Things I make from silverware.
I was darning my favorite pair of socks the other week and got to thinking about my grandmother and Aunt Helen. They each had a sock egg. I loved those sock eggs. I liked looking at their shape and the grain of the wood. I miss those sock eggs.
When I was daring my socks the other week I had to use a light bulb. Soon even light bulbs won't be available. They are quickly being replace with Compact Fluorescent Light Bulbs. You know, those corkscrew bulbs.
When I was in Mount Carmel last week I looked in the antique stores around there. I found the three shown here, but they just didn't feel right. You don't know where they might have been.
I'm thinking about using a lathe and a limb from the walnut tree in my back yard that my dad planted. He got the start from the Guinea Man's yard. (So called because he raised guineas.) The sock egg has to be just right. If it works out, I'll have to make four of them so I can pass the tradition (skill) on to my grandchildren.
How to Darn a Sock
I really liked this written by my friend, and "nephew-in-law" Daniel Theisen. It brought back feelings I have for friends that have died, in particular Dave and Rob.
"Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way."
"Live fearlessly till your dead"
My friend Joe Connolly often said. His pronunciation, letter perfect, free of his usual mumbled and growled words, Add to that, his Vernor hiWay gestures, an inappropriate laughs, most just heard a scary guy, few could understand.
He was born deaf and poor, and always ignored and treated like he was just dumb. He got that line from his seldom scene daddy road musician, that often dodged him and his mom.
He learned those words like a respected prayer, and lived them while being seriously damaged from the lead in his diet.
The only thing he got really good at was boxing. He was a boxers boxer, that was once the light weight, golden glove champion of Jackson prison. Of course ending up there fearless and dimmed, it's that non stop conveyor belt, from street schools to prison.
He never really got a chance to live, no matter how well he practiced saying that line.
While in the real world his brain damage continued to worsen, from constant hits to the head.
Some in the ring, some in dark alleys, that never stopped him, from greeting every morning with a fearless roar, an offered hand, and a smile. He believed his five magic words, said well and often, helped us all, just by being said.
As I will do too, today and tomorrow, in remembrance of his passing, the loss of his sweet smile. The last time I seen him was back in 1966, he was 25 years old, playing cops and robbers" with a large group of children that were between age 5 to 12. Having a blast, while every parent knew, their child was safe with him.
While searching for him again today, just to thank him for the good, he's done, I found that he had died a while ago, still enjoying life, with the innocence of a child.
Here are some of my old poems... again.
An artist's impression of the surface of Kepler 452b. It orbits its star, which is 1,400 light-years away, in 385 days. Credit Danielle Futselaar/SETI Institute
Searching for Adventure
Tonight. Walking under crystal skies I hear two sounds.
The brittle crunch of my footfalls in fallen the snow.
And the great horned owl in the distant trees,
Protecting his territory.
I sense my fallen friends. I sense my father.
My heart quickens, my pace slows.
I sense excitement and joy.
Perhaps adventure still awaits me.
The waning moon
is ready to catch Saturn
in its crescent pouch
as Scorpius and Libra watch nearby.
The Great Horned Owl
cheers the moon's daring.
I don't have to leave the yard
The Hawk and the Mouse
Shadows of past and future
Pass over me
Like the shadow of a hawk
Passes over a mouse
Leaving feelings of dread and worry.
I remember today. So far.
I remember 2015. Phoenix, Wedding
I remember 2012. Emma
I remember 2009. Teaching- gone.
I remember 2006 twice. Peyton, Kayla
I remember 1982. Suzanne
I remember 1980. Sarah
I remember 1972. Georgia
I remember 1971. Georgia
I remember a little bit about 1969. JFK to the moon.
I remember 1966. HS
I remember 1961. No I don’t.
I think I remember 1956 but probably not. Pool, top.
I don’t remember 1948 but I should.
This is a video about our trip to Nashville. <click
A Funny Story At The Gaylord
Once we had an ice cream sundae party for the whole school. We had a case of whipping cream left over. Whenever I was on recess duty I would grab a can and bring it with me. The kids would line up by the dozen and when it was their turn they would tilt their heads back and open their mouths wide and I would give them a shot. They looked like baby birds. Sometimes they would
move or I wouldn't pay close enough attention and it would go all over their faces. That was always the best. No wonder the kids loved me, but the principal... not so much.
I thought I saw another humming bird at the feeder today, then another one, but I decided they were only leaves, then I saw another one and it flew to the feeder from the north, paused at the feeder and then flew back. I'm pretty sure that one was a humming bird.