What is it with folks who like to rub someone’s back in church? A year or so ago we were at a funeral and the lady in front of us continually rubbed the back of the girl beside her, I think it was a daughter.
Today, the lady in front of us was continually rubbing the back of the young man next to her. I know her and she is a sweet lady, the second wife of a dear friend. The young boy is a step son. They have a good relationship.
Of course I am easily distracted. I evidently caused distraction as a young married fellow, I was a kisser. Folk who were kids back then have said, “Sherry was ALWAYS kissing Jack!” I always say, “I know, and it was so embarrassing!”.
I took my reading glasses to church this morning. I could see the small key board on my kindle, I kept up with the pastor for awhile. I finally lost, so I gave up and resumed reading the dictionary. I was down to the word ‘iron’. Such an interesting word. IRON? yes. I remember studying the stone age, bronze age and the iron age. You have to be a curious person, for iron to make an impression. Big deal, humans started using iron for tools and implements.
I wish I had a enjoyed a teacher who would impress on me the technical steps required to be able to HAVE iron for implements. Thank the Lord, we have always had smart people (scientists) who could think ‘outside the box’ as they say today. The iron age started around 1300BC can you imagine how someone got a furnace hot enough to melt the iron out of the ore? Melt point is 2800F boiling point over 5000F. Or better yet, who thought of it?
Of course I had to look up the atomic weight, it is 26 and the symbol for iron is Fe (for ferrous).
You needed that, right?
Ah, I remember now, we iron clothes (or used to), we even iron out our problems. Then of course there is the ‘Iron’. Yeah we still have one, Sherry’s ironing board is our kitchen table. Some of you folks use a nine ‘iron’ on the golf course.
Mama had a dictionary that had pictures of iron workers pouring red molten iron from huge iron pots. I still remember the men were bathed in sweat.
We even eat iron!
So return to your ironing and I will find a picture of an iron horse.
Yeah I know, if I could still hear I would be listening to the preacher instead of dreaming up this silly stuff.
The Iron Horses