Monday, August 31, 2009

The 24 Solar Terms

Today, the temperature cooled dramatically, and I was reminded of The 24 Solar Terms.


The Ancient Chinese like many people, observed the behaviour and the movement of the sun. They kept their notes, year after year. With an accumulation of data, the Chinese began to apply their knowledge most importantly to their agriculture which underpinned their existence, but it was also applied to their everyday lives in things like clothing and seasonal planning.

The codification of their notes is called The 24 Solar Terms and it divides the year into 24 parts. This division was based on the geographic location in China, so it's accuracy is therefore geographic, but according to its observations, August 7 is the beginning of Autumn and August 23 is the limit of the Summer heat. September 7 is the beginning of the white dew, when morning brings dew drops on everything.

Listed below are the 24 Terms in the Chinese order of the Solar year.



"Start of Spring" around February 4th of the solar calendar, indicating the beginning of spring.

"Rain Water" around February 18th of the solar calendar, indicating the gradual increase of rainfalls.
"Awakening of Insects" around March 5th of the solar calendar, indicating a relatively fast temperature rise and possible spring thunders.

"Vernal Equinox" around March 20th of the solar calendar, indicating the equal length of day and night.
"Clear and Bright" around April 5th of the solar calendar, indicating clear skies, fresh air, warm weather and lush plants.

"Grain Rain" around April 20th of the solar calendar, indicating the increase of rainfalls, which is good for grain crops.

"Start of Summer" around May 5th of the solar calendar, indicating the beginning of summer.

"Grain Full" around May 21st of the solar calendar, indicating that the seeds of summer crops are getting plump but not ripe yet.

"Grain in Ear" around June 6th of the solar calendar, indicating the ripening of wheat crops and the beginning of a busy farming season.

"Summer Solstice" around June 21st of the solar calendar, indicating the extreme of summer in astronomical terms.

Minor Heat" around July 7th of the solar calendar, indicating that the hottest days are yet to come.

"Major Heat" around July 23rd of the solar calendar, indicating the hottest time of the year.

"Start of Autumn" around August 7th of the solar calendar, indicating the beginning of autumn.

"Limit of Heat" around August 23rd of the solar calendar, indicating that summer is coming to an end.

"White Dew" around September 7th of the solar calendar, indicating that the temperature begins to fall, the weather is getting cold and there are dewdrops on grass and trees in the morning.

"Autumnal Equinox" around September 23rd of the solar calendar, indicating the equal length of day and night.

"Cold Dew" around October 8th of the solar calendar, indicating lower temperature, dew in the air and cold feeling.

"Frost Descent" around October 23rd of the solar calendar, indicating the appearance of frost.

"Start of Winter" around November 7th of the solar calendar, indicating the beginning of winter.

"Minor Snow" around November 22nd of the solar calendar, indicating the beginning of light snowfalls.

"Major Snow" around December 7th of the solar calendar, indicating the beginning of heavy snowfalls.

"Winter Solstice" around December 22nd of the solar calendar, indicating the extreme of winter in astronomical terms.

"Minor Cold" around January 5th of the solar calendar, indicating that the weather is getting colder, but the coldest days are yet to come.

"Major Cold" around January 20th of the solar calendar, indicating the coldest time of the year.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Unintended "positive" results

For the last three weeks, we have been presenting different Hymns programs at three different Churches. In each of these places I have been surprised by unanticipated, positive events.

This is made more amazing to me because in my career as a Television Producer and Director, the essence of those positions is "control" of everything -- there are no unintended effects; the effect of the production and the emotions raised is totally intentional. If something else happened that was positive, then you took credit for it, but privately, you had to say to yourself -- I should have thought of that; that wasn't very good of me. Of course, the negative unintended result was totally unacceptable. This was my career -- creating positive moments, not negative ones.

Yet, in these three Hymn programs, it is being demonstrated to me that despite all of my planning, there is another element in the mix -- and I can only ascribe it to the Holy Spirit.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Progress



I added 2000 words this morning. I am not sure that this is all of Chapter 1 or not. It has a good ending and it is tempting to move on. I'll wait till Joanie finishes reading it to get her impression.


