Today it seems I have metal on the mind – some precious, some … not so much.
This morning it was quite breezy and bitter cold, but I was dressed for it, so it was a good walk – not very imaginative, just looping around the neighborhood a few times.
Finally, the ordeal of the metal hut in my yard that went airborne during the 60 mph windstorm is over and that hulking hut is gone forever. Its final demise yesterday was quick … a half-hour of a whining metal saw and then the plunk, plunk, plunk of metal pieces hitting the inside bed of the pick-up truck. Now I bemoan that the landscape of my backyard is changed … and not for the good. I went out back and looked around before I left on my walk and it made me shake my head.
While walking, I was pondering over the news events of the morning that I heard on the early newscast while eating breakfast.
Today was closing arguments in the 9-week Bob Bashara criminal trial that has titillated us with its tawdry details since Day 1. Maybe the jury will bring in a speedy verdict and the Bashara children can have some closure in knowing whether or not their father participated in the murder of their mother almost three years ago. In their heart I think they know the truth and what most everyone suspects.
But there were several good news items for today … positive news stories for a change.
Every year a generous donor, who prefers to remain anonymous, drops one Krugerrand coin, valued at over $1,000.00, into a Salvation Army red kettle at the same location. Plink, plink, plink as it slips down into the kettle, and, in a moment’s time, many lives are made easier by this generous donation. The Krugerrand tossed into the kettle yesterday has a worth of $1,200.00. I was a volunteer bell ringer for the Salvation Army a few years ago. Often people cover the slot when making a donation – perhaps it is because they’re unloading a handful of coins and not paper money and they don’t want you to think less of them. The Salvation Army doesn’t care what you give – coins add up and all donations, small or large, are cheerfully accepted by this worthy organization.
Today, the City of Detroit emerges from bankruptcy, nearly 18 months after the initial filing. There is rejoicing and celebration for the City, arising Phoenix-like from the ashes, and no longer being in a financial emergency. This was the largest U.S. city to file for bankruptcy – ever; it has shed some 7 billion dollars of debt (and yes, that’s billion with a “B”). Hopefully “The D” will never return to that ugly scenario again.
I entitled this post after the song “Silver and Gold” by Burl Ives, one of my favorite Christmas songs. It is from the show “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” which just celebrated its 50th or golden anniversary a few days ago. I never missed that show when I was a kid and used to watch it well into my adult years as well.
I seems like I’ve been obsessed with chronicling the time and years gone by this week ever since I saw that time capsule.
I wonder if it is a part of growing older?
This year, for my Christmas cards, I used a picture from 1964 with my pet poodle Peppy. I created the nostalgic-looking card on a hot Summer’s night in August on a photo website and plopped the picture from Christmas Day 1964 to make this holiday card. The inscription on the back reads:
Sometimes vintage memories are the best.
I found this picture taken at Christmas ’64 – it simply can’t be that it is a half-century ago!
I knew I had to share this memory with you.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and those who make you happy. – Linda
Although we had a real tree when I was just a toddler, the fad in the mid-60s was those kitschy-looking aluminum trees like this one. To any of you who were born after this aluminum tree era, these silver trees came apart to store them. There were three wooden pieces joined together to make the stick for the trunk and then many different lengths of metallic fake branches. The branches didn’t move, but stuck straight out. If you touched the aluminum “needles” your hands were instantly blackened. Decorative bulbs were either one color with the same color floodlight, or, multicolored with a multicolored revolving floodlight.
I love having a look back at years gone by. Perhaps this is because I’m the only one left in my family. Photos serve to preserve my past for me, since there is no one to share memories with anymore – so I’ll share them with you instead, okay?