Beginning the Livnig Room Series

I began writing a series on the lost living room and its re-awakening. I was asked to put it on a more public platform, so here it is. I will try for frequent postings as long as I feel like it. If you will subscribe to the site you will get daily notifications. The following article is not the first of teh series but I will catch it up as time goes by Please share at will. Thanks, John

The Thanksgiving Fire

I said, “Bob, You’re a lot older than I am. I’ll build the fire.”
He replied, “You’re a whippersnapper, John. You don’t build a fire, you ‘lay it on.” He paused while he walked to the bookcase and got his special matches.
“John, can you lay on a fire that will start with one match?”
I thought about it, “Most of the time.”
He looked at me seriously, “Most of the time ain’t good enough. A well-laid fire will start with one match. Every time. I’m 92 years old and I’ve been laying on fires for many years. I’ll light the fire, you have my permission to bring in the wood. Get it from the dry stack by the kitchen door.”

Now, not many people can call me a whippersnapper, and I don’t haul wood for just anybody, but, since I was only 73 and the youngest man in the room, I went for the wood.
I watched as he laid on the fire. He has turned the task into an art form. He worked slowly and carefully. And he lit it with one match.

The living room is where you find it,
Rules of decorum and respect apply,
And you create your own nostalgia.
dekie dad fire thanksgiving

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Grandma’s Chair is Empty Now–Where Are The Stories?

Quotes and Notes #292, August 23

Grandma's chair is empty now. Who will take her place?

Grandma’s chair is empty now. Who will take her place?

“No, no! The adventures first, explanations take such a dreadful time.”—Lewis Carroll, “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.”—

“After nourishment, shelter and companionship, stories are the thing we need most in the world.”—Philip Pullman—

My mother told me about her grandmother who would sit in a massive wooden padded rocking chair—with the cat calmly resting on her ample bosom—while she knitted and told stories. Grandma’s chair is empty, now, and her stories have all been told. Do you remember any of these stories? Have you shared any of the stories? Do you tell stories of your own to the youngun’s?

Yes, Grandma’s chair is empty now, but I find it almost as sad that the technology revolution is causing us to find the living room empty, also. Are we losing the living room? Have we prodigally traded Grandma’s stories for stories that come out of a box with swiftly moving pictures and advertisements?  Sometimes I look at Grandma’s chair and think of all the questions I never asked.

Perhaps, if you haven’t already, it is a good time to start your memoir. You are never too old for this task. Actually the older you get, the better the stories. Write them down.

And share a smile with Grandma, sitting there in her chair
Everything is going to be all right.
John P. Schulz—“Sweetie Drives on Chemo Days.”

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