#Hing Hay Park

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[jungle-angel]

Bedding Down For The Night (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett settle in as summer turns to fall

Rhett heaved a heavy sigh as he led the two calves into Abigail's stall for the night, gently guiding the two little dairy calves into the pen with their mother and her mate. He never truly liked when summer ended. Like you, he loved the way the grasses swayed in the breeze, the smells of the flowers after it rained, the sunshine, the heat, the buzz of the cicadas and the sounds of the peepers at night. Of course he loved all the fall smells, the warm dinners on a sharp, chilly night and the baked goods you and Cecelia made for the farmers' markets every year, but Rhett hated the autumn and winter blues that came with the changing of the seasons.

The male calf chewed a little at his shirt sleeve and licked Rhett's hand before he laid right down in the hay. Rhett gave him a playful scratch on the side of the head, kissing the top of it before shuttering the windows and throwing the little latchkey to close the windows and the stall gate on his way out. The horses were all set, as were the goats, the pigs and the chickens, all safe in their barns and stables for the night.

Back to the house he went, the coolness in the air evident and the few scatterings of fallen leaves already on the ground. He couldn't believe that in less than four weeks, Amy would be starting preschool at the outdoorsy-hippie school you taught at. It seemed like only yesterday she was just a tiny baby, taken in by you and Rhett and who she always called "Mommy and Daddy" instead of "Uncle and Auntie". Now she would be starting preschool in September when the leaves would be falling and the threat of winter was looming around the corner.

Up the steps he went, the front door creaking open on its hinges as he walked into the brightly lit home. He knew you were upstairs on strict bedrest but Cecelia was downstairs reading Amy and Hannah a story before dinner time.

"Hey Ma," he greeted.

"Hey Grumpy," Cecelia chuckled when she finished the story.

Amy jumped right up as Hannah carefully climbed her way down the sofa, waddle-running to her father with her Eeyore stuffie in her hands. Amy still had her little circus-clown ragdoll, taking it with her wherever she could possibly go. Luckily, Mrs. Newman and the other teachers at the school told the incoming children that they would be allowed to bring a stuffed animal or a doll from home to sleep with at naptime and would even learn to make their own.

"You two eat yet?" Rhett asked them.

"Papa made dinner," Amy answered.

"Momma still upstairs??"

Amy nodded.

"Alright, you and Hannah go get ready for baths," Rhett told her. "Gotta start goin to bed a little earlier now that school's startin for the the both of you."

Amy and Hannah both scooted up the stairs to wait for Rhett while Cecelia started on cleaning up the kitchen. "Can't believe she starts school in four weeks," he remarked, leaning against the doorframe.

"Yeah and ya'll got two more little ghouls comin up behind'em," Cecelia remarked as she began scooping the rice and asparagus into a plastic container.

Rhett groaned at the fact that already you two were expecting twin boys, the due date slowly creeping in just as the seasons did when they changed. "Yeah (y/n) was sayin something earlier about one of them resting their little butt right on top of her bladder."

"And need I remind ya'll that you used mine for a soccer ball?" Cecelia reminded him.

"Ma....."

"Your father would complain every time I had to run thirty minutes back to the house for a new pair of pants...."

"Ma......"

"........And it didn't help at all when you parked your little butt wherever you damn well pleased....."

"MOTHER!!"

Cecelia laughed as she spooned the last of the rice from the rice cooker into the container, closing the lid up and putting it away in the fridge.

"C'mon Ma," Rhett told her. "Why do you have to be so embarrassing?"

"It's my job," Cecelia answered. "And believe me, that's nothing compared to what your father, your godfather and your uncles all have on you."

Rhett felt his cheeks going hot at the thought.

When he had finished bantering back and forth with his mother and when Royal had come stumbling through the door, exhausted from having finished the day's work, Rhett went right upstairs to get Amy and Hannah ready for their baths.

As soon as the girls had been scrubbed clean and stuck in their pajamas, they both ran right back downstairs to bug their grandfather while Rhett went straight to his room. You had been holed up in his bed all day long, resting and watching one movie after another on the little tv resting on an old dresser he had decided to use for a stand.

Rhett snuck in next to you, coiling his arm around you protectively as his hand slid to your ever growing bump. "Boys are restless again?" he mumbled.

"You'd better believe it," you told him. "I couldn't even work on my knitting this afternoon. They kept using my liver as a punching bag."

Rhett stifled a laugh but he knew these next three months would drag out like the last few hours of a long road trip.

"Any news on the house?" you asked him.

"Wes FaceTimed me earlier when I was in town and told me that the dead tree on the property collapsed and almost hit the lumber truck," Rhett chuckled.

