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Patricia Kruse snapped this photo back in January when a parade of storms produced abundant rainfall and a scattering of rainbows.
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Rainbow over Fremont, Calif. (Patricia Kruse)
FREMONT, CA — Patricia Kruse shared this photo with Patch readers of a rainbow that she photographed back in January. Patricia wrote, “My husband Devin and I took a quick walk around Lake Elizabeth this week during a brief break from the rain. When the sun broke through the clouds for a quick minute, we were rewarded with a spectacular rainbow.”
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Three readers share photos of Wednesday’s rainbow.
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Rainbow over a BART train in Fremont, Calif. (Vikrant Joshi)
FREMONT, CA — As Wednesday’s storm cleared, a bright rainbow was seen over Fremont.
Several residents grabbed their cameras to record the beautiful sight.
Vikrant Joshi snapped photos at the BART station, telling Patch, “What a sight to tired eyes returning from a long day at work.”
Albert Wang’s photo was taken near the intersection of Stevenson and Mission boulevards around 6:20 p.m.
Huy Nguyen also captured the vibrant colors.
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Rainbow read online by Patricia Potter (Page 9)
This was, Meredith suspected, the real reason why Gil was after her. Combined, the Seaton and McIntosh plantations would dominate the area. She thought of Gil McIntosh. He was tall and thin, serious and painfully shy around women. She also knew that he was a good rider and a real farmer. But she will never marry a planter, never marry a man who owns slaves. Never. Never. So she will never marry.
Meredith had a dream. When everything is over, when she finds Lisa, they will go to Canada together, and she will paint. Without hiding, draw as she really can. She will no longer hide behind someone else’s name. Painting will be the most important thing for her. All she will need is painting and Lisa, a true friend. She will never hand over her life and fate to another person, especially a man.
She looked innocently at her brother.
– I’ll ask Daphne to try and put on … I’ll wear a lilac dress!
Robert blinked rapidly.
— Why don’t you wear the burgundy dress Evelyn gave you?
– Oh, it’s too simple. Yes, I think lilac is the best.” She gave him a big smile and rushed out of the office, imagining her brother tapping his fingers absently on the table. Poor Gil. Poor, poor Robert.
Returning to her room, Meredith released Daphne. She wanted to be alone. She sat down in the armchair by the window, the same armchair from which she had watched Lisa being taken away, and glanced over at Briarwood lying in front of her. House. The house where she was a stranger.
Meredith felt overwhelmed by the old painful loneliness, the longing for caresses, for a look warmed by love. She felt her lips tremble. From time to time, always unexpectedly, she had similar … seizures, they always had a devastating effect. Only one thing has always saved her.
Painting. Making the world not so lonely, not so hostile.
She moved away from the window and took out her paint bag. She had previously made sketches of the view from the window, and painted a huge oak tree, which, like a sentry, stood at the window, and fields where the harvest was ripening. They were white now, covered with small balls of cotton, reminiscent of the rare local snow she had once seen in New Orleans. She could see bowed figures; their hands, she knew, moved quickly and deftly from stalk to stalk. The workers—men, women, and even children over the age of seven—would return home at sunset, hunched over from bending over all the time.
Her hand caught the movements, but not the faces hidden by the bonnets and worn wide-brimmed hats that protected their wearers from the pitiless afternoon sun. When all the cotton is harvested, there will be a party with food and drinks from Robert, dancing and fun, maybe there will be weddings. And at home, Robert will give the traditional annual ball, which will bring together planters from all over the area and compare who has the best harvest.
And then work will begin again to prepare the fields for the next sowing. This circle never stopped, the work never got smaller.
Meredith looked at the canvas. Well done. She realized that the picture was a success. There was a tense strength in the figures and an indomitable pride in the silhouette of a woman who, alone of all, stood straight, turned to the sun. Although it was impossible to see her face, the whole pose was unmistakably defiant.
The body can be chained, but not the soul.
Levi Coffin said this at a lecture that Meredith attended in Cincinnati. She remembered those words because they touched her as much as they did those she helped.
Daphne knocked on the door. It’s been two hours already! She hurriedly hid the canvas in a painted chest at the foot of her bed. This is a completely safe place. She turned the key and slipped it behind the metal upholstery. She rarely ventured to paint here, but this sudden bout of melancholy just needed a release.
She already felt better. Elias will be happy to get another painting and the money it brings. Tonight, when everyone is asleep, she will finish it. The anticipation of work will make the evening tolerable.
The table, set with porcelain and crystal, shone in the glare of light cast by hundreds of faceted pendants on a candelabra, swaying from the flame of candles. Evelyn, always full of hope, dressed up as if she were the marriageable girl and not her unloved sister-in-law.
