Leaning on a Truck (another essay dredged up)
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I don't like the truck as much as I'd like to like it, and I'll probably
change that at some point.
But the other art on that page is stuff I did myself yesterday from REAL
blocks and REAL puzzle pieces, so I'm kinda jazzed now about the potential
for scanning and html in combination!
The new article is
http://sandradodd.com/truck
and one I've added a new background to (VERY exciting for me, as it's a scan
of the cloth of the actual shirt about which the article is written) is at
http://sandradodd.com/HippieShirt
I like the articles too, but the scanner stuff!!!! I'm so happy.
Sandra
change that at some point.
But the other art on that page is stuff I did myself yesterday from REAL
blocks and REAL puzzle pieces, so I'm kinda jazzed now about the potential
for scanning and html in combination!
The new article is
http://sandradodd.com/truck
and one I've added a new background to (VERY exciting for me, as it's a scan
of the cloth of the actual shirt about which the article is written) is at
http://sandradodd.com/HippieShirt
I like the articles too, but the scanner stuff!!!! I'm so happy.
Sandra
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I like this Sandra, I like the truck.
My husband leans on his truck and talks to our neighbor Harry. Harry's a
chaplain at the Montana State Prison and needs a normal guy to talk with
sometimes, about normal guy stuff. They talk about why '64 chevy's are
great fishing trucks and why John Deere makes great tractors and how
Harry can mow the lawn in fifteen minutes.
Three years ago when we moved into this house I told my friend from
Oregon I now had lots of cupboard space and closet space and a place to
put everything away. She only comes once a year or so, and she doesn't
have kids but she said - you're not clearing all the cool stuff off your
table are you? I told her I might even have room enough for two tables.
When I was little my mom kept a tin of buttons on our table. She had
lots of kids and so I'm sure she needed the buttons handy, but so many
times I remember ladies at our table talking with my mom and sorting
around in the buttons.
I just loved your essay. It swirled up a lot of memories for me.
Deb L
My husband leans on his truck and talks to our neighbor Harry. Harry's a
chaplain at the Montana State Prison and needs a normal guy to talk with
sometimes, about normal guy stuff. They talk about why '64 chevy's are
great fishing trucks and why John Deere makes great tractors and how
Harry can mow the lawn in fifteen minutes.
Three years ago when we moved into this house I told my friend from
Oregon I now had lots of cupboard space and closet space and a place to
put everything away. She only comes once a year or so, and she doesn't
have kids but she said - you're not clearing all the cool stuff off your
table are you? I told her I might even have room enough for two tables.
When I was little my mom kept a tin of buttons on our table. She had
lots of kids and so I'm sure she needed the buttons handy, but so many
times I remember ladies at our table talking with my mom and sorting
around in the buttons.
I just loved your essay. It swirled up a lot of memories for me.
Deb L
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>I'm slobbering over your scanner. I just got a picture of my cute and
>I like the articles too, but the scanner stuff!!!! I'm so happy.
happy son, from when he still had his long hair in May, and we were out
exploring, and I'd love to send it out to everyone I know, but no
scanner. Ppthtttttttttttttttt.
I like the articles too.
Deb L
joanna514
> I just got a picture of my cute andout
> happy son, from when he still had his long hair in May, and we were
> exploring, and I'd love to send it out to everyone I know, but noMy ds Jack (5) has long hair.
> scanner. Ppthtttttttttttttttt.
>
> I like the articles too.
>
> Deb L
It was something I agreed too because I thought as soon as he started
getting called a girl he would quickly have cut.
WRONG!
He just assertively states his boyness.
No problem.
It took me a long time to get comfortable with it. I feel other
peoples confusion or discomfort when they mistake him.
I offered him a hair cut on a weekly basis for quite while. I'm just
now getting to the point that I am really comfortable with it, and
actually like it!
I had a friend of mine's husband tease about taking him to get a hair
cut the other day. I just jokingly replied "goodluck!". He went on
to question me about just who was it that wanted his hair long and
when I said it was completely him, with maybe a little help from his
dad who also has long hair, he was totally baffled. He actually
said, "he's 5! No kid at 5 years old should have any say about
anything in their life. The parents should decide what they wear,
what they eat, and definitely how they wear their hair." All I could
say was "I wholeheartedly disagree."
He got even more baffled and asked if when he is 14 would i let him
smoke because "that's what he wants to do"? (said in a mocking tone)
At that point I realized I was arguing with a moron and pretty much
just said "you're
talking health issues against basic appearance choices"
It went a little further and I just basically laughed at his
assertions and made counter points that he had no reply to. I now am
TOTALLY for my son and his individualness. I realized the people I
was worried about offending(or whatever it was I was hungup about)
were people like him!
If he ever does decide to go short again Iwill so much miss the kid
who is so cool as to go against the norm. I will look at pictures
and long for the time that I was such a cool mom as to "let" him be
who he wants to be. It is really a statement of freedom to me.
Freedom for children.
Anyway....this is just another one of my break free from the masses
moment.
I feel like I'm such a normal, go with the flow type person, then I
look at my choices I make(which all seem completely reasonable to me)
and realize I'm a total freak to almost everyone I know.
Thankyou all for being here!
Joanna
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Deb, I've saved your response in "new mail" for days now. The button box on
the table sounds just like "it" (whatever "it" is <g>).
My granny had a button box, in a fruit-cake tin. The kind with Texas
pictures on it--a star, a cowboy, the Alamo. I still see those tins
sometimes. Even when I was older and went to her house I would ask to play
with those. Partly she didn't have much to do. Partly it was fun to see
which ones I remembered, and to look at them with more experience. At first,
when I was little, I could only tell the big ones from the little ones, and
sort by color or number of holes. And there used to be the BIG coat buttons
from the 1930s and 40's. As I got older, they got older and more "antique."