"How's Russ?"

"Still cranky," Rhett yawned, the room already having grown darker as the night had finally set in. "Nona told him he couldn't help work on the house."

"M'sure that went over like a fart in church."

You two had grown sleepier than usual, but when Rhett finally looked at his digital clock on his nightstand, he mustered what little strength he had left to go check on the girls.

Royal handed Hannah off to him as soon as he got upstairs while Amy stumbled slowly to her room. He laid Hannah right down in her pretty little bed, covering her with her pale, rosy pink and white blankets and tucking her in with her Eeyore and her little baby doll in its pink dress.

Amy had barely made it to her room when Rhett picked her up and brought her in, placing her in her bed and pulling the quilts and the crochet blanket over her. Her little circus-clown ragdoll was tucked carefully under her arm, his adorable, brightly painted face and soft, cuddly little body close to Amy's face.

Rhett kissed her goodnight and Hannah too before heading back to your room to snuggle in for the night. The two of you soon fell asleep as the movie played out and the chilly night had at last set in, you and your little family remaining cozy as ever, just as you did with every season that came and went.

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“Marihuana Caches Found At Leamington,” Windsor Star. October 26, 1938. Page 3 & 10. ---- Valued At $100,000 Discovered Hidden in Summer Cottages at Seacliff Park ---- Police Summoned Definitely Identified as Narcotic Weed Used to Make ‘Reefers’ ---- From South Essex Bureau of The Windsor Star LEAMINGTON, Oct. 26. A large cache of marihuana, being dried in a vacated lakeside cottage here, was discovered by three Leamington youths, yesterday afternoon, when they went to remove their furniture.

SECOND DISCOVERY SUBSEQUENT discovery last night by The Windsor Star while taking pictures, was another cache of marihuana in a tended up cottage about 20 feet from tne one occupied by the Leamington youths. This second cottage was not entered until R.C.M.P. were summoned but through the front screen the drying hemp weeds were seen. 

This second cottage was occupied, it was learned, by Mr. and Mrs. Glen Drew, of Leamington, during the summer months. 

About the same amount of marihuana was apparently drying in both cottages. Total value is estimated at $100,000. 

NOTIFY POLICE The trio, who made the original discovery, Rene Vanden Brande, 22, 10 Marlboro street east, Everitt M. Smith, 19, 16 Marlboro street east, and Melvin Foster, 22, 73 Victoria avenue, immediately notified Provincial Constable F. C. Thurston, after the weed had been identified as hemp-producing marihuana, the narcotic weed from which "reefer cigarets are manufactured. 

The youth’s cottage, a nine by 11-foot shack with canvas top, is situated on Park street, diagonally across from Seacliff Park. It is owned by Sidney Wall. Talbot street west. The three youths who made the discovery had rented the cottage during the summer. It had been vacant since September, they said. 

The land on which the cottage stands was rented from Fred Skeritt, Leamington. 

Late yesterday afternoon they went to the cottage to remove furniture, luggage, and belongings, for the winter. They also wanted to get their swimming suits for use at the Y.M. C.A. 

WINDOW BLOCKED Arriving at the cottage they found that a netting window which ran around the shack had been closed with card-board. The card-board had been tacked up as if to block the vision of any passers-by, Mr. Vanden Brande said. 

Their suspicions were further aroused when they found the front door locked with a lock different from their own. They were forced to remove the door from its hinges before entering. 

Inside the small summer cottage, the former occupants found the hemp laid out over the floor. The marihuana had been partially crushed and was laid out, one and two inches deep over the entire floor. Stalks, three and four feet high, lined the wall. "I thought at first they were keeping a pig at our place. There was what seemed to be hay all over the floor," Mr. Vanden Brande told The Star. 

IDENTIFY WEED Immediately suspecting the weed was marihuana, the trio obtained several handfuls In a card-board box, also several stalks of it. They removed their belongings, locked the cottage again after replacing the door, and went immediately to Leamington, where the weed was tentatively identified as marihuana. 

Provincial Constable Thurston was summoned and readily Identified the sample as marihuana. Picking up only a handful of the pulverized and dried hemp, he said it was sufficient to heavily drug four or five people. The youths said the cottage floor contained hundreds of times that much. R.C.M.P. Patrick Roome, at Amherstburg, was notified by Provincial Constable Thurston, and Is investigating the marihuana cache. 

LEFT IN SEPTEMBER Everitt Smith said they had vacated the cottage in September and it had not been occupied, to their knowledge, since that time. They could not supply any information to police regarding who might have used the cottage for the weed. 