Gil felt uncomfortable in an old-fashioned blue waistcoat and trousers; His light brown, gentle eyes were fixed on Meredith, who was demonstrating her vast knowledge of politics.
“Mr. Fremont is so handsome and brave,” she chirped carelessly.
“He’s a Republican.” There was horror in her brother’s voice. He turned to Gil and shrugged. “Those women… It’s damn good that they can’t vote.
Meredith bit her lip to keep from making a sharp reply.
“I agree with one thing,” Gil said softly.
– He’s really brave. Thanks to him, we got California.
“But California is a free state,” Robert replied bitterly. “Mark my words, we will still fight over slavery. There is already bloodshed in Kansas and Missouri. The damn northerners won’t rest until they’ve razed our lives to the ground.
– Oh, war! Meredith said. – That sounds amazing. Military uniforms and balls and trumpets and columns of warriors marching to battle with the Yankees.
“There is nothing exciting about war,” Gil said quietly.
“Oh la,” she said carelessly, “it seems to me that war is very romantic. I’m sure you’ll all look very handsome and heroic.” She looked at them both dreamily. Isn’t it, Robert?
Robert studied his neighbor. Gil McIntosh rarely spoke, and Robert didn’t know where his sympathies belonged, despite the fact that Gil was a slave owner. Indeed, his neighbor was one of the largest slave owners in their part of Mississippi.
— What if there really is a war, Gil?
Gil carefully put down his napkin.
“Slaves make up half of my property,” he said. “My grandfather and father made a fortune on them. I have no choice – I have to use them, otherwise I will go bankrupt. Then they will simply be sold out, and it will be even worse than now. But I don’t like slavery. I never liked it, and if I saw any way out, I would use it. I would not fight to keep slavery.
“What the hell are you talking about,” Robert snapped, while Meredith looked at Gil with complete disbelief. Such a statement in Mississippi bordered on undermining the foundations.
Gil shrugged.
– Sometimes I think that I am even more in bondage than they are. We may all be slaves, Robert.
Evelyn abruptly changed the subject, inviting Gil to the ball she and Robert would give when the cotton was harvested.
“I would be very glad,” he replied simply, turning to Meredith and adding, “If Meredith will do me the honor of dancing with me.”
She felt a strange chill inside her, as if he saw more in her than anyone else.
She nodded hastily, trying to maintain the blank look she had trained herself to look at. Gil McIntosh was not at all what she had imagined him to be. But even he would frown at what she was up to. From his point of view, as from the point of view of the Others, it was no less shameful than stealing money.
At Robert’s request, she walked Gil to the door, all the while asking herself what he saw in her that aroused his interest. Maybe she didn’t play her part very well. This frightened her.
But she realized that she was wrong, because he just bowed at the door, said that everything was “delightful”, and left. She saw him jump on his horse, and all his clumsiness disappeared.
Robert came up and stood next to her.
“Maybe I was wrong about him,” he muttered. “It would never have crossed my mind to have such conversations.
“Oh, it’s all chic,” Meredith said. All you men are like that. If someone says one thing, then the other must necessarily say something else.
Just to argue. I’d rather talk about parties and who’s courting who.
Robert looked at her strangely and cursed to himself. God alone knows what will happen to Briarwood if Meredith succeeds him. She just needs to get married.
That night Meredith finished her painting, but her thoughts were still restless. It is good, of course, that in general her work suits her, it remains only to correct the sky and the river in the background.
She was twenty-four years old, and until this summer she had never paid much attention to men. Now she couldn’t sleep without remembering Captain Devreaux, and this evening Gil McIntosh had also aroused some feelings in her. These were not the thunder and lightning that Devreaux had evoked in her, it seemed, by his mere presence, but something more tender, something pleasant.
She looked at the canvas, at the proud figure in the center. Without realizing it, she straightened her back in the same way and raised her head.
Meredith locked the painting in a chest.
Maybe tomorrow she will go to the Pastor. He has always been a source of peace for her. If only the eyes of the damned captain hadn’t pursued her so insistently!
The dawn was clear and bright. Meredith felt tired from lack of sleep. After taking a hot bath prepared by Daphne, she quickly dressed in one of her many riding outfits. Like everything else she wore, the red was too bright, the decorative buttons too prominent, the fabric too heavy. Everything was a little too much. Tasteless, she thought with a kind of perverse satisfaction.
But instead of going straight to where she was going with her paint bag and sketch pad, she set off on the road, only to find herself drifting off the path. For years she has avoided this part of the forest because it reminds her of Lisa and the few happy days of her childhood. Meredith quickly found that tree. The swing was gone, the rope and board were rotten, and the small clearing was overgrown. But she remembered everything.
