Hobos and Halloween

I was remembering Halloween from my own youth. When we were little children we had those costumes from the five and ten cent store. The one piece suit with the plastic mask. We were thrilled with them. When we got " too old " for them we made our own. Hobo's were particularly popular as I recall. Borrow your older brothers shoes, stuff newspaper in them to keep them on your feet, put on some old ragged clothes, blacken your face with burned cork, a bandana and you are set ! They were good times. Tried being a mummy one year but that didn't really work out. You might say I came unwound. I can recall years when it was cold and rainy. We went anyway. Those of us that lived in the country went into town. All those houses lined up like that were something. Hardly had to walk far at all. It was a bit different out in the country. Those houses were spread out so Dad gave us a ride.
Yes, things were different back then. You might get homemade cookies, candy apples or in a few instances money ! I remember an older lady having a large bowl of pennies and you could just reach in there and get a handful. Amazing, she must have been rich ! Mom and Dad checked your candy, checked to see if there was any they wanted, and we got to eat it all. The majority of it wasn't wrapped and sealed up. We didn't have a set time either. We would go when it started to get dark and finish when we were tired or the house lights were turned off.
Because of the visit of Sandy, Halloween has been rescheduled to Friday night. I don't recall if it was ever rescheduled when I was a kid but I don't think so. The kids don't mind so much. Parents are happy because it isn't a school night. I've been expecting that to become a regular thing. We reschedule all sorts of holidays to be more convenient, why not halloween ?
Some things don't change though. The kids are just as excited about their costumes as we were. Kids will eat too much candy. 

Honor

I was reading some facebook posts and there were several about the guards at the tomb of the unknowns. The vast majority were supportive and sending prayers and well wishes to those that perform that noble task. There were a few however that I just find hard to believe. Surely those posts were meant to incite a reaction and that they did. Several questioned why they would continue to guard the tomb through this bit of weather. Several thought it foolish. All of those people, unless they posted just for the reaction,are surely clueless. A total lack of understanding.
I struggled to attempt to find words to describe duty and honor. I think it may be an impossible task. If one does does understand those concepts, I feel incapable of explanation. How would one instruct another in those concepts. Indeed, you may just as well try to explain love.
As I read some of those statements and questions my first reaction was anger. How could you think what those men do is foolish and of no consequence. One commenter even had the audacity to say, no one has died for me. My anger quickly turned to something else, a sense of sadness came over me, for surely those making such comments must lack a basic human trait. To deny understanding of duty and honor above all else is surely a shortcoming in character.
Those that volunteer for that duty are tested. Their commitment is tested. They take a solemn pledge and that pledge is bound with honor. They commit themselves to performing that duty regardless of the cost to themselves. Their time, efforts and thoughts devoted to this noble task. And that commitment they make is for a lifetime. It does not end when their tour of duty ends. Those that have the capacity to complete the mission are exceptional men. I understand the concept but question my own ability to complete the task. Just as one does not become a hero by desire, these men are tested in their resolve everyday. Never have they shirked their duty.
I really do hope those posting were just trying in some immature way to get a reaction. In that they succeeded. I would hate to believe that there are those that do not understand that basic human emotion of love. For honor and love are intertwined. They can not be separated. With honor and love comes trust. These men are entrusted with a sacred and noble cause. That cause is to never leave our comrades alone. Even in death and anonymity to stand steadfast by their side. That is the symbolism of the tomb of the unknowns. I could not do that duty with such practiced precision as they do. My uniform would not look as crisp and squared away but I tell you this. Should the need ever arise I would stand that ground ! Any of those I served with, would stand that ground. Any time and any weather !

Anticipation

We can use all our modern technology to predict the course of the storm. We can anticipate the strength and tidal surges. Preparations made and it is time to hunker down. The news people have whipped the population into a frenzy. The feeling of impending disaster is palpable. And now we can do nothing more but what our ancestors did, pray.
OMG, facebook could be knocked out. No social media for days. Can we survive this onslaught of nature ?
I'm confident that I will. A calm well thought out approach is what is required here. Don't panic folks. Be safe. Use common sense.
On one level it is an exciting time. All the hustle and bustle. On another level it is frightening. Like an amusement park ride, only you are the test rider ! Mother nature is an awesome force and not to be trifled with. Good luck to all.
I'll be going to work this morning. As long as electric power is available the commerce must continue. The pursuit of the dollar continues regardless of weather. It is not far to get home as long as the river doesn't flood the road. Business will continue. An amazing thing to me is we will have customers. They will come.
I don't mind. I have no small children at home to comfort and protect. My wife will be alright until my return. It will be interesting to see the storm progress.

the time of goodbye

A man of considerable note and obvious affection passed away a few days ago. Living across from the funeral home I notice the mourners coming and going. This man had a lot of mourners. Maybe the largest crowd I have witnessed. I wonder if his wife and family truly appreciate that outpouring of support, or if they would have preferred a more private time. After all, the viewing and the funeral are for those left behind. It is a paradox considering most of us let our desires be known beforehand. I know for me I have a few simple requests. But why should I ? I'll be there sure, but will it matter to ,me ? Believing in the afterlife like I do it shouldn't. I'll be in paradise. I'm guessing it is just because we all want to get the last word in.
Now I figure when I was born there were few people there. The doctor and a nurse or two. Afterwards my brothers and my sister and Dad. Once I got home a few others. Surely wasn't any waiting line to get a look at me. I'm thinking it will be the same when I'm leaving. A few close friends and family. Goodbyes said and a few tears shed, hopefully. Most newborns aren't much to look at and dead people aren't either, despite everyone's insistence to the contrary.
I really dislike attending viewings and funerals. I even dislike the term viewing. I'm going to look at the deceased. No thanks, I prefer remembering the way they looked in life. The graveside service I can understand but hate witnessing the finality of it all. I do go, for the sake of the family, but would rather not. There are those that require that display of affection.
Each of us make our entrance and exit. Some quietly and some with great fanfare. We do not choose the time of our entrance nor our departure. We can control,somewhat, what happens in between. We attempt to orchestrate our departure to a degree. In the end though, that is left to someone else. Who will be there to say goodbye ? Indeed, the time of goodbye is unknown to us all. Show your affection and caring to the living  , those departed can wait, they have time. 

Equality

The question of marriage equality is on the Maryland ballot. As you would expect it is a topic of hot debate. I grow weary of hearing about it. Setting aside moral and religious issues, and doing an examination of the implications of this measure, we are being asked our opinion. I have reached my conclusion a long time back.

I am opposed to Gay marriage. Simple as that. Call it marriage equality or call it Gay marriage it makes no difference to me. It is not a marriage. A marriage is between a man and a women. That is my belief and my opinion. I refuse to argue the point. To put it simply one man,one woman.

