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.  🙂

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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 

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 

 

A Really Inescapable Event

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As we drift slowly into spring, Easter, the Ides of March and many other good and dire things, what has by accident landed at this desk is an obituary notice.  It was indeed by accident, the how and why not being too important.  It was for a cousin, about five weeks after the fact.  There is usually a look at the newspaper but not the obits. 

For some confused reason the pages wouldn’t line up right to read the headlines.  Something more or less said, well if you can’t read the news, check the obituaries although that didn’t exactly make sense.  A friend who wasn’t well was supposedly all right; but, maybe something went wrong seriously after all.  There’s no recent word from him. 

The death was unexpected, although the age was that of an “older” person.  For one thing his mother was much older, nearly ninety, when she died back in 2007.  It was rather shocking.  And, the death notice seemed somewhat peculiar although in a sense accurate.  A wild guess would be that he never seriously told anyone, “They call me Fred.” 

Whatever might have been formulating in mind here drifted away amid assorted thoughts ranging from clan interaction of past decades to what to do when someone dies.  It is a little late to send flowers, so there are some above.  As for condolences, well, they had best go on the winds.  It is done that way often, especially given reason for it. 

S’long for now, Fred.Red lips 

Very Slow Death….

An accident can wipe out someone in the prime of life, as we all know.  And, it may not be “instantaneous.”  It may take hours or even days before life stops completely.  It is slow in a sense.  There is also what could be called a very slow death that doesn’t involve anything of the sort or anything like picking up some contagious ailment.  The reality is once a person has hit that “prime of life,” it all switches from growth and development to deterioration called “aging.”  That can easily drag on for a quarter of a century or more (day by day). 

Well “aging” is a nice term for very slowly dying.  A lot of people wouldn’t want to use those exact words but that is what it is.  And it’s evident in an old folks’ home to a marked extent.  The time of “growth and development” is a time when there are hopes and dreams of betterment.  It can sometimes happen even if someone has passed the prime of life, but that’s about when the hopes and dreams cease to be possible if they were big hopes and dreams.  Then a case of just hanging onto what is often takes over.  Even that ends eventually. 

Once in a while the old folks find a little “advancement” with something like a few college courses or even via the activities programs in some places, especially if somehow still rather healthy youngish (the age bracket for places varies as some start at age 55 and some require ages over 60).  Personal development isn’t all that common in spite of the frequently advertised pictures of people having an interesting “senior citizen” life.  So, in the world that is out there somewhere there are those “on the way up” as they say, and those on the way down. Down is depressive. 

A look around can establish reality.Camera  

A Small Village In A Strange Land – Part 8

Monument to the fallen in the first world War I

The identifying description (cutline) for the above which came from some unknown source says it’s a monument to the fallen in the first world war. The white emblem displayed is also the national symbol (on the national flag).  That would be the equivalent to signs of Irishness one sees on St. Patrick’s day.  It (along with the wolf’s paw) can be claimed by yours truly, although perhaps not so much.  It is heartening to know even a small village will find some means to remember those who have defended the land. It is not known at this desk how many there were.     

“What might have been” is always a waste of time, but any such speculation can lead to interesting conclusions amid other things.  In this particular ancestry hunt, Once the two villages from which the elders migrated were actually located on a map, it was almost immediately noticed those two villages were fairly close together.  If the families had stayed, it’s not beyond the realm of good possibility that parents would have met, married and created the same final offspring (yours truly).  Based on the events as is known, the upbringing, etc., would have been there. 

What might have been may be utterly different.Camera