Hyping Up Hyperbole

Working in the yards this week has been hotter than ... fire!  (I had to change that one.)  Now it's the weekend and I could sleep for two whole days.  Exaggerations, "not meant to be taken literally." – Google definition of hyperbole.

I seldom sit through baseball games that seem to go on forever, but an associate of mine eats it up and coaches his son's team, traveling a million miles to all the tournaments.  So many love it.  After all, America's national sport is baseball, soccer or football; (the question is still up in the air.)  “Forget knocking it out of the park, Frank can knock a baseball off the continent.”  – hyperboleexamples.com

Find a cool place to beat the heat with all-you-can-eat ice cream, think of your favorite hyperboles, and get some extra sleep this summer.  It will be like cruising Alaska's Inside Passage.  Well, almost.  (By the way, Kay and I highly recommend it – especially that cruise.  At least Google it to enjoy the spectacular scenery!)

Graduation Tidbits

Remember your graduation?  The event last Friday at WSU was a big one for Kay’s senior students, their families and friends, (and the welcome end of a grueling school year.)  Her assignment was to go early and take tickets immediately after other teachers sold them.   A huge crowd was obviously eager to see a long procession of graduates walking in cap and gown, and to momentarily cheer for a favorite one.  (I would wear my orange Stihl ear protectors.) 

One mother with children pushed through without tickets.  The ticket taker told her she needed tickets, and she yelled, “No!” and raced into the arena, maybe unaware that security guards could be called to catch her.  Hopefully the kids subsequently heard the speakers inspire the students to be integrous (honest and fair) in order to be successful in life.  (What’s a mom to do when she doesn’t want to pay?)

The familiar tune endlessly repeated by the school orchestra is, of course, available on YouTube: "Pomp & Circumstance March No 1 (Graduation Walking March)"  Looks like there are over 500 videos for this – maybe thousands (not to exceed the number of cat videos.)

“The Pomp and Circumstance Marches … are a series of marches for orchestra composed by Sir Edward Elgar.  …  March No. 1 was composed in 1901 … the best known of the set …”

“The title is taken from Act III, Scene 3 of Shakespeare's Othello:

            Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump,

            The spirit-stirring drum, th'ear-piercing fife,

            The royal banner, and all quality,

            Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!”

–  en.wikipedia.org

So I learned something: Be prepared to pay the price for graduation!

Sincere congratulations to all the graduates!  Hopefully they earned it and will put it to work.  Kudos to Kay for a teaching job well done!  (So many students love her.)

(See pics of square caps tossed in the air – available online.)

Memorial Markers

As we begin the final week of May, and pause in the middle of a “long weekend” (the misnomer shouldn’t bother me), we remember the tradition of decorating graves to honor those who have passed on.  In the spirit of Memorial Day, I list some language commonly used.  With love for family and friends who are actually more alive than we who are living.

ancestor

progenitor

veteran who sacrificed for freedom

loving memories

memorial

cemetery marker (sometimes misspelled "cemetary")

headstone

tombstone

granite monument

bronze marker or plaque

inscription

epitaph inscribed, etched, engraved

billiongraves.com

findagrave.com

familysearch.org and Family Tree

urn

mausoleum

the Resurrection

Discovering Grandfather

As I made a “quick” delivery of three-ring binders yesterday, Uncle Lynn told more stories about Grandfather Russell, most of which I had never heard before.  "He was a genius."  I don’t recall ever hearing that about my maternal grandfather, but having learned recently of more of his amazing accomplishments and world travels, I was not surprised.

Dr. Lynn, my childhood dentist, has his antique dental chair in the family room, where their great grandchildren can sit and imagine what a visit to the dentist was like in the olden days.  He showed me two scientific books written by Grandfather Russell in 1928 and 1931, about speech pathology and language.  Those and many other items make Lynn and Melva’s humble old home a veritable museum, having priceless sentimental value.  They both have sharp memory for family history, but Lynn is more vocal in sharing stories about his father-in-law (first-wife Carol’s father.)  I include this because I think the storytellers are just as fascinating and beloved as my ancestor.

When I was very young, Grandfather Russell gave me a dictating machine that cuts green vinyl records.  His plan was to facilitate long-distance conversation with his oldest grandson, sort of like e-mail does today; US mail was a lot slower, of course.  In my youth I did not fully appreciate it, as I was enthralled by model trains, black-and-white TV, hut construction and horseback riding.   I still have the machine with records inside it, but the key was lost many years ago.  My goal is to unlock it and digitize the recordings for personal and family history.

Following Uncle Lynn’s lead, Google searched “journal of speech pathology and g. oscar russell”, and found “about 123,000 results (0.51 seconds)”.  I read several articles written by him and about him, and learned more about Dr. Russell's life.  For me, this gets more interesting and loving by the minute!

What might you be surprised to learn about your ancestors?  Whom can you interview to hear more about them?  I do believe that families are forever, and through families God works miracles in our life.

Mother's Heavenly Music

Somehow she must have known what it would do to me.  Was it a vision or glimpse into the future?  Mother's intuition to inspire a young son?  Sharing a “Like” with the next generation?  I believe all of the above came into play.

This is not a passing thought on Mother's Day, but a frequent warm feeling of gratitude when I hear great classical music. 

For this and all that my talented mother gave me, I am eternally thankful.  With love.

Summer To-do List

Gearing up for intense summer yardwork, I get ahead of the power curve by making a muscular list.  You should've seen the list I got for spring!  (My wife Kay loves to use 'em.)  June is just around the corner – aaagh!!  Neighbors are already in high gear.

(Some items on this list are out of order … out of control, actually.)

Eat two breakfasts plus three meals per day while reading; visit with Kay.

Drink gallons of water and lemonade.

Mow.

Water.

"Weed & feed" (Kay's favorite app.) – memorize instructions.

Poison worst surviving weeds one at a time – not the gardens.

Spread fertilizer without weed killer, in a poncho during light rainfall.

Inspect lawns for weeds; compare with neighbors' perfect, green lawns.

Dig and pull weeds; (I learned that includes grass where you don’t want it.)

Bike one-half mile or more (in cool fitness center) ($5 DI exercycle) after siesta.

Plan summer retreat from yardwork, hoping automatic sprinklers work and lawns survive weeds and scorching sun.

(See Genesis 3:17-19; thorns afflict our home – thistles invade the ranch.)

Remember: An ounce of ... no, make it a hundred pounds of prevention is worth 1,600 pounds of cure (if I converted correctly for this, not troy for gold and silver, which I may need a lot of.)

And that is only the beginning; (personal prayer, scripture reading, meetings, weeding for widows & ward garden, and various service projects are all on my muscular-Christian list – seriously.)

I could go on and on, but the yards are begging for attention now till the day I'm free from it all.

“Sunrise, sunset” – may the days of yardwork “swiftly flow”, and may the “seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers “, not weeds!
(Quotes from “Fiddler on the Roof” Cast Lyrics)

“What It Is, Is This”

What my passing thought is, is this: what bothers me is when I hear conversation like "what it is is this", I understand there’s a probable purpose in setting the stage so slow listeners can get the brain in gear, but it still makes me question the value of some introductory phrases.  When it comes right down to it, "alls you have to do is ...".  
Why not just get to the point, out of the gate to communicate?  (What I’m thinking of is a horse race.  I mean … think horse racing.)  
Economy of words.  What I’m driving at is … enough of my bad examples.  What I really think is that it’s okay (oops) – I listen patiently.