The latest argument I hear for this measure is the possible economic impact. Restaurants and caterers and facilities for marriage ceremonies. They speak of possible revenues in the hundreds of thousands. Could be, and in my opinion we are now getting closer to the truth of the matter. This marriage equality measure is really all about economic equality. These couples want the tax advantages of being married and any other legal protections that may come with marriage. I can understand that and even on some level empathize. I do however, think the passage of this " equality measure " would be akin to opening pandora's box. What manner of other reforms may be released ? Marriage to an animal or group marriages ? Anyone can marry anything ? Sounds far fetched I know, but so did same sex marriage just a few generations ago. I will not address the moral issues other than to say I was raised in the Christian faith and hold traditional values. 

I would offer a possible solution. Allow same sex individuals to form some sort of LLC or corporation together to gain the same tax advantages as married couples. Of course you would have to somehow regulate this practice as well. There lies the rub with that plan. Would there be any single filers left ?  Wouldn't make much economic sense would it ? Another solution is to overhaul the tax code to remove this inequality. Do that and the main incentive is being removed. As far as their partners being able to make key decisions for each other, an unlimited power of attorney will take care of that. Call that contract with each other a civil union. That paper could perform the same function as a marriage license. 

I will finish by saying this, I am not a gay basher. I oppose the practice on moral grounds but live and let live. As long as you are not harming me or others it is up to you to deal with the consequences of your actions. I think it unreasonable of those that expect me to change my religious or moral values to support theirs. Tolerance does not mean acceptance. And one other thing, love does not hinge upon a piece of paper nor social acceptance. Love is an emotion and cannot be regulated.

 

Innocence

While at work yesterday another old memory was dredged up. It is one of those things that you can look back upon and laugh. Pretty funny stuff. The innocence of youth often creates those moments. I am quite sure Mom remembers it well.
At the end of the dirt road where I grew up was a rental property. Several families moved in and out during the years I was growing up. One family had a boy my age and a sister that was older. I must have been ten or so. If  I remember correctly the show " Rat Patrol " was on television at that time. I loved playing army back in those days. Keep in mind that was the normal thing back thing. Boys played Army and fought the Nazis or were cowboys battling those red savages ! The concept of enemies was quite clear and it was good vs evil baby !
During one of these epic struggles to free the world of Nazis I received a head wound of some type. Crawling back to the first aid station, my friends kitchen, I was in desperate need of medical care. Hollering for a medic this boy's older sister appeared. She decided to play along and asked me about my wound. I told her I had been shot in the head but I was sure it was just a flesh wound ( had a lot of those type wounds back then ) and that I just needed bandaging. Now whether this was a deliberate act on her part or not I can't say. In retrospect I would have to conclude she got a good laugh at my expense. Whatever the case she bandaged my head, with a feminine napkin ! Yup, one of those big old things with the long ends on them. The kind you had to use a garter belt with. Just wrapped it right around my head. She assured me I would be alright.
About the time I received my medical care I heard my mom calling for me. Leaving the war behind, I raced down that dirt road making a beeline for home. As I reached the steps of the house Mom greeted me there with, what have you got on your head ? OMG get that thing off your head. Then she began fussing and yelling at me for some unknown reason. At least unknown to me that is. I asked for an explanation but none was forthcoming. Later I asked Dad as well but he wasn't giving me any insight into this situation either. Like most things it just passed into history and was not spoken of again.
Years later when I was in the military I was shown a field dressing kit. Guess what one of the items in there was ? Yup, only in drab green. I expect they still use a similar item to this day. Guess if the one I had on my head had been drab green it wouldn't have caused such a stir. Well, who knew ?

Verbose

I woke up yesterday morning a bit earlier than normal. As usual I checked into Facebook. Then I began writing my blog posting. If you read it you already know I wrote about the meaning of life. Pretty heavy subject at four in the morning. I can't explain the process but that is what came to mind. I think seeing a set of twins recently that a friend and fellow blogger became the proud Grandma of inspired that bit of writing. Grand children bring a new perspective on life that is for sure. And not just the first one either,each one is different and unique.
Most often I do my writing in the morning. It is when my mind is fresh and hasn't been contaminated by the demands of everyday life. A fresh start as it were. For the most part I've always been an early riser. A combination of my upbringing and my years in the military. Up and at'em. Daylights burning folks ! Normally I'm up and rarin' to go. Then you have to deal with others. I appreciate the fact that not everyone is a cheerful riser. I can empathize, but do you really need to be so sour ? The day goes better with smiles and laughter. I just hate it when someone just has to rain on your parade.
Sometimes I'm inspired to comment on the news or some social custom or another. At other times it is just a random thought or some memory dredged up by unknown forces. It has become increasingly difficult to write what I would consider an interesting piece. I'll remind myself of the original intent of this endeavor.
I have been accused of being a bit verbose. Guilty as charged. As my dearly departed father was fond of saying, " he has got a mouth like a torn pocket, always flapping. " I have tried to come more directly to the point but struggle with that. Underlying factors and feelings need to be explained to set the stage for the story. I love a good story.
There isn't much to say that hasn't already been said. The trick lies in saying it in a new way. Getting others to not just understand your words but to feel your emotions. That is the mark of a great writer. I make no claims to being a writer of any sort but do try to convey my feelings as much as the words convey my meaning. Every project evolves and so has this blogging of mine. My intent has remained unchanged but I think I have gained some insight as to it what it is I'm attempting to do. I'm trying to record not just my memories and thoughts for future generations of Reicharts, but also my emotional attachments. And those attachments are not just people or places. Attempting to explain or at the very least present an accurate accounting of my life experiences is the challenge. Made more challenging by the fact it is ever changing. Lessons learned, reevaluated and revised. The road that has brought me to this point has not always been paved nor has it been downhill. I have learned one thing along the way though, short cuts rarely take you to the desired location ! So I guess I will remain, Verbose. That's alright, I've been called worse things !

