Saturday, March 9, 2013

Woodman, Woodman, Spare that Tree!

And More...

Dad respected nature and loved new gadgets.

As his belongings were brought out in the open, out from the basement trunks and cigar boxes, I felt, as I often do, his very strong spirit.

He saved cartoons from the early 1900's. He cut them out neatly, flattened them and kept many in small stacks.  In the middle of one of these stacks of cartoons was a small folded paper from a magazine. I removed my blue protective "basement cleaning gloves" and carefully unfolded the paper.

On one side was a small part of an ad from Dillingham Manufacturing Co. Established in 1857, Sheboygan, Wisconsin.  Words "Sturdy, safe, convenient" were printed under a child's pencil scribbling.  On the other side was a poem, that Dad, no doubt enjoyed enough to keep in his neat little stack of cartoons. The Mag must have been Life, because the name "Life" was printed where the author's name is usually printed. So the author was probably one of Life Magazine's editors, not sure. In any case he or she would be delighted with our present digital world and delighted to know that there are so many people concerned about cutting down trees down today.

Here is the poem that was so neatly folded in with Dad's collection:

"Most Magazines are Made of Wood"

See the forest on these hills,
Destined for the paper-mills,
Pause amid these woodland scenes --
Here are future magazines.
There a sturdy giant falls:
That will be the new McCall's.
...
See that pine against the sky?
That is Harper's for July,
See that hemlock in the canyon?
That's the Women's Home Companion.
-- There's a fellow cutting spruce:
Let us ask him, for whose use.
What! It's for the Mercury?
Woodman, woodman, spare that tree!
                                          --- Life



Monday, January 21, 2013

Inauguration Day


Today I enjoyed the Washington DC festivities almost as much as if I was there!  And I WAS there once!  And oh how I loved hearing my mom laugh as she would tell others about my Inauguration experience.

Many years ago in between living in Asia and Brazil, I was home in the USA helping my dad and mom.  1969 was the busiest year my dad ever had.  When the inauguration day arrived that "excitement inner clock" of mine went off at 4:00, 4:00 AM.

Mom and Dad were sleeping and although I wanted to wake them and ask them if they wanted to drive to Washington DC, I knew they were exhausted and opted to write them a note that went something like this: "Mom and Dad, I happened to wake up very early and have decided to drive to DC to join in on the historical inauguration event.  I will phone you later."

I arrived in DC and found a great parking space close to where the parade was forming. Soon after I exited my car, dressed neatly in one of my spiffy hand tailored Hong Kong suits I walked by a few of the floats that were ready to roll. The driver of the Florida float chatted with me and explained that the girl that was to ride with him could not make it.  

Yup, you guessed what he asked me next..."Would you like to ride in the parade?"

Naturally I answered YES!  And soon found myself waving to thousands.

It is such a fun world...and THAT was SUCH a fun day!