I must get on to reviewing tomorrow's Hymn Program at Ambler Presbyterian Church. We always enjoy going there. Among the reasons is the rich resources that the congregation and the musicians have to offer. Tomorrow, we will have recorder, wind chimes and an actor. Joan and I rehearse for an hour each day at 4:00, so I had better get busy with my review.

Friday, August 28, 2009

Tough Going !

Today, I wrote 750 words and am ready to add another 1000 after the research that I have been doing this morning.

I feel like if I can just get through Chapter 1, which is laying the framework for the reader's (and my) understanding, I will have a lot more fun. Right now I feel like I am slogging my way through, one word at a time.

I have the outline, which encourages me to continue.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

The Eighth Great Heat

I have started a new book today, writing 1085 words in the first chapter. It is an historical novel, and while I will not reveal the subject, it will be the most difficult writing I have attempted. I am not sure how this one will go.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam

Edward Moore "Ted" Kennedy (February 22, 1932 – August 25, 2009) -- Rest in Peace. I pray for his family and the loss they must feel. He will be missed.

There should always be room in our society and government for "dissenting voices" and at times, Senator Kennedy was exactly that. He also had the priviledge of having the "majority voice" and he was that.

Sen. Carl Hayden of Arizona served the longest as a Senator, then Sen. Robert Byrd of WV and Senator Edward Kennedy of MA, the third longest serving Senator.

After the assassination of his brother, the President, and the murder of his brother, the Senator from New York, many people assumed and yearned for the ascendancy of the 36 year old third brother, Ted, to the Presidency. I was one of those.

But the Presidency would not happen because of events on July 18, 1969, when 29 year old Mary Jo Kopechne was killed, between 11:30 pm and 1:00am, in the car that Sen. Kennedy was driving, after he drove it off the road into a pond on Martha's Vineyard; the car landed upside down. Kennedy escaped, but Ms. Kopechne did not. The issue that would track him the rest of his career was the over eight hour delay before two fisherman found the car and the body, with no report from the Senator.

What was Senator Kennedy doing during that time? Was he contacting his advisors and constructing an excuse for his behavior? Were President John F. Kennedy's speechwriters fashioning a statement for him? Were his lawyers huddling with Massachusetts politicos to save the scion's Senate seat? Was all of this happening at once during the 8 hours of silence?

The Presidency was out; there were too many questions.

The ghost of that evening would haunt him the rest of his life and for many, would overshadow his accomplishments, casting questions about his motives for everything he stood for and anything he said.

There are some who would point to his castigation of President-elect Carter at the 1979 Democrat Convention as the most dramatic speech he ever delivered and there are others who would say that his 1989 allegations against Supreme Court nominee Robert Bork, set the stage for the divisive atmosphere in politics we have today.

Others would say the Senator Kennedy stood for the best that liberalism had to offer and lived a life to prove it.

Dear reader ... I hope you will join me in praying for him and his family.
Ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam (Gaelic for "may he rest in peace.")

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Mural of Stars

It has been difficult all of my life for me to accept compliments. I am embarrassed when someone says that they liked this or that that I did. I get tongue-tied and sort of hang my head in an "aw shucks" attitude.

My family will be surprised by this, since numerous times they have seen me in front of audiences appearing confident and in control. I have been performing in one way or another since I was three, so one would think that I would have developed a graciousness about taking a compliment -- but no, I never did.

