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Saturday January 19th 2019Tim Candler9


     Heavy rain, followed by snow, followed by some kind of an  invasion by Polar Air, a vortex or something, temperatures falling toward lows difficult to maintain in the forecourt of an elderly mind which sometimes has nightmares about cold weather, and for the currently very fortunate all of it is perfect weather for N Scale, more precisely Bridge Building. At the same time if the electric fails your modeler may well wax considerably less Christian as he devolves into Devil worship, Satanic rituals and the whole panoply of the demonic approach to meaning. There are eight critical new bridges. They are in your face bridges, they are not shy, they are definitely "look at me" bridges and it would be failure of character should I suddenly decide to do little more than stick a couple of decorative accents on them, then hide them with greenery or whatever. And at the same time eight bridges issued from my own greed for track, wide curves and multiple locomotives, an empire of train that threatened to relocate a Carmelite monastery that resulted in the curse of a brick making purgatory laid upon me by the Superior of Saint Teresa's Barefoot Carmelites coming true. One route out of this mess is to give all the bridges Saints names, not as easy as it sounds, there's months of research, possibly a little re-interpretation of the often misleading texts but at least the matter of where to start is usually solved by laying out parameters and this time there will be rigid discipline, none of this drifting off, getting side-tracked, boxed into a corner by a tasty morsel, such as the suggestion by modern scholars that Saint Teresa's visions were a consequence of hallucinogens from a mold that can develop in certain kinds of bread.



     Down deep inside me I always knew it was more likely an error to play fast and loose with my own timeframe for the Medieval Period as a well spring for idea within the County of Saint Barbara. And by no stretch of a fevered imagination can Teresa be considered a Medieval Saint.  She was a product of the reformations that hit Europe in 16th Century and in my own understanding, there'll be vicious debates of course, the Medieval Period began with the retreat of the Roman Legions and had easily ended by the 11th Century. In the Medieval Period it was friends and peers that decided who was worthy of Sainthood, none of this Devil's Advocate from Rome turning up and asking silly questions like whether or not causing the earth to open up and swallow an unwanted suitor, or causing lightning to strike a really horrible person was something the Lord looked for in his earthly spokespeople. Entirely possible in a county named after the Saint Barbara of lightning strikes and causing there to be windows in a prison tower despite the express wishes of her father, she's the patron saint of artillery for goodness sake, could possibly get along with a non-medieval saint who chose not to wear shoes as a statement of her determination to remain a pure mendicant. The other thing to keep in mind is that Saint Benoit, the Patron Saint of Bridges was actually buried in a bridge he built over the Avignon River, typically enough he wasn't a Medieval Saint, far from it, and it was because of his suspect branding activities, stuff like healing the lame, straightening up humpbacks, his work with the blind and so on, that the wealthy decided to fund his bridge building ambitions in the course of their own desperate search for an alternative path through the eye of a needle.

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