Vitamin E? … A Tribute, Legacy, Memory….

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Her legal name was Marceile, but she was called Sally, she once said.  The relationship probably started out with her husband using his “after office hours” sign painting skill for parental needs.  In short, it wasn’t direct initially, just relative and relative.  That lasted some years and of course extended beyond business since it be after hours. 

Being in the same church and somewhat shopping in the same shops contributed to the development of things, as did the living in the same general neighborhood for decades.  What really got things going was years later after both husband and one parent had died.  That was mutual employment in an office where the two jobs were an aisle from each other. 

While the job arrangement didn’t really last long, she was good enough to stay loosely in touch and at critical times was around for at least some good advice.  Amid the advice (and other bits of help) was an insistence on the value of vitamin E, without really saying what it was.  Another was bottled water (city’s was amid the best in the country). 

Sally died many years ago.  The bottled drinking water had reason for use soon after the insistence, as a factory was in a fire and chemicals leaked into the aquifer.  Water in the apartment building is full of crud.  Distilled water’s what’s used.  A bottle of vitamin E sits on a shelf.  It’s breakfast “enhancement” for whatever that might provide. 

Lives of others can be helped in many ways. Plate 

Temperatures … D*mn Annoyance … (Old Folks’ Home)

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The “outside world” has a state called “temperature” which often is a unique consideration in the old folks’ home.  A guideline exists which says that when the world around has temperatures above a certain number of degrees, that’s bad for health, etc.  Old folks are more susceptible to such a thing, so individual HVACs are great to have in a place. 

Okay, so with individual heating, ventilation and air, one sets whatever temperature is best.  Keeping that, however, can be a pain.  It has to vary some, of course.  The thing that causes a problem is when what’s outside shoots both a little over and a little under that, based on whether it’s day or night.  Cold mornings aren’t a really good thing. 

While a little above and below should be ideal, all hinges with how long it’s above or below.  Bottom line here, when it’s sort of ideal, it is necessary to find something like hourly forecasts that are fairly reliable to find out just how long, then remember to poke in heat or leave it at air conditioning before bedtime.  That can be a daily chore. 

In the winter, the heat stays on all the time.  The summer nice time is the problem, as if there is a heat wave it is the air conditioning that stays on all the time.  (Weather currently is lovely considering it’s August, and it is not really right to be bitching about it.  But, it’s tricky to get the mobility scooter in the corner for the buttons.) 

One can always find something to gripe over. Wilted rose 

Old Folks’ Home … August?

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If the day begins at sunset, it’s August for those looking here even a few of hours after publication.  (If it’s “the day begins at dawn” it is several more hours, but at least one tradition holds that the day begins at sunset.)  Point being made here:  at the place underfoot, there’s been the sudden realization that the year 2017 is over half over. 

The apartment building is “unsettled.”  Indeed it has been unsettled for much of 2017.  (That may be why there hasn’t been much notice of months passing into history.)  Regular states of “unsettled” happen just due to daily matters.  A thing like the mail delivery usually causes a to-do.  Much more than that has upset matters, such as staff changes. 

Whether it is the move in/move out (two new people just on the floor underfoot) or unexpected weather temperatures as has happened, older folks have enough trouble with keeping track of things without “unsettlements.”  The lack of some real notice of the fact that the year is over half over is reason for a little meditation about the matter of 2017. 

To a young person, “2017” is just a number attached to the year.  He/she may have serious hopes for 2018.  Old people could very well have no expectations for 2018 beyond vague thoughts about continued existence.  The former’s aware of passing days with a future in mind.  The latter’s not sure of what day it is.  (And, maybe more on this next week.) 

Viewpoint means a lot. Snail 

Dayton Aviation Heritage National Historical Park Ohio

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“Dayton Aviation Heritage National Park” is a bit of wordy description to identify the handful of places related some way to the Wright Brothers under the direction of the U.S. National Park Service.  While that does rather say it all, recently it’s such a few places that it probably should be noted that the superintendent also covered another park. 

The superintendent made local news this past week as he is retiring.  Given the plans afoot to include the factory of the Wrights, he seemed to see a bright and growing future, but whether that might soon include purely local authority rather than one also covering a place on the other side of the state wasn’t clear (or else no one bothered to ask). 

