With Dad Part 2 ~ Mail Call

While Sylvia was visiting her dad on Tuesday this week, the mail came.  There is nothing unusual about that.  There were 12 pieces of mail in his roadside mailbox.  He brought the mail into the house, sat in his recliner and began to look through it.

As he opened each piece he would look at the contents and drop them on the floor beside his chair.  Each of the 12 pieces was a solicitation for a donation to the sender’s cause.

And here is all of Tuesday’s mail.  Nothing but appeals for funds.  Do you receive requests like this?  Have you ever received that many in one day?  Makes one wonder.

With Dad ~ Pergola

Sylvia reserves Tuesdays for her father.  She has done that for the past decade.  At first, it was visits to her parents.  For 19 years we had lived in Connecticut and that meant only once or twice a year did we make it back to our native Michigan for visits with family.  Sylvia retired from teaching in 2000, and we moved back home.  She began visiting her parents each week.

Mom passed away April 1, 2001.  Dad, who is now 92, has lived alone in the old farm house since then.  Sylvia continues to visit him on Tuesday whenever possible.

This week on Tuesday morning, we were just starting to eat breakfast when the phone ring.  The distinct tone told us that it was a call from family.  Sylvia’s dad wanted her to bring her camera.  Here is why:

He wanted her to capture an image of the wisteria, which grows on the pergola he built a few years ago.  As you can see, it is in blossom and quite beautiful.

Sylvia thought you might enjoy these blossoms. I do too.

The Luckiest Guy in School

This has got to be the luckiest guy at EKHS.

His name is Pablo, and he is an exchange student from Ecuador.  That wonderfully beautiful and rich country that sits astride the equator on South America’s west coast.  But that’s not the reason why I call him the luckiest guy.  Here is the reason–actually two reasons why I say that.

That’s right.  Eliza and Briana, co-captains of the Falcons water polo team and the best of friends.  (Don’t they look different here than they do in the pool?)  You’ll probably want to know more, and so by way of explanation, I offer this.

It was shortly after senior night, and the event was the prom.  Pablo had asked Briana to attend with him and she accepted.  They would attend with a group of their friends.  There was a problem–Eliza had recently broken up with her boy friend and she had no escort.  Eliza had organized a special evening for the group and so it would just not be right for Eliza to go with the group unescorted.  That’s where courtly manners and friendship enter.  Briana and Pablo decided that Eliza should go with them.  She agreed.  See what I mean about being the luckiest guy?  Imagine an evening with two beauties like these.

Prom evening arrived.  The group gathered and boarded their transportation for the evening–a trolley.

Our intrepid three are on the right.  The trolley took the group of friends to a restaurant downtown for a meal, then on to the prom and afterward back to the school.  It was a great night for everyone.

PS — Sorry Lin, no dorky prom pictures here.

A Dandy Metaphor

Last Thursday I posted a haiku.  At the time, the dandelions were all yellow.  Before the weekend was over, that had changed.  Dramatically changed.  Here’s an updated photo and the haiku (so you don’t have to scroll):

Dandelion
Dandelions gold
Dapple my lawn with yellow
Turn so soon silver

I asked my younger son if he was aware of the metaphor of the haiku.  There was only a short delay as he digested my words.  He then said that it was a metaphor for how quickly the young grow old.  I sure feel good when my sons show such wisdom and understanding, and they both give me plenty of reasons to feel that way.  Did you detect the metaphor, or did you only think I was talking about dandelions in my lawn?

I wanted to find a graphic to illustrate this for you.  It took a while but I found this online:

And this:

Some of you have watched parents or grandparents go through this change.  Some of us have experienced it first hand.  It is amazing how swiftly time seems to fly.  It seems like only yesterday when I think of Bryant’s first steps or Scott’s first birthday.  Those memories are so clear and vivid.

Today, Bryant is president of the company for which he works.  His younger brother, Scott, is retired after a career with the US Air Force.  Only when I look at the back of my hands do I realize that I have become my grandfather.  That’s okay with me.  Life has been good.  It still is, and with a lovely, talented and intelligent granddaughter the promise of the future gleams brightly.

Speaking of Briana, tonight is the final regular season home game for the Falcons.  It is Senior Night, and Briana and the other seniors will be honored.  Sylvia and I will be there with the camera, our Falcon gear and our loudest voices for cheering on the Falcons.

Polo and Dentist Chairs

Water Polo

Unfinished business comes first, and I have some more on Wednesday evening’s action. The Falcons took on the Portage Central Mustangs and won handily. I promised some pictures of the action and chose the following.

Just before launch in the shooting sequence, the shooter treads water to lift her body up, The ball is lifted from the water with the shooting arm fully extended. She ignores the defense player pulling down on the opposite shoulder.

