Sunday, March 22, 2015

Spring Break

I looked at the calendar the other day and realized that if Aunt Mar were still alive she would now be a centenarian as yesterday was her birthday. I sure do miss her.

GETTING AWAY. I think I mentioned last time that we were just beginning our spring break. We decided to get away for most of the week and had a marvelous time. Last May when I enjoyed a brief visit with my cousin, Penny, in Wichita, she mentioned that she and her husband, Don, had a lake house and was kind enough to offer the use of it to us. We decided to take them up on their offer for spring break.

Don and Penny’s lake house is located on Kentucky Lake. It is a beautiful house with it’s own private dock (only serious anglers have their boats out this time of year since the water is still cold). It had more than enough room for us and proved to be the perfect place for us to get away. It’s also not very far so it was a nice drive while not long enough to take up a whole day traveling. We left last Sunday after church and eating lunch lunch with Mom and returned Thursday. We enjoyed perfect weather early in the week, though sometime Wednesday we heard a light tapping at the window and looked out to see it was sleeting outside.

We were the laziest bunch of vacationers I think I’ve ever seen. Everyone’s biggest desire was to sleep in so we didn’t get moving until the morning had worn away any of the days we were there. We also enjoyed just hanging out together there at the house. We played several games together (my family can get serious when it comes to playing Spoons). We had also bought a copy of Big Hero 6 and enjoyed watching that together.

This is not to say that we never got out. We sampled several restaurants in the area: Los Portales Mexican Restaurant in Benton, Kentucky; Parcell’s Deli and Grill and Majestic Steakhouse, both in Daffenville, Kentucky; and Patti’s 1880s Settlement in Grand Rivers, Kentucky.

On Monday the kids unanimously decided we should go bowling so we headed to Paducah to knock down a few pins. We actually did pretty well for a bunch of people who never bowl. From there we went to the riverfront in Paducah where we took in all the interesting murals painted on the flood wall there. We did a little hiking near the Land Between the Lakes visitor center on Tuesday. We stayed in most of the day Wednesday since it was cooler and messy. This allowed Vicki and Jenna to get some things accomplished for work and school.

Our trip, low key as it was, was exactly the sort of get away that we needed. Now I think I can push forward for the last nine weeks of school and the summer schedule to follow.

FIRST FENDER BENDER. Ben has had his first fender bender. Penny had told me that we were welcome to use their golf cart while at the lake house. In the course of doing so Ben backed into our van. The golf cart doesn’t appear to have suffered any damage, but the front, passenger side door on the van is another matter. He put a pretty serious dent there. I dread getting estimates.

I was actually down at the dock when it happened. I heard the thud from back up toward the house and my heart sank. Then I saw Ben running with hesitation down the hill to me. You know the kind of running I’m talking about--where Ben runs a few steps, walks a few steps, then runs a bit more.

Hard as the news was to swallow I was glad only the van was damaged. I told Vicki that if we make it through all three kids driving with this being the worst accident we have we’ve done well. Time will tell on that one.

The comedy in all of this was Nate. Nate was the passenger in the golf cart when Ben hit the van. In spite of that being his only involvement he was so torn up he was running in circles around the van saying, “What am I going to do?!” over and over again. Ben told me that’s what Nate was doing when he came to me at the dock and I asked if Nate were okay, and he was still doing that when I got back up the hill. Had it been me with the brother I never had I would have been laughing at his misfortune and saying, “Boy, are you going to get it now!”

OTHER DRIVING ADVENTURES. You might think that we wouldn’t want Ben behind the wheel again for a while, but when the opportunity arose Vicki suggested putting him back in the driver’s seat. Land Between the Lakes has an Elk and Bison Prairie. It’s essentially a large pasture where they raise a heard of elk and bison. There is a paved loop where you can drive through and see the animals as they graze. This being off the public road and since there was only one other car in the pasture with us we actually let both boys drive.

