July 4 And House In The City

It’s a small city underfoot.  It’s big for the state, but not much compared to the one from long ago.  That one from long ago had over a quarter of a million people in it with as much as that in the suburban county and more beyond.  And, it had historic sites worth international attention, while the one underfoot is an older small town and “detached” suburb.

The “view” at the place underfoot is lovely — much better than at that former house in the city, but that was meant to be just a place to eat, sleep, be warm in the winter, etc.  It had a yard full of flowers for table and cemetery decoration and at times nesting birds.  At the place underfoot the peonies are only to soften the front of a large, concrete building.

Come the Fourth of July in a couple of days, interested people can sit outside of the place that’s underfoot and watch at least the aerial displays of fireworks set off across the river.  At that old house, a few might be seen if one hiked to the edge of the hill, but essentially there were none.  Seeing a display was a social event of going to some public park.

As fireworks are noisy, they’re not great to have if someone wants to sleep, and at the place underfoot (but across the river) they’re shot off for more than national holidays.  That takes away from the “special” aspect of the events and turns them into an annoyance of sorts.  (If the ground level fancy displays were visible, it might be a different matter.)

Holidays can stop being fun.  😦


Some Thoughts About Bridges

A bridge joins two things, commonly the two sides of a river.  Bridges join other things, too, and sometimes neither the bridge nor the two things joined are material things.  Regardless of what’s joined to what, the whole point of a bridge is an encouragement if not the actual establishment of interaction.  And, said interaction would, logically, be a matter of some profitability or other value.

One can imagine the likes of an exceptionally able-bodied per-historic man seeing something of interest across a river, perhaps seeing animals swimming across it, and figuring out how to cross it for a better look himself.  If it be worth going back and forth, it would only make sense to find a way to just walk there, especially if it would be of benefit for others to likewise go back and forth.

Regardless of how they came to be in the mists of time, today bridges exist.  Some are pretty, a lovely sight worth painting.  Some are strictly utilitarian and not particularly uplifting, never mind enchanting.  Regardless of the view, some kind of engineering mind beyond much of humanity figured it out for the rest of humanity quite likely on the order of either business interests or politicians.

Given motor boats and helicopters, today bridges are not particularly an extra-ordinary necessity if one discounts the likes of mass crossings.  The one almost underfoot might be labelled “necessary” as there’s endless traffic on it, much of it tractor-trailer trucks some of which probably haul the U.S. mail for or after cancellation.  It’s used.  It’s also a complicated eyesore permanently in view….

Discomfort can be a part of living.  😦

Cold Weather At The Old Folks’ Home

Born and bred in the Northlands doesn’t mean someone must stay in the snow/ice belt, but people do.  Children, of course, need to stay with parents, and children account for a hefty percentage of the population.  Adult population is another matter.  Many stay for the sake of a job and a measure of income, especially if around what’s called “middle-age.”  Only a few are in a good position to leave, which means dealing with the weather.

Zero and sub-zero temperatures (Fahrenheit) are obviously more likely the farther north one goes (or for that matter south in the southern hemisphere).  The area underfoot is In the more temperate area, and “zero” only happen sometimes (right now underfoot).  Since it only happens sometimes, and since the people in an old folks’ home often do not do much like hold down a job, they are among those who often aren’t well prepared.

There’s less going places (never mind hanging around outside congregating regardless of nice selling points like a lovely view) and more of a rush to get in if there’s some need to go out.  And, that “getting in” includes getting beyond the halls, which, especially near the entrances, aren’t much warmer than the outdoors.  Chilly halls also put a damper on necessities, like going to a laundry room or even getting some snacks from machines.

There can be a serious strain on the heating system if it is getting a little old, but if it is a big building there is less chance of something like pipes freezing up or electricity being knocked out for an extended period (especially when a place has a back-up generator). Reasonable older people also try to avoid driving if roadways are bad, so getting things like food or making it to things like doctor’s appointments are very common problems.

To be remembered:  snow covers a lot of dirt.  🙂

Christmas Cincinnati! …??

Cincinnati is still known to some as “The Queen City of The West” even though it is no longer in “The West.”  (After 1803 the area wasn’t so much “The West” anymore, although it was still west of Boston, New York, Washington, D.C, etc.)  Electric light bulb stuff blossomed into use later, and an electric gizmo sits at the edge of downtown Cincinnati to announce “Cincinnati” that is seemingly suited for an earlier time.

