It’s All Replaceable

At 76, almost 77, if anything gets better with age, I would think that I would know it. However, everything I know of eventually gets replaced with something new. My original thought, though maybe a little romantic, was people. However, even we humans grow old, and eventually we will be replaced.

God has said that ultimately, He will replace these old bodies with bodies that will last forever. The older I get, the more I look forward to that day. To be sure, this old body does not get better with age.

Daily writing prompt
What do you think gets better with age?

Authority

Well, let’s see. A teacher is the authority in a classroom. A construction engineer is the authority on a construction project, assuming he has been given that authority. Though frequently, the word is used to imply knowledge on a subject, I do not see it as an appropriate meaning. Authority is something given and taken, often under another person’s authority or another organization’s authority. For instance, when I was a staff non-commissioned officer, I did have authority. However, that was authorized to me from those that who were given authority over me. As a side note, as mentioned before, I found out I don’t like having authority. With it comes responsibilities. The greater the authority, the greater the responsibility.

I don’t see myself as having any authority over anything outside my house. If the purpose of the prompt is knowledge, I don’t qualify much there either. I simply take note of what I see and hear and try to pass along that which I consider important, or in some cases humorous. No authority there and very little knowledge.

Daily writing prompt
On what subject(s) are you an authority?

Worth Repeating, Maybe

It has been a while since I last said anything about our trip to the Grand Canyon. You know, not everyone gets to see the Grand Canyon. I have been there three times. And yes it is a big hole the ground.

We were at the overlook near the hotel and looking at the plateau that was somewhere half-way down. We were looking at it for 3 or 4 minutes when a stranger off to my right that said, “There are people down there!” Exact words.

I squinted and strained my eyes and saw no one. I turned to the woman and asked, “Where?”

She pointed out a landmark and she said that they were just a little past that. Again, I strained my eyes and sure enough. I still wouldn’t have seen them but they were moving. Again, I remind you, the plateau is only about half way to the bottom. If somehow I were suspended above the canyon at the current altitude in a way that I could see the river, there is simply no way I’d have been able to see a person, maybe with a telescope. As I said, it is a big hole.

When we first arrived to the first lookout, my wife and my sons started watching squirrels. I couldn’t get them to look at the canyon. I mean we have squirrels at home, by the dozens. They were getting the chance of a lifetime to see the canyon and all they wanted to see was squirrels.

Well, at least they were Grand Canyon squirrels. I should have taken movies of them. I could have sold it, you know. I could have advertised, “genuine Grand Canyon squirrels.” I mean my wife and kids liked watching them. Why not others?

A side note, people are permitted to walk to the bottom of the canyon. However, they do need to check-in before they start. Also, everything that goes down must be carried back up. No littering allowed. The fines are very stiff.

Finally, another caution. It is much easier going down than coming back up. It has often been compared to climbing a mountain in reverse. That trail coming back up is the same, but it will seem very much more longer.

Daily writing prompt
Describe your most memorable vacation.

Music, Music, Music

I can remember the old song by the above title as well as “Put Another Nickle In.” My guess is that few will remember listening to those songs by Teresa Brewer shortly after their release as I did. On the other hand, my wife and I were walking into a McDonald’s three or four years ago and kid in the back was singing Rocking Robin, and doing pretty good. (originally released 1958) I yelled back to him, “Hay! You’re not old enough to know that song!

He had a hard laugh and said his mother played it a lot.

In answer to the question asked, I enjoy a lot of music prior to 1970 and a little post 1970. As far as I’m concerned, if after 1980, it doesn’t exist. I like everything done in Gilbert and Sullivan operettas (around 1900) I have listened to the music over and over. The lyric are humorous and the tunes are catchy. There aren’t may who can keep up with “Modern Major General” from the Pirates of Penzance.

I have often said, my favorite song is Whispering Hope sung by Jo Stafford and Gordon MacRae (1949). When I feel bad, I have been known to play it repeatedly for 19 or 20 times. I don’t know. Maybe more. It sort of took a personal turn as I walked guard duty in Vietnam in the morning as the rain beat down me in December of 1969. Then of course, as the song says, the sun came up. The world seemed so much better as I remembered the words.

Stafford and MacRae recorded I guess a dozen or so Christian songs about the same time and they are all really good. I remembered listening to them when I was 4 and 5. The rest, I don’t remember all that much, but I always keep Whispering Hope handy.

I am a big fan of the show tunes of the 40’s, 50’s and a few of the 60’s. I have copies of many of them. If I were to lose them, I would replace them. This is especially true of Fiddler on the Roof. I have no idea how many times I’ve watched it or listened to the songs. It’s just one of those things that touched my mind and also touched my heart. It is also one of the main reasons that I have become so pro-Israel. I do not understand how a person can see the show and pay close attention to it without also being in favor of the Israeli people.

It is something of a oddity, I guess, that I also like most the ABBA songs. I also enjoy listening to the instrumentals whenever I hear them. None the less, my favorite of these is Chiquitita. Strangely, I have not met many who don’t like the song. Or, maybe it’s not so strange.

