Patriot

Starting with the art controversy regarding the flag and then a few posts following that I've been thinking about patriotism and being an American. I am indeed fortunate to have been born an American. One can read  and even see in the news what being born and living elsewhere can mean. A short study will reveal just why so many immigrate, either legally or illegally to this land. The expression, but for the grace of God, comes to the forefront. I think the really tough question is, what is an American ? How to define that. It is much more than one living in America. Being an American means embracing certain values and ideals. It means living those same principles in your everyday life. The defining of those values and ideals is the difficult part. There is much discussion and debate about those very concepts. The main one being, to live free.
But living free does not relieve one of an obligation. The obligation to live those ideals and principles that give you that very freedom. At least in my opinion, that does not mean you are free to do whatever you please.
I hear much talk of my "freedom of speech " and that right. As with the exercising of any right it does require discretion and tact. If " freedom of speech " is to be translated literally than racial slurs, slander and verbally bullying is protected under that right. I can say whatever I want, to whomever I want, without consequence. I believe we all agree that is not the case nor the intention of the founding fathers.
Another cornerstone of being an American is the ability to exercise our right to vote. The vote was to end the arguments. A case can be made for practically any point of view. A skilled orator can present just about anything in a positive light. The only real way to end the argument and discussion is by vote. Majority wins. The acceptance of that decision is the mark of a true American. Difficult when you are the minority. But a necessity and an obligation.
And I would add one thing of my own. I question why anyone would want to add the tag African,Italian, Latin or any other category prior to American ! An American is an American first and foremost. I myself come from German and Swedish descent. I don't call myself a German American or a Swedish American, no, I am an American. When one immigrates to a country does that not not mean you desire to be a citizen of that nation ? To adopt that title and identity ? One can be proud of their heritage that goes without question, but why this designation ? I'm not a New York American or a Arizona American, I'm an American.
Yes the difficulty lies in the definition. I am an American and this is my America. My definition doesn't necessarily agree with yours. Is it possible to write down an ideal. Probably not. Jefferson and others have come close. But even those words continue to be interpreted. Just what do they mean ? Well .to me Freedom doesn't mean I get everything I want my way. It does not mean I can do whatever I feel like and justify my actions under the guise of Freedom. With freedom comes responsibility. That responsibly is exercised with my vote and perhaps more importantly, my actions. Freedom is not gained by the imposition of will but by the actions of the heart. 

Listening

Lately I hear much talk of patriotism and respect. I hear about beliefs. Talk of loyalty. All those things. And I can't help but wonder about motives. Motives are usually thought of as a bad thing or at least in a bad context. That is not always the case, nor the meaning. A motive is nothing more than the driving force behind an action. The thing that motivates us can be either good or bad. It may be selfish. The thing to decide is whether or not your motivations are pure. A difficult question to answer.
The strength of ones beliefs is directly related to motivation .If I believe strongly enough, I will act upon those beliefs. Sounds simple enough. The reality is much more complicated. Does this motivation stem from the actual belief or from me wanting you to believe that it does ? That's the bad part. That is the part that leads us all astray. As humans we are not immune. Do my reactions come from a genuine place ? Do I hope to gain anything from these actions that will benefit only me ? Am I doing this action to try to raise my own self esteem ? Am I trying to impress others ? If I answer any of those questions with a yes, then I would have to say my motivations are not pure.
I think one of the most difficult things we can do as humans is be subjective about ourselves. To honestly appraise our own actions and motives. That's why it is so difficult to admit doing wrong. We can usually justify our actions, even if only in our own minds.  The ability to admit that wrongdoing is a great strength. Also the reason we seek forgiveness. Whether we seek forgiveness from those we did the wrong to, or from our God, we need to reaffirm ourselves. Reassurance.
And so I have reached a conclusion. I should be asking myself, is it motivation or manipulation that drives my responses ? Can the two be separated ? I won't say that I can do that with one hundred percent accuracy. It is certainly something we should all strive for. We will still have disagreements, but at least we could disagree for the right reasons.
You know,sometimes we just have to give ourselves a good talking too ! I've heard others say that and I've used that phrase a few times myself. I think the real trick is, to listen. 

My Opinion

I've touched on this subject before but thought I would revisit it in light of recent events. Art. And just what is art ? I can only offer my opinion and viewpoint. I have a rather simplistic view of art. I like my art to immediately depict what I'm looking at. Simple as that. It should at least vaguely resemble an object. And therein lies my limitation. Art does not,to me, represent an idea. That's what prose and poetry are for. Ideas are just concepts not physical objects. Andy Warhol and soup cans. To some masterpieces, to me paintings of soup cans. Picasso. A troubled man who drew troubling pictures.
You see the trouble I have with all " symbolic art " is first you have to buy into it. I know you are supposed to be so much more intelligent and sophisticated if you do, but I don't. I have looked at the work of DeKooning and others and see nothing more than paint splatters. The artist could tell me what he thought it was but I'd have to disagree. Problem there is, as the Artist I could call it anything that came to mind. To me the whole deal falls into the category of the Emperors new clothes. Maybe people are seeing things that just aren't there. I make no claims for superior intelligence but I just don't see it.
In my opinion the whole deal is just a bunch of nonsense. Just  because they demand millions of dollars for these works doesn't  make it art. I'm not saying people can't enjoy them, quite the contrary. If you see something in them and enjoy it more power to you. There are those that will tell me I'm just an ignorant hick and know nothing of art. Some truth to that statement I suppose. I'm certainly not an art critic. My opinion is that they are just trying to convince themselves or others how sophisticated and smart they are. If I spent that much money on something I would too.
And that is my opinion on that subject. Take it for what it is. If I have any ideas or concepts to share I'll do it with my writings or just tell you. And even then the meaning can be misunderstood. I just like things to be clear. Art to me is a picture or a drawing. Perhaps a sculpture. It should not require an explanation about what it is supposed to be. 

A Wonderful Thing

Every summer the grand kids go to church camp. This year is no exception. There is one thing different however, this year they attend at different times. Morgan is in camp this week. It is called Kids Camp and her older brother doesn't fit the category anymore. So week after next he attends youth camp. And this is just a forerunner of things to come. In the fall he goes to middle school. But let's not rush things.
Each year the church camp has a central theme. Well, a theme other than the obvious. On the last day we will attend the closing ceremonies. The theme will be explained and all the activities that have taken place demonstrated. It is always a wonderful time. The children are all ready to return home and filled with the spirit of fellowship. Autographs will be signed on tee shirts by fellow campers and staff members. Tearful goodbyes. Having never attended a camp of any kind myself, I can only imagine the memories they must carry. I expect they will carry those memories and experiences their entire lives. A little jealousy creeps in. It is human nature to want to be a part of it, to belong.
I am curious to hear about the youth camp. That will be a new experience for Mark and myself. I expect it will be conducted much the same, only on a more adult level. That seems strange, an adult level, when speaking of Grandchildren. Surely I'm aging quickly.I sure hope he enjoys it as much as he has in the past. I'm sure there will be ample time for play as well as serious study. Mark has little trouble with academic endeavors and is a quick study. Mark can be a bit pious on occasion.
I think it is a wonderful thing that the kids get to attend every year. It is great for their development. Truly they have wonderful parents. I have to take some credit for that and can be justly proud. ( patting himself on the back as he writes ) Seriously though, they work hard to provide the grandchildren with all the necessities and so much more. They are willing to make sacrifices to provide them with the extras, and be supportive of them. Through them I can view a brighter future. A world where equality and justice does prevail. And in them, the continuance of a Christian nation. The complexion of the nation may change over time but it's core values must never change. I can rest assured my nation and my God are in good hands. It's a wonderful thing.

