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Amalia's Story, Chapter Seventy-Five
= Amalia Angeloni Jacobucci
"Lust for power”
Angela Thirkell Book Summaries #9:
Cheerfulness Breaks In!
by Angela Thirkell (1940)
1940's Films
Following the social event of the summer, the marriage of Rose Birkett (the county’s scatterbrain heart-breaker), Fall brings WWII.
The transition to war introduces unexpected elements into the Barsetshire milieu.
Despite the newly somber atmosphere, evacuee children (see Nurse’s “lust for power over babies”), nouveau riche émigrés (Mr. Gissings’ suspiciously shaped head), and the Mixo-Lydians (and their embroideries) afford opportunities for snatching humor from the jaws of bleakness.
The Bissells, lower-middle-class heads of a billeted non-U school, share, with the gentry, a mutual bewilderment of values.
Mrs. Morland muses on Mrs. Bissell’s business-like acceptance of “the sinister implications of Adelina Cottage” shared by Miss Hampton and Miss Bent.
The Keith family takes center stage as Lydia cares for the estate and her ailing mother while her friends pursue nursing and other war work.
The young men pursue the young ladies and wartime accelerates the usual romantic coupling for a total of five, a record even for Thirkell.
= Louis Jacobucci
"CENTERVILLE KINDERGARTEN"
Barnstable Patriot, October 22, 1964
Mrs. Louis Jacobucci, president of Centerville Kindergarten Association, has listed members of this year's class which opened Oct. 3 at the Community Building as follows - —
John Bacci.
Susan Besse,
Lawrence Coggeshall. Jr.,
Mary Duncan.
Anne Gonzales.
Craig Gonsalvaes.
Nancy Hummard,
Patricia Jackson.
Sharon Johnson.
Ricky Lochart.
Tom Lowell.
Laurie Luke.
Donna Jo Mason.
Maria Mikkonen,
Samuel Nlckerson, Jr.. ,
Andrew-Packer.
Carol Pinney.
Scott Sclufield and
Mark Sherman.
Teachers are Mrs. Laurence W. Bearse and Mrs. Edward Burke.
Attending the afternoon nursery class conducted by Mrs. Bearse and held from 1 to 3 p.m. Mondays Wednesdays and Thursdays are
Donna Brurch,
Lily Giambarba.
Andrew Jacobucci.
Brian Phillips.
Susan Taylor and
Randall Warren
There are still a few openings available for this group.
Interested parents may contact Mrs. Jacobucci.
= Mark Jacobucci
"Highest honors"
BHS Honor Roll
Barnstable Patriot, May 25, 1972
"Getting (sic) highest honors in the sophomore class were Michael Grace,
Mark Jacobucci,
Kathryn Mudgett and
Paul Quealey."
= Velveteen Andrews
SongsRadioLIVE
Christian Velveteen: The Real Short Fiction Collection
"Chapter Five: Subtext -- Of Horror!"
SOURCE: Velveteen is the story of a young woman who travels back in time to 1982 San Francisco, where she immediately descends into the seedy underground circuit. She subsequently murders the symbolic representation of Pure Evil embodied in the character Jackie_drew and finds Love and redemption at the eponymously-named Chicken Sandwich Restaurant.
TITLE: Velveteen Dissociated I: Velveteen In The Booth
SPASM: In that instant, that is to say, in a time and space simultaneously beyond, within and yet containing that which our embryonic huMan consciousness only dimly thinks it perceives as “time” and “space,” in short, in her soul, Velveteen (the real Velveteen, her spirit, not the decrepit corruption in which she was trapped) was propelled into The Dream World.
DREAM: In this particular dream, she was in a booth.
The air was thick and intoxicating.
The floor was slippery beneath her size 7 candy apple red Brian Atwood Merritta Zip-Front Sandals. Her skin was slick beneath her luxurious Tatiana Pearl Lace Bra Set from Frederick's of Hollywood, “perfect for nights of decadence and naughtiness.” She stood facing a smeared, foggy Plexiglass window.
SOURCE: The Booch Group (Run by Lil Boochie, assisted by sidekick Jackie_drew, “associate” Angel Hair Bernardi, who is a horse, and nephew Boochie Mane, also a horse).
TITLE: Velveteen Dissociated II: Velveteen Helps Her Mother Die
SPASM: in a spasm, Velveteen experiences a flashback related to her mother’s death. When her mind wanders, a intrusive thought or memory or a voice seems to trigger a spasm.
