Cindy Beitinger Cindy Beitinger
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"jumberising" what is this word? Is this what you meant to type?

Davide Castel Davide Castel
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Jumberising is exactly that. Cutting a ship in half, and adding a whole middle section to it. This is what they call it, but it may not be a familiar or proper word. However, I know this is true, for I don't doubt my husband in this area. I guess I was the pregnant woman, but only had the 1 not the 3, but this was a work of fiction.

Davide Castel Davide Castel
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Maybe it should be spelt jumbourising?

Cindy Beitinger Cindy Beitinger
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Okay. I would have thought something like jumbo-sizing but I guess that is the gist of it anyways.

Davide Castel Davide Castel
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You are probably correct Cindy. Jumborising was probably just a slang. Thanks for point it out.

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This is an improptu story we had to write about 10 yrs. ago for our U.3.A. Creative writing Class -  the title being,  'The Letter'


My dear Henri,


By the time this letter reaches you next week when your ship docks in Japan and you will be celebrating your twenty-fifth birthday. I am writing to wish you much happiness in anticipation of a memorable day in your new venture.


       Even as a little boy, it had always been your dream to travel the high seas, so it was no surprise to your father and I, when you joined the Marines at eighteen. Imagine, my boy being in Japan, whilst your ship is being lengthened by cutting it in two and then adding the middle section. It sounds rather exciting to experience the jumberising of a ship. However, I know there was a price to pay for this experience and four weeks in Japan is indeed a long time to be living there, without your dear wife.   5 comments


       Rose has been fretting daily since you left her two weeks ago, but in her delicate condition it was not possible to have her fly to meet you there.  The doctor said that her confinement with the triplets, requires her to rest as much as possible. Fancy that! My son to be the only father of triplets in our family! Who would have thought it possible? I always knew that you came from good stock my son. After all, remember that I bore you with no trouble at all, especially being the youngest. In fact all of your thirteen brothers and one sister have been a source of amazement to other long suffering and envious mothers.


        I will always remember the day you were born. I was forty-one at the time. Your father had been nominated the “Father of the Year” and we were out drinking and celebrating in the Grand ballroom of the Windsor Hotel, after having had our group family portrait taken.  Quite a large family we were too. Your little sister was fifteen months old and sat on my knee.  We presented a beautiful picture. Your father standing tall and so very proud, holding his right hand over his heart and surrounded by his brood.


        Later I was given a glass of bubbling champagne and was drinking it quite thirstily when suddenly you decided there and then, to make your entrance into this world, right on the ballroom floor! Quite a commotion it caused and it made the front-page news. 'Father of the year does it again, and again and again.’  We called you Henri, after our adventurous seafaring neighbor, who captured the entire episode with his Polaroid camera.  He was quite efficient in giving instructions and seemed to be the only one around to know what to do, until the ambulance arrived.  The rest is history.


       There is one more thing I feel I should mention. You are definitely old enough to understand. Your father had caught the measles and didn’t know it at the time, but that illness left him infertile the year before you were born. We had been having a few problems too, so when Henri came on leave at the time, I was quite taken in with the handsome exciting devil that he was. No one ever thought he would settle, yet some years later, he surprisingly married a country girl who gave birth to triplets.  Well, my dear son, I’ll let you figure that one out for yourself.


      Once again, have a very Happy Birthday my dear Henri, and the future father of triplets.


Love always, your dutiful and very own, Mother.  X X X


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