On Creating Things

One of the ordinary joys of life is the moment when something a person puts together out of various materials becomes something rather grand.  This can be almost anything, like a baker taking a bunch of ingredients and after some work with it the finished product is a beautiful and tasty cake or a carpenter turning some boards into a lovely cabinet.  It can be small stuff or big stuff like inventing the airplane or the automobile.

Really special creations, of course, are something like the creation of a human being, which an amazing number of people can do and have done.  That doesn’t take a lot of education, money, talent or other things such as might be needed to create a lot of minor and rather ordinary things.  It doesn’t take much effort, but it does take a while to get a human to at least baby form.  (Humans do take quite a long while and effort after that.)

It might very well be assumed most new parents have a sense of wonderment given a new baby — a little something that will eventually grow into a self-sustaining human.  While they didn’t create the whatever that is life itself, they did create the material element (host).  An even greater sense of wonderment is likely to be there for parents who become grandparents — their creation created something to exist in a distant time.

The old folks’ home underfoot always has grandparents, even great-grandparents. And, just recently one especially thoughtful lady returned from seeing the arrival of the fifth generation in her family.  It’s a bit hard to imagine holding a bit of life that was passed on for the fourth time, which made her a great, great, grandmother, when what she wanted to do in life was just be happy and make others who were around her happy.

A life well lived doesn’t have to be a lot.  🙂


Old Folks’ Home Medical Matters

Trip and skin a knee or touch a hot pan wrong and, after a moment of painful shock, it’s usually realized things can be back to normal soon, especially given some medicating to help healing.  There may be a scar left, but soon enough life goes on as before.  Pick up a “bug” somewhere, figure out there is or must be one and maybe head for a doctor’s office for a prescription to help overwhelm it.  Such things are usually medically easily surmountable.

Young and old alike can also meet only partly surmountable medical situations, such as being seriously injured in an automobile accident.  And, of course, there are such things as birth defects.  For such, everyday living may have to be adjusted to approximate the norm — even using false teeth or eye glasses are only a try at approximating the norm.  Approximations can help life go on, but they aren’t likely to make living anywhere near the norm.

Lastly there are “conditions” that are rather exclusive, like the old age deterioration of a being, human and other.  Things and people wear out.  Some patching can often be done, but what’s worn out is never going to be new again and it’s only a matter of time before it’s all gone.  That’s the people in the old folks’ home, and the unique medical concerns that go with it.  People expect to die, if not there exactly, in hospitals, nursing homes, etc.

Medical “events,” such as blood pressure checks and lectures about helpful equipment for sale, are common in “elderly” places.  Death does happen; the people are more likely to die there than under ordinary circumstances.  It’s not as common as some places, but it is a part of life at such places more so than in the world beyond them. Medical conditions that will end in death are more likely to be a part of the everyday living and needs.

Tomorrow doesn’t come for everyone.  😦

What’s In A Name?

The legal name herewith involved is considered a Hungarian word or trade name.  The root word it came from, however, is Slovak, evidently picked up for some reason many hundreds of years ago.  An experience has been, at least in the area underfoot, that only a Hungarian (or someone of Hungarian descent) identifies it as Hungarian.  The usual guess is Greek.

Latin Americans on the other hand commonly identify the name as Spanish, and there is a Spanish branch that was created at least 500 years ago.  Berliners or thereabouts might identify it as a Germanic name imported at some time.  And, since the root word is Slovak, various Slavic peoples might suspect it as Slavic related, just not their particular language.

It’s definitely a military-related name since, so far, three coats-of-arms have been found, one each for the Spanish, German and Hungarian.  In basic translation it’s not “glorious” like “king” or practical like “miller” but is rather fear-creating and over-powering.  While It can be translated and isn’t common, it’s obviously wide-spread so generally can be left as is ordinarily.

A name is first an identity for the spark of life to which it’s attached.  A parent looks at a child and gives it a first name that’s rather how the parent wants him/her to appear to be and by which he/she is distinguished from others with the same surname.  The surname already has an image and maybe heritage the kid should mirror.  At least it should be known if possible.

The opinions of others aren’t identities.  🙂

Back From Grandmother’s House

The very old song about going to grandmother’s house for a holiday has never been a reality for many people.  Only some are blessed with a grandmother who has an actual house.  For many, grandmother’s house is an apartment or a nursing home.  An actual grandmother’s house may very well have things (and ways) that are a generation older than a grandchild’s home if it was established to raise the child’s parent (again, some).

To go to an actual grandmother’s house, therefore, would perhaps amount to going to a somewhat different world, maybe even including additional people that are family if there are a parent’s brothers or sisters still “living at home.”  A grandchild’s return home then, would be to a more modern existence even though the world at large might be more or less the same — war, peace or whatever else might be filling the daily news reports.

In the (personal) distant past going to grandmother’s house might take a five-hour drive, later reduced to four when the highways were improved.  Something like a plane trip was out of the question not because of the attendant cost but because there wasn’t much in the way of airports.  Someone had to drive it, which someone, if it be just one, had little energy left if there was also need to return home the next day.  (Family’s important.)

Perhaps the best experience in the whole business is/was not the arrival at a memorable place and subsequent hugs, although those are special.  Neither is it any special event concocted for the gathering, although those can be charming, enlightening experiences.  Perhaps the nicest experience comes with the dark of night at hand in a moment when, after hours in a car, the city lights of home are a panorama across the highway view.

One should always want to be home.  🙂

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


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 

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 

Assorted Notes April 2016

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Aviation Trail Part 9 (there are eight prior ramblings in here a couple of years back) and some more that’ll surely be along can be expected eventually.  The newsletters are saved.  They contain bits of information that show little by little progress is being made in the gathering of what is just sort of laying around that’s aviation history. 

If the current weather in Covington, Kentucky, is a valid indication, the weather is going to be a topic for a good while.  The blossoming and freeze discussed just a couple of weeks ago has happened again.  It seems useless to try to find a “right” temperature setting on the heating unit thermostat; it just happens to be one without numbers. 

“Grandma’s house” (on which there were some words back in time) became a small point rather in view with that death of a cousin in January.  It drifted off the scene is what happened.  While that was an actual house, the apartments underfoot are actually grandma/grandpa houses and as such certainly worth discussion.  The old is not forgotten. 

So, “A House In The City” has not quite bit the dust yet, but no one knows for sure what the future holds.  There’s more than the above that’s part of life, past, present or future.  It did seem reasonable to note down a few things covered in this little world when possible, which doesn’t exclude other stuff.  Maybe some of it is interesting.

Hanging by a thread can mean “still connected.”Work