An Apology

I'm sitting at this keyboard feeling a little contrite. I have allowed my emotions to get the better of me, proving once again that I am human. Subject to frailties. To any that I may have offended, I apologize. I apologize not for the anger and indignation I felt, but for my choice of words in conveying those feelings.
I'm afraid I have been dragged down a level or two. Respect lost is very difficult to regain. As a wisp in the wind, it is gone.
I am, of course referring to yesterdays posting regarding an artistic expression that I take exception with. The level of disrespect this artist displayed was so poignant to me as to cause this knee jerk reaction. I'm afraid I responded on the basest of levels. The alpha male arose in my spirit and I wanted to fight. Still do, only on a different plane now. The feelings are the same and I feel no sorrow for those. My opinion of this so called, freedom of speech, remains unchanged. Every fiber of my soul screams for justice. I am deeply offended.
An attack upon the flag is an attack upon the Nation. I hear others speak of it only as a symbol and that it is. A sacred symbol much like a wedding band. My heart is joined to that symbol. I fought for that symbol, my father fought for that symbol and his father before him. Stretching back to the first rebellious words spoken in the founding of this country, my family, my blood is joined to that symbol. Desecrate that symbol and I will respond. I will admit that my response should have been tempered with tolerance and respect. I find that difficult given the circumstance, but will endeavor to do that in the future.
All that being said, it is what is is. My opinion is unchanged. This artist is not deserving of my respect and respect must be earned. It is a two way street. I was wrong to insist it be one way. I, of course, must in good conscience support his freedom of speech. The problem lies in that this " speech " is such an affront to my sensibilities. I could not and will not remain silent.

Earning Respect

Turning on the computer yesterday I was smacked in the face ! There was an article on my facebook page about this " artist " opening a gallery in my hometown. His exhibit consisted of defaced American Flags ! One  was even flying from a flagpole outside the gallery. A picture had been posted and I stared at it in disbelief.
There were many comments following this and none of them were supportive. That was the up side, at least I knew I was not alone in my feelings. And my initial reaction was anger. I immediately added my comments to the bunch. From there I went to this gallery's website and left some strong commentary.As this situation unfolded my emotions ran the gamut. Anger, indignation, righteousness and just plain sorrow.
Later in the day that flag was taken down by the gallery. Whether in response to the outcry of anger or fear that it would be destroyed, I do not know. I admit to having thoughts of doing just that !
There was much discussion about this. We all agreed and understand it is the artists' right under the first amendment. It is because of the freedom that flag represents that this can happen without civil penalty. What none of us could comprehend is, why. Why would you take our National Flag deface it ? And then try to justify those very actions by calling it art ? Can this artist be so totally unaware and out of touch with main street America ?
Memories came flooding back to me from the sixties. It was then that some of the " hippies " started wearing the flag as an article of clothing. I didn't like it then and still don't. The Supreme court ruled that it was allowed under  the first amendment. It is not a crime. Since that time I have seen the flag used for everything. I've even seen flags used in those folding chairs as the seat. Head scarves and tee shirts. I still frown and moan each time I see that. I try to the best of my ability to follow the flag code as adopted by our government. Note that it is a code and not law. We are making laws for everything else though.
I did read one comment in all this that took me by surprise. One person says, you cannot make respect a law. Respect must be earned and given freely. I understand that sentiment but disagree about making laws to protect it. Respect is due to our national ensign. That respect was " earned " by the blood and the sacrifice of those defending her. You would certainly face criminal penalties for defacing any of our national monuments. Chip off a piece of the Lincoln memorial and see what happens. Does not our Flag deserve the same protection ? The Supreme court says no.
In the final analyses this whole event leaves me both angry and sad. Anger at those that would do this and anger at those that would support that right. The sadness comes from watching the disintegration of America as I know and love her. She is being torn down by greed and self indulgence. Did we learn nothing from the toppling of the twin towers ? Has that lesson been forgotten ? Had this " artist " displayed this " artwork " then would the reaction have been the same ? All I can say is this, I will always respect the flag and what she stands for. I will say the Pledge of Allegiance. And as Lee Greenwood so aptly put it, I'd gladly stand up and defend her still today, cause there ain't no doubt I love this land, God Bless the U.S.A.

Old Codger

 I was chatting online with a friend. I read the words I had just typed and thought to myself, OMG , I'm heading into the old codger zone ! I sound just like my Grandfather ! Complaining about kids ( who are incidentally in their thirties now ) and how the world is going crazy. Prices are out of sight and the quality of products are terrible. People have no respect for anything anymore. A lot of my sentences are starting to begin with I remember and back in the day.
The main statement that brought this to my attention was, what we need is more straight talk and common sense. Yes, I know you have heard that before, so have I, from Grandpa. Geez, I am Grandpa. Time sure does fly by. But the thing is, is that it is the truth. Was for him and is for me. If we all stopped worrying about
hurting someones feelings (political correctness) our views would be a lot clearer. Seems to me everyone is getting a might touchy nowadays. There were,and still are, those that just don't like me. Okay, that's a real news flash. I've been called unpleasant names and described in unflattering ways. Just a fact of life.
Now I'm not saying speak your mind in a cruel or malicious way. Temper your statements but state the true feeling. In other words be genuine. It is getting very difficult to tell who is being genuine and who is not.
I much prefer those you are direct in their statements. I may not like what they have to say but at least I know where they stand.
That being said I guess I am entering the old codger zone. I have noticed lately that my statements lately are not being met so much with anger, as with argument. The, you don't know what you're talking about. You are so old that you are out of touch with the modern world. Everything is different now and we are so much smarter than you old folks. What could you possibly know about life. I find those listening are doing it more  to be polite than anything else. Sometimes the things I say are a source of amusement. To those listening and to myself. I'm amused because one day they will be saying the same thing. They just don't know that yet.
Guess I'm a little jealous. Wishing I could be young again and know everything. If I were I sure would make some changes. I'd quit trying to BS everybody and not try to write a law governing common sense !

