From a Golden Mirror to a Sparkling Chandelier: Thirty Short Stories from a Journey Through Life
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Helmut Schwabs stories reflect the diversity of life through human encounters, observations, visions, or just storiesromantic, funny, serious, or just sofrom Provence to Munich, San Francisco, or the gardens of Princetonfrom Arizona to biblical Galilee, a bombing night in Afghanistan, a vision in Jerusalem, or some hope in prisonor by describing the funny small animals in the gardenor a childrens ball rolling along the road.
A clear vision of reality renders the stories colorful and livelybased on sensibility for joy, sorrow, suffering, love, or humorwritten at times with a smiling, at times with a crying face.
For computer reading see www.schwab-stories.comHelmut Schwab
For Helmut Schwab, the value of life comes from the warmth of human bonds in the family, among friends, or in chance encounters, shared with empathy, bringing joy or sorrow. Trained in the sciences, he worked in the aerospace and electronics industries. His later work concentrated on a deeper understanding of the cosmic and biological world we find ourselves living in, and on the human mind and societies; then on the dichotomy between science and religion, with the questions of the consequent meaning or purpose of our lives. See “www.schwab-writings.com”. Schwab volunteered in the community on environmental issues and concerns of the handicapped or low-income families in our inner cities. He found joy of life in observing beauty in nature, whether in grandiose scenery or minute detail, and through his participation in the arts.
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From a Golden Mirror to a Sparkling Chandelier - Helmut Schwab
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CONTENTS
INTRODUCTION
THE 18 ORIGINAL STORIES
The Golden Mirror
Life can be full of poetry—the installation of a mirror as a reflection on joy and love
Tiger Joe
A failure in life—but always remembered by me
The Raritan River Ferry
A discarded ferry—the story of an old man—and a child’s thoughts for you
Spring In Princeton
Life can be full of surprises—and very funny at that
Happy Wildlife In Princeton
Surprise encounters—some resonance—and a smile remains
Two Lives
Could it be the story of many marriages—or the solution for some problems?
The Wall
Did death approach the salesman—but joy and love result?
The Colorful Ball
A story for our young grandchildren,Christina and Scott
When A Door Opened…
and a new light came into their lives!
Jesus Of Nazareth
A vision—possibly offering some explanations
The Moment Of Light That Came And Went
A transcendental vision—three weeks after September 11, 2001
The Death Of The Taliban Fighter
A beautiful vision turns into darkness
. . . and Then, The Sounds Of An Aria!
Greetings to a future reader
Troy
The light and the darkness of a troubled life
The Phantom Of The Internet
A story for the experienced and addicted owner of a personal website
Fortune Comes, Fortune Goes
Hear, hear: perceive opportunity, grasp opportunity,and don’t misjudge opportunity
The Very Short Life Of A Tiny Fly
She lived for only one day, but that one so fully thatjust one additional day to live would have been her greatest happiness!
Guiding Lights In My Life
Thanks to the exceptional individuals who gave
light and direction to my early life
THE 6 DARK STORIES
The Old Lady’s Birthdays
The glorious and the dark days of the old lady
Will The Last One Just Be A Loner?
Concerns and shadows as the chain of life continues
The End
A blurred Image of two different worlds
The Ox
A narrow life
The Ant
The search for a higher view
Bright Light Followed The Dark Night
Even after a very dark night, wonderful new light can appear again
THE 6 LIGHT STORIES
Music Was In The Air
May your days be filled with music
The Sparkling Chandelier
A beautiful comet crossing our lives
Moments Of Joy
Let life sparkle
Be Content—Or Strive To Conquer Mountains—Or Be Happy Finding A Coin On The Street
Life’s different dimensions
A Collection Of Water Molecules And Thoughts
Who are we? Who all is within us? Where will everything be in the future?
Farewell To Earth
and a final report from Earth
CONCLUSION
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
ADDITIONAL WRITINGS BY HELMUT SCHWAB
INTRODUCTION
You opened this book, you began to read these words. What can it bring you?
Have you ever driven for half an hour—from home to work or between any two points—and not remembered much of what you saw? Many of us go through most of our lives like that. But many others actually see, perceive, understand, and then share life’s joys or sorrows with others. Life can be so touching, so serious; but it can also be so funny and full of joy.
What is our existence in this world? For most of us, it is a struggle for survival in a fragile way of life. Then arise the desires for wealth, importance in society, and entertainment. But does the life given to us not expect mental growth and personality development, the caring for others or public service, also stewardship of nature—and can we not enjoy all the beauty in art, culture, and nature around us?
The following stories are offered to you, the reader, to let you pause and perceive, to touch your human sensitivity and understanding—and also to bring you joy, to simply entertain you—and to challenge you!
So, please, proceed! Select titles from the table of contents and begin reading these stories.