Ben is really a good driver and did well (though he did nail that big pile of manure that was in the middle of the road). Nate didn’t do so bad either, though he did get carried away with all the power window buttons that were at his control. Nate was driving when we got to the end of the loop and rejoined a short section of two lane road before leaving the area. When we told him to get on his side of the road he got real serious and said, “Am I in the real world now?”

A STORY FROM THE PAST. Years ago I interviewed several people on VHS tape. I was inspired to do this after reading an article about interviewing your relatives in Reader’s Digest. Last fall I decided to digitize those tapes while I still could. The first people I interviewed were David Lee and Betty Jo Thompson. This actually lead to my making a documentary based on the oral history of my family and giving it to my family years ago.

Since I now have these interviews as digital files I decided to start with David and Betty Jo’s interview and transcribe it. This was a great thing for me to do while at the lake because I am the early bird in the family and had all the mornings to myself. At any rate, here’s a story that David tells on the tape. What David is describing here is a sky lantern, though we didn’t know the name of it when the interview was recorded in 1989. David’s guess at being ten years old places this story around 1940.
Joe Caner would always shoot the fireworks. And in this particular group of fireworks he got it was some kind of balloon -- he was always wanting to fly something, if he didn't fly his-self he would get something to fly -- and it was a big ... it was made out of paper and it had different colors. And I never will forget it had a wick on it made of some type of shavings with paraffin on it.

And he lit that thing. And, of course, we had to hold it -- and I couldn't have been very old, I guess I was maybe ten years old -- and as he held it, you know, and that night the wind wasn't blowing and it was cold. And, of course, as the wick started burning it filled the balloon, the paper, with hot air. And, of course, sure enough, that thing started going up. And it went up, went up, went way up, pretty high.

Well then, the wind started coming out of the east, going west, and started blowing. Well, he said, "Come on. Get in the car. Let's follow it." Of course, I was right on his heels, you know. We jumped in the car. Started following the thing. And, man, it was way up high in the sky and it was the weirdest looking thing you ever seen. And so we got out at Mr. Len Work's, and Mrs. Scrap's. And Bro. [Bruce] Ousley and Mrs. Charlotte was standing there and they were looking at it.

And Joe Caner said, "Now, don't tell 'em what it is, now. Don't tell 'em what it is."

And we pulled up, you know, and said, "What is that thing?"

And everybody was looking at it, of course back then you didn't even see an airplane hardly flying.

And I don't know what Bro. Ousley called it. It was something or other, it was something out of space. And Joe Caner just sat there giggling, you know, to his-self, and never did let on that he had sent the thing up, you know. And, of course, you could see it up in the sky and it was the weirdest looking thing you ever seen in your life. Different colors and that blaze a burning under it and that big old wick. But we watched the thing and it went on toward Springfield.
As I recall this was one of the stories I used in the documentary. It has always been a favorite of mine.

Joe

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Happy π Day!

Today is π day and it is observed in math classes all around the world. This is because the short form of today’s date is 3/14. This occasion is best observed by eating a slice of your favorite pie. The very best time to do this is at 1:59. Of course, this is because the value of π to the fifth decimal is 3.14159. So, happy π day!

MUDFEST 2015. Last Sunday afternoon I decided to go for a walk. It was warm so I wanted to get out and enjoy the day. I wore shorts and a tee shirt. As I was walking I chuckled at the fact that only 72 hours earlier we had all bundled up and headed to Kilgore Park to do some sledding and build snowmen. Now there are only potholes in the road and a few shrinking piles of snow in the corners of parking lots left as reminders of the winter season.

Sunday was a beautiful day, but rain moved in and camped out over Middle Tennessee the rest of the week. Our ground was already saturated before so all this additional water has had nowhere to go. Our yard is one muddy mess. Aunt Mar’s word “loblolly” comes to mind every time I go outside. It is a constant battle to keep the floor in our back hall clean right now.