Well, it's happened again. I have been officially notified by the Mayor's Office in Portsmouth, Ohio (where I was born) that my name would be added to the Mural of Stars -- 44 citizens of note from Scioto County, Ohio. Among those with stars are some noteworthy names -- Branch Rickey, Roy Rogers, Kathleen Battle, Al Oliver, Larry Hisle, Verne Riffe, Jr., former Speaker of the Ohio House and Ted Strickland, the current Governor of Ohio.
The Stars are on the Ohio River side of the flood wall, which is the recreational side, complete with a marina, a concert stage and picnic/camping facilities. The flood wall is a huge construction by the Army Corps of Engineers that has protected Portsmouth and environs since the 1940's, after the devastating flood of 1937.
Image courtesy of the Southern Ohio Museum, the Carl Ackerman Collection. From "On Harrisonville Avenue" by Ronald D. Giles, 2008.
This year, three stars will be added: Teresa Ruby, athlete, women's softball champion and coach of ASA and USSA Championship Teams; Candy Berry, athlete and Coach of Greenup County Cheer leading Squad that has won 12 national cheer leading championships, including touring China at that country's invitation. And, the third star, me.

On the city side of the flood wall, 66 murals were painted on the 20 foot high by 40 wide concrete panels of the flood wall by the muralist/artist Robet Dafford of New Orleans. He worked there from 1993 steadily each year until 2003. The murals depict 2000 years of history around the confluence of the Scioto and Ohio River. They are stunning and worth your time, if you are ever in the Southern Ohio area (90 miles South of Columbus).


The ceremony will be on Saturday September 5 at 3:30pm. I truly am thrilled and I congratulate Candy and Teresa.

I guess part of my low-key demeanor could be attributed to the fact that I/we will be lifted up to sign our stars -- in a bucket truck. (I have acrophobia.)

Monday, August 24, 2009

Plato's Five Regimes

In my book, "Cottonwood Pass", a secretive Foundation headquartered in Colorado has a complicated operational philosophy, centered around Plato's Five Regimes. Plato, a Greek Philosopher, lived from 428 - 348 BC. Among the many influential writings of Plato, his dialogue, "The Republic," remains today as an important and influential treatise on Political Theory. In there, he describes the five states that a nation's government goes through.

In order from Plato's most desirable to the least desirable, they are:

Aristocracy -- Rule by Philosopher-Kings

Timocracy --- Rule by the honorable and wealthy

Oligarchy ---- Rule by the wealthy

Democracy -- Rule by the people, through hired representatives

Tyranny ----- Harsh and unjust rule by one who has seized power amid turmoil and civil confusion

Each form of government devolves to the one below. Democracy is never far from unhappiness since a simple majority rules; therefore potentially 49% of all citizens are unhappy at any given moment.


"A government big enough to give you everything you want, is strong enough to take everything you have".

~~Thomas Jefferson

Sunday, August 23, 2009

The Crib in the Pink Room

For eleven years now, we have had a crib in our "pink" bedroom. At various times and visits, it has held Morgan (now 10), Delaney (8), Jason (5) and Cameron (3). Cameron is going into a "big girl" bed this coming week at her home, and when she comes to our home at Thanksgiving, she will need to sleep in a bed, not a crib. So, the crib will be taken down and stored, since our niece now is blessed with an infant. We will have until Thanksgiving 2010 before the crib will be needed again.

Over the eleven years, parents have crept up the carpeted stairs to the crib in the pink room with their sleeping babies, put towels over the two windows to block the light so their baby can sleep through the afternoon, used a CD Player with no CD to produce soothing "white noise" so the baby can sleep through the night, placed baby monitors near the crib to listen to the noises of sleeping, changed countless diapers and swabbed and dabbed numerous "power pukes" as their parents affectionately referred to the event.

Babies rolled around in that crib, kicked and rocked, banged their heads, thrown things, pulled things; they have smiled, laughed, cried, made their first cooing noise, made unintelligible noises that the parents interpreted and then, as the babies aged, spoke loudly,"words" towards the monitor, for Mom or Dad to come get them.

The crib is still strong, despite four active children going after it. We'll take it down now and replace it with a big bed. But when baby Gabby comes to visit next year at Thanksgiving, the crib will go back up (someplace) for the next generation of babies in the house. What a joy !

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Sir Walter Scott, 1771 - 1832

In an earlier article (The First Spider's Web of August, August 15) I quoted Sir Walter Scott. I hadn't thought of this Scottish author since the 4th of July weekend when we drove through Waverly, Ohio, on our way to Portsmouth, on the Ohio River. Sir Walter Scott's works were so popular and so widely distributed in the mid-1800's that this little farming village on the Ohio-Erie Canal named itself after a series of Scott's novels called "The Waverly Novels." An Historic Marker reminds me of that each time we travel through Waverly on Rt. 23.