When you are done, hopefully you will feel enriched—and, maybe, you will begin to perceive more stories in your own life.
These short stories were published in a sequence of three editions. The first edition, titled 10 American Short Stories
, was published in 2002.
The second edition, titled The Golden Mirror
, was enlarged to 18 short stories and published in 2008, with the Golden Mirror
being the lead story.
This third and final
edition, now titled A Sparkling Chandelier
, contains 30 stories—including all the prior ones plus 12 new ones (6 Dark Stories
and 6 Light Stories
)—with the Sparkling Mirror
being one of the last and concluding stories and Farewell to Earth
being the final one.
Enjoy the reading!
THE 18
ORIGINAL STORIES
THE GOLDEN MIRROR
*
Life can be full of poetry—
the installation of a mirror as a reflection on joy and love
*
Eva and I had lunch at the Mediterra Restaurant on Palmer Square in Princeton. Her blond hair looked like a beautiful frame around her face. Her bright eyes reflected the light that came in through the windows. What was she thinking? What did she remember of all the years of our life together? Someone at a table nearby was speaking French, and, suddenly, I thought of the French mirror with its wonderful golden frame that we had in our apartment in Cannes.
It must have been more than twenty-five years ago. We were driving through Provence on the way to our newly acquired apartment in Cannes. We had stopped for lunch on the central square of the then still quiet old town of Maussane. All one heard was the clicking of a game of boule, as always played in those places by some local men. A large, old fountain stood there, decorated with odd-looking swans. This was before the town allowed cars to park on the square, which now suffocate everything.
After lunch, we strolled along Main Street—or was it called Rue Napoleon, named for the one who was said to have passed through this town on his victorious return from Italy? We stopped at the Antiquaire, and there it was that we discovered that grandiose mirror. It must have been more than eight feet tall. The frame was sumptuous, gilded entirely in gold leaf. The mirror was surmounted by a wave-like décor, which held a crest showing convoluted initials. I promptly interpreted the initials as Eva’s, ES
—or did they relate to Eugénie, the most beautiful (and quite daring) daughter of a local nobleman remembered in Romantic poetry? I bought the mirror for our new apartment, and for all the years I was to see Eva reflected in it as my Eugénie.
When we hung the mirror on the wall of the Grand Salon of our apartment, Eva lifted up one of our young sons so he could see the mirror better. He stretched out his arms in joy. Years of light and happiness began for us in Cannes.
In the mornings, when we woke up, we could see the bright blue morning sky reflected in the mirror. Lifting our heads a little higher, we could see the tall old pine tree outside in the light of the sun and behind it, the golden beach, the blue expanse of the Mediterranean dotted with white sails, and, in the distance, the Lerins Islands.
Later in the day, we often sat in our garden, surrounded by agapanthus bushes, blooming oleanders, and the palm trees we had planted. Whenever we looked back into the coolness of the apartment, behind its thick stone walls, we could see the mirror. Reflected in it, we could observe whether any of our small children were resting on the bed—for once, in angelic tranquility—or whether they were up to something that we should better know about.
Occasionally, I would be the one to rest on the bed. In my dreams, I could sometimes see all the characters of my stories descend from the mirror as if in a procession through a tall golden gate—even the little animals of our garden were somewhere on the side—and a small colorful ball rolled along in front, driven by the wind. What a reflection of our journey through life!
How happy I was when Eva woke me up, by looking in from the garden with a smile, calling me to come for a swim!
On cool evenings, we often sat under the mirror on an uncomfortable, antique, sofa or on equally uncomfortable antique chairs around the table where we played a French card game called Tarot. It was a running joke with us, whether the mirror would let us look into the cards of our opponent.
Time passed. Our children grew up, went to college, and got jobs. There was no time left for long vacations in Cannes—on the beach, in the garden, and in the apartment.
Finally, we sold the apartment. The day had arrived for us to move away. One of our sons came to help us move the heavy furniture. We had intended to leave the mirror behind, possibly sell it in Cannes. But our son protested, saying that he remembered how happy we were when we had just obtained that mirror. He thought we should take it with us. Besides, he urged, he would want it later, once he had a better job and a suitable apartment of his own.
I rented a small delivery van, one just big enough to hold the furniture we wanted to take along, including the mirror, but a bit too big for comfortable driving. I admonished Eva, in case she might be driving for a while, to be very careful, not to cut corners with this kind of vehicle.
Those big vehicles could take along anything she got too close to. In the end, we decided that I would drive—650 miles in one stretch, all the way to our new apartment in Munich. I was dead tired when we arrived late at night.
I spotted the perfect place to park, which happened to be in front of a new-looking Mercedes. I turned in. We heard a crunching noise! I had turned too sharply around the Mercedes and scratched off one of the car’s headlights. Eva looked at me for a moment, then said, You must be very careful not to cut corners with this kind of vehicle.