The floor covered with the hemp, and the stalks lining the four walls, it appeared that marihuana was being deliberately dried in the shack. The mattress on the bed had also been covered with the marihuana, they said. 

Both Smith and Vanden Brande had seen the weed being removed from vacant lots by police earlier this year, and they were reasonably sure that the weed in the cottage was marihuana. Smith said he tasted some and thought it was hemp. Provincial Constable Thurston definitely identified the weed as marihuana. He said it was already in condition for smoking. 

FIND BOXES In the cottage the youths say, they found a burlap bag and a cigaret paper which had not been left there by them. The cottage, they said, when thev vacated it, had been clean and orderly. Last night it presented a dirty sight with the pulverized weed covering the entire floor and lying two and three inches deep on the bed. Cardboard had been securely tacked up to keep out all light. An electric wire supplying the cottage for illumination had been disconnected. The occupants believed that this was an ordinary procedure to protect the cottages from fire. 

In one corner of the cabin was a pile of cardboard shoe boxes, which the occupants also said had not been left there by them. These and the burlap bag, they thought, might have been used for transporting the marihuana. They attached no significance to the cigaret paper. 

BREAK IN "I was mad. The first thing I saw all over the bed and floor was this weed. We thought wed find out what it was. Somebodv had locked the door. After we peeked m and saw all this, we broke in. As soon as I found it I thought immediately of marihuana,” Mr. Smith said. 

"I figured if it was anything at all. marihuana would be the only thing they would put in there, Mr. Vanden Brande added. 

Mr. Vanden Brande operates the Leamington Business College here and is engaged with Mr. Smith in auditing books of local business places. 

Earlier this year, authorities at Point Pelee National Park discovered several hundred thousand dollars worth of the weed growing wild. It was removed and destroyed under police surveillance. Some had been carried off, however, workers discovered, while they were removing it.

Trio Discover Makings For Reefer Cigarets The most sensational discovery of marihuana, loco weed from which "reefer cigarets are manufactured, was made by three Leamington youths at a lakeside, cottage yesterday. Returning to their summer residence, near Seacliff Park, to remove furniture and luggage, they found their small place had been turned into a cache for drying the vicious drug. Rene Vanden Brande, one of the trio, is shown above at the left, pointing to a pile of shoe boxes in a corner of the cottage. The youths believe that whoever is responsible for the weed used the boxes for transporting it. Vanden Brande is shown at the right with his two companions checking over samples of the marihuana. Left to right are: Everitt Smith and Melvin Foster, with some of the stalks of marihuana, and Vanden Brande, holding a shoe box containing some of the dried and pulverized plant. Subsequent search revealed another cottage, 20 feet away, in which more of the weed was being dried,

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Filipino Community Protests Philippine Presidential Election Results

Filipino activists held a protest march from Jose Rizal Park to Hing Hay Park to voice their opposition to Ferdinand "Bongbong" Marcos Jr.'s presidency, with chants echoing through the streets of the Chinatown-International District (CID). Jose Rizal Park is named after the national hero of the Philippines, who helped inspire Filipinos to lead a revolution against Spanish colonizers at the end of the 19th century. ABS-CBN reported that at least 533 vote-counting machines were reported defective, while the Commission on Elections (COMELEC) stated that 1,867 machines experienced technical issues.

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Hing Hay Park the other night.

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[amanuensisnessy]

Avant-Garde #005

“Su total es 577 pesos y medio litro de sangre. Por favor firme en la máquina y presione el botón verde,” I point to the machine in the same manner I did so many months ago to Amos.

“Acepta dinero en efectivo?” the old man asks, while taking out his worn out wallet.

I smile earnestly at the man and take the bills from his hands, “ Hay un banco por la entrada si quiere sentarse para esperar por el autobús. También le puse un jugo y un bocadillo gratis para que no se me desmaya cuando salga.”

The old man beamed at the free items and thanked me in spanish. I saw him inspect the items as he walked through the doors and then took a seat in front of the store. 

“When did you learn spanish?” Amos had appeared from behind an aisle of medicated shampoos.

“I had to keep myself from going crazy over the centuries. Figured languages were the best way to go. Especially since I was going to see the sights and whatnot.”

“I can already imagine the kind of stories you have away from home,” he plopped his elbows on the counter.

“I have to finish this story first.”

“Well then, do go on.”

And on I went.

My life followed the same pattern it had right after the break-up with Silas. I went to work, my friends comforted me, and I went home. I just wished it felt as normal as it seemed. For the next few months I felt eyes pressed against my back. I was expecting to see Anita or Silas with a new campaign to join their community every few minutes, but never showed up to harass me.

Years had gone by and I had finally put the whole ordeal behind me. I truly started feeling comfortable in my own skin and felt safe appearing in public. That is, until things stopped making sense.