Meanings

Now here is a tough question. What is the meaning of life ? People have been trying to answer that one for a while. The fact of the matter is, it is different for every one of us, although I think the precepts are same. And for me those precepts are summed up with the golden rule. Do unto others as you would have others do unto you. Can't get more basic truth than that. Doesn't explain the meaning of life but defines a framework.
I'm no different from anyone else and have pondered this question of life many times. First to consider is why should there be a meaning to it all ? Why can't it just be ? Does the life of a flower have meaning ? Or the life of an animal ? Should man be the only life with meaning ? Rather arrogant of us as a species to think so. But, man is noted for his arrogance in the universe.
I have no doubt that each of us are here to fulfill a larger purpose. A purpose has to have meaning. It is not necessary for us to know the meaning so long as we know the purpose. And what is that purpose ? To be kind to our fellow man and treat each other with respect and understanding. Yes, but the purpose must be larger than that. We can not be here solely as witnesses to history. No, we are creating that history. One could argue that is our purpose. The creation of history. Of course history would create itself without the intervention of man. History and time are intertwined to form the fabric of life. Whether or not you personally are woven into that fabric is inconsequential to its' formation. That still leaves the question of meaning.
I think the meaning lies in the precepts. I am here for others. That is my purpose. I can search for the meaning to life as it relates to me and never discover that. That is because I am looking at myself when I should be looking at others. Once you can take pleasure in doing for others more than doing for yourself, you are on the path to understanding. Understanding the meaning to this life. It is a very difficult thing and requires a lifetime of practice. I know I need to remind myself of those precepts every day. It is easy to become self absorbed. That is the frailty of man.
When I became a grandparent and looked into the eyes of those babies I began to see these truths. History repeating itself. I was once was that tiny and dependant. My own children relied upon me. And now those grand children deserving of my love and care. I have become unencumbered from the foolishness of youth. Those once, oh so important things, no longer important at all. I have begun to see the meaning in it all. And it has little to do with me. The meaning is in the future. Meaningful endeavors take time and patience. 

Finding the line

Finding the line. The line between justly proud and being a braggart. That fine line between being a contributor or being the hero. It is an invisible line and a line of emotion. Some go forward blissfully unaware of that line while others stay well back from it. Confident or modest, which way is correct ?
I was raised to be modest in most things. No one likes a braggart. Actions speak louder than words is my motto. I tend to question the credibility of anyone that does otherwise. I personally, am uncomfortable, when required to do so. Like filling out a job application where you have to list your accomplishments. Or, tell me what you can contribute to the company. I struggle with those portions. Not much on ringing my own bell.
Along with that I also am not one for displaying my accomplishments, for lack of a better description, on my person or in my home. On Veterans day or Memorial Day I may don my old uniform, or barring that wear something to signify my time in service. I am not one to wear a cap or jacket emblazoned with Veteran or the service I served in. I do display a few items in my home related to the service. My retirement certificate for instance. Took me thirty years to earn that and so I feel justified in displaying it. But I cringe whenever someone wants to label me a hero for having done so. I'm no hero.
I was taught praise should come unsolicited from others. It is not something you do for yourself. One can be proud of their accomplishments but should not brag about them. In fact praise is something you should not strive for. Praise is the result of doing the right thing. If you are involved in some endeavor just for the praise you may garner, you are in it for the wrong reason. Having the job is important, but doing the work is the primary objective.
I grow tired of those that feel they are somehow special because of their occupation or affiliation with some organization. We have all met them. They are the, " But I'M A " ( insert whatever here ). I wonder about those that walk around like a billboard stating their affiliations. It strikes me as almost gang like, wearing your colors. A small pin or patch is sufficient, is my opinion.
Could be I'm just an antique. It just seems to me that this attitude of self promotion is running a bit rampant. This, look at me, I'm a hero syndrome. I think it stems from every child getting accolades and certificates for every little thing they have done. For fear of offending anyone or hurting their feelings we are leaving out an important lesson. Humility. A lesson that may hurt to learn, but necessary. A return to the more basic facts of life is in order. Teach the children about humility and compassion. Teach them the real reward comes from within yourself and not from others. Teach them to do right not to garner praise, but because it is necessary.

Getting dressed

While driving to my sister in laws home early on Sunday morning I passed a church. I have noticed this church many times over the years. It is an Episcopal church and it is done in stone. An especially pretty church and one reminiscent of the church I attended in my youth. I always tell my wife I'm going to attend services there one day. I would like to visit that edifice of worship.
As we passed by sevices were just getting out. The Reverend was standing on the front steps in all his robes, looking splendid and greeting the parishioners. It struck a chord within me. I flashed back to a day many years ago when I would greet the Reverend as I left the church. I was very small and remember looking up at this smiling man. Dressed in long robes and smiling widely he reminded me of Jesus. At least that is what I thought Jesus looked like. Later I became a member of the choir and served as an acolyte. I worked closely with the reverend and was part of the proceedings. I no longer met him on the steps after the service.
As I watched the congregants leave, the thought came to me. I think it is only appropriate and just  that we should wear our finest to church. After all, I am visiting the house of the lord. And it a special occasion. Each time we go to worship is special. We attend those services to show our devotion. Do we not dress up for other special occasions ?
I know all the arguments. This is the modern times. We are progressive. God doesn't care what you wear. Wearing formal clothes may embarrass others that can not afford fancy suits. I've heard them all and not all of them are invalid. Quite the contrary but that is not the point. At least, for me, I feel compelled to dress for the occasion. Now, I don't own a suit. Haven't had much need for one. I do have dress slacks and button down shirts. I feel dressed enough. As long as your clothes are clean and pressed I think that is good. You shouldn't look like you just walked in off the street in your everyday clothes. I think what I'm trying to say is you should look like you put some effort in getting prepared. Hopefully you would do that for a job interview or when meeting someone like a future in law. I believe you should do as much when going to Gods house.
I would have to say all of this is a product of my upbringing. I enjoy the pageantry of the whole thing. The costumes, if you like, and the regiment of the service. Church is a formal affair and not to be taken lightly. I write this to explain my feelings. It is not an area of debate as there is no right or wrong. It is my tradition.
I think no less of those with other customs or beliefs. I'm not saying they are wrong.

Communing

Yesterday was such a beautiful fall day I decided to go for a walk. I had some flyers to put up concerning the upcoming Veterans Day parade and celebration. So grabbing the flyers and my camera I set out. Having friends all over the country, via Facebook, I know some don't get to see the fall colors. My thought was to share them with all. They are reaching their peak right about now. It is a small window of opportunity.
Putting the flyers up I proceeded down the main road. A nice tree here and some nice fall decorations over there. I soon had a few nice shots and the flyers posted. I turned off the main road and headed down the side streets.
The temperature was the average temperature for this day. A light breeze was blowing. The clouds were a little gray and some threatened with darker areas. I was just walking along looking for the signs of fall. I wanted to try to capture that to share. No professional photographer I have a standard digital camera and use the " easy auto " mode. I'm certain that camera knows a whole lot more about settings than I do. It was mid afternoon and quiet.Had I grown up here as a child I'm sure I would have explored every inch of it. Thing is, I have, for the most part, always driven everywhere. Oh, I'll take a walk down main street every now and again and maybe to the park but walking through the back alley is a different experience altogether.
I am aware of the stares of people. They wonder what I'm doing ? I don't blame them for that. Given the times we live in, it pays to be aware. There are some beautiful sights to see. Small areas and hidden patches of beauty. I'm afraid my photographic skills do not do them justice.