At present, since the government authority could cover two parks, Dayton Aviation Heritage stuff is obviously a small part of the U.S. government’s interests.  For that matter, it’s not even a big part of Dayton’s interests for many of the people.  But, it’s important for understanding of what the Wrights actually did.  It’s a good piece of history. 

Decades have passed since this “salvage operation” started out, and not only are some of the promoters old, some have died off already (as has been mentioned).  Materially that bright and growing future won’t be seen by some; and, it’s quite possible it won’t develop as expected.  Nonetheless, diehards will likely continue because it’s good history. 

Doing something worthwhile uplifts the spirit. Thumbs up 

Montgomery County Fair – End Of An Era

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Since food’s essential to life, by definition agricultural “fairs” are important events.  Improvements resulting from those competitions are meaningful.  Fairs, however, aren’t big everywhere.  Possibly the best place for such would be mid-sized cities surrounded by rural areas.  Regionally, a farmer doesn’t have much market if a whole area’s rural. 

It made sense to set fairgrounds near towns.  In time some places, such as Dayton, Ohio, towns grew around fair sites until the fairgrounds were almost in the downtown area, an ever-present concrete reminder of life’s fundamentals.  It was easy to go to the fair, and it was a big fair bringing some people from more distant areas to the competitions. 

For some, for many decades, Labor Day weekend was a county fair time in Dayton (Montgomery county).  And, it was also the second competition for some after a more localized one where they lived.  After 165 years the land will have some other uses, like education and medicine, and the fair will be at the outskirts of town again, a loss to city folks. 

The last fair near downtown was held already, although the holiday is nearly two months away.  And those people going downtown to the fair for decades will be gone as well soon enough.  Once that happens it will decidedly be the end of that era in that area, a world of the past beyond even the memories of the people.  Maybe it will be a better time. 

Cemeteries and books have many old tales. School 

Grandpa’s Outhouse … (Old Folks’ Home Note)

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Grandpa’s outhouse was different, a sort of addenda to the place.  The house had indoor plumbing; it even had outdoor plumbing.  In that space where an ordinary detached garage would have sat, a previous owner had made it a cement-like building to allow for minor metal work.  Inside was a sink with running water, a small fire pit and a window area. 

One could live in that “garage,” which was spacious enough for two cars and then some, and grandpa sometimes did.  It was a house that had up to five women at times and the one bathroom of an ordinary house.  He would sleep there, then go in the house for meals and then go off to visit friends or build something leaving the house part to the women. 

While it had a sink, it was all the plumbing there.  There was, however, an outhouse “bathroom” in a side area, which may have been for a worker or such in the once upon a time when decorator lamps were built there.  Regardless, it was rather unexpectedly there, and one day, maybe 70 years ago grandma thoughtfully said, if there was a need, use it. 

For future reference, every city-bred kid needs a visit to such a thing at least once.  The old folks’ home underfoot decided to revamp (or something) the plumbing.  Water shut off to the entire building runs eleven hours on Wednesdays presently.  And, “making do” to an extent is quite like an experience with the outhouse, if one’s unable to leave. 

It always helps to have background. Thumbs up 

July 4, 2017 – Independence Day, 2017

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“Someone” noticed that over time there was or seemed to be repeated developments of natural order activity in worldly existence.  He/she counted up the number of sun rises (sun sets) to point “x” where it all started over.  He/she/they called it a year or some such thing.  And, the sun risings were days with number identity.  July 4 exists annually. 

July 4 means nothing special to millions of people.  It is just a day, maybe very cold, maybe very hot.  It does have meaning for some, especially North Americans in the United States as it’s the day the nation began.  Maybe all wasn’t good with that.  Maybe all isn’t good now.  But, few would ask for a better country to call home and a place to be. 

Many people, often young men, have died with the intent of insuring that the nation continued to exist.  More will be likely to die at some time ahead with the same idea.  That should be especially recalled on all national holidays.  A little remembering at other times as well is within reason but the holidays are meant to bring such things to mind. 

July 4th is properly called “Independence Day,” but a good many people (including business advertising) just say July 4th all of the time.  That is good enough.  Everyone knows what is meant.  There are other nations with “Independence Day” in their histories, but they are not the same in many cases.  Those may have interest in more proper wordings. 

A wonderful Fourth of July to all U.S. folks!Birthday cake