When I was seven, I remember listening to a song, “Donkey Serenade,” in which the character in the movie is singing to mules drawing a stage. Okay. That one sounds strange I admit it. But it’s no less strange than the beautiful song from “Paint Your Wagons,) I Talk to the Trees. By the way, those are also the first words in the lyrics. However, to be truthful, I’d love to be able to sing well enough to do both songs justice.

Speaking of strange songs, consider the song, “Does Eat Oats (and little lambs eat ivy)

I guess the way to sum it up. I like what I like and I don’t like what I don’t like. If you disagree with it, it is entirely up to you. It is also a shame you will never get to listen to that man serenading the mules.

Speaking of mules, how many out there have heard “On the Trail,” by Ferde Grafe. It was so good it was used for advertising way back when.

Daily writing prompt
What is your favorite genre of music?

Gratitude

This is one of my favorite subjects. I have already written on it twice and I would write on it far more if I didn’t think people would get tired of reading about it.

Maybe I should start with what started me down this track. It is a Bible story I read many times before it really hit home what it was about. Jesus healed ten lepers but only one returned to him and thanked him. Jesus asked something like, Were there not ten? Where are the other nine? I would guess that Jesus was likely well pleased with the one and disappointed with the nine.

If you look, really look at the story, you will realize that Jesus had three messages here. First, be grateful when someone does something for you. Don’t take it for granted. It is a good lesson regardless what your religious beliefs might be, even for the atheist.

Secondly, a word of appreciation goes a long way. Don’t you think that it made Jesus feel good just to hear those two words of gratitude. Every day, God does things for us. Every day, we take it for granted. That includes me, though I really do try to say thank you for it all. It is simply impossible to be fully aware, let alone to say thank you for it all. Instead, most of us are as the Hebrews as they complained about only having manna to eat. I really hate to admit it, but I would have likely been one of the chief complainers if I were there. Even today, I know I am poor example. God provides things and I complain.

Finally, we should be thankful for what others do for us, even if we are paying for it. It is so easy to neglect being thankful to those we pay for work. You should see the surprised expression on the faces of people I say thank you to in, say in restaurants. Sometimes, it outright confuses them. It’s okay. I like to see that kind of confusion. It makes me feel better to see that I have improved their moment in time for that day.

Sometimes, I really confuse them. I tell them that they have my permission to have a good afternoon. I know they enjoy it. I can see it in their faces. Oddly, some find it funny. The fact is, I really mean it. Okay, it does not lie within my power. However, if I did have the power, I would do as I can to improve their time as they put in a hard day’s work.

And, if there are any atheist reading this, you need to pay particular attention to this. For when we say something to improve the lives of others we will also improve life for ourselves. If you don’t believe me, just try it. I submit that it is impossible to have a bad attitude while you thank someone for what they do for you.

And you know what, It doesn’t cost a thing.

Daily writing prompt
How do you express your gratitude?

A Simple Question, Which Requires a Very Complex Answer

When I first went to instructor training, about the first words out of my instructors mouth was that, in order to teach, the teacher must motivate the student. That is to say, before any student will learn he must want to learn. Indeed, the rate at which any student will learn will depend on the motivation of the student.

That, however, is only the beginning. The second thing, at least to some degree, the teacher must take what he knows and place it in the students mind. This, to be sure is an art within itself. There are a myriad of things standing in the way. For the young man, perhaps baseball, football and basketball. A few will be thinking about cars, and of course girls. Young girls, of course, have their own distractions such as that good looking quarterback.

Before lunch, everyone thinks of hunger and what they will eat. When they get back from lunch, it is a matter of keeping them from falling asleep. As it nears the end of the day, there are hundreds of things which distract child and adult alike. They are anticipating their afternoon plans, whatever they might be. This makes Friday afternoon one of the most difficult times to teach.

Teaching and learning is not just passing information from a teacher to a group students, though. It is easy to think of it as such, but it is so much more. Ultimately, it comes to a point where the teacher teaches, not what to know or think, but how to learn and think. In the end, the student will know so much more than the teacher. It is the way knowledge grows in a society. After we finish school, we must know how to teach ourselves. It is the ultimate thing that a teacher can teach. I suppose close to 95% of what I have learned, I learned from doing or reading. I only learned about 5% in school.

It certainly starts with reading and writing. The person unable to read and write is seriously hampered in our current society. It is not enough for the cobbler apprentice to learn the craft of making shoes. Nowadays we make machines that make shoes. Then too, some people must occasionally repair those and other machines.

It means thinking beyond knowing our current world but what it will be decades from now. The current teachers might teach Edgar Allan Poe, but more important, how to write even better than Edgar Allen Poe. It must be new, different and, of course a joy to read.

At one time, society didn’t believe that bridges could be made from steel. One day, someone built a bridge from steel and they’ve been doing it ever since. I would hope the really great teacher would prod people into such things in a wide variety of various fields far beyond the knowledge of the teacher’s knowledge.