It was a wonderful walk and very calming. I did meet some workmen taking a rest from their labors. They were sitting in the shade listening to the radio. Good old boys and friendly. They probably thought me some city boy out taking pictures and communing with nature. Perception can be deceiving. LOL Bidding them good day, I came home and posted those pictures on Facebook. I immediately got a few likes. Very satisfying. I hope others enjoy those little glimpses of Greensboro as much as I do. Each of us live in a world filled with beauty if we but look for it. We may strive to see the big picture but it is often the smallest ones that are the most beautiful. 

Campaigning

One more debate before the election. I'll be watching. I am growing tired of the campaign. I'm anxious to just get on with the voting. Let the voting and counting begin ! Then we can all hear the disputed results for a few weeks or so. Not that I'm a pessimist, but it seems like that is the norm these last few elections.
My political leanings are well known to those who know me. No doubts as to where my vote will be going. I've listened to the candidates and studied the questions being included on the ballot. Barring some unforeseen turn of events I'm decided.
The campaign managers have been working overtime. Strategies planned and words carefully chosen. Attempting to do the impossible, please all the people. Can't be done. Their job is to please enough people to acquire the vote for their charges.
I think if it were up to me I'd tell my candidate to just tell the people what he/she plans to do. Do not attack the other persons record or the other person in general. Keep it simple and straightforward. If I am elected this is my plan and strategy. I would tell you what I think. Let the chips fall where they may. It just seems to me the candidates get more concerned with getting elected then they are concerned with the actual issues. The job is becoming more important than the work ! My plan would be simple, a vote for me is a vote for this or that. I'd tell you straight up. No debates, I'm available for questions. You can ask me and I'll give you an answer. If I don't know, I'd say so. Have to get back to you on that one.
I'm getting tired of the position that you should vote for me because the other guy is so bad. The other guy could be a good guy with bad ideas. I'd let you decide about that. It would make for a different and interesting campaign. It'll never happen though. Human nature will not allow it, nor would the public in general. That's why shows like Jerry Springer and Dr. Phil are so popular. We love controversy and finding fault. The days of Mr. Rogers are long gone. Good guys finish last and the devil takes the hindmost.

Driven

I have discovered in writing these little blog posts of mine truths about myself. I have been more than willing to share my memories with the world. I find myself anxious to express my random thoughts on just about any topic. But I have pretty much been playing it safe you might say. I determined a while back to include some of these " self awareness " moments. I feel it only fair if my true intent is to leave a written record of me. And that was the original intent of my blog. I wanted to leave behind more than pictures. I also wanted my version of events to be available. People tend to tell a different version of things after you are gone ! And so I will share this thought. I'm thinking I have pretty much played it safe all my life. Never really going out on the limb. I have been fortunate that I was able to go through life in this fashion. It is not in my personality to be driven. I can usually accomplish anything I set out to do. That is not to say I become an expert at anything but I can do a passable job. I am aware of my limitations and avoid those areas of weakness.
The great people of the world all take risks. Whether that risk is obvious to others or not. Like overcoming stage fright or public speaking. You have to be willing to risk it. Embarrassment ! An interesting word and an apt description. It is just all out there isn't it ? Humiliation almost always follows. I have tried to avoid that all my life. It is a weakness of my spirit. I have made many excuses for this over the years but have finally just come to the conclusion I am weak. Unwilling to take that chance. I have always operated within a safe environment. Even now, equipped with that knowledge I can not see any other avenue for me. I still want to play it safe. I do think about writing a book or a poem and having it published. I dream great dreams of fame and fortune. I will never act upon them though. At least not outside of my safe little world. You might say I wait for an invitation before acting. It is the safest way.
And so this is a truth about me. A personal revelation. I am not likely to change nor do I really want to. I am not unhappy with my circumstance in life. It just is. It's comfortable and most importantly, safe. They say the most successful people are driven. I don't believe that. They drive themselves. Me, I'll go along for the ride if invited. I need to be driven ! Only when I feel fairly certain of success will I go forward. 

Old and New

I watched a story on the news about family members moving back into one home. Either adult children moving back in with Mom and Dad or Mom and Dad moving in with them. The economic times being the prime motivator. The story took the angle that this was a bad thing and another example of our failing economy. Almost as though it was a hardship that had to be endured.
Excuse me but didn't many families do just that years ago ? Think the Waltons. In fact, many never moved out at all. A lot just added onto the family home. I can't see where it is such a bad thing. Would take effort though. Family relationships can be difficult and a strain. Maybe the effort should be on learning to get along and just love one another, rather than moving out. Another perception is that it is a sign of success. I can understand that.
Other cultures stress families working together and living together. The family pool their money and resources for the good of the entire unit. The major drawback being someone has to be in control and have the final say. That doesn't always work out and can lead to division in the family. If you look closely at these cultures you will see this tradition fading away and becoming westernized. Everyone for themselves.
History repeats, we have all heard that. There is a measure of truth to that statement. The same circumstances are presented to succeeding generations. How those generations deal with those circumstances is what changes. Whether new methods are employed or the old ways adopted there will be pros and cons. No matter the road taken, a toll must be paid. The cost of progress.
I am not so sure I would want to live in the same house with my parents or siblings. I would like it if we all lived close by, in the same town or neighborhood. I am not foolish enough to believe life would be like the Waltons. That was a bit idealistic. So was Leave it to Beaver, but I did enjoy them both. I do think that man has perhaps begun to move too far from man. The connections are being lost. We have gone from family units, to community units, to county and state units. We are even beginning to lose our National  identity.
A global unit. Progress and growing pains. America has been described as the great melting pot and that is just as true today as the day the phrase was spoken. Are we indeed headed toward the " one world " concept ? One central governing body ? Could be. In the meantime though if Mom wants to move in with me I guess that would be alright. It would take some adjustments. It could work. Maybe. 