Every new year, every member of my family would gather at a reserved salon, park, and one year a graveyard. I’d kiss hello close family and introduce myself to new faces. After a few years I would see some changes.

Those who were the same age as me would gain a new wrinkle, a new white hair, or a new ulcer. My baby cousins were getting acceptance letters to their colleges. The final nail in the coffin, I was the only face my grandpa would remember. And that was when Anita’s words came to haunt me.

Naturally, I stopped going to family events. I cut contact with my family, coming up with every excuse I could think of to excuse my absence. Eventually, my close family members figured something wasn’t right with and wanted to help get me out of the situation. Unfortunately, they decided help was showing up at my apartment and seeing my youthful face. I still looked like I was in my early thirties when I should have been in my mid forties. I got away with my appearance for years because of make-up and beauty products. Those excuses were all for naught when I answered the door in a messy ponytail and worn out t-shirt.

The hinges threatened to fall right off with the amount of force I slammed the door. That didn’t stop my Dad and cousin from breaking in. I ran to the bathroom and proceeded to lock that door. I am grateful they didn’t decide to force themselves into the bathroom. Instead they voiced their concerns through the door.

“Margo! Come out,” her voice was gentle and pleading. I almost did come out, but then I heard more voices. 

Louder more excited voices. Voices that belong to new family members. Then I heard older voices. Those of my cousin’s husband and my mom. They were deciding whether to eat out or cook something in the kitchen. 

I guess my Dad must have convinced them to wait outside while my cousin tried to convince me to come out of the bathroom. I didn’t open the door for them that night. I slept on the bathroom tile.

It wasn’t until I woke up the next morning that I realized I had not hit rock bottom just yet. My Dad and cousin had seen me in all my youthfulness. 

I love my family to pieces but I would not trust them with secrets. For as big their heart was, they’re mouths ran like they were on a time-limit. It’s how my family found out my uncle’s habit of stealing butter from restaurants for later use. He really brought a whole new meaning to butterfingers and hardly a day goes by where they don’t let him forget it. Even so, my situation  and my uncle’s situation was on opposite ends of the doomed spectrum.

If the wrong person found out about my situation, would I immediately be thrown into a sci-fi movie? One with metal tables and syringes? Where the light of day is prohibited? Where I become something less than human?

I pulled the door open with a little more force than I intended to. Just as I was about to search for my phone, my foot met with a cold slime. I fell face first into the shaggy carpet. My arms, luckily, broke my fall. Unluckily they were throbbing with pain. There was a chicken salad sandwich slathered on the bottom of my foot, as well as on the floor and the door frame. Right beneath the plate the sandwich was resting on was a note. 

Margo

I’ve got a new number (XXX)XXX-0493. Call me when you’re ready, we’re staying at a hotel nearby for 2 more days. Jon is taking the kids back home, but you’re parents and I will be waiting for you. 

Delany

P.s. only your Dad and I know. We won’t say anything unless you want us to.

I couldn’t help it. I laughed.

Tears began streaming down my face once again. I don’t know why, but I guess some sort of relief had finally hit me. I was worried things would get out of hand. I began spiraling into an abyss of darkness and hopelessness and here my cousin was reassuring me. I knew my Dad’s lips have loosened over the years, but I also knew my cousin would keep watch over him like a hawk.

I cleaned up the sandwich and gave her a call.

They were sitting in my living room 15 minutes later. Another 20 minutes and I had told what had happened between Silas and I. It took a lot longer to explain to them how I was feeling and how I felt the years after. 

I’m glad they didn’t interrupt my breakdown, but my Dad was such a Dad, “I guess you’re the family cryptid now.”

“Calvin!” my mom slapped his leg, “ now is not the time for jokes!”

I smiled at the interaction. It brought a little bit of normalcy back into my life and I was grateful for that, but the conversation wasn’t over. Neither were the questions.

“ Are you sure of what you saw when you woke up? You weren’t passed out drunk were you?” my mom aged a little more that day. 

As insulting as that question may have sounded, I let it slide like water on a duck’s back. After all, I was in the same stage of denial for much longer. “Honestly Mom, no. All I wanted to do was to get out of there as fast as I could. All I remember of the living is a giant circle where I had been lying down.”

“And it couldn’t have been a prank?” Mom was still grasping at straws.

So I showed her my scar. The one that did not fade with time, but glowed brighter and hotter when I showed them. “I really wish it was a prank.”

Delany had not said anything during this time. Instead she got up and began walking back and forth between the living room and the hallway that led to my room. Their reactions could’ve been worse. Dad was trying to make light of the situation and Mom was trying to reason with it. I’m not sure what Delany was up to, but it worried me.

