"The Headlight" - a Singing Book from 1873

This weekend at the flea market I bought this book to tear up and use in art projects.

It's called, "The Headlight : A new and original singing book for the use of juvenile classes, public schools and seminaries including the popular operetta entitled, Grandpa's Birthday." It was published in 1873 by White, Smith & Co. of Boston.



I thought I should search it online before I ripped it up and now I'm not so sure I should. There's one online for $46 and one for $107. Of course, they're both still there, which is also telling.



One of my favorite things about it, and what prompted me to part with my $2.50 was the writing in it. I love handwriting and this is beautiful, old fashioned script.



The owner, apparently, was Miss C A Childs of Burlingame, Kansas in 1874. On the inside front cover are numerous other names and cities. Olathe, Leavenworth, Blue Rapids, ElDorado and Montanau Kansas are all mentioned.



I'm not sure what I'll end up doing with this book, but I'm thinking it was worth the $2.50 I paid for it.

Quote of the Day

Today you are You, that is truer than true.
There is no one alive that is Youer than You.
---Dr. Seuss

Introspection

Steve is in Wichita to see Baseball Around the Clock and came to Hutchinson late this afternoon to have dinner with us. It was great to see him.

Steve is one of those people I never have enough time to talk to. He's a really fascinating person. He loves to travel and most recently visited South America. He thinks in different ways and I really enjoy conversation with him.

Steve reads this blog regularly, which flatters me. He tells me I make him think, which I take as a huge compliment.

He mentioned to me tonight that I'm the most introspective person he knows. Earlier in the day Martha emailed, referencing the same sort of thing.

Of course I only have access to my own thought process so cannot compare it to how other people think. On some level I guess I am pretty much always in an introspective mood. As I take in new information I contemplate it in the context of things I already know or think, and come up with new thoughts.

I spare blog readers from all of that most of the time. But, obviously it slips in more than occasionally.

Blessed

May your day be blessed by friends who encourage you when you need it.

Thank you, Martha.

Books from 1961, hand crocheted linens and recipe files

Last weekend I ran across this book, "Mike Mars, Astronaut," at a yard sale. It was published in 1961 and had some cool illustrations in it. I bought it, along with some others, with the idea of using them in artwork.

But, before I started ripping that one up I thought I should see if it was something the museum would like. I had to go to the Cosmosphere last Saturday anyway because a newspaper crew was coming in, so I just took the book straight to the office. Monday I looked it up and found out it's the first in a series, and is worth a few dollars. When I say, "few," I mean five or six - not exactly the proverbial goldmine.

I ran into Meredith from collections on Saturday and mentioned it. Monday I sent her the info I'd found on it online. She told me they'd definitely like to have it, so I donated it to the museum.

It's kind of cool that I've had any part in putting something in a museum, but it's not like it was my long loved, dearly appreciated book from childhood. Regardless, it's fun.

This has been a frantically busy week. Monday night I made calls for Trish, Tuesday night I was at the courthouse for the returns. Wednesday evening I went to the library for a scheduled meeting but no one else was there so it was obviously cancelled and I had missed that information. Thursday was hectic all day at work and then we had the Social Media Club gathering after work. Today I worked until 7 tonight and didn't even take a lunch break. Now the weekend is here and there are a ton of things I need to get done here. Tuesday night is Creative Sisterhood so I have to clean up enough everyone has a place to sit! They don't expect much more than that from me.

It's quite odd, really, because I'm drawn to photos and the idea of having a house that's a delight to be in all the time. But my own house is cluttered here and there with projects and books and dishes and other things I collect. Of course I could get rid of all those things, but I like them. There's the rub - finding a way to live with the things I love. I just can't imagine a time when I'm going to pass up a stack of hand crocheted doilies and such. I am most likely going to buy them to bring them home and love them if they're affordable.

I realize that none of these things are valuable to other people, and when I'm gone they'll be in the yard with 25 cents written on them, but in the meantime I enjoy them and love them. Maybe I just have extra love for those sorts of things.

This weekend is the flea market. I was thinking it has been awhile since I've run across a recipe card file box for sale. I love those things, filled with recipes deemed important for that life, and that family. Maybe I'll find one this weekend. Who knows what I'll find, but something wonderful I'm betting.

Interesting Things

I've not been writing as much here lately because I'm writing more by hand. I'm turning a lot of things over in my mind and trying to figure some things out.

I wrote last night about being blessed to have friends who are doing interesting things. This leads to the natural question of what am I doing that's interesting. I'm puzzling over that. Trying to answer that honestly. I fear I'm not too pleased with the answer so far.