Direction

It is all getting just a little confusing. Was a time when you knew what was expected of you and what to expect of others. Those days seem to be fading away. The roles are getting filled by understudies. Shakespeare said all the worlds a stage and each of us must play a part. I think he was correct. At the very least it made things a whole lot easier. Without a clear path or vision, it becomes difficult to fulfill the part.
There are exceptions to almost every rule. Exceptions however should not be made the norm. That is why they are exceptions, they are exceptional ! And being exceptional is not necessarily a good thing either.
It is my feeling this confusion is what is influencing our youth of today. They don't have a clear idea of what is expected. Going to college is one expectation. On the other end of that it is also okay to be a thug ! That's cool. Be a rapper and curse about life in general. Can get rich that way too. What is confusing is that everything is alright nowadays. As long as you are kind to animals and support giving more money to every cause that comes along, you're good to go.
I'm not saying our parents generation was the right way. I am not advocating a return to the stigmas of the past. What I am saying is we need a clear path and vision of what is expected. Some things are just wrong and not acceptable. That doesn't imply we punish those for those choices, but we don't embrace it either. I was given certain freedoms and quickly learned what was acceptable and what was not. I wasn't beaten,bullied or ostracized but the message was clear. Straighten up and fly right. There is nothing wrong with defining a set of values to live by. It is a complex issue to be sure, but I believe achievable. be chaste
A few examples :

Telling our young ladies you should be chaste until marriage, then passing out condoms and the day after pill at the high school.

 And should you have a baby out of wedlock, the government will give you money and support. Repeat that mistake and the government will give you more money and more support.

Breaking the law is excusable. Enter the country illegally, evade detection for a number of years and that makes it okay. Commit a crime and get sentenced to jail time. Not to worry, you can get out for good behaviour. Hire a lawyer and show how you are the victim in all this. It is not my fault !

Men can marry men and women can marry women. Now how confusing is that ? Attempting to redefine a social norm since the beginning of time.

It is all just a bit confusing to me but then again, that's just me. 

Necessity or Nostalgia

Went for a haircut yesterday afternoon. Those trips are getting fewer as the years pass. Increasing cost and less hair being the motivators. Was a day, Saturday, when you would find me at the local barber shop early in the morning. Would sit and read the comic books while others got their hair cut. Sometimes skipping my turn if Batman was in serious trouble. You were welcome to stay as long as you liked.  Never was hair styled in the barber shop, just cut. The barber shop was the domain of the men folks. They even used a level to make sure your flat top was flat ! Now my barber is a woman. Times change.
I learned a lot of things hanging out at the barber shop. Listening to the old folks talk about politics, women and life in general. Now understand one thing, men don't gossip, they discuss. And believe me when I tell you there was a lot of discussions ! I knew things no twelve year old boy had any right knowing about. I knew for sure that not all adults were that smart for instance. Heard a lot of them calling other ones less than intelligent,if you know what I mean. The discussions could get heated too, mostly about sports. I heard years later that "allegedly" bets could be placed on certain sporting activities. I have no direct knowledge of this.
I am fortunate that my barber shop now resembles the old fashioned one I went to all those years ago. It is a little comforting in an oblique sort of way. I have been a few times early and there were a few customers in there. Little discussion however. The television was playing. There were plenty of magazines and books around but no one reading them. It was a rather subdued environment. Mostly just us older folks. The young ones are probably getting their hair styled at the mall. Oh well, no matter I'm still learning new things at the barber shop. You can know about things but not really learn it until you experience it firsthand.
I've learned that as you age your eyebrows grow faster than the hair on your head. I have no explanation for this fact but it happens. The barber used to ask if I wanted my hair thinned out. Now it is doing that all by itself. My hair trimmings look more like old snow than anything else. But on the plus side I can now sit still,without giggling, while my neck gets trimmed. And another thing, the barber listens to what I say. Sometimes I may make reference to an event I remember well, only to discover that to her, it is a piece of history.
I am lucky that I still have enough hair that it requires the attention of the barber. Others of my age are not so fortunate. Although given the cost of a haircut these days I question that. I have seen some that begs the question, are you here out of necessity or for nostalgia. I still enjoy the barber shop.

about 1958

Selling Grandpas Dreams

They are building a new Walmart "superstore" just a few miles down the road from me. In the town of Denton. One step closer to the end of the line. At least, that is my view of it. Prior to this store twenty miles was the closest superstore. I see the end for a few more Mom and Pop stores and probably a couple of national chain stores as well. Can the Food Lion store across the street survive this challenge ? I doubt it. There is a Roses store right next door. Can they compete with this giant ? Most likely no. And what worries me more is what will follow on the heels of this ? It took many years and lots of legal wrangling to get it done but as usual, money wins the day. I foresee this store becoming the nucleus for commercial development. The temptation of potential profits will too great to resist.
I have watched as corn fields turned into housing developments. I watched as the country stores went all citified. Gas pumps growing in place of wheat. The paving of America. All the while I listen as the young people praise the progress. Little do they understand when they reach my age, how much they will bemoan this progress. There is no taking it back.
It is the age old story. It is nothing new. Still, I hate to see it coming. I especially dislike the way it all just creeps up on you. Right before your eyes, it all disappears. A little store here and a little shop over there. Closed up and empty. And no one likely to go in there. Before it is all over our town will be nothing more than a housing development close to the Wal-Mart.
I commend those that resisted. They did their best. The rollercoaster of progress just rolled over them. The "progress" will undoubtedly continue. There are profits to be made and opportunity for financial windfalls. Why work the farm when I can sell it ? Excuses can be made and reasons explained. In the end the result will be the same. An era gone, a lifestyle lost and, for the old timers, a sense of sorrow.  That is the result of selling Grandpas dreams. 

the other side of the table

Having survived the camping trip of Friday night I find myself once again grateful. Grateful for my Grandchildren that keep me young and grateful that I am able to participate in their lives. I wasn't so grateful for the frost on the ground when I woke in the morning. A tad chilly ! Nevertheless, I did have a wonderful time. Met some fine people and enjoyed the great outdoors. I do love a nice fire and the natural beauty of the woods.
Saturday morning was a bit slow in coming, that much I will admit. The sleeping was fitful at best. Between the cold and the fact that I was actually lying on the ground, I was a bit uncomfortable. Worth every minute though. When Saturday arrived it was time for Autumn Fest in Greensboro. This festival is a newer event having replaced Founders day. It is a time for the community to come together. Of course there are vendors but also plenty of free things to do. The town sponsors this event. Bouncy house for the kids, the lucky duck pond, live entertainment, face painting, temporary tattoos, pumpkin decorating and the historical society had a booth as well.
This year was the first year I was on the other side. That is to say I worked in the tattoo booth. I wasn't a visitor to the event, I was part of the event. I was involved. It is a different experience altogether. To begin with almost everyone speaks to you. If you are behind the table, I guess people figure you are safe to talk to. I love it. Nothing better than running your mouth ! The temporary tattoos just transfer with a little water so even I could master that in no time. The little ones really get a kick out of them. I get a kick out of the little kids, so that is a win win situation. It isn't all fun though. I did feel a little restricted as I was supposed to stay put. My wife was helping as well so I did slip away a few times. Well, the wife may have done more than her fair share but who is counting ? Someone had to scout the crowd and get the refreshments. I assumed that mantle of responsibility. I stepped up to the plate, as it were.
The day warmed up nicely. There was a good turnout. My daughter in law worked the bake sale booth for the Wesleyan Methodist Church. The church is sponsoring a trip to Kentucky for the youth of the church. The proceeds of this sale will go toward that goal. Sales were good. By three in the afternoon things were winding down. The tattoo booth was closed down and I came home. Rest at last. But I rested the rest of the righteous. I had done my part. Felt good too.
I must say it is a different view from the other side of the table. Observing the crowd. Some happy and some not so much. I understand why someone could become a sociologist. The study of human nature can be fascinating. All the separate little scenes taking place within the scope of the larger. The whole event is different. I can't decide which way is best. Being involved takes effort but is also rewarding. Just like life.
Could be I learned something from this. I'd recommend it.