Another Nut in the Tree

Being from a relatively small town, I have found most of the core families are related in some fashion. This became very clear while working on the family tree. Many marriages, divorces, second marriages and events have caused much intermingling of blood. One would at first think the pool of available candidates was rather limited, but that is not the case at all. Living on the eastern end of Long Island , back in the day , boats were used like automobiles. It was a short sail across the sound to Conn , Shelter Island was right there as well. New Jersey was accessible. Fact is, they probably went over to Conn. and such a lot more frequently than I ever did, or my parents for that matter. With the use of automobiles more traveling was done going west up the island than across the sound. In my estimation three generations and more back they were far more worldly. Even though we like to think of ourselves otherwise.

I enjoy looking for and making those connections. I went to school, or more properly we all went to the same school , and had little or no idea how we were related to one another. First cousins we knew, mostly , but beyond that not much. I have made some interesting discoveries. For instance , a neighbor of mine that I knew as a child , he is my Mom's age, turned out to be a fifth cousin. Who knew ? By studying these connections a lot can be learned. The hows and whys of things can be ascertained or a least an educated guess made. The origins of names is one thing. The obvious ones of course are being named for your father or mother. But I have found others. Look closely at the census. The neighbor may have been a close friend. Other names come from local heroes of the day. A Preacher or maybe a Judge. Many times in the small communities the leaders were held up as examples to be emulated. My own father got his name from a friend of my grandfather. Austin Bennett. That was the man's name. He was an older gentleman that taught my grandfather about commercial fishing. Evidently Grandfather admired the man a great deal. I now carry the name Austin Bennett Reichart,Jr. as a result of this friendship. I have located this man in the census records and know something of him. Fascinating if your name comes from that.

So I was chatting with a friend and mentioned we may be related. With the information she provided I was able to make a connection. Had to go back a ways but there it was. Her Great Great Great Grandmother is related to me. She was the stepdaughter of the wife of the grandson of the husband of my 5th great grandmother ! So there you have it. I just discovered a new relative hanging in the branches of the tree. The world is indeed a small place. Welcome to the family ! You know you you are.

Moods

Moods. We all get them. Most times I wonder why. What is the cause of this mood ? I hate it when I get in a mood for no apparent reason. At least if you know why you can complain about it. Or better still blame it on someone else. I really hate it when the mood is depressed. Why do I feel so down ? I really have no reason to be down. I have food,a roof over my head and people that love me. Isn't that all you need ? That's what everyone says anyway.
Another thing that bothers me about being in a mood is those around you want to change it. I'm sure they mean well but it is only annoying. It adds to the existing mood. So now I'm depressed and mad. Just leave me in my mood will you ? Talking about it isn't going to help. Acting cheerful does nothing for me. This is my mood and my mood alone.
With those that are close to you you can usually tell when they are in a mood. And you can usually tell what the mood is. You know how to respond accordingly. With others that are not close it can be more difficult. Co-workers you at least know what their normal mood would be. But strangers now,that is a different situation altogether. Are they always that way ? Is that their norm ? My reaction is too smile and be as pleasant as possible. 
Moods are funny things. I can be in a good mood but still not feel like doing something. I'm perfectly happy doing what I'm doing right now. Then someone wants you to do something else, my mood changes. I'm not happy anymore. Just that quick. Maybe I'm in a bad mood. I snap at people or just ignore them altogether. Then a simple thing happens and now I'm happy again. I think maybe that is what mental health is all about. When moods get out of control or you just get stuck in one. So I think maybe we are all a little unstable. That would explain a lot of things.
There are those they say moods are the result of a physical reaction. I suppose that could be part of it. My mood does change in response to physical stimuli. But for me I don't think that is the primary cause. No moods for me are a mental thing. Someone says something or does something and my mood changes. Although I have no explanation for waking up in a mood. Must be my subconscious mind. And your subconscious is always right ; right ? But then why would I wake up in a bad mood ? Is there something wrong that I'm not aware of ? My mood just changed to contemplative. Won't stay that way long though. No I'll move right along to something else. A sign of good mental health. I think. When you start losing arguments with yourself you may be developing a problem. 
Well I was just sitting here wondering about moods. 

Seasons

Hot one today. First day of summer and all. I just look at it as the longest day of the year. They will be getting shorter from now on. Kinda anti climatic. No pun intended. When we were kids we couldn't wait for summer to get here. No school and fun in the sun. As adults it just means longer days for doing chores like cutting the grass. No two month break from work. Summer isn't all it's cracked up to be. I'm already looking forward to the fall. Guess it is just human nature. We always want something different. Always looking for the ideal. I do enjoy the cookouts. I don't swim very well so that holds little attraction.Never was much of a beach person. I'd rather be clamming or fishing than lying in the sun. And then there is the electric bill ! Stupid air conditioning. Didn't have that when I was a kid but really don't want to be without that now. I must be getting soft. And old people are supposed to like it hot ! Another myth dispelled.
Oh I suppose the fresh fruits and vegetables are very nice but not a real treat as they are available year round. It is not like it was years ago when that wasn't so. Now it is everything, all the time, if you want to pay the price.Makes you wonder if things are really better. In some ways I would have to say they are not. What is it they say, anticipation is half the enjoyment ? Now the seasons come and go with little other than holidays and the weather to mark their passing. I mean other than an occasional inconvenient snow storm or heat wave the weather has little effect upon us. Back in the old days the seasons were very important milestones during the year. That's where we got those sayings like you have to make hay while the sun is shining. If you didn't the winter wasn't gonna be a good one. Your animals would die and you probably would too. Canning and preserving where both vital. For everything there is a season ! Says that somewhere in the Bible. And those words are the truth. Perhaps man has altered the balance of the seasons. Mankind does have a habit of screwing things up.
So make good use of the summer. Extract from it all you can. Save some for the fall and long winter months to come. It doesn't last that long after all. All too soon the shadows grow long and the wind brings a chill.

Risk It ?

I recently saw a posting regarding spanking your children. Man did that bring back memories. Yes, I am in favor of corporal punishment, although my Dad spanked like a general ! In retrospect I can see where it did no harm. Of course I wasn't beaten and bruised. Scared more than anything else. But the lesson became crystal clear. These were the rules. To violate the rules was to risk punishment. Really no risk at all because punishment was certain and swift. And it was an effective deterrent. So effective in fact that it was not used routinely. Not all crimes were punished in this fashion only the most severe infraction would bring down this wrath. It was to be avoided. There was no appeal and no excuses.
When I got older there were other measures. Now a days they call it time out. Dad just called it, sit in that chair ! No tv,books or games. Just sit there and think about what you have done. It could last for hours depending upon how busy Dad was. He was the only one that could release you. If he went outside to work on his boat or something it could be a long time. And then, when he remembered you were there,he would invariably ask, do you know what you did wrong ? You had best have the answer he wanted to hear or further thinking on your part would follow. You might be grounded too.
I think a lot of what is wrong in this country right now could be fixed by applying the same rules as Dad used. If you do wrong, you are punished. Immediately without excuses or appeals. Following the punishment if you could show just cause you may get an "alright " but don't do that again. Never an, I'm sorry though just an " alright." If the criminals knew,the same way I knew, that punishment awaits as certain as death they would certainly think twice. Do this and this is the result. Certain,swift and without malice. I' even say the same thing Dad always said just before administering the punishment, " this is going to hurt me more than you,but it is for your own good. " Or maybe," you'll thank me for this someday. " Well as to the hurting part I still have doubts about that. My butt sure did sting. As to the thanking him I never did that directly but have many times over in my heart. He taught me right from wrong and to be a man. Do the crime and take the consequences along with it. Risk and reward. Rewards aren't always a good thing !

