What Pegman Saw + WeWriWa: An Afternoon in Providence

By orneryowl | Naughty Netherworld Press | 16 May 2020

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Pegman strode into Providence on the 130th anniversary of H.P. Lovecraft’s birth, carrying a picnic basket. He strolled around the grounds of Butler Hospital at 345 Blackstone Boulevard. Pegman knew that this was the place where Winfield Scott Lovecraft, the father of Howard Phillips Lovecraft, the progenitor of the Cthulhu Mythos, lived out the final five years of his life.

By Will Hart from Fullerton, U.S.A. - flickr.com/photos/cthulhuwho1 - cthulhuwho1.com - youtube.com/user/CthulhuWho1 - A_22 College Hill - H. P. Lovecraft's Final Home - The Samuel B. Mumford House (1825) - 65 Prospect Street (at Meeting Street) - Looking East-South-East, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=17954645

Pegman walked on, lingering for a moment at 22 Prospect Street, the house where HPL lived out the final four years of his life before succumbing to cancer.

Will Hart from Fullerton, U.S.A. - flickr.com/photos/cthulhuwho1 - cthulhuwho1.com - youtube.com/user/CthulhuWho1 / CC BY (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)

He admired the plaque commemorating the author, the value of whose work was primarily recognized posthumously.

Kenneth C. Zirkel / CC BY-SA (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)

Pegman continued to Swan Point Cemetery.

Image Source

https://www.flickr.com/photos/strangeinterlude/40695488/

When Pegman reached Lovecraft’s grave, he sat down and procured a bottle of wine and two glasses from his picnic basket. He was shortly joined by a spirit.

“Ah, Pegman!” Lovecraft greeted. “Could you perchance spare a spot of wine?”

~Aunt Cie, the Ornery Old Lovecraft Devotee~

Shared with these prompts:

http://wewriwa.blogspot.com

https://whatpegmansaw.com/blog/

Notes

For the moment, I am going to continue combining my Weekend Writing Warriors posts and Pegman adventures. I am planning to eventually publish a compilation of Pegman tales. The work that my son and I are doing on the crummy old mobile home to put it on the market takes up a lot of my time. We live approximately 125 miles away from the mobile home's location and try to go there three days a week, so the drive is a job in itself and my health isn't wonderful.

I feel like the Pegman stories introduce readers to my writing style. If you like the way I work it (no diggity) and want to bag it up, follow this link for ways to support me and bag up some more good stuff to read.

https://www.naughtynetherworldpress.com/p/places-to-support-naughty-netherworld.html

Cancel culture being what it is, I know that if I were to not assert my rejection of Lovecraft's xenophobic beliefs, I would be accused of harboring the same. Lovecraft was the product of a very strange upbringing in a racist and xenophobic era. My further thoughts on this can be found at the following link, along with my poem, Mr. Lovecraft's Zoo.

http://poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com/2020/04/napowrimo-2020-day-8-words-for.html

And now, before we get into the icky, sticky, nit-picky legalese, here is a song to enjoy while reading the post.