Camping for Jesus

The church my grandson attends is having their annual campout. The primary focus is on encouraging new membership. Come out and camp with us and join in the fellowship. I was invited to come along and most certainly will. A member of the church owns several acres of wooded property where we can all set up camp. A central fire will be lit and I'm told food and drink provided. S'mores will be featured.
I turned on the weather report to hear it has been revised to include a freeze watch ! Oh my, should be interesting. I do have a fairly good sleeping bag and a tent. I will tell you this much, I'm not old but feeling a little uncomfortable sleeping on the ground. I'll do it for Mark and the lord though. Should you see no more postings you'll know why. LOL
Things are a bit different now, a bit more progressive you might say. Pastor Doug will be there with his boys, no doubt. I can't imagine my own pastor, Reverend Davis, ever doing such a thing. I'm also equally as sure he was just a man like everybody else, although I didn't think so. It was a different relationship back in those days. Things are a bit less formal in todays world.
It is a wonderful thing and I'm hoping for success for the membership drive. Makes no difference how the shepherd gathers the flock, so long as the flock is gathered. I'm also hoping I can make it through the night. I'm a bit of a fair weather camper. Prefer warmer temperatures. Well, you only get one chance at life so you had best take advantage of the opportunities as presented. Should be fun.

At the counter

I was remembering the lunch counter. We had one in particular that I remember well. The grill at one end of the counter and the soda fountain on the other end. There was a large front window, that's where the newspapers were piled up. You could just grab the news and have a seat. Booths were available along the wall. Not many sat at the booths though,almost always the counter was the favored spot. There were also a few tables but they didn't get used much. That grill would be warmed up and ready to go at a moments notice. Almost anything that could be grilled was available. Grilled cheese sandwiches were a staple back then. Fried egg sandwiches and toasted hard rolls.
Times change though and the lunch counter is a thing of the past. It is a shame too. Looking back at another time and place I feel we could all learn something from that experience.
As a young man (just a boy really ) I had my first job. We would meet up at that lunch counter early in the morning. The men ordering their coffee and maybe toast. The discussion would be the news or the job. The older men doing the talking, the younger ones (myself )doing the listening. Learned a lot sitting there on those stools. You learned to just listen. You learned you had a lot to learn. You learned how to conduct yourself in public. There wasn't a lot of cursing going on, not like nowadays, oh the speech could be colorful, but creative too. Used a lot more than four letters ! A lot of these kids today could use a few semesters at the lunch counter instead of college. An education you can use. Yeah, you were treated as second class, but that only inspired you to become first class. Eventually you got to join the conversation. When that happened you sure felt grown up.
All that was back in the days when most men worked in the same town they lived in. Not many commuted. Shoot, we hardly knew what that word was and couldn't figure why anyone would do that ? Burn all that gas and drive twenty minutes or more every day ! Now it is the opposite. Probably why there aren't any lunch counters anymore. That and does anyone just stop for a fountain soda anymore ? We did. Was only one size then. That soda was the most refreshing soda. Watched as they drew it out the tap. Could get cherry syrup added too, cherry coke wasn't in bottles back then ! Ice cream sodas and root beer floats on a hot day.
I didn't know it back then but I was living in a Norman Rockwell painting. A slice of America. And I think that is what we need again. If we all could just meet at the lunch counter a lot of problems could be solved. We would learn how to get along better. Learn to listen. Learn what is important. Learn how to treat our fellow man. Those old lunch counters were the social hubs of the town. Now we meet on Facebook.
No one has the time anymore I guess. Too busy commuting or tweeting. What a shame.

It's a Game

We keep hearing about the number of unemployed people in the United States. A sobering number to be sure and a serious problem. Another number is this, there are approximately 150 million currently working in the country. Got that number from Google.
Here in the state of Maryland the ads are flying furiously over the proposal to build another casino. The ads keep telling us how many jobs will be created (2500) and how much more revenue the state will receive. Hundreds of millions, for the children and little warm puppies ! Might even get everyone an apple pie.
Like everyone else I am concerned about budgets and the deficit. Apparently one way to fix that situation is by gaming. Yes, they call it " gaming " not gambling. I find that choice of wording amusing. Guess gaming just sounds more civilized and proper. Thing is, flatulence is still gas !
Having considered this method of debt reduction I have a new proposal. The national debt situation can be resolved. Here's what we do. Everyone that is working has one dollar a week deducted from their paycheck. A buck, that won't hurt too much and according to Google should generate about 150 million dollars a week. Each week a social security number is selected ( random ) and that lucky person receives one million dollars. Tax free and directly deposited into their accounts. The balance, about 149 million is applied to the balance on the national debt.
Now according to my calculations that would generate about  seven billion seven hundred forty eight million dollars a year. Using that figure if there were no interest or inflation, and we didn't borrow any more money, we could pay that debt off in a mere two thousand sixty five years ! No problem. Sounds like a plan.
Gaming certainly is the answer.

Comfort

Oh no, it is the heating season. Closed windows. Sweaters in the morning and waiting on the warmth of the sun. Having electric heat I need only flip the switch and open my wallet. I had to do that yesterday for the first time this year. Initially the smell of burning dust fills the air. No matter how much you dust and clean those baseboard heaters that happens. It goes away quickly. Then the air becomes dry. 

I also made a pot of chili. The time has come for that comfort food. Burgers and fries no more, now stew, soup and warm bread. Those comforting foods of warmth. 

The afghans came off the rack. Summer clothes went into exile in the attic. The holidays looming larger on the horizon. Soon the earth will sleep. 

Another summer has come and gone. Another lap around the sun almost completed. The progression of the seasons are still in order. Daylight getting shorter and the nights getting longer. Time spent indoors. 