Anticipation

My Grand daughter from New York is coming to visit for a few days. School just got out for her. The summer is beginning for her. It is always amazing to see her and how much she has grown. When you don't see them everyday it is a dramatic change. I'm looking forward to a little Grandpa time. It is important that she get to know me on her own level. Above the influence so to speak. As in any relationship there is always a risk but risks are worth taking. Nothing of value can be gained without it. The trick is to remain true to who you are. Sure I'll give her a few gifts and shower her with a little extra affection but I must remember to be me. That's who I want her to know.
Her cousins will be here and I'm sure they will have a grand time together. They are reaching the age where the girls will want to do some girly things and Mark will be out. Still, I'm sure they will find plenty to do together. The weather is supposed to be beautiful, if somewhat hot. I'm always pleased to see the cousins together. Family should know family. I hope it is a connection they share for the rest of their lives. Strangely, I myself have many cousins and know so few of them. And we all grew up in the same town ! Guess it was a parent thing between siblings. What a shame.
I know that when she is visiting with us it is a change for her. It would be for anybody. Each of us live our lives in somewhat different fashions. We all have our own routines and our own set of " norms." I'm betting a few things I do she doesn't think are normal. LOL I'm always a little uncomfortable when visiting others homes. Taken out of my element. It has nothing to do with them or their hospitality it has to do with me. I get that from my mother. She is the same way. Not saying it is right or wrong, just saying that it is.
So I'm looking forward to this time together. Oh yeah, my son and his wife are coming too, but the cat is already out of the bag with them. They already pretty much know me ! A little late to make good impressions. Shyann  however is still impressionable. I sound like the diabolical Grandfather now don't I ? (wringing my hands and smiling) The camera batteries have been purchased so let the visiting begin. I only have a few days to make lasting memories. But then again memories are not made,memories are lived. You can't force a memory. I'm thinking we will have a lot of fun together and she will take another piece of me home with her. I know I'll be keeping just a little more of her here with me.

Censored ?

All this modern technology is a good thing. Bringing the world closer together and into one big community. Especially the social networks. Twitter and Facebook leading the pack. I was out shopping with the wife yesterday. As we were checking out I said to my wife, half jokingly, Facebook brings families together. I noticed the cashier shaking her head in the negative. I laughed and remarked to her, No ? Laughing she replied that wasn't always the case. She went on to say she had friend-ed her Mom and at times wished she hadn't done that. Her feeling was that Mom didn't really need to know all her business. Chuckling, I had to agree. Your friends list does put a censor on your comments. When you remember who is on it. I revert back to the policy my own Mom always stressed. If you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all. And another general rule of thumb. Tell no lies and you have little to remember.
What do you do with friend requests that you don't want to be friends with ? Respond or ignore ? Do you have people on your list that you wouldn't eat dinner with ? Just how accurately does your friends list reflect your real world ? Not counting celebrities and such just how many " friends " do you have ? I can honestly say my list is quite small. I can honestly say it is a fairly honest reflection of the friends I have in the real world. I never was much of a social butterfly.
As far as comments posted, I do censor myself on occasion. I find it difficult to express sarcasm in this format. And I can be sarcastic at times. It is not so much what I say, as what I don't say. I find being confrontational on here solves little. Usually you just come off looking like an idiot. I try to honestly state my opinions and feelings but in a positive way. I will attempt to explain my responses. It can be laborious and frustrating at times. At times it is just best to say nothing.
Yes I would say this social networking thing is a good thing. Get the dialogue going. It has power to bring us all together. We all should be careful in wielding this power though. Cyber bullying and all that. The power of the pen has shifted to the power of the keyboard. We all have a social responsibility. And therein lies the root of the problem. Our own moral compass. Conduct yourself online as if you were in a room full of your friends. Be on your best behavior. Do more listening than talking. Temper your comments. Words thoughtlessly typed can have lasting effects. And one final thought. Anything you write on here is part of a permanent record. You can't just take it back.  

Dad

It being Fathers day I just had to write about, Dad. Yeah, I love him and miss him. But what I wanted to write about was being able to write or say that. That wasn't always the case. Not because it was't true but because of convention. I was raised in a time and place where men didn't talk like that. No sir, that kind of talk was just , well, sissified !
I would describe Dad's parenting style as, authoritarian. Somewhat stern and no nonsense about him. His concept of a bonding moment was to allow you to drive a nail or drive the car. I certainly don't recall any moments when he hugged me or, dare I say , kissed me. Even now that just sounds weird. I'm sure Dr. Phil would have an explanation for that. No Dad was Dad. Father, the boss and the final word. There was no appealing his decisions and no questioning them either.
A man's man. You had to be tough and capable. Tackle any task that needed doing and no complaining about it. You were expected to work hard and play just as hard. What was expected of you was clear enough. The standards were different for each of us kids. For instance I was expected to graduate high school. No if's, and's, or but's about that. My sister was not held to that standard. The choice was hers.
I can only remember a very few occasions when I would say he played with us kids. Foot races and hitting a baseball is about it. Later on he did like to play scrabble with me. Other than that he was always working or doing something around the house.
I have to say I left home when I was eighteen. I only visited with him for a few weeks at a time over the years. I never really got to know him as an adult. I regret that. From what others tell me Dad was actually a fun kinda guy. I never saw that side of him. I hear he could be sensitive and show compassion. My Dad ?
I did see a glimpse of this other man once. I was at his bedside in the hospital. I was still in the Navy then and my time at home was over. I had to return to my duty station. He was very ill. I told him I had to go. He extended his hand. As I took it for a handshake his strength seemed to return for just a moment. His grip tightened on my hand and he pulled me closer. Then his dark penetrating eyes met mine. He said," I won't see you again. I love you, Bub. " I squeezed his hand in return and said, I love you too. And if I don't see you again,  I'll see you on the other side. And those were the last words I  ever said to him. It took a lifetime and will last a lifetime. It was genuine and heartfelt. And as Forrest Gump would say, " that's how I feel abut that. "   Happy Fathers Day. 