DREAM: In this particular dream, her mother was back: and it was a known fact between the two of them that she had died of cancer and that she was back.
SOURCE: The Booch Group controls trafficking throughout Boochopolis from their headquarters located inside Lil Boochie World, modeled after the hideous “entertainment establishments” of the 1970’s and 1980’s. Later, Velveteen herself is transformed into Robot Velveteen and trafficked to Jackie_drew.
TITLE: Velveteen Dissociated III: Velveteen Cowering in Sickness and Terror
SPASM: In a flash, her guts were liquid. Her father loomed over her in the dark.
DREAM: In this particular dream which was a memory which was a dream, she was fourteen as she had always been and would forever be, dressed conservatively in her Blue Venus Women's Pleated Fit Flare Dress and matching Blue Size 9 2E Multi Leather Women's Aravon Kitt Cross Strap Mary Janes, a simple silver tone Anchor's Away Nautical necklace set with a short chain (sailboats, fish and sea creatures were also available), Vintage Ralph Lauren Silver-Plated Demi-Hoop Earrings, a Thick Genuine Leather Cuff Bracelet, and her amazing adjustable Mood Ring, which changed color based on her emotional state, revealing whether was happy, sad, cool, nervous, roMantic, remorseful, troubled, or calm. (Guess which one she was now? You get three guesses, the first two don't count!) Please record your guesses below:
Guess Number One:
Guess Number Two:
Guess Number Three:
Velveteen. The correct answer is:
SFX: Cue drum roll.
Velveteen: Nervous!
SFX: Cue applause.
Velveteen. The name of my report is: Velveteen's “Traumatic Experiences I Have Known, By: Velveteen.”
(Opens her blue bedazzled Glitter Folder, pushes her trademark pearlescent bright red oversize smart Girl glasses up onto the bridge of her nose with her right index finger and begins to read:)
Velveteen's “Traumatic Experiences I Have Known, By: Velveteen.”
First of all, I'm not admitting to anything, OK?
Not trying to be a *****, OK?
But let’s just say, for the sake of argument, that there actually was an actual boy, OK? Like, an actual "male human child."
OK?
And let's just say, "That person wasn't even doing anything."
Lets just say, "Oh, they just happened to be there."
"It wasn't even that person's fault."
"Like maybe . . . "
"They weren't . . . "
"And that the little boy’s name was Jack, OK? And let’s just say that the little boy couldn't really remember what happened first, OK? But that when you say, “First traumatic experience,” what he immediately thinks is,
“As a child I knew my S**uality, my gender and even my very existence were wrong. I knew they knew that too. As a child, I knew that my family knew what I was doing, when I first developed S**ually as children do, and that it was wrong. My father thought he “caught” me doing something about which
Nobody had ever told me
I discovered on my own
Frightened me
I didn't understand
Had decided to stop doing
I believe this incident was particularly terrifying. I'm pretty sure lots of other super weird S** stuff went on in that house.”
So inevitably an actual boy inevitably discovered it had a body, and it was only decades later that the real Girl felt safe and healthy enough to do the same. And how were these poor babies to know that it was ok, really, perfectly natural, even healthy, to be desired and desire, when their souls were steeped in corruption? And if some completely random person, not their probation officer at all (Please see “Meet Elite Black Tiger Super Prawn Faery (Prawn Faery for Short)”), were to observe during, oh, I don't know, a home visit(?) that their not-filthy-at-all luxury apartment on the 19th floor of the prestigious Boochmark Tower, which they had assiduously transformed into (essentially) a multimedia studio, didn't seem very “homey,” how were they to say, “Well, if one's definition of ‘homey' is ‘super weird and rapey,’ then no, it is definitely not ‘homey.’”
Because that would be rude.
And just because we know about each other doesn't mean we're not real, “Doctor.”
That is end of my report, Velveteen's “Traumatic Experiences I Have Known, By: Velveteen.”
And before it had even begun, the spasm was over and she was back with Saran in their favorite booth, Booth 36, at their favorite restaurant, Fine Dining Establishment, and she had no memory at all of her journey beyond the moon. All she knew was that she just had one of her “twitchy things.”
NEXT - Velveteen's Return!
= Harriet McCurdy Cameron Hall Jacobucci
"New Horizons"
Health Care Is Topic May 31
Dennis-Yarmouth Register, April 13, 1967
Thompson's Clam Bar Jingle
"What are the duties and functions of local health departments?"