I could feel the lump of stress building in my throat. The heavy dam of tears that was threatening to break. A tremble that was starting to take form. In short, I felt a sniper aiming at my bare back and I wasn’t sure if I wanted them to pull the trigger.

Delany came back a few times, looked me square in the face, and left again. She repeated the process several times before finally settling down next to me. “When did you start noticing?”

She held my hands in reassurance, but I felt it was more to keep me from running away, “when I saw Sonia’s 7th birthday party pictures on Face. I was scrolling through the pictures and comments people were posting about the bull ride. There was a picture where I showed up with a slice of cake and then someone made a comment. I think it was a friend of a friend or something,” I waved my hand in the air, “that posted something crass about me. I don’t want to try to remember what they said, but I ended up going down this rabbit hole of pictures. Looking for every picture of myself on every media platform and comparing them to when I talked to Anita. Turns out she was right. And honestly, I feel like I’m going to spiral into something I won’t be able to get out of.”

Delany squeezed my hands, “this is something bigger than any of us, but I promise you, you will have our support for -” her voice dropped. She didn’t have to finish her sentence. In fact, it was a little bit of relief that she didn’t say it. I wasn’t ready for that train of thought. 

“Thank-you,” I wiped away the dam from my eyes only for more to stream down my cheeks. I felt my Dad’s arms wrapping around me and then my mom joined the group hug. Then I had a thought, “What if I did become the family cryptid?”

“I was just joking about that,” my Dad’s face was filled with concern.

“I know Dad, but I think it could work. I could still go to family events and we could start a rumor.”

“I don’t like this. Rumors could get really nasty,” the concern came from Mom this time.

“What did you have in mind?” Delany was committed to the bit.

“We could explain my age through products at first. Make-up skills? Healthy Living? The normal stuff,” everyone sat back down. “I wouldn’t go to all the family events and maybe I’ll disappear for a few years in ‘self-reflection’ or some other excuse. When I come back, we start over with the normal excuses and insert some travel stories. Maybe I met a Shaman in a bookstore or crossed the wrong bridge.”

“After that we sprinkle in some truth and pass it off as a joke,” Delany smacks her fist into her open palm.

As excited as Delany was, my Dad was not 100% on board with the plan. “Hold on. I know it was my joke that started all this, but aren’t we approaching this all wrong. Shouldn’t we focus on undoing this curse?”

“We’ll need to pick and choose what parties you can attend to make it a bit more believable,” to everyone’s surprise my Mom was on board.

“Evelyn!”

“Calvin,” her tone was much more calm than it should’ve been and that terrified all of us, “we  could look into this situation like a medical phenomenon. Have Margo in and out of hospitals trying to figure out what’s going on. Worst case scenario, she’s taken to some disclosed location where they treat her as a test subject in the search for youthful eternity.” That was a lot to take in, but my Mom wasn’t finished, “or  we take a different approach and try to break the curse ourselves. In this case we look for witches and crackpots on the street. In the process of trying to fix it this way, we unleash unknown evils into this world.”

Completely defensive now, “We CAN’T just leave her like this.”

“Of course not, we can do several things. We execute this plan and we do some intense research. DO NOT do anything ritualistic,” she paused for a moment, “at least not without talking to everyone here.”

We talked straight into the night and laid down a lifetime scam. I had yellow legal paper across the coffee table and floor. For the next decade, I became someone full of secrets. Different family members and family friends became so confused with the misdirection and gaslighting that they started creating their own stories.

I came from beyond the stars.

I was blessed by the rocks when I was four.

Vampires.

Eventually, my parents died. Closely following them were some uncles and aunts, friends and cousins. I never thought I would grieve for so many people in such a short period of time. 

Then the inevitable happened.

I drowned myself in alcohol in an attempt to taste a bit of death. It didn’t work, of course. I can’t die. I, also, felt gross after a while of being submerged in 50 bottles of Bourbon. So I escalated.

One of my cousins, however many times removed, had a hand in dealing substances and I had bought some a few funerals ago. 

I stopped here.

Amos could tell how distraught I was, “You can skip this part if it’s too painful. Or if you’d like, you can stop here and we can pick up wherever you like when I come back.”

I nodded at his offer.

Only slightly upset I couldn't finish this conversation.

Part 4

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belated Lunar NY festival in the ID a few weeks ago. i ate a lot!!!

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2018-10-10 1130am Hing Hay Park

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found this today

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Hing Hay Park Seattle, Washington

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troy gipson

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hing hay park, seattle wa.

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A tent popped up in Hing Hay Park this morning

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