Necessary Information

I have been pleased with my Grandson's interest in the news. I have always encouraged him to stay up on current events. I'll admit I have have had limited success. As he gets older though his interest is growing. Whether it is a result of aging or my pestering him about it I can't say. I'll take the later. However these last few days I've been rethinking this. The coverage of the Gary Sandusky trial is the cause. I can understand the reporting on the case but the graphic details leave me a bit incredulous. Is it really necessary to repeat the testimony, almost x-rated , on the six o'clock news ?
I understand the news wants ratings. It is all about money. I understand the journalists saying they are just reporting the case. The thing to me is, what about a little journalist integrity ? The really great journalists didn't resort to such foul mouthed sensationalist reporting. Walter and David would have never said such things on the evening news. It really makes me wonder about the direction of the nation. All this liberal stuff going on. Are we going to far ? It's a fine line between freedom of speech and just plain cursing. A town in Massachusetts has enacted a law. You can be fined twenty dollars for having a potty mouth in public. I'm sure it will be overturned in quick fashion however. I like it. While I'm at work I hear this " colorful " language  all the time. I'm an ex sailor and no prude but the choice of adjectives and verbs could be toned down just
a bit. It is almost as though we are losing our sense of propriety.
I'm just thinking that in order to get anywhere you have to have a sense of direction. I can't see the direction all this liberalism is going to take us. Everyone doing anything they feel without restraint ? Saying whatever they feel like saying, wherever ? Those are extreme statements but you get the idea. When raising children we must set boundaries. Boundaries need to be set for society as well. Irregardless of what the liberal media would have you believe I still believe this is a Christian nation, based on Christian values.
Well at any rate I will be writing e-mail to CBS news regarding this reporting policy. It is just a shame when I can no longer encourage my Grandson to watch the news for fear of this sensationalist reporting. I'm not favoring censoring the news just favoring a little common sense and decency. Generalized statements like, inappropriate touching, would be sufficient. I just fail to see why it is becoming necessary to include intimate details about tragic events that allegedly occurred. Keep in mind the trial is ongoing and no conviction has been reached. Only one reason I know of, money. Attract viewers and gain financially. Throw morals and good solid journalism to the wind. That's the direction we are going. A sad state of affairs to be sure.

An honest mistake

With the ending of the school year other activities end too. Little league is over. And the Girl Scout troop is done for this year. The troop that my grand daughter belongs too had one last group activity last weekend. They attended a gathering of Girl Scouts from all over the country in Washington,D.C. Estimates put the number at 200,000. All these girls converged on the Mall. They sang songs,viewed the monuments,went to the museums and had a great time. The weather was very hot. The D.C. fire department sprayed a mist of water over the crowds. All went well and everyone returned home safe and sound.
A funny little anecdote accompanies this story. Now my Grand daughter had been talking about this event for weeks beforehand. The event was called, " Rock the Mall." I believe it was to coincide with Juliet Lows' forming the Girl Scouts. She was very excited about it. She was helping her Mom do 31 shows to make a few dollars. She was saving her money. The troop leader had given the girls a list of items they would need to take with them. Of course she waited until the last minute to start assembling that. It was during that time that she discovered that " Rock the Mall " was not a shopping trip to a mall in Washington,D.C. ! You should have seen the look on her face. Priceless. I'm certain next time she will pay more attention to what is being said. She went of course and had a wonderful time. She did ask me just why do they call that area the mall ? I had no answer for her. Oh,I should tell you Morgan loves the mall. She just loves going with Mommy to the mall.
This little misunderstanding of terms made me think of that old Art Linkletter show,kids say the darnedest things. It was a honest mistake though. Another little " kids " thing comes to mind. I was watching television with my grandson. The show involved some celebrity that was being bothered by the paparazzi. Mark says that must be really annoying. I told him that when Elvis, he knows about Elvis from Grandma, wanted to see the latest movie he had to rent the whole movie theater. Mark then says to me, didn't Elvis know about blu-ray or netflix ! I had to chuckle and say no. I guess life would have been different for Elvis if that technology had been available.
It is these little things that make the grand kids so enjoyable. Quick minds and curious. They are at the age where you can start to really communicate with them. To have more meaningful discussions. And just when you think they are growing up too fast they drop these little bombs. Gotta love it. Honest mistakes and a little naive. 

Repaired ?

I am very pleased to report that I have repaired my computer issues. Sorta. I'm back on line and using my desktop so I'll call it a victory. Have to take them wherever you can.
The closest thing I can remember from the past to compare to that experience is when the television signal wouldn't come in well. Adding pieces of tin foil to the antenna to aid in reception or moving the antenna around. Ours laid in the attic. I would be sent up there to rotate it. Dad would be downstairs yelling at me. That's worse or that's better. Move it a little more,hold still,Ok that's good. Why my father never put that antenna on the roof I'll never know. Another mystery of life.
I hope all those issues are behind me and stay there. I'm thinking I need to take a computer repair class or two. You can teach an old dog new tricks. It is just I have little interest in that until my computer breaks. I figure it is the "replace it " mentality we have today. We replace parts and pieces but do little actual repairing. I got this working but hesitate to call it repairing. I replaced a part,does that count ? Not in my book. Had I repaired the part in question and then re installed it that would be repairing.
I wonder what future generations will do if they can't buy replacement parts or pieces ? I know what we did. Fix the ones we had or make a new one. For the most part they call that crafting nowadays. Replacing parts is a lot faster that much is for sure but less satisfying I think. Although I admit I'm pretty satisfied with my "repair." I'm not the first to think about this though. Dad said the same thing when they came out with integrated circuits. The average guy couldn't fix those either. It is called progress. I guess so !
Computers. Great when they work but very frustrating when they don't ! Kinda like a good wife. Wonderful when they cooperate with you but not so much when they don't. And it is difficult to fix the problem sometimes. Throwing money at it helps. Buying something new can usually fix it. Other times you just have to work at it. 

Adjustment

Isn't it strange how one event can change our attitude and general outlook ? For the past two days I've been concerned with the repair of my computer. It has had a definite effect on my general attitude. I'm distracted and annoyed. My outlook has not been too rosy either. Why this one event should be so troublesome is,well, troublesome. I have my wife"s laptop to use. I shouldn't feel so deprived. Yet I do and I know it is only a matter of time until I fix the problem or pay someone else to do that.
Some songwriter wrote about changes in attitudes. I could do with a change. We all have our ups and downs. I really do not like being down. Some seem to thrive in that environment. Drama being a major portion of their lives. As for me, I prefer smooth sailing. A fair wind and a following sea. When life's storms come along I'll hove to and drop anchor. Ride it out. But I don't like it. Enough with the nautical talk though.
As I sat down to write this post I had no idea what I wanted to talk about. The only thought that came to mind was this distraction with my computer. Not that my posts are literary masterpieces but I try to talk about relevant topics and share old memories. This situation is causing writers block ! Not often I don't have some opinion about something. And so once again I find myself writing a post just to satisfy my compulsion to post something. I must be neurotic. Guess we all are a little bit.
Slowly,painfully, my morning routine is now changing. I'm not sitting at my computer desk, in my corner of the room. All my picture files are not available to me. I'm navigating in unfamiliar waters on this laptop. Last nautical reference,I promise. No longer are all my favorite websites on the toolbar. I have to type in the address. Even my cup of coffee is in a different location.
So this morning I am reminding myself to be happy with the things I have. Change can be a good thing. The reality is I have little to complain about. It is just a machine and repairable or replaceable. As my own dear Mom would tell me, " you need to change your attitude young man ." She's right.

