Oddities, Profundities, Profanities and Dad Stuff

Author: Justin Matthews (Page 6 of 76)

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posting woes

It has been quite a while since I have posted on here.  I don’t know why exactly, just life got in the way, or I just didn’t have the desire.  I finally came up with a solution to some registrar problems and that is why my URL has slightly changed.  I worked quite a while last night on getting links changed and things working correctly on my blog here, and it is mostly fixed.  The podcasts are still a mess, another issue with Amazon S3 that we wont get into.  Here is the thing that I found the most strange after all of this, I got everything set up because I wanted to post something again.  Then, I got into a blank post editor and I didn’t know what I wanted to do.  I have looked at this screen off and on for about 9 hours now, and I am finally writing something.  I am kind of confused because I did want to post.  Bring a little of that old cathartic magic back, but when it was time to step up and do it, I drew a blank.  I didn’t want to write.  I guess I was just content to let the site lie.  I don’t know how many people are actually reading this blog anymore, I don’t really care.  There are so many blogs out there, who can keep track of them all?  When I started in this adventure, there were many but not overly flooded like there is now.  I started podcasting because it was cool, and I really wanted to have my own private radio station.  Now the market is so flooded that I don’t know that I should bother.  I think I will stick to writing and maybe have a Talk Like a Pirate Day podcast and that is all.  I just don’t know what to do for sure.  Write, put it out there and hope that there is someone who googles for just the right thing to bring them to some profound post that I have written.  Even the Stay at Home Dad market seems to be flooded and we are not such a novelty anymore.  Bah.  I am just going to rant for a while and post.  I need the discipline of writing often and well so that I can finish my book by the end of the year.  That is the goal, the resolution, the ultimatum from the wife.  We will see what happens.  Comment down below if you feel so inclined, if not, no worries.  Just know you were here for the first post of the reboot…

Later

-Justin

Cassette Tapes

A heap of old and unwanted cassette tapes.
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Were any of you like me, laden with a huge bag full of cassette tapes?  Did you ever hit a point where you got rid of the outer cases because you figured out that you could put 2 tapes top to bottom in the same space as one in a case?

Ahh cassettes.  I grew up with cassettes and walkmans.  I used to record my record so that I could take them everywhere and still listen.  I would record those brand new cd’s onto cassette so that I could listen to them in my car.  Do you remember the places where the tape got stretched and had a few seconds of higher pitched music?

Do you remember exactly where the breaks were at the end of the tape?  Did it piss you off when the CD of your favorite album came out on CD and the songs were in a different order!?!?  (I am talking to you EMI with Queen’s Greatest Hits)

Or how about the points where you had to unscrew the shell and retape together the broken ends.  Inevitably it would skip right there and become more of the charm of the tape.  Did you stay up all night Sunday nights to record Dr. Demento so that you could listen to him all week?  Did you ever long for a double deck system so that you could dub tapes because holding a headphone of your Walkman up to the microphone of another set just didn’t have the same, well any quality?

Now we have cd’s and I don’t know of many cassette players around.  I don’t have one in either of my cars, my old Walkman has given up, my old stereo doesn’t play them anymore, it just eats them.

I did find a whole bunch of my old tapes the other day in the case that I used to haul around in my truck.  I opened it up and saw some of my old compilation tapes that I had made, and some of the old Dr. Demento tapes.  I can’t quite remember all of the songs that are on those tapes now, but I can remember which ones were the good ones, the ones I would listen to for hours.

I am sure that most of them would sound like crap if I cranked them up today.  I know that I keep meaning to get rid of them, I have for the 4 years since we moved.  I just haven’t done it yet.  Somewhere in the back of my mind I think I will get an old player and hook the thing into my computer and record off those old songs that I loved all of those years ago.

Come to think of it, my daughters new stereo has a cassette player in it….