Eventually, when I've figured it out a bit more, I'll share here. But at the moment all of these thoughts are in the pen and paper stage.

Newness

I have a real need for newness in my life. Not new things, but new ideas, new concepts.

I realized the other night that art is one way I satisfy this urge. I can experiment with materials and techniques and create something new to me.

I love texture and lately I've been playing with ways to emphasize it like in this piece where I've layered color from different sources.

This weekend I bought a book printed in 1935. The yellowing on it is really distinctive and it will make a nice addition to artwork.

All of it add to my sense of new things coming into my life.

I was thinking last night that I'm fortunate to have friends who do interesting things - from Trish who runs for political office to Greg who contributes to the scientific data on cicadas. I know people who make films and make music and write books. I feel rather dull by comparison, but certainly I'm thankful to have interesting people in my world. I'm blessed.

Judge Trish Rose

My dear, dear friend, Trish Rose, won her bid tonight for District Judge. It has been a battle. Greg took most of these photos, including this one that captured the moment when the celebrating began.



There was much jubilation when she won. You may not be able to tell, but we're all literally jumping up and down.



We alternately went from jumping up and down to double checking the results on the screen.





Trish filed for the position in February, and because she filed so early no Republicans filed against her. Then, at the last minute, another democrat filed against her. So, the position was actually decided tonight in the primary. It's an unusual situation, and certainly in this republican stronghold.



We gathered at the courthouse tonight to watch the returns come in. Periodically we would go downstairs to see how many precincts were yet to be counted. Finally, they told us there was only one precinct left and she had 55% of the vote.



Trish and I have been friends for at least a couple of decades now. She is one of the best human beings on the planet and I'm so thankful the voters recognized that. She's kind and fair - two qualities a person needs to be a good judge.

The newspaper endorsed her opponent saying he was more experienced. I did not agree with that at all. Thank goodness the voters ignored the endorsement, depite her opponent playing it up - as anyone would do.

He's a nice guy, but I wasn't impressed with how he filed at the last minute. Of course, that's perfectly legal and is certainly a strategic move. Nonetheless, I didn't find it very classy - particularly not from someone in the same party that has a pretty small group of involved folks. I suppose if he had been my good friend for 20 years I'd feel differently. And I guess that's how things always shake out.

He was very gracious in congratulating her once it was apparent she had won, and made a quick exit to let us celebrate. I do feel for him and his supporters tonight. It's never easy to lose.



My hat is off to democrats and independents in Reno County who looked beyond the newspaper's endorsement and the letters in the newspaper filled with untruths, and voted for Trish, the person they thought would do the best job.

Tonight we all went upstairs to see the courtroom she will be in. It's a beautiful place.



Her husband, Jim, who has worked very hard on the campaign was relieved too.



Alice, who was working in there trying to clean, but let us barge in and celebrate, was gracious enough to take a photo of all of us.



I've always been honored to call Trish my friend. And I'm thrilled for her that she won this election she has worked so hard for.

Judge Trish Rose. It has a nice ring to it.

This is her new office.

First Generation of Women to Vote

Tuesday, August 3, is the primary election. Please get out and vote.

I'm the first generation of women in my family born with the right to vote. Yes, the first.

I was born late in my parents' lives, and my mother would be 90 now if she were alive. She was born the year before women got the right to vote. Yes, do the math on that - women have not had the right to vote for even a century yet.

My mother, my grandmother and all the women who came before us had no say in the political process. Obviously, it's incumbent on me to take voting seriously, and I do.

We've come so far in one generation. One of my best friends, Trish Rose, is running for District Judge. I will certainly be voting for her and I hope if you're in Reno County you'll consider a vote for her, too.

The polls are open rom 7 a.m. to 7 p.m. tomorrow. Exercise your right to vote. People around the world are dying for the chance to have a say in their governments. Don't be so frivilous with something people give their lives for. Vote.

Weekend Ending

Had a little time in the studio this morning. I wish I could spend many more hours in there every day. It's one of the things that makes me really happy.

The weekend is ending and, yet again, I didn't have time to do everything I wanted to do while I was off work. I need to squeeze an extra 4-5 hours into every day it seems, and somehow still get some sleep. Or, I need to find a job that pays me a lot more money for fewer hours so I would have more non-work hours during the week.

I think I've come up with a new business card design I like. I want to leave it overnight and look at it with fresh eyes in the morning.

