Just stuff…

 Memorable Automobiles from The Past:

 

They did not make a US car in 1945, but this was the new 1946 Dodge.

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 7^th 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).