 

Dredging up Memories

Why is it we always think of memories as being good ? We all know they all are not. At the least you should remember the bad times as a learning tool. It is the capacity of man to put the bad memories aside and go forward that make us exceptional. Or, is it ? Animals don't seem to remember much either. They continue on. Is memory a function of intelligence ? I guess you would have to say so. If I can remember all that I have learned I'm a pretty smart fella. Well, as long as you can apply what you have learned to everyday life that is.
As Dad was fond of saying, there are a lot of educated fools out there !
I have memories of times that were not so good. Times that I made bad or foolish choices. Times when others were suffering loss or failure. I don't often think about them. People don't want to hear about them either. They are not amusing. Still, it bears repeating we should not forget about them. We should share them as well. It is just that every time we do it oftens comes off as instructive. And worse it comes at our expense.
No one likes to admit to mistakes. I am no exception.
I was thinking about this when I wrote my blog on saturday morning. Waiting for a memory was the title. I was waiting for the bad time to pass. It has and Morgan is recovering. There is no benefit to remembering this incident that I can see. She simply tripped and fell. Watch your step is the only lesson learned. I think she already knew that. An accident happened. I will relegate it to memory. In the writing of my Random Thoughts and Memories I haven't included any bad ones. I'm thinking now that I should. If I want this collection of writings to be a fair representation of myself, it is inevitable. It is a difficult realization. Time to walk the walk, not just talk the talk ! I'll approach this with trepidation. Exposing one's shortcomings is not an easy thing. I'll have to consider this carefully. Dredging up past mistakes and opening old wounds is usually not recommended. I haven't forgotten that advice. 

An Essay on Religion

As a general rule, theological discussion is best left to theologians. I am by no means in that category. I don't consider myself a pious man. I observe the religious holidays of the Christian faith. I pray. Most importantly, I think, is, I believe. It is the basis of this belief that lends itself to discussion and examination.
I believe that the human spirit requires hope to survive. It is more than sheer will that drives us forward. This hope, is the fuel of desire and ambition. It is this hope of the future, not only for ourselves, but for those we love that make the struggle of life worth the effort.
In considering the existence or nonexistence of a higher power I had to ask myself a question. If my life is finite, that is to say limited, what is the point of it all ? What meaning to life ? In putting together a puzzle one requires all the pieces. There are no temporary pieces. If I am part of the larger scheme of things, a piece of the puzzle as it were, would I not be permanent ? And in so being permanent would that not require a power much higher than man ? I believe you must answer Yes. The question remaining is this, is life the physical body ?  One could take that view. If you were to believe that, then there is no need for further discussion.
I do not. Life to me is much more than being here and taking up space. I have a contribution to make. I am a   piece in the puzzle. And in so being, am I not permanent ? The evidence of centuries lies before me. My physical self is not immortal, so it naturally follows there must be something more. More than flesh and blood. It is the defining of this presence that is at the core of the discussion. This presence has been evident to man since the beginning of time. One need only to read and study history to know that. This presence has had many names and forms but it's existence was never denied, at least not by the majority of mankind. It is this presence that gives us hope.
Having determined, at least to my own satisfaction, the presence of a higher power I must ask if this power requires anything of me ? Must I feel any obligation toward this power ? Will this same power punish me in any way should I not conform ? Difficult questions indeed. And questions I have struggled with over the years. This power is responsible for my creation and deserving of my respect. I owe this power that acknowledgement at the very least. Should I fear this power ? Fear and respect can be confused. I have found it prudent to give those of a higher power than myself, a measure of both. The manner of doing so is discretionary. As for the matter of punishment I have reached a conclusion. Following my logic of being a permanent piece of the puzzle I can not believe my spirit will end. But it could be placed in a different area of the puzzle, an area perhaps not so nice. After all, all the pieces are necessary, but each is not equally as beautiful.
I was indoctrinated into the Christian system of belief. I find it comforting and rewarding. I would not deny another their choice of faith. Only when the perversion of that faith causes harm to others will I take exception. Just as anyone would wish to share those things they find enjoyable, I would share my beliefs with you. You may accept or deny them, as you wish, but that doesn't change the way I feel. Nor does it give me license to persecute you.
Religion and it's practice has always existed. A part of the universe. The universe is infinite. A logical mind can not deny that. Each of us are a part of that same universe. Each of us are energy. Energy can never be exhausted, merely transformed. And so logically we are also infinite. That is a more scientific explanation.
And carrying that out to a logical conclusion, the presence we feel is, energy. It is the source of that energy that we question.
When we are infants do we question our Mothers nurturing ? And we are mere infants in the universe. All our knowledge gathered over centuries, indeed throughout millennia, bears testament to that. I don't think we should question this energy. Accept it. Accept it as you would your Mothers love.
The matter of worship should not be confused with belief. I believe. I believe prayer is good for the soul and gives one hope. Hope is what is required. To be without hope is to be devoid of feeling.

Waiting for a memory

Yesterday just before noon my granddaughter Morgan fell on the playground at school and suffered a compound fracture of the left forearm. At present she is at Johns Hopkins awaiting surgery to repair the damage. Grandma and her parents are with her and I am here with her brother.
My thoughts have not been random as they are concentrated on her. How quickly other things fade into insignificance when faced with something like this. I know it is not a life threatening situation but it is serious. The prospect of surgery is never to be taken lightly.
I am not one to just sit and worry. I'm more of a person of action. Impatient is the word best used to describe it. If I myself cannot take the correct action, I want the right person to do so and do so quickly.
I tire of the discussion and perceived inaction of others. Assess and react.
I understand realistically that isn't going to happen. We live in a cautious world. There are so many factors to consider. I just can't stand the waiting. I become like a caged animal. Pacing and snapping at everyone. I really dislike my inability to do anything to rectify the situation.
My little world has been shaken by a chance accident. It will pass. It is a reminder of just how quickly things can change. A reminder to not take anything for granted  She will recover and this too will be a memory. I can't wait for the memory. For memories, by their very nature, are what used to be. I want this over.

