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 

“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 

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 

A Small Village In A Strange Land – Part 7

Back in the past offerings here, there were some postings about “grandmother’s house.”  That particular house was a place in southwestern Indiana (and plenty was left unsaid there as of yet, but that’s another matter).  It seems it was in that house (on the other side of the family) where there was once a mention of a “something” in this village of the grandparents.  The thought that stayed in mind was something like a fort, but the language spoken wasn’t too well known.  It seems it was briefly verified the village of the “other side” grandparents was indeed a certain one that had a reputation for something. 

The Indiana grandmother came from what was something like the next state over.  She was there in the horse age, and people did surely get around some and knew about things a little distance away but it could not be a familiarity as one might know in present times.  Given the idea to study the matter, there was a notion to look for something that was somehow notable (crumbling castle was not what was in mind) partly because of the fleeting incident.  Back then there was little idea to look into it for several reasons that made sense, such as Communist occupation (forget it, as it’s all different anyway). 

Well, it became fashionable to look at that other world a few years ago.  And after a hundred years it would almost have to be radically different among the lesser humans of this life.  In this case it seems it’s all different.  To make things more complicated, facts about the Indiana set were better known.  Therefore, it only made sense to hunt for some information in the lesser known.  In that lesser known was first of all an unexpected country with unknown language rather than the one inherited.  It is definitely a small village in a strange land.  And “important” won’t ever describe what’s essentially a ruin. 

Hunting can lead to the unexpected.Work