This is one of the questions to he asked at the Cape Cod Community Council's Health Institute to be held Wednesday, May 31, at the Wychmere Harbor Club In Harwich Port.
Dr. Leon Sternfeld, Deputy Commissioner of the Massachusetts Department of Public Health, will be the moderator of a symposium which will discuss coordination and Improvement of health services, as well as ways of providing continuous health care for all age groups on Cape Cod.
Dr. Leona Baumgartner, professor at Harvard Medical School who will be the keynote speaker at the Institute, will have as her topic "New Horizons In Health Care."
Invitations and registration forms are being mailed to all interested persons on the Cape.
Further details concerning reservations may be obtained from
Mrs. Harriet Cameron, Chairman of Registrations, 298 Main St., Hyannis.
Dr. Baumgartner, former commissioner of the New York City Dept. of Health, Is presently visiting professor of social medicine at Harvard Medical School, clinical professor of public health at Cornell Medical College, and special advisor to the Agency for International Development, Department of State.
She holds nine honorary degrees, has received numerous awards, among them the Albert Einstein Award for Distinguished Service to Humanity.
The all day institute will focus on health service on Cape Cod and will involve public and private practitioners In the health field.
Andrew Jacobucci
= Velveteen In The Gulag, Chapter Two
"My Brother Masturbated In My Face!"
"What?!"
"I didn't say anything."
"How can you say such a thing?"
"I'm not going through this again."
"What do you mean?"
"All this -- denial. I'm done. I'm just going to say exactly what happened as I remember it."
"It never happened!"
"The reason I know it happened is that I renember it. I was eight years old. My brother was twelve years old. I was able to recover the date because I remember at some point in the week preceding the event, our father for some reason had told us, I'm going to be speaking at the Unitarian Church this Sunday at 11:00. It did not seem weird to me at the time, because he was always out of the house anyway. Plus all he used to when he was home was harangue me, so good."
"You are delusional."
"In fact, I remember thinking, it made sense that he would get something going Sundays, because that was the only time he was even ever around anymore. Weekdays he was he working, of course, and weeknights he was as at one of his many important community activities."
"You lie."
"Then, I found this article, and it all slowly started to fall into place."
UNITARIAN CHURCH
Barnstable Patriot, May 23, 1968
Speaker for the 11 a.m. service of the Unitarian Church May 26 will be Louis Jacobucci, executive director of MSPCC, who has been chairman of the social concerns committee of the church and is chairman of the prudential committee. Among other activities are membership in Hyannis Rotary; he is also vice president of Cape Cod Community Council and chairman of Community Action Committee of Cape Cod.
"You just make all this up . . . "
"And he seemed to feel a need to tell us about these activities. I don't know why. This one. So I think nothing of it."
"Manipulative . . . "
Then I remember a memory, one of those memories that you definitely remember but try not to think about
"Manipulated . . . "
So it's always been on the background and I'm sitting in my bedroom which that is not a bedroom. It's more like a paper mache bedroom and brother is standing in doorway.
"You brought it upon yourself!"
Then I remember something that involved something that I had no idea. The only thing I can say is that:
Everytime later in adult life, everytime he ever gave me my annual "brotherly hug," my skin would crawl
(masochistic);
I wrote a song about it in 2017. About his hands (see "Poison Touch").
the victim exaggerates (histrionic),
I remember it, so fuck you.
"No, and there was me, sitting on my bed feeling super awkward. Plus there was like this stuff. Plus I remember being super out of it. Plus no word of a lie I remember sitting there thinking, "So that's what happened."
"Plus I remember, there was one time when I was in Treatment and one of my fellow Offenders was like, oh, this is what I did. And I remember feeling an awful lot like I felt, and very unpkeasant visual and tactile flashbacks, did include physical characteristics."
"One note of interest: my father went on, apparently, to later basically "fill in for" or whatever for the Unitarian Minister."
"Let's see -- well, in his defense, I must say, he was a child in that house. I mean, he was only twelve, for fuck's sake."
"Our parents were what they would call today: sex groomers."
"Back then, they didn't have a word for it."
"Children's advocate, and communi -- "
"Community organizer."
"Right. Our Dad was always out there organizing that community. Weird how all his community organizing involved other people's kids."
"Cubmaster Jacobucci. Untli he wasn't. Weird how that happened, too."
"Well, I must say . . . "
"What?"
"in any case, it is time to forget the past and move on.”
She woke up in a panic attack.
Organizer
Velveteen Andrews
Organizer
Marion, OH