Surprisingly, today, I ran into Scott's name again while reading Michael Quinion's weekly e-column, "World Wide Words." Mr. Quinion is an Englishman and an etymologist who is an expert on the derivation of words. He is also a writer on the subject. Some of his titles are "Ballyhoo, Buckeroo and Spuds," "Gallimaufry," and "Why Is Q Always Followed By U?".

Words, of course, are the building blocks of writing. Finding the right word can be exquisite:
"the tintinabulation of the bells" -- Edgar Allen Poe.

Or stringing words together to invoke a physical reaction:
"... his mouth was full of the taste of pennies" -- Ernest Hemingway

Or, from the bard:
"If music be the food of love, play on ..." -- William Shakespeare

Quinion reminds us of Scott's contributions and innovations beyond "Ivanhoe" as the first historical novel:

He's credited with either popularising or inventing many words and phrases, to the extent that he is marked as the first user of more than 700 in the Oxford English Dictionary and he lies third behind the Bible and Shakespeare in innovation in that work. He's recorded as the first user of, to take a few terms at random, Calvinistic, blood is thicker than water, clansmen, cold shoulder, deferential, flat (meaning an apartment), Glaswegian, jeroboam, lady-love, lock, stock and barrel, Norseman, otter hunt, roisterer, Scotswoman (in place of the older Scotchwoman), sick-nurse, sporran, weather-stain and wolf-hound.

And, for those of us in the business of media, Walter Scott was the first to use the term "free-lance," as in he and his lance are for rent.

I leave you, dear reader, with these other words from Sir Walter Scott:

O! many a shaft, at random sent,
Finds mark the archer little meant!
And many a word, at random spoken,
May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!
~~
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
~~
If a farmer fills his barn with grain, he gets mice.
If he leaves it empty, he gets actors!

Friday, August 21, 2009

Cottonwood Pass

The corrections have been returned to me and I have approved them. The next phase will take 1-2 weeks; a proof copy of the book will be produced again and I will re-read it and approve or disapprove. Assuming that I approve, it will be another 1-2 weeks before the book is available for purchase. All of that could mean mid-September before the release.

As I did in an earlier post ("Waiting," July 17), I will share little pieces of the book. This one is a very small piece, but an important and complex one. As a foreword to the book, I included a paradox:

