Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Philip the Bard's Harappan Blog



Welcome gentle readers. The mist from the Rodin Falls is rising from the gorge and its pinkish glow is streaming through my office window. The aurora is mild today but there is the telltale greenish streaks in the violet sky. It is looking to be a beautiful day on Kusha, but then what else do we have here?

I promised you stories from Max Gavaskar’s childhood. Her mother told me many stories over tea and today I offer you one from when she was six years old. Mr. and Mrs. Gavaskar were arguing one day and it was becoming heated. Mr. Gavaskar was interested in joining the SID, thinking how nice it would be to have access to their resources. Mrs. Gavaskar was strongly opposed to any involvement with the Earther orginization.

The six year old Max who was then known as Melanie came into the room and observed the heated discussion for several moments.

Then she asked, “Why are you fighting? Why are you so mad.”

Max’s parents told the child that she would not understand. Young Max left the room and went into her mother’s office. She returned minutes later with a piece of paper. We were just getting Earther technology back then and still used a lot of paper.

Max held out the document which turned out to be her first school report card. “Look at these scores.”, she said. “I understand quite well. Now tell me what you are arguing about.”

Mrs. Gavaskar told me that was the first moment they started to understand that they had a special child. Max had some early difficulty with speech and language and there had actually been some concern that she might even be a little slow. We all know now that Max Gavaskar was never “slow”.




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