Please note that the memories and artwork contained herein are copyrighted 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011

A Fight

I am getting a flash of an argument and a physical fight between myself and Johann.  It's coming all in fast blurr.  I get the impression that it took all my sisters to pull us apart.

It's daytime.  We are in the dining room of the house because I get flashes of the yellow painted walls and the doorway into the dining room.  There is a long hallway outside of the dining room with nice dark hard wood floors.  The end of the hallway has a staircase with dark wood steps that match the flooring.  There are long oriental rugs tacked down on the stairway.  The hallway seems narrow by modern standards.  It seems like this whole level of the house has a yellow paint theme.  There is white molding at the floor and ceilings.  I can also see to my left, opposite of the stairway, a room that has a turret shape to it and several picture windows that face the southwest.  There is a fantastic view from that room.  It's a lovely sitting room. 

It is about midday when this argument between myself and Johann erupts.

I am having a hard time figuring how old I am.  Johann doesn't seem to have the mustache.  He has the side burns and his face looks a little younger, so perhaps we are younger than previous memories recalled.  I don't feel like I am much younger than I was in the first library memory, so I am going to guess that I am about 13 years old.  The argument started in the dining room as a shouting match that got nastier as we exited the dining room.

I get the impression of getting hit in the face and feeling really pissed and I see myself hitting him in the stomach with my right hand and then using my left forearm to hit him in the face as he doubled over from the stomach punch.  I think it was at this point that the girls all got involved.  Some were pulling on me and others were trying to get around to Johann and pull him from behind.  They had to go through the dining room and into the kitchen and exit out that door to get down the hall and get behind Johann.  There is suddenly a row of children down this hallway tugging and pulling us apart.  They finally succeed and we all fall to the floor with thuds and lots of fabric all over the floor.  The girls are all wearing those full skirts and they make it hard for the girls to get up off the floor.

It was at this point that someone comes through a doorway near that turret window room.  I think our home used to be or is an old castle.  There is a door outside of this turret room and a stone bridge or walkway that goes to another smaller building.  Anyway, the man that comes through the door is tall and dressed very well.  He has dark curly hair, mustache, and side burns, and is wearing a top hat that he takes off after entering the house.  I believe it is our father.  We are all staring at him and he is looking at us.  I can't see so well because I think I got hit near my right eye.  I think he was surprised because I think all his children plus some of the house servants got involved in trying to pull us apart.  Johann has a bloody nose or lip.  I can't be sure.  He's got blood on his face, and it's not mine.  He looks miserable.  And I am glad.

I think the first people to start scrambling to their feet are the house servants, who stand up brush themselves off and immediately bow and apologize and address him in such a manner that I think he is nobility.  They are frightened, worried, and embarrassed.  Me, I am still mad at Johann and feel uncomfortable from my little bout with him.  My sisters are embarrassed and fusing over their nice dresses.

He wants an explanation, and one of the older female house servants ventures to explain that there was a "misunderstanding" between the two ------( she uses a word to describe us in formal address), and that our sisters had unsuccessfully persuaded us, and the household staff was attempting to assist the young ladies.

[Home] [About this site] [Rittmeister's memories] [Leutnant's Memories] [Lothar von R's memories] [Officer William Evans's Memories] [Friefrau von R's Memories] [Karl Allmenroder's memories] [Private Jamie Evans's Memories] [A lady's memories] [Techniques for Memories] [Are you empathic?] [Contact] [Visitors' Agreement]