All Cretans are liars; I am a Cretan.
~~~ Epimenides of Knossos, Sixth Century BC



Epimenides supposedly fell asleep for 57 years in a cave that belonged to Zeus and when he awoke he had the gift of prophecy. This has nothing to do with my book, but I thought you might find this interesting.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Phlebology

It was time -- according to my Doctor -- to have another blood test and see how my good and bad cholesterol were getting along. I have never liked this procedure, starting with fasting for 12+ hours. But the Doctor gets cranky if I don't follow through, so I tough it out.

At dinner with our Son and his family, I brought up the subject of having blood drawn. His wife, watches the needle go in and the tube fill up with blood, while her two teenage Daughters whimper and cry. I lean more towards their behaviour than their Mother's.

The practice of bloodletting -- purposefully for health reasons -- has been a human practice for centuries. There are many drawings of where to poke the patient with patented and improvised devices. Here is a 1517 drawing by the Surgeon von Gersdorff.


Ouch!!!

And, of course, there is the medical leech which is experiencing a renewed use, particularly in microsurgery for the re-attachment of things like fingers and ears. These little devils can live for a year after a feeding -- uuuhhh, application.



Bloodletting for years was recommended by Doctors and Surgeons but carried out by Barbers. The old fashioned barber's pole is a reminder of this -- the red stripe represents blood, the white stripe represents bandages and the pole is like the small baton that the patient held on to while the blood was "let."


It seems to me that someplace in the latex-free labs that practice drawing blood, there should be a barber's pole, just to let the hapless sorts like me know that this was an ancient art proudly practiced there, populated with people who understood crying and whimpering.

"Just take this and squeeze," said Kathy, my blood-drawing-technician. "Harder... harder... now, you're going to feel just a little pinch!"

RiiiiiiiGGHHT!!!

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Postcards

Postcards have been around for quite a while. The earliest post marked card is dated 1848. A Philadelphia man patented them in 1861 and they were primarily advertising vehicles and in black and white. The Post Office got in the business in the latter part of the 19th Century, issuing their own Postcards with the postage of 1 Cent already printed on it. If you used a non-government Postcard, the postage was twice that or 2 Cents. (There is a political comment available here about business competing with the government, but I will resist, letting the reader draw their own lesson here.)




Eastman Kodak cleverly created a personal camera that allowed one to take a picture and have it come out as a Postcard which took Postcards into a new league as people took pictures of their families, tragedies and events and mailed them -- something like Facebook today, but with stamps affixed.




When color printing became affordable, Postcards adopted color. Some of the more striking ones are the hand drawn and tinted ones printed on linen card stock.





While Postcards today are mostly of the "wish you were here" variety, advertising using postcards is still a vital part of many marketing campaigns, and mine is no exception, as I will soon join the ranks of Postcard marketing.








Of course, I can't send my Postcards out yet! I'll have to wait until my book is actually published!!!

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Wild Strawberries

I once asked a horticulturist what a weed was and he replied "a weed is a plant out of place." Like most Americans, we have a yard that we take care of (meaning spend money to fertilize, cut, trim and weed). The views of our yard after it is cut is a pleasure and a matter of pride.

The yard is large and rather than have a pool or significant plantings in it, we have chosen to keep it open and uninterrupted like the old "bowling green" of English landscapes. The openness of the back yard attracts large numbers of things like Deer and large things such as the hot air balloon that dropped in amidst loud "whooshing" for an emergency landing.


My aforementioned wife, Joan, keeps the places in our yard where mulch is spread, free of weeds by pulling them out, individually, one-by-one, roots and all. There is a lot of complaining during these weeding sessions, but I think she takes an odd pleasure in the annual battle with the crabgrass and thistles, the wild onions and clover, and secretly looks forward to the next campaign.

However, one weed has recently risen to the top of her list, causing Joan to be extra vigilant in the inspections of the yard -- wild strawberries. The name sounds innocent enough, but left alone, it will choke out Kentucky Bluegrass and Rye Grass, leaving brown patches where nothing can grow. So, there she is, tediously and tirelessly extracting each root of the latest batch she has found.

When in such close conflict as Joan and the Wild Strawberries are, combatants often develop a deep respect for each other and so it is in this case. Here are Joan's words describing her foe:
Tentacles, inching/creeping along under the cover of blades of grass, even their tiny, yellow flowers often going undetected. Always mindful of their awesome power to destroy entire sections of lawn. Then, ultimately, filled with such pride at the accomplishment, they display their bright, red fruit--glistening success beacons in a sea of green, announcing their conquest.