Our new apartment in Munich turned out to be too small for the big mirror. Its grandiose French frame looked lost among the Nordic, utilitarian Ikea furniture. So we stored it in the basement section allocated to our apartment, tightly wrapped in an old blanket of faded turquoise color and further protected by an old blue foam rubber camping mattress. What a descent for the noble mirror!—no more sun and light and happiness to perceive and reflect for many years to come! Occasionally, when I had to get something from the basement, I could just make out the golden top of the mirror decor with the crest reaching up from its ugly restraint, as if pleading with me for a new life in the sun.
One day, we visited the one of our sons who now lived in San Francisco. He had purchased a beautiful condo apartment in the Marina district, only a block from the Bay. From the apartment there was access to the flat roof of the building, and from there, we had an enormous, sweeping view of the Golden Gate Bridge, the blue expanse of the Bay dotted with white sails, and, in the distance, some islands.
It looks a little like the Mediterranean,
I said.
Do you still have the old mirror?
our son asked.
A few months later, we found a convenient way to ship the mirror from Munich to San Francisco. On our next trip to see our son, I helped him hang it on the large wall behind his dining room table. Even his girlfriend agreed that it looked very beautiful there. As the French would say, "Ça fait Grand Salon."
Now, when you look from a certain angle, you can see the blue sky and the golden sunlight of California reflected through the living room window. Dreams of Cannes?
If our son could ever afford a chandelier, we would mount it right in front of the golden mirror, that its sparkling crystals could remind us of so many highlight events or observations in our lives. Open your eyes and open your hearts
had become our motto.
We really had to mount the mirror solidly to the wall—on account of possible earthquakes there. When all was done, late in the evening, Eva held up our young granddaughter from another son so she could see the mirror a little better. She smiled and stretched her arms out in joy. Then we played a game of Tarot, sitting together at the dining room table on rather uncomfortable kitchen chairs. Our son said that he could see my cards reflected in the mirror—again.
Years passed. Our son and his lovely wife had to move from San Francisco to New York—into a much smaller apartment—at least for the first couple of years. Where would the mirror be stored? Right here with us, in our home, they decided! Wonderful! Where would it go? In the garage—well wrapped into some old blankets and protected by an old mattress. Whenever I had to go to the garage, I could just make out the golden top of the mirror decor with the crest reaching up from its ugly restraint, as if pleading with me for a new life in the sun.
Why don’t we hang it in our small sitting room?
, suggested my wife. "We could then call it the Salon des Miroirs, as at Versailles!"
That little room had no wall big enough to accommodate the mirror—unless we mounted it clear across some drawers and other wall features. What was more important?
There it is, now—and when you look into it, you see the whole sitting room reflected, giving the appearance of a double sitting room, now appearing as one of the largest rooms in our home!
The mounting of the very heavy mirror was worth the trouble!
Before we retired that evening, I looked once more into the mirror and saw Eva reflected in it as she stood next to me. Her blond hair looked like a golden frame around her face. Her bright eyes reflected the light. Her smile had a bit of Eugénie.
Did she think of all the happy years of our common journey through life?
Hello Eva! I still love you!
*
TIGER JOE
*
A failure in life—but always remembered by me
*
One evening in Arizona many years ago returns to my thoughts again and again. On that evening, I saw Joe for the first—and last—time. Or did I?
It was October of 1978, in Scottsdale, Arizona. The crowd of summer tourists had departed. The winter visitors had not yet arrived. The days where still sunny and warm, but the evenings had become refreshingly cool. My old colleague, George, and I met at the Grapevine Restaurant. Many went there in those years to see the young waitresses, but we just wanted to sit under the clear night sky on the open terrace on the roof and have the specialty of the house, Greek pizza.
George was close to seventy at that time, and he looked tired. He talked about his great project. He wanted to write a book—more than that, an analysis and a comprehensive theory, many volumes long—of the whole human society. I suggested that he proceed in small steps, beginning with a short article on one aspect of the subject. I urged him to do it soon, while he still had the energy to think and write. Life passes so quickly.
Eventually the restaurant became too noisy, so we drove north out of town toward a small place beyond the town of Carefree. In those days, one could soon leave the suburban developments behind, which, by now, endlessly cover everything. We passed Rawhide, the re-created Western town and movie set for many cowboy films, with hourly shoot-outs every evening. As the road climbed through the darkness to the distant hills, the thousands of lights in Scottsdale were still visible in the lowlands, spread out as if on a jeweler’s tray. The sky, with its brilliant stars, extended far above us and the dark desert. A rabbit ran across the road and the beam of the car’s headlights, then took cover behind a cactus.
Soon we approached Carefree and its enormous red boulders. We drove through the town, past the elegant winter homes of wealthy northerners, and finally reached the older houses of Cave Creek. Right in front of us was a big building, like a low