I had three things on my list for this weekend and I finished one, almost finished one and made some progress on the final one. Unfortunately, I didn't get any of the other things I had hoped might get done even started. I'm not sure how to find more hours in the days. I work on something pretty much every waking moment and I still can't get it all done.

And somewhere along the way I'd like to have a social life, too. I know, I've always wanted it all, what can I say? But I like my friends. I'd like to see them occasionally.

New Business Cards

I've been working off and on today on new business cards. I thought I had another box of cards, but apparently I don't, so I need to get some quickly. I've had personal cards for years, and apparently I go through them quicker than I realized.

So, I essentially have a blank canvas. I can do anything I want to do. This makes decisions difficult. I've been looking at pictures, deciding if I want to use something like that on the card.

Maybe black type on a white card would be the way to go - simplicity at its finest. It would be simpler, but I'm better that's not what I end up doing.

A New Take on the Political Process

Driving around going to yard sales today I ran across this sign. It says, "Re-elect No One." It's a different take on the political process I guess.

Full Day

My day started with an opportunity to touch something that flew on the Space Shuttle. How cool is that?



The museum just got a flag that flew on the final mission of Atlantis in May. It's still sealed in the fire retardant bag. And, the funniest part of it all to me - the bag is pink. You've got to love that.

At lunchtime today I did a social media training at the Chamber of Commerce. We had a full room, which was great.



The Social Media Club we've started offered this free training to the community. The Chamber's small business group was interested in it, so we partnered with them to make it happen. It was great to have it in the chamber board room - such a nice comfortable place.

I was so pleased that everyone who had registered for it came. We offered it for free, and one of the difficulties with that is that people sometimes don't take things seriously when they haven't paid for them. But everyone came.



Overall the evaluations were very positive. One person was negative - wanting more step by step instruction - but our goal was to give an overview of the tools and what you can do with them. That step by step process is just not possible without being in a training lab and being totally focused on that to the exclusion of anything else. And you can't do it with this large of a group. Fortunately, I've learned the library is offering just such a class in a couple of weeks, so people can get that there.

But, hopefully, most folks got something valuable out of it. It was a great opportunity for the Social Media Club and for the community.

It's rare for me to donate my time for these trainings since it's one of the consulting jobs I do on the side, but I made an exception because I thought it was just too perfect a chance for all concerned. Maybe when all my medical bills are paid I can do these sorts of donations more often.

The Days Zip By

The days are zipping by quickly. I'm working on projects as fast as I can but I can't seem to get everything done. So many interesting things to do and just not enough time to do them all.

I've giving a social media presentation tomorrow. This one is focused specifically on Facebook so it will be more straight-forward. I hope people get something valuable out of it.

I'm reminded of what Rebecca Ryan said last night about ideas are easy, it's making something happen that matters. I agree. But, things do have to start with an idea - a workable idea.

Ideas are a Dime a Dozen

After work today I attended an event at the Fox Theatre. The Growth Coalition asked Rebecca Ryan to skype with the community this afternoon. She made some comments and then there was a discussion about the seven index areas she lays out in her book.

The most insightful thing I heard all night was from Rebecca Ryan. "Ideas are a dime a dozen. It's execution that matters."

All I can say is, "Amen, Sister."

Acceptance, Enjoyment, Enthusiasm

"If you are not in the state of either acceptance, enjoyment, or enthusiasm, look closely and you will find that you are creating suffering for yourself and others."
--- Eckhart Tolle

When it seemed the whole world was reading "A New Earth," I, too, bought the book. Unlike many people who found it life-changing, I found it rather repetitive. I felt like he made his point with the flower story very early in the book and then just repeated himself for the next couple of hundred pages.

I put the book aside, and then picked it up again months later to discover I had stopped reading just as I was getting to the best part - the last few pages.

This quote is near the end of the book and it is something I felt worthy of highlighting and flagging. Tonight I picked up the book to look at the things I had marked and noticed this again. It still rings of truth to me.

When I think about times when I've been upset, often over petty things, I can't think of any circumstance where I was in one of those three states. The idea that you're causing pain to yourself or others when not in one of those states is sobering.

I've written these three words on an index card and put them near my computer so I'll be reminded of the concept every day. I'll be thinking more about this.

Home

The sky treated us to a magnificent cloud display tonight. As usual my photo doesn't do it justice.

I came home from having dinner with Greg and was standing in the front yard taking photos of the interesting clouds when he called to tell me there was a really cool cloud bank in the south west part of the sky. I decided to drive outside of town, where I could get a better look. A few miles and more than an hour later I returned home with 164 photos.