I would love to hear your stories of times with your Cassettes.  Stories about the one that broke and got replaced the next day, stories about the ones you got for Christmas that never got side B played because side A was so good.

Please regale me and the rest of us with your stories in the Comments section as well as digg, stumble, facebook, linked in and twitter!

Thanks for reading!

Justin

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The fishing is imminent….

I feel like singing that old Tom Lehrer song, “Spring is here, Spring is here…” Oh here, just watch it.

While there may not be many pigeons meeting their demise at my hands, I can’t say the same for the fish.  The ice is melting, the sun is shining, the fish are hungry and so am I.  I just recently cleaned out my garage and nicely stacked my fishing gear near the door.  I am almost ready to put them permanently in the car for the summer.

I just love to fish.  I like to teach people how to fish.  I like to read about fishing so that I can be better at fishing.  This summer I will be fishing less and less, thanks to the money grubbing (insert your own insulting adjective here) people who sell gas and are making it hit $4 per gallon.  I can’t afford to go fishing; very often.

I will still manage a few trips to the over fished community ponds, and maybe I will take a long hike to a couple of lakes, but that will probably be it. I am not even going to register my boat this year, I don’t know that it will get used.  But I will still have my fishing license.  A side story on that, I was buying a little pistol last year for my birthday and I neglected to take in 2 current forms of address verification.  I only had one utility bill, but they were able to accept my fishing license as proof of address because it was issued by the state.  Second best thing I have ever used my license for.

Anyhow, most of you know that we are headed to Florida this year for my daughters Make A Wish.  No, I don’t think I will have any great deep sea fishing moments, and Disney only lets you fish in a couple of the lakes if you are a guest of the resort, but the place we are staying for the first part of the trip is made just for kids getting their wish granted.  They have all sorts of things geared to kids of all abilities and restrictions, including a fishing pond.  I do believe that I am going to volunteer to help these kids fish.

Some of them will never have had the opportunity to fish and I can only hope that they will get into the sport.  Some will only ever be able to fish there.  How could I not help?  Well, if they will let me.  I am going to try though.

For a long time I thought fishing was the best thing ever.  Now, after teaching my kids to fish, I find that bringing in new people is awesome.  My kids were asking me yesterday when we were going to go fishing.  They have the bug.  My 11 year old wants to learn to fly fish.  That may as well be Christmas morning to me.

So, for now, I will clean my gear, respool my reels, and hope that I can get out soon.  What about you all?  Do you fish?  Do you want to fish?  Are you willing to split gas so we can go together?  I would go with my friend Bob but Georgia is even further away than the mountains here.  Let me know what you all think down there in the comments.

Have a great day.

-Justin

 

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It has happened, the older generation is gone.

A while ago I wrote a post about my aunt and going to her house in the desert and what was happening and what would happen when she was gone.  Well, this week she is gone.  She passed away last Saturday morning and I was asked to give a eulogy.  I’ll tell you, this was the hardest thing I have ever written.  I decided to just post the whole thing instead of trying to rehash it.  This is the first post.  Read it here.

 

It seems almost everyone knew her as Aunt Nora. She was a woman hard to define in just a few words, and I don’t know that we will ever know the real extent of her contributions to the world.

We are gathered here today in one of her favorite spots on the planet; this little white church.   I can feel her even now, looking down on us, coaxing each of us to hold to our faith, no matter the denomination. Her faith in the Lord never wavered in all of the years that I have been alive, and I believe it was never stronger than when she had this entire church join in with her praying for a miracle for my daughter. That miracle was realized when Amelia got her kidney transplant. It has shown me the power of applied faith, and group prayers, and leaves no doubt to the mercy of our Heavenly Father.

Since then, we have been down here, and joined her in this very church, thanking the Lord for his grace and mercy. Nora never wavered in her belief in the Almighty. She knew without question His love and grace. Now that she has returned home to our Father, I know that she is happy. She is where she always knew that she would end up.