And then, she rips them out of mother earth, roots and all -- victory is hers.
As for me (drawing a lesson from the Wild Strawberries) , I just try to blend in -- no flashy display, no creeping tentacles, no beacons. And, so far it has worked for 43 years.
(And you thought that this was going to be an insightful critique of Ingmar Bergman's, 1957 film, "Wild Strawberries." Naaahhh!)

Monday, August 17, 2009

Changes

On the drive back from singing at Spray Beach Chapel, I made the decision to resubmit my book for corrections. This is very difficult for me since I feel the need to press on to the next phase of the book and get on with another book.

In my past professional life, I could easily multi-task, but with writing, I haven't become that nimble. I have too many ideas and questions rattling about that need resolution. To be sure, with experience comes agility, so perhaps someday, I may be able to write while awaiting the next proof. At the moment, I cannot.

I have to wait.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Hymns and Their Stories

Today Joan and I traveled to the Spray Beach Chapel on Long Beach Island in NJ. This was the 111th program we have presented since beginning in 1997, and the 7th year at Spray Beach.





Long Beach Island is a resort Community and has been so since after the Civil War. The Chapel at Spray Beach was built in 1895 to serve the tourists who came to enjoy the sea and the sand; consequently, the Chapel is only open, June - September, when the Island is fully populated.



The Board of Directors of the Chapel have chosen over the years to keep it as it was originally built. This means that there are no bathrooms, running water, nor air conditioning.

At 9:30 this morning when the service began, it was 79 and humid with no breeze. By 10:30 when the service was over, it was 83 and more humid. I was uncomfortable but had an enjoyable time. Joan, of course, was neat and orderly. Her accompaniment was unphased by the heat.

My format explored Hymns from various countries: England, Germany, Japan, Ireland, the US, and Sweden. It went well. The Chapel was full -- 100 people or so -- and the Spirit was present.


I'm tired and I know it shows. We got up at 5:00am for the 2:30 drive and returned at 1:30 after another drive of 2:45. Time for a nap.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

The First Spider's Web of August

Today is the birthday of Sir Walter Scott who was born in Edinburgh in 1771. His most famous novels were "Ivanhoe" and "Rob Roy," and among his famous quotes is:
"O, what a tangled web we weave, / When first we practise to deceive!"

Outside our house in the corners, Spiders are busy weaving webs for the purpose of entangling prey. Someplace in the dark recesses of my fading memory comes the note that a strand of spider's silk is stronger than steel of the same weight. I often wonder how Spiders start these complicated constructions and finally, I think I have an answer -- they float their first sticky strand out on the breeze towards the desired anchor bush/window/gutter and when it attaches they walk across it carefully and attach more and more strands until the web is finally complete.


The Spider then retreats to an inconspicuous corner and waits. They patiently wait with his (or her) foot on a test strand of the web to detect the vibration of a hapless, struggling insect that has flown into the gossamer contraption -- Dinner is served!

A Spider's Web, however, can be a danger to the Spider, for the sticky strands that hold the insect ... can also hold the web's builder/host. The Spider must show restraint and care as it moves forward towards its main course or else it could become a victim of its own making.

There is a moral or lesson in here someplace, but, instead, I would rather remember my Grandmother, Flossie Rickey Giles, who upon seeing the first Spider's web of August, would always smile and say "It must be time for school to start soon."



As a kid, her smile always struck me as odd, since school didn't sound like so much fun in the bright sun of August. As a parent, I began to understand -- and smile, myself, when I saw The First Spider's Web of August. Please follow the link below, so that you can smile also.


Friday, August 14, 2009

The Giles Family Garden

Each year, I plant a vegetable garden. It is small -- about 15 by 30 feet. Perhaps the garden is a recognition of my familial roots, as my Giles ancestors and my Borders ancestors were farmers. But I tell myself that I do it for the Grand Children, who take such pride in struggling to carry large, over-ripe Zucchini back to the house.





Each year, I battle the animals that live over our stone wall in the woods, who recognize the nutritional value of tender green leaves. The fox, the rabbits, the skunks, ground hogs, possums, raccoon and deer have developed a taste for the fruits of my labor. This year, the deer discovered that they like Blue Lake Green Beans!



Each year, when I begin harvesting the sweet and succulent bounty of the garden, I marvel at the vigor and the desire to live that is in each seed planted. Despite the animals, the lack of rain, my inattention, and the competition of weeds, the vegetables produce.

Each year, as I stand among the tomatoes in the garden, I remember the scene from "The Godfather" where Marlon Brando is playing with his Grand Son among the tomatoes... and wonder.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Uhhhh !