The “gizmo” is a huge (much larger than ordinary houses) series of lights that spell out the word “Cincinnati.”  It sits relatively close to the north bank of the Ohio river and presents itself mostly in a sort of southwest direction so that it would be a word to be seen by up-river boat traffic rather than people downtown or on the south bank.  The thing is, there is ordinarily very little boat traffic on the river up or down.

One can well imagine a time before cars and planes were common when shipping did heavily use the river.  People on a relatively long haul on the river might seriously appreciate such a sign off in the distance.  There are people around who can see it, such as on the south bank, but that’s far from the same thing.  It’s brightly there every night, and they are people who really don’t need it as a sign a trip’s over.

Sometimes the colors of the lights are changed, like at times the display has been done in red, white and blue.  Well, it’s Christmas time and the message sent downstream these days has been done in red and green.  It’s very cheery and fitting, but it does seem like it would go best with the whole expression Queen City of The West, which, as sadly noted, doesn’t have the impact it once did unless one’s in Boston, etc.

It’s sad when beautiful things lose out.  😦

Point Of View … (“Rust Belt”)

      A Dover Wright 1a

Where someone is “coming from” is important with anything, and as a rule little of that is ever known.  It’s possible estimations of a few things can be established, but little can be sure.  Wherever someone is “coming from” is his/her “point of view,” of course.  It seems reasonable to recall that one point of view here is being in the “Rust Belt.” 

There are four American towns and two European ones listed that are “filing” places.  The two European towns are just ancestry and not too pertinent.  Those four American ones, however, are a life and are highly pertinent to everything published.  They’re in three states, all essentially “Rust Belt” and “old first territory.”  None are huge or tiny. 

The biggest town is Cincinnati, Ohio, and more or less the big regional center.  Only if the entire region is counted would it be something like two million people.  The city’s not near so populous.  The current location’s Covington, a few blocks away in Kentucky.  Dayton, Ohio, is city “long-lived.”  Terre Haute, Indiana, is city of long visiting. 

All four towns have a few things in common, e.g., all four can be considered “river towns.”  There is no seacoast and little navy.  Nautical terminology’s a foreign language at this desk even though the rivers are used for some boating purposes.  Some things are very different amid them.  And, this has been written for those interested in viewpoint.

Circumstances help make people what they are.Airplane 

“The Rust Belt” You Say?

      Dover 20a

Although not precisely the same thing, what today is named “The Rust Belt” is pretty much what more properly would be called “The Great Lakes Region.” In days long past, it was the industrial heartland of the United States.  Because of the lakes, it’s a special place on earth apart from recent industrial history and invention developed thereabouts. 

The oldest of today’s people lived through a sort of glory era that started ending after World War II.  With it, many people kept hoping things would get better but life, times and the world changes things.  It is pretty clear that the factory jobs that brought the mountain folks and Europeans (in earlier days) are gone.  Today hopes are different. 

While it is true that “end of an era” if one wants to call that such caused many people (and businesses, too) to find homes elsewhere, millions of people still live in the Rust Belt.  For many, for various reasons, it wasn’t practical, sensible or reasonable to leave.  They look to things like new ideas, restorations and renovations.  Some is good. 

Technology (inventiveness) may be centered elsewhere these days, but it is still a little too soon to “write off” the Great Lakes area and the surrounding region.  There’s some effort and there are young people still there.  It will be different from the past.  And, it would be good if it were called “The Great Lakes Region” (or something similar). 

One must think positive to do something.Fingers crossed 

Autumn In The Northlands

     Dover Holiday Thanksgiving 76b

Far, far away in places such as New Zealand spring flowers and the like are the order of the day.  Spring promises an annual hopefulness for the days ahead.  By autumn the hope dwindles and even ceases in the human spirit as the “take” and accomplishments of the year are largely if not totally established.  There may be more of something somewhere. 

Such is the spirit descending on the northlands at present since autumn is at hand.  The Ohio Valley is no exception, and human thoughts drift toward snow as well as holidays a long way off yet.  One noticeable difference at the senior retirement community (old folks’ home) is that move in and move out also dwindles just like with the “real world.” 

While the birds may be a-twitter over something related to the new season that isn’t quite here yet (there is some of that taking place), and some of the trees (stuff like oaks and maples, not anything like tropical palms) that cover a hillside in view just vaguely have a faint yellowish cast, the weather’s not freezing and holidays are months off. 

The really noticeable item is that by now the lessening of daylight is evident even though that’s only a minute or so morning and evening.  Some things can be sensed as much as clearly seen.  There is less concern about cars at the old folks’ home as travel is minimal and it seldom gets really bad for long periods, otherwise it’s “northlands,” too.

Time passes at the same rate all of the time.Clock