Tracing the Blood

I have been working on the family tree for some time now. It is not a constant thing. I kinda go in spurts of interest. Sometimes I get a new picture or hear a new tale and that inspires me. At other times it may be a holiday,birthday or other special occasion. I was looking at it today when it struck me. My family tree has turned into a forest. At last count four thousand four hundred and twenty two related souls to mine. The dates stretch to the 1200's. The majority of that was retrieved from the internet and my subscription to Ancestry.com. I have done quite a bit of research but cannot claim full credit. Nevertheless, as I was looking at all this information I began to think about what I should do with it. How could I present this to others in a meaningful and relevant way. It was immediately obvious to me that some selective pruning was in order. But that is the first hurdle and I'm so far undecided on how to clear that. Everyone in our lives share equal importance. Each is a piece in the puzzle. How will it be possible to present the picture without all the pieces ? What story is it that I want to tell ? These are the questions I am faced with.
 Sometimes answers can be found in the discussion of the problem or in this case the writing of the problem.
The verbalization or the writing of your thoughts. Now I'm thinking the story I want to tell is the story of me. It is the only story I know fully. If I go with that I should then prune those people that I do not have direct knowledge of. That would reduce the number considerably, but I fear, leave too little to work with. What point all that research if not utilized in some fashion ? The first hurdle stares at me.
Where does the story of me begin ? On a larger scale my story begins with the formation of the universe. I'm thinking that story is much too long, I'm not a Tolstoy. Another starting point must be chosen. I'm thinking I'll begin with my immigrant ancestors. Beginning there I can provide some physical evidence of their lives and existence. It may be nothing more than a tombstone or a name on a manifest but it is proof of the blood.
What to do with the names,dates and places of those before them ? Perhaps just a simple recording. A record of their passage through this world is all that is necessary. Seems a shame though. If I was not the one writing the story of me would I be included in another's' story ? Would I be pruned from the forest ?
I'll have to rethink this whole thing !
What do you think ?

Expectations/Disappointment

Expectations. We all have them. We expect certain behaviours or results. Disappointments. We all have them as well. That occurs when our expectations are not met. Sounds self explanatory and a simple concept but it is not. Disappointment can lead to anger. And anger can lead to irrational behaviours. It can become a dangerous and harmful spiral. Human response and reaction.
The problem often lies in the defining of our expectations. My expectations may differ widely from yours. Neither one is the correct one, unless those expectations were agreed upon previously. Assumptions. Mistakes. Our hopes, fears and expectations are based upon our own life experiences. Each one is unique.
Someone said, " I am not in this world to live up to your expectations and you are not here to live up to mine " or a very similar phrase. The exact quote is not important but the substance of that quote is.
In a society there are certain expectations. Expected behaviours or attitudes. They are usually clearly understood. When one chooses to join a society, one also takes a risk. To become associated with a particular group implies consent to subscribing to their views. Should you become disillusioned with that group it may lead to disappointment. And from that, anger.
I think the trick lies in not becoming attached to our expectations. Whereas our individual expectations may indeed be reasonable and clear to us, they may not be so to others. Do not become so attached to your expectations that disappointment crushes your spirit. Do not allow disappointment to lead to anger. Expectations in and of themselves have no substance. They are ideals not reality. Should your expectations not be met take action to correct that. Either alter your expectations or alter the society.  

Freedom

More and more everyday I hear about freedom and what it is to be free. I hear people saying they can do what they like because they are free. I hear how I am not supposed to say anything contrary to their beliefs. I hear I am prejudiced and a bigot if I do. There sure are a lot of Constitutional scholars around these days as well. It is becoming tiresome.
First let me say this, tolerance does not mean acceptance ! Just because I tolerate a behaviour does not mean I accept it. Sounds plain enough to me, but there are those that seem to confuse the two. Make no mistake about it, I will voice my displeasure.
Approval does not necessarily imply support. I may approve of an action, thought or deed but not support it. That is to say, you can do what the law allows, but that doesn't mean I support that action.
Freedom does not mean I have to agree with you ! It doesn't get any simpler than that. And I'm no constitutional scholar but the constitution does not guarantee you will be happy. It gives us the freedom to pursue happiness. It guards against persecution. Persecution is not the same thing as disagreeing with you.
I hear a lot of talk about personal freedom but little understanding of the principles of freedom. One can only be free when everyone in that society is free. The basis of freedom is tolerance and respect.  Included in that statement is my belief that freedom includes an obligation. The obligation to conduct oneself in a civil manner.
So the bottom line to me is; quit being such a bunch of drama queens ! Quit acting so offended every time I disagree with you. And please, quit trying to convince me the Constitution specifically addresses every single issue you may have with me or any injustice perceived.

Introspection

I find myself becoming more and more introspective. I wonder if it has to do with age or the changing of the seasons. Perhaps both. I haven't undergone any major life changing events. No new revelations or special insight gained. Life moves forward , admittedly, at a seemingly faster pace but basically unchanged. Why then the introspection ? Am I being prepared for some future event ? The Lord does work in mysterious ways.
I am not living with regrets. I acknowledge the fact I have made mistakes but do not dwell upon them. I think there are always choices we could have made differently. The trick is to learn from those choices and just move forward. So, what to do with this examination of the past ? Logically one would use it to build upon the future. All knowledge is valuable. It's value increases with the sharing of that knowledge. That would leave me thinking, with whom should I share this introspection ? Inherently it has value. On some level I could say I'm sharing that now. Using this forum as an outlet. But its' use is limited. I will not totally bare my soul or shortcomings here. I wonder if that is ever appropriate. Should one ever apply tarnish ? The tell all memoirs ? Only if in the telling there would be a benefit to another.
I awoke this morning with these thoughts on my mind. Why they should be so pressing at this time I can not say. I'm sure it will pass. It may be an awareness of what is going on in others lives that has moved me. Outside influences. I'll have to think about that !

Little things

Sometimes little things come along to brighten your day. A smile or a pleasant conversation. A cloud in the sky or a bird on your porch. One never knows where these little inspirations may come from. Yesterday I was talking with my Mother. She lives in Florida, as all self respecting New Yorkers of her generation do. She was going through some things and picked up her Mothers Bible. It had been tucked away on the back of a shelf. Opening it Mom began to read. She told me of reading names and dates written in there. Inside the front cover the presentation. Given to my Grandmother on Mothers Day 1936 by a neighbor and a friend.
My Mom went on to tell me about listening to Grandma read to her from that very Bible, in the evening, gathered around her feet with her sisters. She told me how she kept that book on her nightsand. Through the great depression when the times were tough. Through World War Two when all three of her sons went to war. She recalled Grandma holding that Bible on Christmas Eve 1949, on that night my Grandfather passed.
She sat all that evening holding that Bible and waiting for the morning. How many hours had she sat reading from that book and pouring her worries into prayer.
Mom then told me she was turning the pages and found one more thing. There pressed between sheets of waxed paper was a single flower. It had been crushed and dried over the years. A small note was included. That note said, from Little Ben,1972. That would be me. I must have sent it to Grandma for that was during my Navy days. Apparently Grandma put that flower in there all those years ago. I felt a touch, almost as though she had reached down from heaven. Now that will brighten your day.