However, the basics cannot be overlooked. The things a child learns in the first 6 grades may very well determine the success of the students later. Indeed, the teacher that teaches the more advanced subjects relies very much on how well the teachers teach in the the lower grades.

Then too, just how great a teacher might be somewhat based on what is expected of him. Is he supposed to teach physics or how to fix an air conditioner. Each has his own problems and each has its own methods. Each student is different and presents a different challenge. For instance, try telling a sixth grader learning algebra the importance of being able to represent values with letters. Quite frankly, I am still at a loss of knowing the importance of knowing anything about the fictitious character of Silas Marner. Let’s face it, for some teachers, their task is simply improbable at best for some students.

Perhaps two of the biggest requirements of the really great teacher is really strong determination and very thick skin. I’m sure a love of teaching and the subject they teach is important.

Then, oddly, occasionally, you see a student react to something you teach and you see that little light inside their mind come on. As an instructor, I have seen it happen. It makes the difficulty and frustration worth it.

Daily writing prompt
What makes a teacher great?

Who Would Have Thought?

One day, as I watched TV, I learned that the Egyptians did brain surgery. I have no idea idea how successful they were, but I guess some got so desperate that they didn’t care.

The thing is, many of the advanced surgical procedures did not become prevalent until well into the last half of the twentieth century. When I was 50, I had a stint put in my heart. In A world just 50 years earlier, I would have likely died, as one of the main arteries to my heart was 90% blocked.

To be truthful, I have definitely benefited from modern medicine. Most recently, about 12 or 14 years ago, I had 4 bypasses in one procedure. When I was in school, I remember news stories speaking of such procedures as being experimental. I am grateful that they had a few decades to refine their methods.

A little while ago, I talked to a man who had a bypass and he showed me his scar. I guess I should say lack of scar. I had to look hard to see it. Kind of makes me wish I could have put my surgery off for a while. My scar is still very easy to see.

Irregardless, one day, modern medicine will not be enough. I will die. It cannot be put off forever. However, when I had the stint installed, I had a heart attack. It was painful and it made me noxious. I was very scared. I thought it was over. I am sure there are those that would argue the point but I felt a presence right next to me. Maybe an angel, or maybe Jesus Himself. Suddenly I felt no fear. I knew right then that if it was my time, I knew I would be with Jesus.

Since that time, I have not ever felt the horrid fear of death as before. I would recommend everyone learn to spend some time with Jesus. The doctor that day fixed my heart. It was Jesus who treated my soul.

He can do that, you know, if you let him.2xx

Daily writing prompt
Have you ever had surgery? What for?

As Most I’m Told, Waiting

I guess it is likely the biggest advantage of being a multi-millionaire. Can you imagine Elon Musk waiting in line for a hair cut. How many seconds do you suppose Bill Gates has to wait for anything? I probably spent more time waiting for stuff when I was in boot camp than all the Kennedys together in all their lives. I wonder if any of Rockefeller’s children ever had to wait for a school bus.

The other day, coming home from dinner, I waited on a road close to half an hour to get through one traffic light. That’s right, we have traffic jams in Desoto County, almost daily. It’s all those folks in Memphis coming down here, “forgetting” to signal a lane change as the force their way into another lane. Believe me. We have experienced them enough to know to expect them, especially on Goodman Road near I-55.

When I first moved down here, Goodman was 2 lanes, one each way. Now the bridge going over I-55 has 7 lanes and it’s still not enough. Hence, those of us who mush cross I-55 know what it means to wait.

I suppose those who go through drive-throughs know about waiting too. I wouldn’t know. I refuse to use them. Nonetheless, McDonald’s has taught me a thing or two about waiting. It used to be that when they saw me coming, they made me wait intentionally. They don’t do that anymore. I don’t go there. I go to places like Abbay’s where they have my hot food ready for me before I can get my drinks from the fountain.

I don’t waste much time waiting in gas stations anymore. I filled my gas powered car twice in six months since I got my electric car. As near as I can tell, I pay about the same for the electric. I can remember the lines in California in the 70’s when the Arabs decided to shut things down on us for a while. Gas went from thirty cents a gallon to eighty in a few weeks. That was when you could find it. Wasted a lot of time waiting in line for an open gas pump back then and I was not the only one.

Then, of course the really neat part about that, they post the sign “Out of Gas,” when I’m next in line. Then, of course, I had to find another line to wait in and hope and pray the gas lasts until I get my share of gas before I run out.

Somehow, I don’t think the millionaires had to wait for gas. I really don’t think they had to look for it either. If they did have to wait a time or two, the problem would have been fixed immediately, if not sooner.

The thing is, most of us from the time we start school learn how to wait in some way, shape or other. Well, most of us learn. When you get out on the road around here, you can quickly pick out those who have learned and those who haven’t.

Daily writing prompt
How do you waste the most time every day?