Frustration

The saga continues. My trusty desktop computer has let me down. I've been reading and trying to resolve the issue to no avail. I find myself having conversations with inanimate objects. And these conversations are not pleasant. I find it both frustrating and humbling. I keep getting the same message, no signal, followed by a blank screen. Arrg ! What, pray tell have I done to deserve this ? I have virus,spyware,malware and I not sure how many others installed on the computer. I don't open strange attachments and refuse most app requests. But still this happens.
On the up side I am learning more about the computer. For instance,did you know there is a watch battery in there ? Do you know what BIOS stands for ? I'm learning. Everything I've read and tried so far points to a setting or driver problem. Have to learn about drivers now. Apparently my drivers are distracted ! At least they are not paying attention. Don't you hate it when the instructions you read make no sense to you at all ? I spend more time figuring out what it is they are talking about than doing whatever. I now know the feeling someone must get when talking to a mechanic about their car when they don't have a clue. I understand the words but not the meaning. And you get the distinct impression that you should,on some level anyway, understand.
I am not ready to give up on this ,yet ! I just hate going to the geek squad. Some youngster talking to this old codger about his computer. He will start spouting off about vga cards or motherboards and dedicated power supplies. He will ask what I consider intimate questions about my computer. If I knew all that I wouldn't be talking to you . Well,we'll see what happens. I really do miss my computer.

Down and Out

I woke up to find my computer is no longer working ! I'm using the wife's laptop and I feel lost. It is all so uncomfortable and different. I have a love/hate relationship with computers. Love them when they work and hate it when they don't. My old Underwood typewriter never failed to work ! Progress indeed.
I hate this feeling of helplessness. Being a fix it yourself kind of guy it really bugs me when I can't solve the problem. Try this and try that. More reading and trying something else. AAARG !
So I'm using this laptop that has a different operating system. Windows 7. I've been using windows XP and so this is foreign. Everything looks different. Even this page I use for blogging is different. Got on my Facebook account but didn't recognize that either. Think it may have been that timeline stuff but not sure. I'm not even going to attempt to access my mail.
I'm very frustrated right now and it has a detrimental effect on my creativity. My language right now could be described as creative though ! I'm going to end this little rant now. I have satisfied my compulsion to publish a blog of some sort today. I'll be working on my computer. 

Becoming of Age

Some thoughts on aging.
I've reached the age where I can say," that's cute " and I'm not embarrassed
I can carry my wife's bag and don't feel threatened.
Young ladies now view me as, harmless.
Strangers sometimes call me Pop !
I get asked if I want the senior discount. Why not ?
I can give first hand accounts of entire chapters in history books.
I start more sentences with , " I can remember " than, what was
I probably have forgotten more than I remember. I forget !
I don't kneel down unless I'm next to something to lean on. Need to get back up.
I remember when a " swinger " was a camera.
If someone was "gay " they were happy.
I'll ask for directions.
I have neckties older than my children.
My suit has come back in style.
My eyebrows grow longer than the hair on my head.
Comfort overrides fashion.
I sometimes wonder who is in the mirror. Who is that old guy ?
Classic cars are pre 1970.
A text is still a school book.
I understand the Dewey decimal system.
Dots, the candy, stick to my teeth.
Teeth are optional.
I could buy feminine needs without embarrassment,but am no longer asked.
Old friends, really are old.
I've got corns on my feet and not on the cob.
The late show is too late, the early show isn't "early" enough.
The History channel is current events.

Age is something you keep getting more of, but don't want.
They say wisdom comes with age, I'm turning into an owl !
I've heard it said these are my golden years, lies, Gold doesn't tarnish.

Risk and Reward

I hear where the NFL players are filing a suit against the league. They claim the NFL deceived them and withheld information about repeat concussions and the possible results. They are seeking compensation.
Well, I have thought about this and reached a few conclusions.
First let me say I like sports as much as the next guy. I've had a few sporting heroes in my time. They have provided me with countless hours of entertainment. They can be role models and contribute greatly to society. What they do is hard work. And it takes years of dedication to achieve their level of proficiency That being said,let us not lose sight of one important thing, They are playing a game.
The majority of these players have been to college. The majority of these people hold a degree. And now these people would have me believe they didn't know that repeatedly receiving concussions could be detrimental to your future health. They are trying to say the league should have told them more and done something to prevent it. I find that hard to believe. Guess none of them ever heard of a boxer becoming punch drunk either. Same thing.
To me it is a matter of risk and reward. Should you chose to "play the game" for the money or the glory you have to accept the risk involved. If you are not willing to accept that risk,don't play. One reason I don't go skydiving, I'm not taking the risk !
It is my belief that you do not reach this level of play without being dedicated to the game. You don't just become a professional athlete. Along the way I'm certain you would have learned something about the risk involved. I am not convinced that you can get that far totally unaware. So just whose fault is it ? Could be there is no one at fault here. If you chose to play that is your choice. You don't have to play the game.
Take your college education and go elsewhere. If I determined that my"job" was too risky I would just find another.
I will say it is unfortunate for those suffering from these concussions. You can't help but feel bad for them. I wish them all the best. Still to me it is no different than when a professional race car driver gets killed, it's a risk. Should Barnum and Bailey Circus be held accountable if a person falls from the high wire ? If they want the reward the risk comes with it.
The base salary for a rookie in the NFL is currently 375,000 dollars. How much risk would you be willing to take for that kind  of money ? Keep in mind that you are just playing a game. Doing something that you have been doing since childhood. Doing something that you obviously enjoy a great deal. From my point of view you have got it pretty good. And you don't even work all year. I can't see where you have much to complain about.

