Where to begin?… let’s just start at the end. Sofia and I (Mom stayed home this year) were in central NY last week from Monday until Sunday and look what I got (not only the beer)…
Now, I don’t get excited about haberdashery, ever, but… a buckskin jacket! Of course, I showed it to Mom and she laughed and then got a concerned look on her face and said, “you’re not going to wear that in public?” to which I replied, “I’m gonna wear it everywhere”. Then a bit later, she changed strategies and calmly said, “you know, it’s really not you’re style”. What, does she think I just rode in from New Jersey on a pickup truck?… what’s my style? Maybe she means the style I represent in all the men’s magazines called the “limping, hobbling, curmudge with plantar fasciitis sneakers and wrangler jeans look”. I don’t have a style, I live in a style vacuum… of course, this buckskin jacket is gonna change all that. I went to lunch today and already received an offer for it (kinda). The devoted reader may already know this because I’ve said it before but despite my age and infirmities, I still have catlike reflexes and so I figured since I rarely get a pic taken for the blog, I would include one that shows (without having to use your imagination much) how the buckskin will enhance my lightning quick reflexes even more…
So we stayed at my sister’s house, it’s the one with no internet. Anyway, she had this picture on her refrigerator that I had never seen and depicts my grandparents in a rowboat in Ontario somewhere about to go or coming back from fishing…
This is more how I remember grandpa than the picture in the post I did about him here. The day after I noticed this picture I went to my cousin’s house for a day of beers which I will post about soon. He had this book…
It’s strange to have a book published about where you grew up but there it was with a chapter on Chadwicks, which was the tiny town that I grew up in. Of particular fascination to me was seeing pictures of how the town looked even before I was born. Here’s a pic of the street I grew up on…
Our house is circled and of course the two paths with trees planted betwixt were eventually replaced by a somewhat paved road and American Elms planted. The elms were destroyed by dutch elm disease when I was young and now the street looks like many neighborhoods in America. Sofia and I did a drive-by and the house is in great disrepair and the back yard looks like a junkyard… but it happened so gradually that probably only someone who drives by every ten years or so would notice. The street was named school street because there was a school on it and coincidentally the clever originality of this naming scheme was somehow absorbed by me as a child and I still wield it today to do my bidding. Here’s the school which was an apartment building by time I came along…
The apartment building was owned by Charlie O’Connor and he didn’t like children or maybe he just didn’t like us but I’m eternally grateful for his use of a plow attached to his pickup truck which created large snowbanks at the end of our sled run down the hill into his parking lot. But the most remarkable thing about this book to me was this picture…
The girl on the far left is my aunt Eleanor (who I got to see twice while visiting) and the third child from the right is my dad. A motley crew no doubt but as I don’t have many pics of my dad as a boy, I was thrilled to see it. So Aunt Eleanor married Uncle Leo and had Marcel, amongst others and he was also at my cousin’s drinking beer this year. I have never called Marcel anything but Jib and here’s a pic of Jib (not a very good one but we were imbibing and of the 2 I took, this is the better one, Jib’s on the left, my brother Ken on the right)…
To make a complete circle and end where I started, Jib and my aunt play a game where she tries to throw things away and Jib tries to keep her from throwing them away and one of those things was the buckskin jacket that his dad, my uncle and godfather Uncle Leo, had made a long time ago from a deer that he had killed hunting. Apparently the jacket was in a bit of a state of disrepair after being neglected for years and Jib wanted to know if I was interested in having it. He spent some time nurturing it back to health with various leather restoration products and I think it looks pretty good… thanks Jib. Posted some more pots in the etsy store today (clicking goes to etsy)…