P.O. Woes

     Some of you, my readers, may remember the tv show: Green Acres. It was a sit-com that aired from 1965 to 1971. On the show was a country store by name of Drucker's. It was a store that sold everything. The Hooterville post office was also located inside Drucker's Store. 

     Forward to 2018 . . well we have Carlson's Country Store. The store is 98 years old. It sells a little of everything. The Turtlepoint post office is located inside the store also. 

     Open 2 hours a day. It is a room that measures 16' x 7'. Somewhere between here and where ever, my mail has been lost from time to time. I also had some damaged . This is the only post office in a 10 mile and more radius. There is a very high employee turnover. Those who do get hired here do not stay here long. No one wants to work for 2 hours a day and 6 days a week. I do very little business here. In wintertime this is my only option as my driving anywhere is severely limited. 

     If I send you something in the mail and you don't receive it, then please send me an email or text and let me know.

Swap-bot: ESG: Favorite Quotes

This is my response for the Swap-bot project:  ESG: Favorite Quotes

Weekends: 

Photo of the infamous Brushwood Folklore Center  welcome sign. (campground and events center):

Children:

Love - funny:

Love - romantic:

Heartache:

Relaxation:

Music:

Eternity:

Perseverance:

School:

Swap-bot Group: ESG: Something that made me happy this month

     Writing and creating made me happy this month as well as the environment I do it in. My library in my home. This small room holds my telly, computer, stereos, and my crafting supplies. Tis a nice place to write, read, and meditate.

     Currently I am working on 3 projects. A couple Swap-bot projects and a personal narrative. The S-b stuff also involve making journals. This is a pleasure for me. I use my life experience in my trade to do it.  When I was able to work, the print shop customers chose the materials and inks to use. Now when I create it is a purely selfish endeavor. I get to choose. If people like it then wonderful! Otherwise I am happy.  

The Youngsville Star

     I grew up in a small town. We had a creek running behind the house. Across the creek and at the end of another street was a furniture factory. It had a name I can't remember now, but it gained a new owner before I was born and a new name: The Youngsville Star.

     My grandpa worked there. It was a busy place when I growing up. There is a railroad track in front of the property and I think a siding used to be there too.There was also a railroad track behind the factory. The white house had furniture that came from the place. It went out of business. I never learned the reason why.

     In the late 1970's it was started again and brought back to life as Northland Wood Products. I got a job there. I loved it. My bosses were great. I loved working with wood.

     We made a little bit of furniture, fireplace mantels, shelving, rustic picture frames, paneling, turkey calls, etc. etc. Whatever we made there was hot stamped with the company logo. I have good memories of that place.

     My happiness there was short lived. It went out of business. The building was bought and sold a couple times I think. Time went on. The aging building began to come apart. A decision was made to condemn it and tear it down. I was saddened to learn of it's impending destruction.

      One day Lois and I went back to my old hometown for shopping and sightseeing. We stopped at the factory so I could get some final pictures. I got out of the car and took a few last photos. I wanted to cry. I used to walk the railroad track past that place. Took a swim  up and down creek that ran past it. I was sad,

     I am going to try to find products that came from there. Even things when it was Northland Wood Products. I can't believe I got so emotional over this. Time moves on . . . . . .

Journals

    

     A Swap-bot project gave me more inspiration to write on this subject. 

     Journals ( aka Diaries ) for me is " talking to myself  " via pen and paper. A paper conversation unto myself. After my body dies, then the journal turns from a personal narrative to a piece of history. In journal writing, I know in the back of my mind that after I pass over the veil that someone will read my journal. So with this thought I chose not to write anything negative and had not done so for a long time. This quote: "Thoughts Become Things.... choose the good ones" from Mike Dooley came to mind. Thoughts do become things. So I avoided negativity and wrote only of good or neutral things.  But I am me, and like to keep things real. Goddess knows I have had a huge share of negativity in my life. A soul with a body and here, this side of the veil. Experiencing Karma good and bad so I will write of everything from now on.

“One glance at a book and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for 1,000 years. To read is to voyage through time.” ― Carl Sagan

     A current Swap-bot journal project is: April 2017 Journal Swap. From the coordinator hosting the swap, we are to get some kind of journal like a composition book or other journal. Nothing too small. We the participants are to fill it out over a month. I can do whatever I want in it, just make sure it is filled with stories, journal entries, collages, art, recipes, whatever I want. The goal should be to fill a page or a couple of pages every day.  Each entry should be something of substance.

This endeavor is a small pleasure for me as I am into writing and working with the trade of printing & publishing.

