Well, the inertia is on the way out. I am actually accomplishing some things each day. Not many but few and believe it all in the AM hours as heat and I do not agree. It is 94 at the moment, and the dogs are sleeping. Thank god for a/c as I do not think I could survive without it though I must have as a child. I can remember loving movies good or bad because they were air conditioned and while shopping was not a favorite, the stores with a/c were a delight. Are any of you old enough to recall those days however dimly?
I can recall other things that I am really too young to recall because my Mom and Dad were open to new things. I can recall visiting friends in western Nebraska before they had electricity. We moved to a farm in Missouri before my teen years ,and it had no running water the first few months. So my hair was washed under a pump, and we visited an outhouse for real. Mom got that taken care of as soon as the ground thawed. The phone was another matter. It was a wall hung crank type with a seven party line.You could hear them breathing as they listened on on your calls, but Mom would not let us return the action. Still a memory is Dad calling about a good price for peaches, and he had to deliver about ten lugs besides our on the way home.
Also another memory of that time was church. The closest Missouri Synod Lutheran was some 35 miles away from the farm. So went to a small wooden chapel in a field not more than two miles. We had a pastor every other week-- titled brother who preached Bible in hand. The men came in overalls and women might have a hat and a dress that was not quite a house dress but not high style either. It did not matter. The hymns shook the clapboards and on non pastor Sundays the attendance was the same as the days he was present. If someone needed help, it was there without asking. Looking back it was there I learned faith and just as important charity as a part of community life. Both tenets have stuck with me. Rich or poor everyone was equal in that place, and I just wish it was true of life now.
Just now I let Winston out and the wind is on a tear. The trees are shuffling their leaves and you can hear a shush shush shush as you stand on the deck.I like to be outside in the early hours and can recall sitting on the porch on the farm reading and sitting on the steel glider at Gram's under the big oak doing the same thing. I have never been able to take heat and even less now that I am older.
I began this saying my inertia is going away and it is slowly. Tomorrow I will begin to sort out the closet and bureaus, I am determined to rid myself of anything I have not worn in the last year. yet, I know in advance I may not get it done as they are always a few retained because maybe I might wear it or there is a memory attached to it. does this happen to you?
Memories are triggered by many things. Aromas send me down memory lane. Cigar smoke and Old Spice after shave bring Dad to me.His largeness was such a security to me even though he was a salesman and on the road more days in the week than he was home. A big man over six foot with a 17" neck he was really one of the gentlest men I have ever know even when he was angry. Mom comes along when I smell certain foods--sugar cookies, potato salad, German chocolate cake. to name a few. Barely 5' she was one of the most independent women I have ever know and I knew many.the women of the WW 2 seemed to have a Rosie the riveter morale .At least Mom and all my aunts on both sides lived life on their own terms, but those are stories for another day.
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