SPRING IS IN THE AIR. With the weather warming up, and our spring break having begun when school dismissed yesterday, we know that spring is here. We gave in and packed away the snowman dishes last weekend. I also know that when we return to school after our break it won’t be long before the end of the school year is here. This is proving to be a demanding semester for Jenna so I think she is looking forward to getting everything behind her, but she keeps dropping comments about “this time next year.” Could it be that “Senioritus” is starting to set in? I think finding her prom dress has helped this along.

BASKETBALL IS OVER. Nate’s team finished their season undefeated last Saturday. I missed the game due to a funeral. However, I more than made up for that today. For the first time our Upward league decided to put on a tournament for all their middle school division teams. Nate and his team played three games today, continuing their winning streak and earning the championship. Their semifinal game was the real nail biter. Neither team had a clear lead the whole time and we wound up winning by one point right at the end.

Nate says he plans to try out for the middle school team next year. If he makes the team then this has been our last season with Upward. Bethel Baptist Church has been hosting Upward Basketball for 15 years now. We’ve had at least one kid playing with them for the last 10 seasons and have really enjoyed it.

Joe

Thursday, March 5, 2015

The Snow of 2015, Round 2!

Tuesday our thermometer here at our house recorded a high of 61°. Today the temperature in the teens and we have snow on the ground. We didn’t quite get the 4-6 inches that was predicted here at our house, but it was enough to cancel school today and tomorrow and turn the landscape white. Jenna is thoroughly enjoying this because she only saw the aftermath of the last snow.

Don’t like this weather? Just stick around. We’re supposed to warm back up to the 50s by Sunday!

JA BIZTOWN. The 6th grade had the coolest field trip on Tuesday. They went to JA BizTown. I think the best way to describe JA BizTown is to lift the description straight off their website (http://www.janash.com/ja-biztown/).
JA BizTown is a community unlike any other; one where kids take charge by running businesses, earning paychecks, voting in elections and donating to philanthropy. This unique program designed for 4th-6th grades, engages students in the roles of workers and consumers in a series of classroom lessons that culminates in a visit to our fully-interactive simulated town. Students learn entrepreneurial and personal finance skills while they work and shop in their own vibrant community. Through this experiential learning process, students develop a strong understanding of the relationship between what they learn in school and their successful participation in our global economy.
Nate got to participate in JA BizTown as the CEO of Nova Copies. Vicki had signed up the chaperone the trip and it just so happened that she was assigned to help out at Nova Copies as well. Nate had to speak to the town council as well as run his business. Not everything went as planned. At the end of the day he got to the bank with his last deposit of the day just after the bank closed. In spite of this he had a great time and came home saying it was a lot of fun.

RACING TIME. It’s racing time again here in Robertson County and I’ve been busy. On Saturday we took the church’s track to White House so the Cub Scout pack there could run their Pinewood Derby. We set the track up at church and hosted the Cross Plains pack’s Derby Monday evening. We were to run the race for the kids at church last night but canceled all activities with the ice and sleet moving in. We get to do that next week. This coming Saturday we will be set up in Springfield for the Associational RA race if weather permits. What’s odd for me this time is that this is the first year neither Ben nor Nate has a car in any of our races.

Jeff Garst and I have been doing this for a number of years now. Jeff got into this with a three lane track before I joined him. We built a four lane track back in 2010 and were able to equip it with an electronic timer and software to track each car’s time. The software is accurate to one millisecond and we’ve even had placing within a competition be as close as that tiny slice of time. This is a lot better than trying to decide a winner in a tight race by placing a Styrofoam cup on the track to see which way the cup flies when the cars cross the finish line.

And just when I think I’ve seen everything something new happens. One of the cars that ran Saturday was so tail heavy it did a wheelie all the way down the track, even derailing the cars in the neighboring lanes. It was entered by one of the Scout leaders and ran in the open division race. We jokingly dubbed her car “The Destroyer.” It ran better in reverse than forward.

BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION. I never got the chance to meet Aunt Scrap, but I sure heard a lot about her as I was growing up. Her given name was John Arianna Hancock. She was Aunt Mar’s aunt. Her husband, Lyn Work, was a business partner with Aunt Mar’s father in the country store located between their two homes.

Aunt Scrap’s birthday was yesterday. If she were still alive she would be 140 years old. I bring this up because someone gave me a newspaper clipping from the March 23, 1955, edition of the Springfield Herald. This clipping from the Women’s Page features the following article titled “Mrs. Work Honored at Surprise Party.”
On Friday night, March 4, at 7:30 o’clock at her home on the Cross Plains highway, Mrs. Scrap Hancock Work was honored with a surprise birthday party. Mrs. Work was observing her 80th birthday.

The table was centered with a large birthday cake topped by eight lighted candles and encircled by jonquils.

Mrs. Work was seated at a table where the [daintily] wrapped gifts and greeting cards were assembled.

Ice cream and cake were served later in the evening.

The honoree was attired in a dress which was made fifty years ago. She bought the material in Mayfield, Kentucky, in 1904 before she and her late husband, Len Work, were married.

The dress remaining in good style was originally trimmed in white at the neck, but in past years she replaced the trimming with tatting which her mother, Mrs. John Hancock, had made thirty five years ago.

Those attending the party were Mrs. Lula Hancock, Mrs. Linda Denning Cotter, and Mr. and Mrs. George Swann of Springfield; Mrs. Lester Cook and Mrs. Nola Simmons of the Mt. Carmel community.
Now I’m not one to normally give the society column too much of my time, but this I found interesting. Aside from the glimpse of what some of my family were doing back in 1955 what really caught my attention here was the fifty year old dress that had remained “in good style” with only a slight modification. My, how things have changed!

TEN DIGIT DIALING. Speaking of change, ten digit dialing has arrived in Robertson County. When I was little Tennessee only had two area codes. Middle and East Tennessee were all 615 while West Tennessee had 901. Over the years four more area codes have been added, each one splitting off territory from the original two and the 615 area code has shrunk to Nashville and the surrounding counties. As of now Tennessee has a new area code, 629, and for the first time here this one was overlaid with 615. This hasn’t changed our phone numbers, but it forces the ten digit dialing. And whenever we get cell phones for the boys they could get the new area code.

I know many areas of the country already have ten digit dialing, but this is a first for us. It’s also frustrating because I’m not used to having to dial in the area code for local calls, even on my cell phone when in my home area.

Times are changing. It used to be that I knew where you lived in Robertson County based on your exchange (the first three digits of the seven digit phone number). Now as people are dropping their land lines this is not the case.

Phone calls have changes a lot from when Mom was a girl. At that time she were to call her grandparents she says that you rang the operator Andy Griffith Show style and asked for 82J, and she thinks that the phone number for Dad’s parents was 3902. These phone lines were party lines, one line shared by several homes with each customer having a distinctive ring pattern (imagine the eavesdropping!). For Mom the telephone was such a marvel that she recalls being very excited to see one.

Funny how comic strip character Dick Tracey’s wristwatch with two-way radio (which made it’s first appearance in 1946) doesn’t seem all that far fetched nowadays.

REFLECTION ON AUNT SCRAP. Having just reread this edition of the Swann Family News I wonder what Aunt Scrap would have said if I one of us could have traveled through time to visit the other for her 80th birthday. Just try to imagine understanding half the stuff I have written about just now from her life’s perspective. How would you explain the iPhone with it’s access to the Internet that fits in my pocket? What would she think about watching a Pinewood Derby with race results to split-second accuracy projected on the wall immediately after each heat? Could she even imagine taking a busload of kids on a field trip to the south side of Nashville and having them back to school in time for dismissal?

More importantly, would the One in whose presence Aunt Scrap now stands be pleased with the way we live our lives today?

Joe