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  My choice was to use a composition book and to embellish it. I added labels within the copy, and pasted in front and back endpapers and flyleafs. I found an antique bookplate and put that in. I also made a label from an antique graphic, pasting it on the front cover to hide the pre-printed product label description. The final addition was that I signed my work on the inside back cover and dated it. 

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Addendum:         
     My history with journals go back 48 years to when I was the age of 10. That is when I was introduced to the trade of Printing & Publishing. I fell in love with the trade after going to see a print shop in my hometown. A few days after that visit I began to make small paper journals during classroom breaks at elementary school. I still have a journal I made during my first year of formal training in print shop operation. I was attending a vocational/technical school. That year was 1975.

Do you keep a journal ?

 

Swap-bot: A Day In My Life

Welcome: This is my Swap-bot project by name of:  
A Day In My Life

     Out of bed and still a little fuzzy in thought. It is nearly 10 am on a Sunday. I walk downstairs. 

     After getting cleaned up I walk over to the pantry. It is a small room in the back of the house that has many shelves for groceries, canned food and canning supplies. There is also a small upright freezer.

     The mouse police and my friend Midnight vaults herself to the top of a toolbox to say Good Morning (and to ask for food).

     After filling her dish, I advance to the kitchen. Feeling a need for energy, the coffee is the first of a brunch to be started. 

     
     I made toast. 4 slices from a loaf of delicious white bread made by Trappist monks with real butter applied. The small loaf tastes just like home made bread. A banana and a clementine orange rounds out a light brunch.

     I walk upstairs. It now is an early afternoon. After 1 pm, but this day holds no tight requirement for time management.

     Today is a day of advancing cold. The temperature slowly falls. I am sitting at my computer. My pen and pad is at the ready for note taking.

     I read alot. And from various sources. Books, magazines, newspapers, and content from the internet. The television in the room no longer holds my interest. I turn it off and turn on the radio tuning in WBFO FM from Buffalo, New York. 

    National Public Radio is on the air. The program is about cooking and herbs. I listen while pouring over my research. I am working on a specialized style of a roleplay project. This style of roleplay involves putting pen to paper and writing a letter to a friend. We will be using the genres of Steampunk and the Paranormal. 

     Time slips by. I look at my pocket watch. 5 pm. Evening is on the approach.

     I arise from my chair and descend the stairs. Tis time to make supper. 

     I go to the pantry and open the freezer. Found a bag of frozen veggies. I then turn to a shelf and grab some soup mix. Next stop: the kitchen. 

     Grabbing a large pot, I boil water. Then put in is a cheddar broccoli soup mix, the frozen veggies, a little extra cheese, and in 20 minutes we have a hearty meal. 

     After supper and cleaning up, I return upstairs. Time again to do my research. 

     Tis just after 7 pm. On the internet I go to my favorite social site to talk with friends at Imvu. A few of us go to a room made for the fans and participants of Steampunk. Some of us engage in roleplay. Some of us do not. 

     In the flesh and blood world, I arise from my chair and retrieve a bottle of Red Cat wine from the shelf. 

      I return to the internet. Reaching for my pad and pen I scribble a few notes for a later look see. New found websites. New explorations.

     The evening rolls on. Good friends, good wine, and soon it is 2 am. My body calls for rest and I don't want to, but soon I give in. So I bid thee Good night and Sweet dreams.

> Scrybe

The photos I took for this project came from my Tracfone cell phone. Not the best of quality but my usb computer cam has a short wire limiting its use. 

Silverwheels

     

Did you ever own a car that you loved alot ? One that made you want to get another one just like it after it can't be used anymore ?

     There is a song by my favorite band Heart titled Silverwheels. I like the song and also the name as it is. But this blog entry is a boast about my 2004 Chevy Impala LS. 

     My wife and I have come to own 2 Chevy Impala at the same time. To know the difference between the two while talking about the cars, I named both of them. 

     The name for the 2004 is "Silverwheels". As you can see in the photos, it is painted silver. The other one is a 2012 Chevy Impala. It has been named simply "the 12". 

     Silverwheels came about as a need for a second car to replace the minivan. When we bought it in 2015 there was just over 75 thousand miles and treated very well.

     Tis a nice ride. It is comfortable. It has a great engine. It has a cool stereo. I also have found (in a thrift shop somewhere) a personalization instructional cd for the car. On it 2 different narrators tell you about the features of the car.

     It was made in Canada. It has rust issues underneath. When it can no longer be used, I want to buy another. That is how much I like the car.

Do you have / had a favorite car ?