And as I got older I could tell that some of those buttons were older than my
grandmother. Nothing special in there, just the collection of her life, and
she hardly ever sewed anything but quilts, and she crocheted. Most of the
dresses and aprons she made just tied.
I wish I had ever thought to put the out and talk about them, but they were
private with me, and she would have told me to get them off the table,
probably, anyway. <g>
They talked over quilting, she and the older female relatives. My papaw
didn't have a truck. But the men talked walking slowly down to fish, and
while fishing, and while walking slowly back.
But I wanted to ask, Deb, whether you'd be willing to let me use what you
wrote. I've been thinking of having comments pages for some of my SCA
writings, and what you wrote made me think it might be a fun idea for the
homeschooling essays too, so that people could choose to read comments on
those or not.
Here's what you wrote in case it's not handy for you. I would put it on a
separate page with a link to that only from that one essay, if it's okay with
you.
I like this Sandra, I like the truck.
My husband leans on his truck and talks to our neighbor Harry. Harry's a
chaplain at the Montana State Prison and needs a normal guy to talk with
sometimes, about normal guy stuff. They talk about why '64 chevy's are
great fishing trucks and why John Deere makes great tractors and how
Harry can mow the lawn in fifteen minutes.
Three years ago when we moved into this house I told my friend from
Oregon I now had lots of cupboard space and closet space and a place to
put everything away. She only comes once a year or so, and she doesn't
have kids but she said - you're not clearing all the cool stuff off your
table are you? I told her I might even have room enough for two tables.
When I was little my mom kept a tin of buttons on our table. She had
lots of kids and so I'm sure she needed the buttons handy, but so many
times I remember ladies at our table talking with my mom and sorting
around in the buttons.
I just loved your essay. It swirled up a lot of memories for me.
Deb L
[I could make it more anonymous or less so.]
Sandra
the table sounds just like "it" (whatever "it" is <g>).
My granny had a button box, in a fruit-cake tin. The kind with Texas
pictures on it--a star, a cowboy, the Alamo. I still see those tins
sometimes. Even when I was older and went to her house I would ask to play
with those. Partly she didn't have much to do. Partly it was fun to see
which ones I remembered, and to look at them with more experience. At first,
when I was little, I could only tell the big ones from the little ones, and
sort by color or number of holes. And there used to be the BIG coat buttons
from the 1930s and 40's. As I got older, they got older and more "antique."
And as I got older I could tell that some of those buttons were older than my
grandmother. Nothing special in there, just the collection of her life, and
she hardly ever sewed anything but quilts, and she crocheted. Most of the
dresses and aprons she made just tied.
I wish I had ever thought to put the out and talk about them, but they were
private with me, and she would have told me to get them off the table,
probably, anyway. <g>
They talked over quilting, she and the older female relatives. My papaw
didn't have a truck. But the men talked walking slowly down to fish, and
while fishing, and while walking slowly back.
But I wanted to ask, Deb, whether you'd be willing to let me use what you
wrote. I've been thinking of having comments pages for some of my SCA
writings, and what you wrote made me think it might be a fun idea for the
homeschooling essays too, so that people could choose to read comments on
those or not.
Here's what you wrote in case it's not handy for you. I would put it on a
separate page with a link to that only from that one essay, if it's okay with
you.
I like this Sandra, I like the truck.
My husband leans on his truck and talks to our neighbor Harry. Harry's a
chaplain at the Montana State Prison and needs a normal guy to talk with
sometimes, about normal guy stuff. They talk about why '64 chevy's are
great fishing trucks and why John Deere makes great tractors and how
Harry can mow the lawn in fifteen minutes.
Three years ago when we moved into this house I told my friend from
Oregon I now had lots of cupboard space and closet space and a place to
put everything away. She only comes once a year or so, and she doesn't
have kids but she said - you're not clearing all the cool stuff off your
table are you? I told her I might even have room enough for two tables.
When I was little my mom kept a tin of buttons on our table. She had
lots of kids and so I'm sure she needed the buttons handy, but so many
times I remember ladies at our table talking with my mom and sorting
around in the buttons.
I just loved your essay. It swirled up a lot of memories for me.
Deb L
[I could make it more anonymous or less so.]
Sandra
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> But I wanted to ask, Deb, whether you'd be willing to let me useSure you can use it, in whatever way you think would best serve your
> what you
> wrote.
purpose.
I went hunting for my mom's button box. She still had it, on top of a
high dresser, in the same old tin I remember and we pulled it out, and
with my old auntie there, Dylan and mom and I sat and looked at buttons.
You can't know how many things came up and how many memories stirred out
of my 85 year old auntie and how really wonderful it was to sit with all
those buttons.
People do nice things for me all the time, but when you dredged up that
particular memory you really gave something back I'd forgotten I had.
Thanks Sandra.
Deb L
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In a message dated 7/10/02 10:41:42 AM Central Daylight Time,
SandraDodd@... writes:
My mother never did figure out who was sending them. Unlike anyone else I
know, she actually loves fruitcake and ate the whole thing, every year. : P
Athena
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SandraDodd@... writes:
> My granny had a button box, in a fruit-cake tin. The kind with TexasWe used to get one of those Alamo fruit cakes in the mail every single year!
> pictures on it--a star, a cowboy, the Alamo.
My mother never did figure out who was sending them. Unlike anyone else I
know, she actually loves fruitcake and ate the whole thing, every year. : P
Athena
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