
Anyway, a bit of research revealed that this was a child’s cap most likely used in the Illinois coal mines. Yes, a cloth cap on a child in a mine. Sigh, shake your head and read on. It is definitely appalling.
The novel that I’ve had to set aside to write about the Dakota Access Pipeline is set in a community where the mines have played out. I just re-found this cap cleaning at my dad’s. I should be noodling over pipelines and water rights and the Army Corp of Engineers but I’m thinking about kids in mines and my novel.
I have a new twist that will help increase the stakes rattling around in my head. When I don’t have time to write it. I sent myself an e-mail as a reminder and I’m hoping that will buy me some time. If not, and the idea just won’t leave me alone, I’ll try to find fifteen minutes to work this into my “outline.” It seems kind to call the increasingly chaotic jumble of notes an outline but there you have it.
Thank you, inspiration. Your timing is just a tiny bit stinko.
–SueBE