I was thinking as I was driving around in the country, keeping an eye on the sky, and stopping in the road to take photos regularly, that this is something I like about living here. I like being able look up at an interesting sky and jump in the car and be far enough out of town to get some nice photos while it's still happening.

It's things like this that are so easily taken for granted, and overlooked, when one is contemplating life changes. I'm not sure what it is about our brains that they seem built to accept our "norm" as something that's available to everyone all of the time, even though we know it's not true.

Whenever you make your home, there are some unique qualities and unusual challenges. "Home" is a concept I seem destined to wrestle with constantly. Kentucky is where I was born and where I spent more than the first couple of decades of my life and more "home" to me than anywhere else. I've lived in Kansas longer than that, and although it's where I own a home, I don't think of it as "home" in the same way.

"Home" is about the people, not the place, for me. I'm at home with my family in Kentucky and always will be. I'm at home surrounded by people who care about me in Kansas. That has nothing to do with geography.

When I get right down to it, it seems I don't have a geographic place where I feel at home, and that makes it easy for me to entertain moving. But, I haven't done it. Maybe if I discovered some place that seemed like I was destined to live there I would feel compelled to move and finally feel "at home" on that level, too. But I wouldn't give up people for geography.

Only once have I travelled anywhere and had the feeling of coming home to a place I had never been. Despite all the reasons it made no sense, the night I arrived in Paris I stood looking across the Seine, feeling my feet firmly planted on home territory. But, of course, I could not stay then, or on subsequent trips. And Paris would certainly not allow me to be outside the city, taking photos of a cloud scape, in just a few minutes. But it would offer its own spectacular moments that couldn't be matched elsewhere.

That's true of wherever you call home. It, no doubt, has some extraordinary attractions or you wouldn't be there. It probably has some things you're not completely in love with too. But, for whatever reason, it is home for the moment. Maybe for some "home" can only be one location. I'm not sure if I'm fortunate or unfortunate to feel differently.

Life in a Day

I've been taking video of various things all day long to provide to the "Life in a Day" project by Google and YouTube. It's a global experiment to provide a portrait of this one day on Earth. I capture a lot of moments. Don't know if anything will make it into the final product or not, but it was an interesting thing to do.

First thing this morning I took a video tour of the studio.

Life in a Day Global Experiment

Tomorrow I'll be participating in a global experiment, and you can too. "Life In A Day" is a user-generated feature film - a documentary, shot in a single day, by individuals around the world.

On 24 July, you have 24 hours to capture a glimpse of your life on camera. The most compelling and distinctive footage will be edited into an experimental documentary film, produced by Ridley Scott and directed by Kevin Macdonald.

Twenty-three hours and nineteen minutes left to participate as I write this. Go!

Small Towns and Forward Thinking

I love inventive ideas. You probably know that about me if you've read here for any amount of time.

This is an idea that has really impressed me. Garnett, Kansas, a town of about 3,400 people, put together a weekend getaway package with a $5,000 value. That, in and of itself, is amazing. They're auctioning it off as a fundraiser for the Kansas Sampler Foundation, which works to sustain rural culture.

I'm very impressed with what they pulled together. It's incredible what this small town was able to gather - a great place to stay, catered food, live entertainment and even an aerial tour.

Check out details at http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=230498788118. Scroll down and read what they organized. If that doesn't prove the ingeunity of small towns I don't know what does.

Brain Storming

I spent the whole day in a brain-storming meeting today. I was a bit nervous about the process for a variety of reasons, but it turned out well.

It was a very full day. I left home well before 7 a.m. and didn't get home until about 6 p.m., but the time was worth it.

Generally I love to brainstorm, but this was not a situation where I could let my brain roam totally free. But I think some good ideas came out of it.

I'm so grateful to Kevin Honeycutt, who gave us a day of his time, and led the discussion. It was inspiring. I'm excited by the possibilities.

Daily Writing

I've been writing almost every day since I was in grade school. I've never quite understood the desire, but cannot ignore it.

My friend, Martha, believes the act of writing every day helps a person define their thoughts and that's part of the reason I'm definitive about most things. I have to admit that often when I'm writing a train of thought occurs to me that I've never considered before. It sometimes leads to insights I don't think I would have had any other way.

At times I drift away from a practice of sitting down with pen and paper and writing something every day, and rely on keyboards and snippets of scrawled notes here and there. It's not the same as sitting down, paper and pen at hand, with the intention of writing your own thoughts down.

Lately I've been serious about doing this and it has given me a new approach to a couple of situations. I seem to need to be reminded of this occasionally.