Being Distracted

There has been more talk in the news about distracted driving. A call is going out to the auto industry to reduce the number of distracting devices available in your automobiles. Hands free telephones,entertainment systems,gps navigation and video players to name a few. Another attempt by the government to legislate common sense. I've written about it before but I just can't believe it. How is it possible we elect these officials,pay them large amounts of money and this is the best they can do ! It certainly doesn't speak well of us or them.
This latest hue and cry calls for civil penalties for distracted driving. If you are deemed to have been distracted while driving you can be held accountable. Yeah, I can only imagine where that might lead. The obvious one is texting or talking on the phone but what about your children ? If they start to cry and you are distracted are you held accountable ? And what if siblings should begin quarreling with each other ? Unlikely I know. LOL
The federal government has determined that talking on the phone and texting is distracting. They also mentioned eating and drinking and talking to other passengers. Well,duh. I'm so happy the federal government keeps me informed of such things.
So the thing is the government is trying to prevent accidents. A noble cause. One worth trying but I can't say the method makes any sense. Is the answer to just penalize those that don't use common sense ? Fine the idiots ? Guess there is little else we can do.
I don't know, I guess I'm just getting old. I read and hear about all the trouble and problems in the world. I see the average working man struggling to get by. Financial markets in crisis. And the Feds are concerned with distracted driving. Just a thought but maybe the Feds are a bit distracted too. A little more concern for major problems and a little less trying to legislate common sense.

Passing it along

Again this morning I read about the passing of a loved one on my Facebook page. Some I know and most I do not. It is always a sad thing to read.  Still,it is a fact of living and there is no escaping that eventuality. All of us will one day leave this plane of existence. But it is my feeling that our souls never really leave. Our souls are just distributed among those that loved us while we were here. I feel that as long as you are remembered, you are not gone. To those of you that truly love;not loved that is the past tense, the person, a portion of their soul is passed to you.  That is why people say they can see someone in you, or that you act like someone. And for me, what greater compliment can one receive than to be compared to those you love ? To be or to become a reflection of those you admire the most.
Each of us have redeeming qualities. Some more than others. Some of us touch only a single life, while others may touch millions. The size of the soul is limitless. There is always enough to go around. We may grieve for our loss, but the reality is we have gained. We have gained from knowing and loving. And it is now incumbent upon us to keep life in that soul. Speak often of those that have past. Breathe life into their memories. Tell their stories and share the lessons you have learned from them.
Accept the presence of their soul into your heart. Nourish and care for it. A soul with a home is not lost. The time has come to repay the debt. The debt that you owe for having known them. Take comfort in knowing that you can still care for them and that they are still with you,always. Allow them rest. My feeling is," I've got this." I'll carry you with me until it is my time and then pass you along. 

Shifting Gears

A new routine begins this morning. School is out The baseball playing is done. Now Grandma leaves in the morning to go to the Grand kids house. It's a different schedule altogether. A bit unsettling. Changes are always unsettling. I get so comfortable in a routine. A creature of habit to be sure. But change is a good thing. Change invites growth. An opportunity to learn something new or do something different. That's probably why we have kids and grand kids. To keep things shook up. Guess it would get a little boring without them.
The weather has changed these past few mornings as well. Got cool again. In the fifties this morning. That change is confusing my body a little bit. I was adjusting to temps in the eighties and low nineties and now ,bam, back to fifties and sixties ! Also picked up a bit of a cold along the way. Coughing and runny nose. I hate being sickly. And working in public people will look at you with suspicion each time I cough. What's wrong with him ? Is he contagious ? It is all such an annoyance.
Yes, the grass cutting has begun. The outdoor chores have begun for another season. I'll be staying up a little bit longer in the evening. Hard to go to bed when it is light outside. Funny how I still get up at the same time though. All that means is a little less sleep and a little more activity. Trying to remain positive, that isn't a bad combination. Work off some of that winter fat.
Yes, with the closing of the school the summer has begun. Holidays notwithstanding,when you have children or grandchildren that one event is the marker. That is the game changer. I'm looking forward to another wonderful summer. We will get to enjoy a cookout or two,some fishing perhaps and maybe a camping trip thrown in. It'll all be over before long. The summer of 2012. There will never be another. 

Choosing a path

Last night my Grand son Mark officially became a member of the Caroline County Historical Society. The Greensboro chapter. He is our youngest  member to date. Presently he is studying to become Docent of our 17th century cabin. He does have a keen mind and is a quick study. I hope his interest in the past remains with him.
At last nights meeting we had entertainment. A gentleman named Dan Cain spoke of the history of his occupation and gave a demonstration. He is a mentalist ! Please do not confuse that with magic,he repeatedly implored us, I am a thought reader. It was a fascinating evening. He even taught us a trick or two about mind reading. He showed us how to levitate and make a nickel appear inside a bottle off water. Good tricks if practiced enough to do the illusion. I need a lot more practice. Exactly how he "read our mind " he wouldn't reveal after all it is his living.
Today is the last day of elementary school for Mark. It is also the day he plays his last little league ball game for this season. So last night was a beginning and today we have endings. The cycle continues unchanged. Doors opening and closing. There is much for Mark to look forward too and much to be remembered. The future is built upon the past and Mark is building a solid foundation.
As a Grandfather I couldn't be more pleased. I can see us attending the historical society meeting together for years to come. It is with a mixture of pride and sadness I watch this progress. I want to see him go forward, while staying with me. We want our children and grandchildren to grow and find their own path in the world,all the while wishing they will stay. The proverbial having your cake and eating it too syndrome.
The elementary phase is ended. A new beginning and a new path. It is fitting that his new beginning begin with a link to the past. I'm looking forward to sharing the journey with him. I hope he takes me along. I may not know where this path will lead him, but I can help identify some of the potholes and ruts along the way. It is always good to have a partner when you travel.

Mark with Mr. Gale Nashold president of the Greensboro Chapter of the Caroline County Historical Society.

What's up with that ?

I've never been much on fad and fashion. You could say I've always marched to the beat of a different drummer. Usually out of step and out of time. I know what I like and what I don't. I am what I am and that's what I'm gonna be. I just never could pull it off,being the " cool " guy or hangin' with the in crowd. Like most of us I do pick up on expressions and slang. Being a lover of words this has always fascinated me. Lately I catch myself saying, " It's all good " a lot ! Probably too much. With my wife I often say, " I'm out of the loop. " If something happens or a decision is made without me I'm out of the loop. This normally applies to those decisions I don't necessarily agree with. I say it with half humor,half annoyance.
And now I catch myself using another phrase, " What's up with that ? " This is used whenever I don't understand the reason or logic behind something. As in, Mayor Bloomberg wants to limit the size of soft drinks and I'd say, What's up with that ? I think the cool people where saying that a few years ago. Seems I've always adopted a popular saying or expression after it is no longer used in everyday speech. Just a little behind the beat. I have to wait for the phrase to become comfortable and acceptable in general society. I'm like that in clothes and fashion too. Although I can guarantee you I will never wear a pair of crocs or those cargo shorts ! Just not me.
To use a phrase from the distant past I guess I'm a sqaure. I'm not hip to the latest slang or fashion. I use out dated phrases and wear out dated fashion. I think that is probably normal for someone reaching almost 59 years old. What wasn't normal was I've always been this way, What's up with That ? Why are some of us so cool and others are not ? That's an eternal question. I'd bet everyone has asked that at one time or another. Especially during their teenage years. For me I think I was out of the loop. Uninformed and unconsulted.Long hair and Beetle boots I would have voted against. Never was too crazy about peace signs. And don't get started about Nehru jackets or leisure suits !
It is something I have thought about. Why some are so popular and others are not. I think it has little to do with looks or intelligence. Money doesn't play a major role in it either. What it is, is the ability to pull it off. To adopt the latest thing and make others believe it is cool and that you genuinely like it. I could never do that. Some things just seemed stupid to me ! In my own mind I was saying, " What's up with that ? " I was saying that long before some cool guy started saying it ! I've always felt a little uncomfortable with things outside the norm. Just not much of a rebel I guess. Probably my New England upbringing. Well it is what it is and that's what it's going to be. It's all Good ! LOL