They asked me to talk a little about what I remembered of Aunt Nora. Well, she was always there, always so permanent. She was my Dad’s aunt, my great-aunt, and my kids’ great-great-aunt, but she always seemed a bit more like Grandma. She was one of the strongest, most stubborn people that I have ever known. Life never seemed to get her down for long, she always rolled with whatever life gave her, and came out even stronger at the end.

She always had a story about either overcoming adversity, or making the best with what you had. She has told us countless stories of growing up in Indiana, helping to raise her brothers and sister, and having a home filled with love.

She was an inspiration to my family as we began to learn to overcome the obstacles that life throws at us. She always told us that we just had to have faith in the Lord, and he would take care of us. I know that this is true. She has helped to teach us about growing our own garden, and cooking everything from scratch. She was always more than excited to hand off a recipe or a little trick to get vegetables to produce more, or to save the fruit trees from bugs.

Her home is covered with pictures and mementos of her life. It is like a museum dedicated to her family. There are so many people in those pictures that I don’t know, but she knew them all. She could tell a story about every person in every picture. Many times that was all she wanted for Christmas or her birthday, was more pictures of the family.

My kids loved to come down to Aunt Nora’s. She gave them the rock hound bug and now they don’t go anywhere without picking up rocks and hoping for a treasure. I got that bug early as well. I can remember lots of times we would go picnicking in the mountains around here and come home with a bucket of rocks to polish.

She was the last of what I always thought of as the “older generation” on my Dad’s side of the family. Now, all we have left of that generation is memories of those who grew up without television, cell phones or the internet. There is a break in the history now, and I have to remember what Nora taught me of her generation, from their history, to their exploits, to their epic hunting trips, to their working conditions in the mines, and of times when life was much simpler. Times when siting on the patio and talking was prime entertainment.

I feel privileged to have known my Aunt Nora for my nearly 40 years. I am glad that my 4 kids knew her. I am glad that they are old enough to have heard some of those stories as well as learned some of the values and sensibilities of her generation that seem so old fashioned and worn out now. I try really hard to keep some of those values alive and not let my kids become like what much of the world is becoming nowadays.

This world will not be the same without Nora.  I don’t know exactly how many people were blessed by her influence over these past 92 years, but I am sure the list is long. The good that she brought into this community, and to this world will never be forgotten. Years from now Nora will be remembered by the people that she came in contact with, and those who they came in contact with and so on.

I know that she is finally, completely at peace. She has been welcomed to Heaven and has been reunited with her family that has gone before her. I really wish I could have seen her smile when Jesus opened the gates for her and said, “Welcome Home Nora, I am well pleased.”

Farewell to the last

You’ve had more life than most will ever, Your book of deeds is full,

            From rocks to mail, from fish to deer, Your life is now come whole.

            For Jesus welcomed you this week, With his sweet and open arms.

            He has watched you from afar, And knows of all your many charms.

            Much more to us you ever were, Than just a simple Aunt,

A teacher, friend, a grandmother too, who never said “You can’t.”

You’ve told us all the stories, That we did hunger for,

And prayed with us for guidance, Then showed us so much more.

The things you knew that no one else, Remembers now today,

You passed on to us on the porch at night, To ever guide our way.

You kept your head up, Through trials and troubles too,

You kept your faith and remembered well, That Jesus would see you through.

And now this life is over, The next in Heaven starts,

Where you’ll be teaching others, To keep the Lord close in their hearts.

I’d love to’ve seen your face, When Jesus welcomed you home,

And said, “Welcome Nora my dear, dear, one, You’ve nowhere else to roam.”

We will greatly miss you here, Upon this mortal coil,

Yet feel your spirit watching o’er us, As we finish with our toils.

Rest well my dear Aunt Nora, In our hearts you’ll always be,

Rest with those you love in Heaven, We will always remember thee.

We’re going to miss you Aunt Nora, we will never forget you.

 

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