Point Of View … (“Rust Belt”)

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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 

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“The Rust Belt” You Say?

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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

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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 

Global Thought?

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Actually, it’s probably best to assume every last person’s world view is only his or her individual notion, that’s no two alike (although obviously some are similar).  One good element in sight from in front of the old folks’ home is a bridge that rests in Ohio at its north end and Kentucky at its south end.  It’s good for a lot of meditative ideas.

Now, the bridge itself is going to come down one day since it’s not so good anymore, but meanwhile the traffic’s just endless a tad. They say a bridge “spans” a river.  In this case it unites two U.S. states and the people in them.  It should not be too different at the two ends of the bridge, but it is, while the distance is only a few city blocks. 

Add to the (frequent) encounters such factors as interests and it makes little difference.  In the depths of lives at any point in time there are such matters as heritage.  Say “Europe” to someone with an Italian name and a map of that may come to mind, but the viewpoint likely drifts to being with an Italian name, the attitudes toward such persons. 

One idea “in the air out there somewhere” is that in these days people should think globally.  Possibly so but if all the people on that bridge can have different ideas of what is on the globe (and they can), it’s not a unifying notion for an approach to anything.  People are all different and what holds them together in peace is a better sentiment. 

People can be interesting.Left hugRight hug

Some Sort Of Historic Stuff

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It couldn’t have been later than 1953.  On a lovely day in the summer, a saber jet took off from the base.  It was in view at the bus stop, sunlight dancing on the wings, as it went through the sound barrier and headed west.  It wasn’t common for the planes to fly so low and it left a sense of wonder, awe.   It was over 60 years ago.  It’s now 2016.

The vista from the front of the old folks’ home underfoot, apart from the houses straight ahead and some trees on the grounds, is a chunk of the Cincinnati skyline, some of the Ohio river and one of the bridges across the river joining the people of Kentucky and Ohio.  The river is muddy brown and not pretty.  A coal yard sits far below the skyline. 

If one is thinking historically, one might think of people poling their way up the river a few hundred years ago.  It comes to mind when tugboats push barges one way or another along the river.  Two barges seem to be permanently on the Ohio side due north.  People looking to place a settlement in a wilderness are a far cry from sleek aircraft above. 

The tugboats are people at work, and their river travel is an interesting thing in a way, but it’s a sort of plodding to someone who spent much of a lifetime along The Aviation Trail (at least these days).  Up in Dayton there is a shop carrying official Wright Brothers brand stuff like jackets and T-shirts.  It is a bit pricey, but, oh, so tempting.

The past stays with us.Airplane 

An Old Tale Partly Repeated

He appeared to be a nice enough man, however, somehow there was very little opportunity to get to know him. He was simply one of about two hundred (plus) people who lived in that particular apartment building.  Powers that be greater than all the people in the apartment building had decided to buy up commercial property next door and build a big something. It would involve demolition of the current structures and construction of the new.  It would take time. Like others, he had decided to move.  What was not explained to the new people was that it would be noisy at odd hours. 

He sat at a table in the refreshment room of the place and announced that with the added explanation that all he wanted was a small apartment and a chance to go to work (to earn a modest and honest living).  The apartments were quite on the small size generally speaking, but not all of them.  The word out was no one would be inconvenienced.  It was true if – a big if – one had hours that fit in with the hours of the destruction and construction crews, which were before or after the business-hours rush time as well as during the day.  Anyone on the far side of the building (yours truly was) was spared some of it. 

As he sat there, he also went into management’s “inspections.”  There were a number of them, maybe eight, plus any time maintenance was in the place to fix something.  Well, the place underfoot had it’s quarterly inspection yesterday.  It seems “okay,” and although there are earlier references to the man in the old apartment building, it merits another mention simply because with an inspection he, his words and his frustration at not being able to live in peace to just go to work and get along are recalled.  They were true and enlightening. Also recalled is the fact that there was no chance to get to know him. 

It can take a long time to appreciate someone.   

Hello, There!

Well, the equipment kicked into play again.  This isn’t a matter of anything being fixed. It’s a matter of things being almost accidentally held together like a house of cards.  If someone walks by it’s likely to collapse.  However, at the moment a few things are working a little.  So, perhaps there is time for a few more words about the old folks’ home, if nothing else.  It is, of course, the end of June and a beginning of summer (it has started), and it seems that many of the old folks in the apartment building underfoot are coming to terms with the idea that the cold weather is gone. That’s not the same as with the first nice days of spring.

It’s been stormy in Covington.  And, it’s been very “warm.”  It seems like no one is yet wishing for a few “cooler” days (that will come – July is on the horizon and it’s followed by August).  Although parts – just parts – of days have not been a great thing, there have been times when the old folks’ have had the chance to be sitting outside the way old folks are supposed to do.  A lot of them did.  And, it does help to have a little peace around the place, after the three inspections one after another so very recently.  It takes a while to recover from disruptions caused by one, never mind three a week apart.  There will be more. 

There’s a monthly party set for Monday.  Although the place is not anything like a nursing home, there are a lot of people who rarely go very far.  And, it’s been noticed that there are at least three new residents who are disabled enough to be using wheelchairs.  A good guess is, some folks moved out of housing set up to be a place for people with disabilities.  Given that many, chances are it does have something to do with the bed bug plague in the region.  It’s been learned that several people moved from a place in Cincinnati that had them.  Evidently it was bad enough that the place was sold for other use. 

Old folks’ homes have tenant turnover.