A couple thoughts

Has the whole world gone crazy ? I here that question often. I'm beginning to wonder if there isn't some validity to the statement. When I read about Mayor Bloomberg wanting to limit the size of sugary drinks that can be sold I thought,that's just crazy. Well,duh, those that want more won't buy more ? Give me a break. And what business does any government agency have telling me what size drink I may purchase. Are they going to place these drinks on the controlled substance list ? Cocaine and Coca Cola, kinda ironic isn't it ?
And then the next article I read is about a comic book character,The Green Lantern. Seems as though they have decided to revive this character and modernize him. They're making him gay. A gay superhero,my how the times have changed. Superman was always crushing on Lois Lane. Batman was always a little suspect in my opinion, hanging with the boy wonder and all. But The Green Lantern is coming out ! The writer says he wants to stay contemporary. Whatever. I fail to see the necessity in identifying a superhero's sexual orientation. What has that got to do with saving the world ? No one has ever given me a valid answer as to why most superhero's wear their underwear on the outside ? So why do I need to know this tid bit of information ? Some things are best left to speculation. Besides I really don't think kids reading these comic books care about that. Oh,that's right, I forget comic books aren't for kids anymore. They are journalistic adventures with plots and subplots. Literature ! I just liked it when the Incredible Hulk got mad,bulked up and kicked somebody's butt ! Now that was fun.
I will say this, remember those little bottles of coke ? Got them out of a vending machine for a dime. Ice cold and delicious. Six ounces really satisfied. Now a super sized soda doesn't have near the flavor. Is there really a difference in the formula ? You betcha. If you recall Pepsi released,for a limited time, Pepsi throwback. And you know what the change was ? They used real sugar in the formula ! So I think Mayor Bloomberg ought to tell Pepsi and Coke they can only use real sugar in their drinks. Maybe then everyone won't need to supersize ! And as far as Gay superheroes. Well most superheroes do seem to favor tights. Not many wear cowboy boots or work shoes, more like slippers. Gloves are popular with them too. Most wear a mask so I always figured they were hiding something. I'm just sayin'. Times are changin' and not for the better I'm afraid.

The Plain Truth

When I first started writing this blog I had no idea who might read it. I just started writing stuff down with no thought to any possible reactions. Of course I was hopeful that some would like it. My primary intent was to leave a written record of some of my memories and thoughts. I thought,and still do,that it would a wonderful thing for the Grand kids to have and maybe share with their own kids. I love history but you do need to look to the future. It's a comin' and you ain't gonna stop it !
On August 19,2010 I published my first blog. The title was " How cool is that ?" I had read a blog written by a lady from my hometown. I was inspired to think that anyone might be heard on this internet contraption. That someone you don't know and may not even live in the United States could read my words. Now how cool is that ?
As time went along I would occasionally check the stats. The program I use to write these entries does that automatically. It was interesting to see how many were reading. I'm always surprised by which entries get the most hits. I will say I'm pleased that my " readership " has stayed fairly consistent. It is not a large number but loyal. I'll take loyalty over volume anytime. The best part for me is reading the comments I receive. I always find them interesting. Sometimes others read a different meaning into what I intended to say. Sometimes others,get it. Everyone is always kind though. I have yet to receive any really negative comments. Only problem I have now is I'm beginning to know who is actually reading these posts. With this knowledge I'm starting to feel like my writing is being changed. Not by those reading, but by my own thoughts. I wouldn't want to offend anyone or alienate them from reading more of my posts. I guess you would have to say it is vanity. Maybe I'll expose too much and when seen in a different light,well, I've been called names in the past.
I've written about how these writings of mine are really self serving. A form of therapy. But can the therapist control the therapy ? Doctor heal thyself ? Only if the doctor is willing to endure the pain and make the sacrifice. This will only hurt for a minute ! You'll have a scar but should heal nicely.
I am left wondering if I am just being discrete or selling out to the fame ! LOL It is a bit of a dilemma. Mom always said,it you don't have anything nice to say,don't say anything at all. Good advice. Other cliches come to mind, pick your battles wisely, take the high ground and speak softly. Of course there are others, the squeaky wheel gets the grease, speak up, and speak your mind.
I guess what it comes down to is how much of myself do I want to reveal ? What random thoughts and memories will I share ? It is a balance between that and what I think others may find interesting reading. I do want someone to read this stuff. I know I said I was writing this for the Grand kids to have and to share but I want some satisfaction too. That much is just the plain truth. And that statement completes this therapy session. Lesson learned ? Write the plain truth,it's universal and timeless.

High Hopes

Yesterday I formed a sub group on the social network,Facebook. Greensboro Connections. A group dedicated  to those that live in Greensboro.I had joined in a group a year or so ago that is dedicated to my hometown. I thoroughly enjoy the conversations on that site. I also enjoy the sharing of pictures and sharing the memories. As those of you that have been following my blog are aware, I have joined the historical society here in Greensboro. I am currently gathering information for a book we are going to publish. My area is the military veterans. I am hoping to elicit help through this site. Yes, there are motives for my actions.
I have found the internet and all those resources an invaluable tool. One can gather the facts. But,to me, the interesting part of history is akin to Paul Harvey and the rest of the story. I want to know who served but I want to know more. Was he/she married ? Children ? What did they do prior to their service and what did they do after. What is the rest of the story ?
It is this group I'm hoping can fill in the blanks. It takes a town to tell the complete story. History books and records can not do that. I haven't lived here long enough to have sufficient connections. This social network has great potential in that regard. I often write about the past and get all nostalgic. I sometimes lament about this modern world. But there are positive points in progress. The secret lies in knowing how to apply whatever resources become available. We often think handmade is superior but there is something to be said for machine work.
I'm hoping to use the tech of today to preserve the memories of yesterday. I'm certainly not the first to try that. Has it not always been so. At first we just drew pictures pictures on the walls. We moved on to writing and photography. But now we have available a collective memory and a way to share that memory. It is an exciting thing,this compiling of information. My hopes are high.