Sunday, September 3, 2017

The Way it Was


The Way It Was
by Abraham Lincoln

Looks so much like raw hamburger like George Myers used to eat for lunch. I was a little boy of 6 or 7 years and used to set on the porch with George and his wife, Ida, and watch the Model A's and Model T's go past on the road in front of their house.

When it was time for lunch, Ida called us in and George ate his raw hamburger and Ida ate something and gave me a sugar cookie to eat and if I still looked hungry, Ida would give me a second big sugar cookie.

Those were the days when finishing the 8th Grade was all the education anybody needed, according to George. I thought he should know because he often boasted about finishing the 8th grade and he would tell you over and over what he got from his education besides being able to recite the multiplication tables through 7 because he was 49 where he stuck as long as I knew him.

George owned two coal yards and everyone in town paid him for the coal he delivered or they picked up. The Dayton and Union City (D&U) train parked coal cars on the siding by his coal piles and George paid the Harleman brothers $20.00 to unload each coal car and throw the coal on what became mountains of fresh coal for kitchen cook stoves.

The big lumps of coal were used in heating stoves and the boys had to throw it lump by lump out of the cars onto the siding and then make a big pile of lump coal that people used to heat their homes with. When George delivered our coal, he used a scoop shovel to shovel the smaller pieces of coal through the opening in the shed but he had to carry in the big lumps of coal by hand and lay them inside the shed on the dirt floor.

Later on, when he was gone I had to use an axe like a sledge hammer to break the lumps into smaller lumps that I could carry. I was lucky to get two pieces of lump coal in the coal bucket but had to use both hands to carry the bucket into the house and set it down beside the heating stove in the living room. I could carry a full bucket of cook stove coal we used in the kitchen stove with one hand.

That coal was burned by every home in Gordon, Ohio, where we lived, in kitchen cook stoves and living room heating stoves until summer when the stoves stopped burning and houses were heated and air conditioned by opening doors and windows. If hot water was needed and you didn’t own a kerosene stove then you had to fire up the kitchen stove to heat water in the teakettle and the stove had to be hot to prepare meals three times every day.

George owned a tiny office close to the railroad tracks at the south end of Gordon along the tracks. That was where the men came to tell stories. Most men chewed tobacco so there were brass spittoons lined

Those were the best of times and the worst of times and we all remember them.


Saturday, September 2, 2017

Mimosa Blooming

Mimosa in full bloom
The seed germinates every year and up comes different shades of this beautiful flower.

Boyer's Store

Bill and Lillian Boyer behind the counter at their store in Gordon, Ohio

Thursday, January 26, 2017

COPD and breathing

The snow is snowing and the wind is blowing but there is no fire to keep me warm in the fireplace. Firewood, lots of firewood, used to be my number one concern when I was as healthy as a horse, smoked a pipe and a pack of cigarettes once every few days. Now, after ruining both lungs I am not even eligible for a lung transplant. So the doctor told us that I should not use the fireplace because it would do me no good to smell the smoke from it or get the particles from the smoke into my lungs. So we sealed it up and now it is a decorative dent in the wall that is illuminated by overhead lights.


So, I am stuck with toting around a bottle of oxygen or using an oxygen concentrator with a cannula stuck in my nose 24/7 day and night. It takes some getting used to. Since suffocation is not the way for anybody to go, I do my duty and use oxygen any way I can get it.

Things that are supposed to be OK to do and some are thought to be good for you if you do them on a regular basis, like sex, will often surprise you. One day you reach in there looking for the hose that put out so many fires, and you can't find it! That's not something you run to the doctor about until you're positive you are missing an important part of your anatomy. And when the Mrs. agrees it is gone missing, it is time to ask the doctor for an explanation. Studs Terkle's account of shooting the head off a dead man's penis comes to mind when I think about it. So, I try not to think about it.


Sunday, December 18, 2016

Abraham's Wood Carvings


I used to spend a lot of my spare time trying different ideas to see if I could do them. I saw a lady on the cover of National Geographic magazine who was carving primitive characters and thought I might be able to do that. I tried the primitive carvings and ended up with "The Hobos" and I still have them. We lived by the railroad tracks in Gordon, Ohio and hobos stopped at our house for a drink of cold water or a basin of water to wash off with. Mother always gave them water to drink and a basin of water and a cake of lye soap to wash with and she made sure they had a plate or bowl full of whatever we were eating that day so they would have something to eat. I have seen them sitting by the railroad with a puff of smoke giving them away. They would be heating up a pot of beans or something to eat. I assume they carried cans of beans with them as they didn't have much of a sack to carry things in. My oil painting depicts one such character reading a newspaper.

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Cleome


An old favorite Cleome.

One of my all time favorites is Cleome. I like the way it looks and I like the way it smells but it is also sticky like tobacco is when tobacco is being cut in the field; and I don't like that very much. It is also a prolific seeder and each stem produces hundreds of flowers and pea-pod-like pods filled with seeds. If you allow the pod to fill and grow old it will split open and drop the contents on the ground. Most of the seed will not survive birds and insects but they are tiny and fall into cracks and some will sprout the following year. 

Lost

Rain on the skylight. Pitter-patter. Not cold enough for snow or ice but nice to hear the rain. Read the story. I used to draw a lot. ...