Let’s look at what else is happening. It is just Briana against the goalie while number 11 tries to drown her.  Who will win this contest?
Briana wins as the ball rockets into the upper left corner of the net.  Wasn’t that fun?  It keeps me coming back for more.
Also on Wednesday, the US Navy announced that they are looking for water polo players to join their ranks.  These athletes have the best chance of completing the training, which has a 70% wash-out rate.  Read more here.  FWIW, I don’t think Briana will be changing her plans to enter nursing school.
Dentist Chair
I’m late posting today.  Yesterday, I spent most of the morning in the “chair.”  My dentist filled a cavity.  That was the easy part.  The tooth beside it had to be prepared for a crown.
That’s lots of fun.  They make a mold of the existing tooth.  Then the dentist removes the outer part of the tooth above the gum line.  This is delicate work and takes time.  The upper tooth is reduced to a peg.  A mold is made of this peg.  Everyone takes a break while the tech makes a temporary crown.
The tech then fits the temporary crown in place.  During that process, she removes sharp corners and adjusts the “bite.”  It sounds easy but it takes much longer that you might expect.
I was a bit unhappy that my favorite tech wasn’t there yesterday.  Jan is also a neighbor.  Her mother was the first owner of the house that we live in.  However what matters is that she does excellent work.  Enough said.
Now I wait for three weeks for the permanent crown.  More gold going into my mouth.  You can take that two ways. 🙂
I arrived home just after noon.  I spent some time visiting friends’ blogs and then went out to do some work.  After a break for supper, I went back out and ran the roller over the lawn.  I finished just before the sun went down.  I was too tired at that point to prepare todays’ post.

Falcons Win Again

As I told you on Tuesday, we were at the game on Wednesday evening — all decked out in Falcon gear.  I met the videographer who shot the action sequences I posted recently.  Portage Central scored a goal on the first possession of the game.  They weren’t that good last year.  Turns out that they are not that good this year!

The final score was EK Falcons 20 and Portage Central 4.  Briana had a difficult player to defend against, but her opponent did not score.  And Bree had several steals.

On offense Bree scored 4 goals.  We manage to get some shots, and I’ll try to get a couple of them posted for tomorrow.

I received a call from the dentist yesterday.  They want to reschedule my appointment so I’ll be going in early this morning.  I’ll be there for a while as they fill 3 cavities and install a temporary crown.

Falcon Update

I received this message from my son last night:

“Tonight the Falcons beat East Grand Rapids 8-5.  Briana had 3 goals.  We’ll see if the rankings show us up the list a bit tomorrow.

Tomorrow night [Wednesday] we play Portage at home.”

Sylvia and I will be at the game wearing our Falcon gear and with camera in hand.  I’m ready.

Another Day Another Birthday . . .

Yesterday, we observed Scott’s birthday.  Today is the anniversary of the birth of his paternal grandfather.  My dad would be 91 if he were still with us.  Unfortunately we lost him to cancer nearly 20 years ago.

Yesterday you saw Scott at age 1.  So here’s dad at about the same age.  (I don’t have a date on the photo.)  He was born at home near McBain, Michigan.  In 1939 he married his High School sweetheart.  They were both living in the same small community near Leslie, Michigan.

In 1943 he moved his family (wife, son and daughter) from Lansing to Leslie.  (By this time his parents and his in-laws had moved into the town.)  The draft was taking married men and even fathers by this time.  He had joined the Civil Air Patrol because he wanted to fly.  In the fall of 1943 he entered the US Army Air Corp as an aviation cadet.  The war ended less than two years later.  Because of delays and illness, he had not finished his training and so he never saw combat.

He returned to civilian life in November 1945.  I can remember when he returned home.  The next year, we moved a couple blocks from the rental where we spent those war years.  Dad lived out the rest of his days in that house, which he extensively reworked over the years.  I loved the evenings that he spent reading to my sister and me.  Later, we were joined by a couple more sisters.

Dad was a painter and interior decorator after High School.  He followed that trade for several years, but by the 50s he took a job at the post office.  He retired as a rural carrier.

He understood what it meant to be in need.  He was known for painting the homes of widows in need at no cost to them.  Yes he was a good example.

Happy Birthday Scott

It was long ago and far away that we celebrated your first birthday.  I still remember that day.  I took the photo as your mother gave you some ice cream with chocolate sauce and an unlit candle on it.

Since that day, you have celebrated many birthdays.  I wish I could have been there for each one of them.  But there were other celebrations.

Remember when you earned your black belt?  How about later when you graduated from the USAF NCO academy?  I was glad to be with you on those special days in your life.

Then there was the time that you challenged Briana at Guitar Hero and found out that it should be Guitar Heroine.  Actually, we all had a lot of fun that day.  Sorry I’m not going to see you today, but know that your mom and I thinking about you.  Happy birthday son.

Briana in Action

I’ve talked about Briana’s involvement in water polo. I was fortunate to receive a video file with some action shots of our granddaughter in action. In the following you’ll see:
1. Bree rifles in a goal after a minor foul.
2. Bree fires a penalty shot past the goalie.
3. Bree steals the ball.
4. Bree steals the ball, kicks it with her foot, catches and feeds it to her goalie.
5. A repeat of #4.  Can you believe she kicked that?  That’s amazing!
6. Bree brings ball down the pool, shoots and scores.
7. She does it again.

The quality is not the best, nevertheless I hope you enjoy the action.