I'm not sure how President Obama's Calendar got in the location, but I can't seem to move it. So ... enjoy.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

The President's Calendar

The Proof Copy II

It's depressing that I have found two "printing" errors in the first 63 pages. I cannot ignore them and let them interfere with the story. But, the correction will mean further delays in the release of "Cottonwood Pass." I still must read the rest of it as well to see what else lurks in the spacing, indents, and justification.

Aaaarrrgghh !

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

The Proof Copy

The "proof copy" of my book, "Cottonwood Pass," has arrived. It is gratifying and annoying all at the same time. The gratification is understandable, but the annoyance is that I have to read it ... again.

Each time I re-read it, I discover something -- maybe "demanded" would have been stronger or that I used "scare quotes" too many times on one page.

I am reminded each time I start reading it again, how much work there is still left to do -- marketing, bookstores, personal contacts, mailing to reviewers. And, then there is the rejection.

What I really want to do is to get started on the next one; the research will be extensive and fun, with whole new words to invent.

What I should be doing, however, is working on the Hymns Program at Spray Beach Chapel on Sunday. I know the first part will be about translators and the second part will be about Hymns as personal statements of faith, but I need to research and write about a Japanese Hymn that I am including, which is set in the "gagaku mode." And, then there is my voice. I have to get it prepared to sing for an hour. While I have occasionally exercised it, I am not ready for an hour.

The proof copy has arrived. I'll read it till Noon and then get on to the Hymns and rehearse at 4:00 for an hour. A plan!

Starting at Chapter 1 ...
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Chapter 1

She had betrayed me. I couldn’t get past this thought. My wife of six years had never said anything to me about needing more; she simply had slept with strangers, numbers of them. I was not bad in bed – other women had assured me of that – but there it was. Clear digital pictures, unphotoshopped pictures of Julie with three -- THREE other men. It was more than I could bear. I turned my cell phone off; I didn’t want to hear anything from her. I left quickly – a few clothes, my laptop. I left without regard for her. To get back at her, I placed one of the pictures on the table – no note, just she and the accountant on his couch ...

Monday, August 10, 2009

Washington DC, Williamsburg, and Montecello

First things first -- my wife (described in the last two days postings) from across the room has emailed me about an innacuracy in my Gene Pool posting. Here is her note:



The source of compulsive dating of photos has determined that our granddaughter, Cameron, was 5 weeks old on her first day at the shore in 2006, and Gabrielle was 5 weeks and 6 days--but who's counting!

Who's counting ... indeed.


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Copying photos for family has caused me to get delightfully, willingly stuck on our Grand Daughter's trip with us. I am only too pleased to share them with you before I get back to what I should be doing ... preparing for this Sunday's Hymns presentation at Spray Beach Chapel on Long Beach Island in NJ -- but this is too much fun.




Sunday, August 9, 2009

Found!

Cancel the Bloodhounds. Turn off the Klaxon Horn! Roll up your drag net: the camera has been found !!

The search climbed high and dove low; stones were overturned; fine toothed combs were used. I was even searched ... me. Yet, the camera was located in a very common place -- among the detritus of clothes and gifts and laundry, the result of being away and on the road for two weeks.

More moments in time can now be be frozen -- only when we have the time, after we recover from ... vacation.

RDG

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Pictures









Today, I picked up our vacation pictures. They are precious moments frozen in time, which most of us are sure that we will never forget. The truth is, we do forget -- the year, the place, his face. And then, after we pass, our heirs dig through boxes and books, wondering who these people were and why they were smiling.

Was this my Dad's Uncle who lived on a Riverboat? Who is that baby Cousin Elbert is holding?
My Mom's pregnant in this one, but with me or my sister?

Joan, my wife, is compulsive about labeling, dating and order numbering our pictures. She has done this since were were married in 1966. Do you want a copy of Aunt Peggy's picture I took in 1973? Joan can lay her hands on the picture and the negative in a matter of minutes.

Her sense of order extends to letters and checks as well. Every letter her Father wrote to her while she was at Ohio University is in order and boxed, ready for a reference; each check we have written is likewise in little check boxes by month and year, awaiting some tax inquiry about a contribution to our church.
I am sure that Joan's genealogical pursuits have something to do with this need for the columns and decimal points to line up. Nevertheless, it is very impressive.

Having said this, I am sure you can understand her (and now my) angst over the fact that we have lost the camera! The search will be relentless.