed. Just as her hyno-therapist told her that she would. Tara was curious to know how the session
had progressed. She tried to feign an air of patience, as she breathed in the aromatic scent of lavender.
Dr. Timmons believed that the scent of lavender had a calming effect on her clients. Tara was in unspoken agreement with this belief. While waiting
for the kindly therapist to run back the session tapes, Tara took in the surroundings of the comfortable office. Thoughtfully, she surmised that she
always felt at ease in this cozy one-room office, with it's earth tone colors and plush furniture. Tara also loved the Norman Rockwell paintings even
if the colors did somewhat clash with the rest of the decor.
Tara's memories travelled back to the events that brought her to see Dr. Timmons. Tara didn't thoroughly understand it all herself. But the
kindly therapist assured her, that in time, she would better understand.
After a somewhat tumultuous life of hardship, poverty and abuse, Tara had finally met the man of her dreams. Rick was everything that she had ever
dared hope for. Their chance encounter and whirlwind relationship was the material that romance novels were made of.
Tara couldn't help smiling when she remembered her first meeting with Rick. Things did not get off to a very smooth start. The encounter was a
blind date, arranged by Tara's older sister, Ariel.
Ariel was like a proverbial mother hen when it came to Tara. Rick was a friend of Ariel's brother-in-law, Randy. Rick and Randy were stationed at
a Naval base in Norfolk, Virginia. They would drive home on the weekends, in preference to staying aboard ship. Ariel set plans in motion at once, to
pair Rick and Tara as a couple.
Immediately, Ariel broke out the family photo album with a definite purpose in mind. "Rick," she says, "I want to show you a picture of my
Dutifully, Rick wanders over to take a peek. His eyes widens at the photograph. He takes more than a few seconds to study the lovely young girl in the
album. He views that she has long dark hair, parted in the middle, and holds no curl nor wave. Her eyes are hazel. He wonders if there might be some
native american ancestry, due to the high cheekbones. Rick is unaware that he has been holding his breath until he lets go with an excited
declaration, "That is the girl that I am going to marry!"
Ariel giggles as she informs him, "Well then, it's a good thing that she is single."
Rick takes the album from Ariel so that he may study the photo more intensely. If Ariel hadn't told him that this was her sister, he wouldn't have
guessed. Both girls were very lovely, But Tara seemed tall, Ariel was petite. Both were slender, even though Ariel was expecting her first child.
Ariel seemed to be more fair-complected.
Knowing that she had Rick's approval, Ariel knew that the most difficult task would be to get Tara to agree to meet Rick. Tara had undergone
several unhappy relationships and a very bad marriage. Tara and Ariel both had chosen poorly in their first marital unions. Their purpose seemed to be
more inclined on getting out of a bad home environment, than on actual love and commitment. The pay-off wasn't what either of them expected. Both had
married violently abusive men.
But Ariel was happily married for the moment, and she wanted the same for Tara.
She just had to convince Tara to try again. Ariel was growing concerned with Tara's increasing tendencies to withdraw from all forms of social
activities. Tara had completely thrown herself into her work. She accepted all the overtime that she could get. Whenever Ariel professed concern for
her health, Tara soothed her by telling her that it was only temporary until she paid off the short-term loan on the small urban home that she
purchased two years earlier.
Yes, Ariel had to agree, Tara did seem to really be happy with the purchase of her home. Tara spent all her free time manicuring the lush lawn,
painting the exterior of the small wooden-framed house and furnishing the interior. Tara was certainly an individual who enjoyed her independence. But
Ariel firmly believed that Tara needed a good man such as Rick, to complete the picture.
Ariel notices that it is nearly time for Tara's shift to end. Tara worked as an industrial security officer in a nearby power plant. Ariel
breathes a silent prayer as she dials the number to the guard shack. Ariel hears Tara's greeting, "GP&L Security, May I help you?"
Ariel commences with her prepared speech, "Tara, I was hoping that you could come over to see me when you get off work. I have missed you
Tara hates to deny Ariel anything and has a feeling that Ariel is administering emotional black-mail. "Ariel," Tara attempts what will hopefully
be an acceptable refusal and explanation thereof. "I have worked back-to-back twelve hour shifts all of this week and I have to be back again
tomorrow for another twelve hour stretch. Please understand." But Ariel is not one that is easily deterred. "But Tara, there is someone that I want
you to meet. He is so nice. He's in the Navy, nice-looking and he drives a Jeep!" Tara laughs at the last part. She wonders what the Jeep could
possibly have to do with it. The laughter gives Ariel encouragement that she is making positive progress. "Pleeeease!" she wheedles, "Hubby and I
will come pick you up in Rick's Jeep and you won't even have to drive. We will drive you back to work tomorrow." Now Tara realizes how the Jeep
fits in. Ariel's husband, Jimmy was probably salivating at the prospect of driving that Jeep. Tara gives in, she cannot refuse Ariel. This
Rick-person would be a different matter.
Tara had to admit that it was an enjoyable twenty-mile ride to Ariel's home. Tara had never ridden in a Jeep before. Ariel's husband, Jimmy had
removed the canvas top, so that they could fully enjoy the late autumn evening. The mountainous scenery seemed to whisk by as Jimmy fiddled with the
radio dial. Tara would have preferred the nature sounds of frogs croaking and crickets chirping. The blanket of stars in the heavens twinkled in
celestial agreement, that this was to be the start of Tara's new life.