Memorable Automobiles from The Past:
Today:
My
first school desks still had an ink-well spot.
I always wondered what type of ink container was used. My early desks
had names carved in them. I always wondered how many whippings boys got for
that! By the time I was in school 1945, we used pens and pencils. By the 7th
grade I was good at sharpening all of Mrs. Grill’s pencils after school and
washing the black boards. I was her pet. She liked me to stay after school and
help… ;-)
The ink well was that 3" hole upper right corner of the desk
In the mid 1950’s the 'affordable' ball point pen was introduced. Some good and some NOT. The ‘ink pen’ was always popular, I even had
one with a cartridge that slipped in vs. pumping it in from a bottle of ink with
the little lever on the side. One thing
the student learned, you ain’t gonna erase a mistake, I do not remember 'white-out' back then. I really enjoyed writing
with a pen, I preferred black ink.
Now a days
I have accidently bought some very good pens that flow like an ink pen, love
them. It appears to be a ball point and is, but the ink does not skip. I also
prefer the ‘fine’ points, for some reason.
Funny thing no matter
how many we have, there are times one is not in reach.
I want
to leave the entry with this:
WE all know the butterfly does not
have a normal birth. It starts as a worm and must crawl all its natural life.
I was taught that elephants 'much bigger than that little worm' knows when it
is gonna die and heads to a predestined place to pass.
Sean (of the South) mentioned the transition of the worm to butterfly
once in one of his blog entries. He posed the question, “Wonder if the worm
knows it is soon going to fly, or is he preparing for death? Is it surprised
one day when he breaks out of the cocoon and can dart around flying above the
ground and bushes he used to crawl on?” That must be an amazing experience. Do you see and relationship to our beliefs? Are we spinning a spiritual cocoon?
Nite Shipslog
PS: It's probably no
surprise, but tomorrow we will go on vacation (If the coach starts!). Next blog entry will be from South Carolina
(near Parris Island).