Duly noted.

Wide Open Spaces

There's something wonderful about wide open spaces. When I'm desperate for some shade, I feel a bit less poetic about it. But, there is something to be said for seeing the landscape in stripes of color.

It does give one the impression that your thoughts can soar, which is a marvelous thing.

Fresh Peach Cobbler

My friend, Jill, has a peach tree. A prolific peach tree. Today she posted that she was bringing peaches to her office and anyone who wanted some could come by with a paper bag and help themselves.



I called her right after five to see if she was still at the office and still had peaches. The answer to both questions was "yes" so I ran by on my way home.



This called for getting out Mama's recipe. At some point when I was a kid I typed some of her recipes. Of course, now I wish I had the original recipes, but I do have a lot of them in her handwriting.



I had a little over two cups of peaches once they were peeled and cut.



It was a little too much for the dish, but I put a cookie sheet under it and let it run over the edges. I love those crusty edges.



Thanks for sharing, Jill!

Cages

My favorite book is Maya Angelou's "I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings." The reasons are myriad but one is because I, indeed, do know why the caged bird sings so I can relate.

Regardless of the circumstances one finds oneself in, there's a drive within us to express ourselves, our most true essences, our souls. Something within us yearns to be free, even if we are caged by demands of others or by bars we have installed ourselves. Sometimes we don't know if the bars we've put up are to keep others out or ourselves in. The effect is the same, but some are easier to get past than others.

We may not all be able to sojurn to foreign lands to find the bit of ourselves that needs to be let free like Elizabeth Gilbert did, but we all travel in our own ways. It may only be out to the garden, a walk in the neighborhood, or a night spent in quiet reflection, but we can all journey to our inner selves where we find the questions we need.

I've come to believe life is much more about the questions than the answers. The answers come easy. We almost always know them even before we ask the questions. But asking that question, when the answer we already know but don't want comfirmed is hanging out there unspoken, is difficult. But essential.

Not asking the question is yet another cage. And no matter how we decorate it, a cage keeps up apart from the truth, the others, the best.

Cages come in all shapes and sizes. What others believe about us, what we think about ourselves, and the roles we play can all be cages. Some roles we seek and some are thrust upon us. Despite their unexpected nature we sometimes embrace them and settle the mantle of matyrdom squarely on our shoulders.

Sometimes the cage is a real or perceived lack of time, motivation or interest. We speak words that build prison walls. And eventually learned helplessness takes over and we won't leave even when the door is opened because the cage has become comfortable. It's all we know. We can no longer dream of a world beyond the bars. So we live our lives in this small space, keeping ourselves within its confines.

But for some, breaking open the cage is all they can think about. They're always pushing and pulling, and trying something new. They are relentless. And when there's the slightest movement, a tiny glimmer of light, they redouble their efforts, certain they can gain their freedom.

They know why the caged bird sings, but it's not the only song they want to hear.

Ellinwood Kansas Underground Tunnels

This afternoon we visited the Underground Tunnels in Ellinwood, Kansas. In the 1800s this small Kansas town was a happening place above ground and below. Beneath the sidewalks were tunnels that led to a variety of stores, bath houses and saloons.



The walls are built of bricks made locally by the German immigrants that arrived in Kansas to discover there were not trees to build with.



The covers above ground offer a sunlit pattern below.





You can also see bits of history as you wander the tunnels, including some old wallpaper.



This weight was carried so when they needed to tie up their horses they could tie to the weight. The harnass shop is the first place you enter.



The tunnels house some interesting bits of history.





In 1979 the city of Ellinwood decided to collapse the tunnels because of an insurance concern. They pounded in the sidewalks from above, and then filled in the rest and built new sidewalks.

One of the town ladies fought to preserve her small portion of the tunnels and that's what you can tour today.

It's only $5 to tour, and well worth it. Call for tour times 620-564-2400 before you make the trip. I only live about 45 miles away and I've tried multiple times to go and this is the first time I've been able to connect with a tour time.

Third Thursday

Tonight was Third Thursday, after Coffee at the Cosmo this morning, so it has been a very full day. Mark is down for the weekend. It's the first time he has been here for a Third Thursday event. There's art, live music, and tonight the opening of a new store - The Owl Tree Bookstore. Mark was amazed at what was happening downtown - all the people, art and music.

It has prompted some conversation about communities and how they develop, the power of one person and their vision/drive, and friendships. So much to think about.

I'm blessed to have really smart friends, like Mark, who can intelligently discuss these sorts of topics.