Listening to a NPR program, in which a man was telling a story about a tree that grew in his yard, years ago....When the tree 'got too large', his landlord....concerned about the tree's roots destabilizing the house's foundation....had the tree cut down to its stump......the 'tenant' found a seedling, emerging from the now defunct tree, and planted it.......after the tree was 30 feet tall, again, there were 'issues' and the tree had to be cut down..... This time, the 'tenant' took one of the the fallen tree's segments, left on the ground after the arborists departed to cut down some more trees, to a woodcrafter who made the wood into a beautiful box, which, now....in itself....not only stored some memorabilia, but was, itself, a nostalgic Memory......Much of the 'clutter' in my home shares its status as Memory triggers.......like a cracked ceramic 'thing' that was: first, a candle stand from a restaurant where I was a young waiter....Sidney's 2nd Act....; then, it evolved into a stand for a pierced pottery oil lamp; then, a base for a Tibetan orb incense cone burner; a ravioli 'cutter', and, eventually into a top for opened cat food cans, since it was a perfect fit......Does this make me a 'hoarder' or a 'repurposer'? Well, I'm not about to toss it to the trashcan! My great Aunt, Lucille used to press the flowers from bouquets and 'arrangements' within the cotton-fiber pages of old books, then frame her 'arrangements' of dessicated flora and make cards to send her friends and family......in this tradition, this morning,,,,I spray-painted some dead leaves and squash with enamel paint that their beauty may persevere....rather than be dumped to the trash can and be crushed in the garbage collector's big truck...I was just wondering....if Sandy Culp still had one of those beautiful 'painted black' Halloween pumpkins from Six Flags, dissicated beneath glossy enamel paint.....
Friday, July 18, 2025
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