Meredith heard laughter.
His own… And his laughter. As she flew higher and higher into the sky, he mingled with the song of the wind. She closed her eyes, trying to catch the sound of his voice. Still not cynical. Not funny yet. He was carefree, sincere, cheerful. As did Lisa’s laugh when it was her turn to rock. Lisa was afraid to swing as high as Meredith, and Quinn Devreaux soothed her with care and tenderness and made the usually shy Lisa laugh.
He stood in front of her eyes, tall, with a slight smile and eyes beaming with laughter. At the thought of him, handsome, gentle, proud, she felt warmth all over her.
A sudden gust of cold wind scratched her cheek, bringing her back to the present. She glanced at the tree again. There were no children. Only a piece of tattered rope hung from the tree, swaying in the gusts of wind. Illusion. She saw what she wanted to see, not what really happened. She remembered what she wanted to remember, and nothing more. Probably even then cruelty appeared in him, but the child did not want to notice it.
Meredith shook her head. She needs to get rid of this obsession. Necessary. He was just like that rotten piece of rope.
Without looking back, she found a fallen tree and climbed onto her horse. She had a long road to the Pastor.
His name was Jonathan Ketchtower, but everyone just called him Pastor, and he and Elias, a Quaker in New Orleans, connected Meredith with the Underground Railroad. They provided her with a list of runaway slave stations and reported what was happening across the network. Sometimes they cheered her up, and she needed courage.
The pastor was, frankly, the best person she had ever met, and the bravest, because he was the one who often got in the way of dogs and runaway slave hunters, thus helping the slaves get to safety.
As she drove up, Meredith heard one of Pastor’s dogs barking and knew he was home. She whistled as he had taught her, and the dog immediately fell silent. The pastor worked miracles with animals, and Meredith marveled at how he could do it.
When he saw her, he smiled broadly, and she couldn’t help but smile back at him. He had long, straight, smooth hair, which he often pushed back impatiently with his hand. His beard was ragged, which gave him a harmless and gentle appearance, and his eyes changed from penetrating to completely indifferent in a matter of seconds. No one could look more harmless when they needed to, and no one, Meredith suspected, could do that much.
“Merry,” he said cheerfully, “come in.” Have you eaten anything?
She shook her head. She left before breakfast, before Evelyn could catch her and start extolling the virtues of Gil McIntosh.
“Well, all right,” he said, “I have fresh bread and some honey, one of my friends sent me.
He took her to a small, clean house. A wicker rug covered the floor, and under the floor, Meredith knew, was a secret room. All that was in the house was a simple bed neatly made, a table and two chairs, a few hooks driven into the wall from which the Pastor’s black robe hung, and finally a large fireplace.
It amazed her how all this, so invisible and poor, could be so cozy. Pastor’s simple dwelling seemed more like a home than her own plantation mansion.
Soon he made tea and they enjoyed eating together.
“Tell me about your journey,” the Pastor asked after they had eaten, and he leaned back in his chair and lit his pipe. The pipe and animals were his only passion.
– I found a man on the Graves plantation and gave him the name of the first station, a compass and some money. He can leave at any time,” she said. He promised to wait a month. Maybe there will be another one with him.
— Have you heard anything about Lisa?
— No. But I found another girl, Daphne. She was a plantation maid who was sold. She is very fearful and insecure. Maybe in a few months you will help her escape to the North.
“It’s dangerous,” Pastor replied. “You know we don’t advise helping our own slaves escape.
“I know,” she replied. “But I look at Daphne and think of Lisa and the pain she must have gone through.
— Can’t she herself?
Meredith shrugged helplessly.
— I don’t know… not now… maybe in a while…
The pastor looked at Meredith warmly. He wasn’t sure about her at all when Levvi Coffin asked him to talk to her. There were very few members of the Underground Railroad among slave families; this system has grown into their blood and flesh, has become too big a part of their lives for them to challenge it. He knew that some of them succeeded and were of great benefit, since they usually had the opportunity to move more freely than other members of the organization.
It’s been five years since Meredith became part of this system, and he has never been disappointed with it. She was of an exceptionally bright, mature nature and possessed a highly developed sense of duty, which was rarely found in a person of her age. And very few women would voluntarily pretend to be fools and give the best years of their lives to serving an idea, helping a friend.
The Underground Railroad was a secret amateur organization whose members had only one common desire – to help runaway slaves. The participants themselves also brought new people, feeling in them a desire to participate in this. There was no formal organization, no lists. One knew the other, that one knew the third, and so on. Some, like Pastor, knew the entire network and passed the information on to those who needed it. He informed Meredith about those who could help her in the places she went, but no more. Nobody just talked about anything. There has never been a betrayal in the underground organization, and everyone wanted it to be so forever.
