It has been awhile since I’ve updated this newsletter. But with the new year I have promised my wife, Francia, that I will be more organized and write much more in the future. I hope that you will enjoy these diversions.
Years ago, many in fact, I used to write these newsletters from the gallery quite often. Back in the late 1980’s I would sit down and compose the notes without the aid of the internet or other digital resources. Research for topics contained in the letters was done at the local library and images were added by way of black and white clip art purchased by providers on CD’s – which were ordered and sent through the mail. I would compose the 4 page letter and then deliver it to the printer – once printed we would affix a mailing label and sort into mailing trays. Finally I would drive the bundles to the post office to be mailed. Sometimes producing 10 issues a year – it was a lot of work.
Times have certainly changed. Perhaps it’s for the better – or maybe for worse, I suppose it all depends on your perspective. Now with the advent of Artificial Intelligence and programs like Chat GPT I might not have to put much effort to compose these notes in the future. I will say that this newsletter – with all it’s flaws with syntax and punctuation errors is all mine. I will admit that spell-check should keep the misspellings to a minimum.
I have kept in file most of the newsletters we have published over the years and we will revisit some of the topics that I wrote about so many years ago. Francia selected this one for April 2023 – It is a reprise of the Spring 2005 Newsletter.
This Place Called Earth
Another year has past. This time the ending of our annual cycle with a mild but unpredictable winter. The weather history of this place I know very well, as I write this newsletter from the very spot that I lived as a little boy– and the place that I have worked at for more than 50 years. Since 1958 I have lived or worked at this intersection of Green River and Bellmeade. My family moved here and added a small storefront to the traditional farmhouse that was originally built here in 1922.
Houses like ours sat one next to each other on the 2 lane asphalt ribbon called New Green River Road– the far east side at the time. I can still recall the names of our neighbors who lived in all the farm houses that lined the street. I remember the times before – the turkey farm two doors down, the spot my favorite cherry tree stood that I loved to climb. That is the positive side of staying put – the investment of memories as to the history of the place one lives.
Now my wife Francia – she is quite the contrast. Born on the other side of the world, she spent her childhood on a tropical island in the Pacific Ocean. Fresh from college, she lived and worked in Bahrain, an island nation in the Persian Gulf. A few years later she was living in Germany where she learned to speak the native language in Berlin. After several years she was off to Myanmar – the exotic country that was formally known as Burma that lies to the south of Tibet. And that is the positive side of crossing the globe – she has her investments in the memories of living and working in so many places around the world
Sometimes I am envious of her memories as she shares them with me – so many beautiful and exotic places, living and working among the native peoples and cultures – something a tourist would never experience. Such a wide spectrum of sights and personalities.But then too – she is envious of me – to really know the dirt under your feet. To still stand on the spot that you waited for your very first school bus ride. The landscape has all changed over the years of course, but I know that our parking lot was once a lawn that I mowed each week every summer since John F Kennedy was president. I know the lay of the land, where the honeysuckle was planted – where the doghouse stood.The conclusion to all this is a simple one – everyone has treasures that are kept as memories of life. Each of us possesses the investments we have made to our history. Whether we grow and collect these memories in the place we were planted, or cross the globe seeking fortune or adventure – it is all a treasure.It is not so much what lies beneath our feet – but what lies within our heart. Life is both good and bad – but ultimately the sum of our investments is up to us. How we use what is given – and how we respond to what is taken away will determine the joy and love we give and take from this place called Earth.