Beau Wann, Jr.
HEY JIMMY ! ! ! Great to hear from youse youte. We miss you stopping by the Wanns on your way to and from. Good reason for that now days eh. I wonder if we'll ever get back to normal...and what will the new normal be ? Have we already been to Heaven, being from Oak Forest? No blaspheme intended, just seemed like the perfect place in the perfect time.
Wonder where my ol go-cart, the "flying none", wound up! Called it that because if you were looking for brakes, it had "none". To stop that forerunner of NASCAR I had to run into the tires of a parked car, or a tree and if all else failed, the curb and any orphan trash cans left on the streets of "Talledega". Yeah, that's how I got this way, too many crashes, no helmet...ate lead paint off the winderlights (east texas for window). How did we ever survive?
Just waiting for a sunny day to resume planting our garden we should have started in February. My dad always said that his best gardens were ones he started on February 17th. Never dawned on me before, but that's the perzact time to prune your roses, trees, and transplant anything safely. Hmmm, wonder if April will be ok? Well, we will see what we will see, eh mon ami!
Dark and dreary and drippy yet again this phyne morning. Saw the sun briefly yesterday, maybe ol sol will put in an apperance today, here's hoping. I think I'll work outside today anyway, rain or shine. Got too many things to do, running in place or not. Hmmm, we have two sewing machines, dontchaknow, maybe I'll get Diane to teach me how to sew. Why do we have two? Bought Diane one 30 years or so ago, and we inheirited one. Soooooo, I've always wanted to learn to sew, so I can fix my own clothes and stuff.
My mom and sisters could sew like they were from the Butterick family. Mom made almost all our clothes when we were younger, as did most moms in most families, it was called necessity. Mom and sisters made prom dresses, and easter outfits etc. Mom even made a coat and pants and shirt and suspenders for me when I was 3 or 4. I have a picture around here of me walking the runway, or the front porch. Always remember mom talking to others that sew , like her mom and sew on, about this pattern or that pattern and "cutting on the bias"...didnt know what that meant and still dont.
Me and the pups sat outside lastnight till midnight, listening to the crickets and frogs, night thrushes and trucks out on the 4 lane. Oh, and Izzydorable clucking like a chicken and baying when she's on the trail of that wascally wabbit. She goes over our backyard a zillion times a day, and always seems to come up with a scent of some critter, oh boy, then it's off to the races.
Turned on some of the oldies from as far back as the 30s. Loved the mellowness of the big band era. At one time I could tell you not only what song it was, but what band was playing, and who was playing trumpet or whatever instrument. Now I'm lucky if I can recall the name of the song...no matter now, just love to hear them...Moonlight Serenade being right up there with Oh Holy Night...love choir music especially mens choir. Growing up, listening to the radio was pure heaven to me. Even though the reception was scratchy, especially at night, it still marveled me.
Built my crystal radio when I was about 8, 9 or 10, cant quite pin the date down, but built that electronical marvel all by myself from a few store bought items like the copper wire and the crystal and some items we had on hand, like the cardboard from a toilette roll center to wrap the copper wire around, and shellac to keep it in place, and one of moms sewing needles for a tuner, and a cigar box from my granddad that I kept all my treasures in like my bottle cap collection and a few catseye marbles. Oh, I did get a headphone from the Army/Navy surplus store for a quarter or fifty cents I'd saved up of birthday money.
I remember seeing the plans for it in one of my "Boys Life" magazines. It looked simple enough, shucks, I could build that, no sweat! And wonder of wonders, I did. I may have had a little help, but just a very little, from my dad and maybe an uncle or two, but dang little for sure.
I'd fall asleep at night with that earphone between my ear and the pillow, listening to some far off station, that would eventually turn into "white noise". I'd wake up with a sore ear, having slept on that dang earphone all night. It still marvels me today how that radio worked. Dont listen to radio today, my music is gone, thankfully I have other venues to listen to "my" music.
Bored you to death have I ! Time to deplane anyway, I'M A BURNIN DAYLIGHT.!!!!! so keep the sun at your six and the Son in your heart and "ride boldly ride..."
Your frien and resident electronical marvel, Cephus Marconi Collins esq
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