It is a 3500 member college, now university church. It is what I call “high church.” The musicians are professional quality, the speakers gifted, even the members look like they were were hand chosen.
I photographed the progress in the construction of the church building 40 some years ago. I have served as a deacon and as a helper in one of the kids departments. I attended the nursery class for a very long time, since we had two daughters about a year apart years and years ago.
So it is really is my home church. When we are in town we always go there, or nearly always.
We were quite early today, on purpose. The speaker was waiting on the front row, he is an old friend and I visited with him a bit. We sat down and an old friend from photography days stopped to visit, then one of Miriam’s colleagues at her art job was there.
The economy is tight everywhere. The one friend had just been pushed into retirement, the other had just been terminated, both are very capable hard working people.
The knife had a well used wood handle, along with a bit of a burn.
But it was the bade that intrigued me. I was taught to sharpen a Linoleum/Carpet knife by a real master. The whole blade is sharpened, not just the point. This 8 or 9" blade had been sharpened well. The blade had been sharpened almost a quarter of an inch.
That made me wonder where that knife came from. It has been around our house as long as I can remember, it is not a new knife.
Miriam's grandfather owned a small corner grocery store. Her father, as a young man, worked in that store, partly as a butcher. I can't prove anything, but it seems possible that this knife goes back that far and was sharpened often by a very capable hand.
I own a fair amount of used tools, and I wonder what the story is about each one of them.
There is a draw knife in my collection of tools that belonged to my own biological father. Mom told me, a very long time ago, that while dad was using the tool, it slipped and took a hunk of my father's knee.
I wonder about the other stories my tools might tell.
The knife I was using today was not really sharp and I was using it carelessly (I know better) and I cut my thumb. That is not remotely unusual, unfortunately.
This blog began as a spot to vent about my life with Miriam and her time with Alzheimer's disease.
She was diagnosed in '99 and her decline has been quite slow. In fact some of our best years of our long marriage have been these recent years.
Alzherimer's, at least her version is a disease of waiting. One shoe drops and it can be a very long time before the other one drops.
So life goes on.
At the beginning of this blog I told the story of our courtship and marriage, about out family and our personal journey with this disease. The part that scares the most is the anticipation as the disease slowly progresses.
So, I will touch on that subject from time to time, but the entries will tend toward comments on life. I'll leave politics and religion for others to worry about, not that I don't have strong opinions!
I have my hands full just looking after my wonderful Miriam.
We met when we were 6, began dating at 15 and have been together since. We will have our 56th anniversary this June.
We have four wonderful daughters. Smart, independent, awesome. They have given us 7 grandsons and 4 granddaughters. None of them are little any more. The oldest is 28 and married, the youngest is 14.
Until this last fall we lived in a hosue I designed and built in the '70's and it is pretty weird and wild, but very comfortable. Last summer the girls came to the conclusion that I really did need help dealing with Miriam. Now we live on a couple acres with daughter 1.
Life has been good. There is not much I would do different even if I could. We are rich beyond belief but chronically short of cash!
And, unless stated otherwise all the photographs are mine.