Today’s one of a kind:
Some thoughts for today:
It was a little windy the other day on my short hike. My short hike is now right at 4miles. At times I walk a mile and not realize it with my mind on some subject.
I made and flew kites for many years, I started at 5 years old. In early spring it was my favorite past time. Clouds have always held my interest. I could lay on the grass and watch my kite and the clouds. I loved to see the shapes as they formed and morphed into animals, mountains, people and continents.
My favorite homemade kite was three sticks. My favorite paper was brown paper from the Dry Cleaners that came from the dry cleaners over dad and mom’s clothes. Now clear plastic is used. Fewer people send anything to the Dry Cleaners anymore. It must be 20-25 years since we used a Dry Cleaner service. (Didn’t mean to wander)
I never flew a Box kite. Kite were 10 cents, but I never bought one. Many times as many as 3-4 boys would be flying kites in the same field. There were lots of games. Ever send a message up to your kite? We would tear or slit a small square of 4-6” paper, slip it over you kite string and watched the wind take the paper up to your kite. I have brought my kite in with up to ten ‘messages’ still on it.
There was something magical about the tug of your kite,at times I added enough string to put it about out of sight. I had never flown in a plane and at the time and wondered what all my kite could see. Could it see all the way to the North Pole I wondered?
Today there are many model plane enthusiasts. Methinks Tom, down in Alabama still flies ‘em. Now there are drones, I bet the plane and drone flyers get the same feelings as I did, but they cannot be as ‘relaxing’ as holding a tethered flying machine. The kite mostly takes care of itself and lets you know it is doing well just with the tug it gives.
Sister Shirley loved play houses and I joined her at times, but she never joined me flying kites. I cannot remember a girl flying kites…
Just my mind wandering. The older I get the more it does that. I have to rein it in sometimes. Thanks for stopping by the Shipslog, I appreciate you taking the time…