— When did you return? – he asked.
— A few weeks ago, on the Lucky Lady. His black bushy eyebrows drew back slightly.
— On the Lucky Lady?
— Do you know anything about this ship? she asked with an interest that surprised her.
— Yes, rumors.
“About the captain, of course,” Meredith said indignantly.
Or who he is.
— You didn’t like him?
“I’ve never met a more arrogant and cruel person,” Meredith replied hotly.
The pastor leaned back in his chair, showing that he was waiting for her to continue.
– He has a slave. He’s mutilated and scarred all over his back.
— How do you know the captain did it?
“He admitted it himself,” she replied. “And the slave told my maid.
“I heard something,” Pastor said thoughtfully. “You said he admitted it himself?” Have you talked to him?
— He invited Opal and me to dinner. Along with hunters for runaway slaves.
Pastor’s expression did not change.
“Very interesting,” he remarked in an indifferent voice.
— Deserving of contempt, — she answered. His mouth twisted into a faint smile.
— Who are they?
– Brothers named Carroll. I drew their portraits and made descriptions, and you pass them on.” She pulled out a sketch pad and handed him two sheets of paper.
He looked at them carefully, noting the confident strokes and admiring her work. She had a good memory for faces and places. He was surprised that she could not see anything in the captain of the ship. Usually her intuition did not fail her.
– Tell me more about the captain.
“Besides being a gambler, it’s clear that he’s a scoundrel and a swindler,” Meredith replied, blushing a little as she remembered his kisses.
— He didn’t try to… hit on you? Pastor asked uncertainly.
Meredith hesitated. Could this angry, mocking kiss be considered as harassment? She was sure that he only did it in response to her slap. Why did she hit him? Not for what he did or said, but more for the sheer invitation in his eyes. An invitation that some vulnerable, defenseless part of her soul really wanted to answer.
“No,” she finally answered, but the pause made Pastor think.
There was a moment of silence between them, and he recited a prayer to himself. He knew Quinn Devreaux as well as Meredith Seaton, and he knew they both had to keep their feelings in check.
Both of them were passionate natures, otherwise they would not have been able to do what they did. But they hid that thrill behind a mask, a carefully crafted mask, and he dreaded to imagine what might happen if the masks fell.
He realized that he would have to do everything to keep them apart. He could tell from the blush on Meredith’s cheeks that the first sparks had already fallen between the two. In supplication, he raised his eyes to heaven. He must prevent them from meeting. Anyway. The problem was that both agents were unusually stubborn. God help them if they start stubborn together.
But the Pastor had to be insincere. He had to learn this in the ten years that he worked on the Railroad.
“I think that Captain Devreaux can be very dangerous.” The sense of necessity drowned out the pain of guilt at being deceitful. “The wisest course of action is to avoid this ship.
She nodded.
School “Perspektiva” for special children will move to Topolevaya
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The Perspektiva School for Children with Health Disabilities is about to move from Potaninskaya Street to the building on Topolevaya Street.
This will double the occupancy rate. If earlier more than 130 children studied at the school, now the doors will be opened for 200 children with cerebral palsy, autism and epilepsy. Communications have already been installed, facade work and finishing of classrooms are being completed. They will be chamber – such is the specificity of training.
8-10 people in the class – no more. Special students need an individual approach. The queue to the Perspektiva school is long; before, you had to huddle in half of the kindergarten building. Now there will be a place not only for learning, but also for adaptation.
“We previously opened a resource class on the territory of another school – we rented it. Here we have room for the resource class to be not one, but two. These are classes for children with emotional-volitional disorders. They adapt, then we include them in regular classes,” says Tamara Voronetskaya, director of the Perspektiva school for children with disabilities.
Ramps, wide doorways and two floors so that you do not have to climb high stairs – all the health features of students are taken into account here. Also, an outdoor sports ground with a rubberized coating was made in the school yard. The area continues to be landscaped. They promise to complete the overhaul of the building by the beginning of the school year and arrange a solemn assembly, as in all schools. By this time, they plan to lay new asphalt on the road leading to the building.
“She was not in the plans for this year. But we understood that if we open a new school, then we need a new road to it. The Department of Transportation is working hard today. At the expense of saved funds, due to non-standard solutions, the road and sidewalks are being repaired. Accessibility issues are also taken into account here,” says Novosibirsk Mayor Anatoly Lokot.
In addition to the sidewalk, according to the plan, there are also many parking spaces to make it more convenient for parents to bring students with limited mobility to study.