Growing Up Wallace,Memories of the way we were- and anything else that crosses my mind.

Friday, August 17, 2018

Thursday Thought

But, “Let the one who boasts boast in the Lord.” For it is not the one who commends himself who is approved, but the one whom the Lord commends.
2 Corinthians 10:17-18 NIV

Sunday, August 12, 2018

Wallace On Display

Culture-the way of life of a particular people, esp. as shown in their ordinary behavior and habits, their attitudes toward each other, and their moral and religious beliefs
 the arts of describing, showing, or performing that represent the traditions or the way of life of a particular people or group; literature, art, music, dance, theater, etc. 

So, that is what culture is. In a town, the culture is also interchangeable with the "heart of the town", the pulse, the vibrations, the feeling. Every town in America has a culture, known or unknown to the residents, it does permeate and dictate the way they feel about their town, their neighbors, their schools, religious institutions, and most of all, how they feel about themselves. 

I wonder how the current residents of Wallace describe the culture in Wallace now as opposed to the culture of days gone by. 

I am going to ask around, think about it myself and get back to this blog subject later.

Have a great Sunday.

It's Too Noisey.

I am tired of the noise, and I am tired of the strife. I am tired of the name-calling, and I am tired of the schoolyard immature "your side did it, so our side can do it" comebacks. I am not calling out either political party or any one person. I am just asking for a little peace and quiet.

I am tired of the noise.

Thursday, August 9, 2018

Cat Tales

Oh my, I can hardly keep my eyes open today.  We were up all night with a sick
 cat. Now, she is not just any cat, she is our baby. She is eating and is much better this morning, but we were panicked stricken with the thought of losing her. Come on, admit it, you love your pet like a child, too.

When I was not much more than a toddler growing up in lower Burke area, we had a coal black tom named Dinky. Our backyard was a mountain, and a short distance up the hill was an old wooden flume.

One day Dinky decided to go exploring on the mountain. I saw him go up the hill, and in my 4-year-old mind, I thought that he would be injured or killed unless I followed him. So, without a word to my mother, up the hill, I went.

Dinky had by now discovered the old broken wooden flume, and he was inside it trekking down towards Wallace,  By now I was sure that I would never see him again, and I was crying as I reached the flume and began the same path that Dinky was on.

My mother could hear my cries of anguish and like all good mothers, she assumed that I was in dire straits and that perhaps even a mountain lion had me. So, up the hill went my mother. She was calling out my name, I was crying hysterically by now, and Dinky was continuing his outing, oblivious to the mayhem that he was creating.

To cut to the chase, I went back down the hill with my mother, who was also now crying and making me promise that I would never, ever, do that again.

Of course, Dinky, being the true Tom that he was, returned home unharmed when it was dinner time. My, how I loved that old black cat!

Be good to your pet. They are family.

Wednesday, August 8, 2018

The Snail Days of Wallace

I guess that dogs will do, but if I could choose any critter that best represents me when the temperatures rise well beyond 80 degrees, and the air is stagnant with smoke, it would have to be a snail.

When the snail is disturbed, it simply withdraws or pulls itself back into its shell. The snail also retreats into its shell and seals the entrance in dry weather to protect its body from drying up. A snail is most active at night and on cloudy days. It does not like the sunshine very much. During very cold weather or winter, it hibernates in the ground.

Yes, that is me. I stay up until around 2 AM, get up at 6AM, and when it is hot, I curl up and stay indoors all day. When the sun goes down, out I come.

Judging by the forecast for the next few days, it looks like I will be disappearing for a bit.
Here is your Wallace forecast.

Aug 8th     H-95   L-72
Aug 9th     H-102 L-78
Aug 10th   H-104 L-65

Thursday, August 2, 2018

Gentrfying The Un-Gentrfied

Gentrification has raised that ugly head in my old stomping grounds, The South Bronx. Say it ain't so, please. While bankers, contractors, and high rolling developers clap their greedy hands together in glee, images of condos and massive rents dash through their heads.

The Bronx sheds the image of urban blight, becomes latest target of New York City's relentless gentrification The Bronx, once written off by buyers and renters alike, is becoming the next front in New York City's gentrification wars The formerly blighted South Bronx has developed a moniker among real estate professionals as "SoBro" -- suggestive of one of Manhattan's ritziest neighborhoods The dizzying pace of change is leaving some residents fearful for the future, as one lifelong resident told CNBC.

Hey, I loved the tiny stores on the corners, the scent of danger mixed with the foul garbage odor, the loud boom boxes blasting the night air, and the down to earth friendliness of the people. Yes, they could be oh so scary, but if you treated them with a modicum of respect, they could be your best friend, the one who had your back on the mean streets of the South Bronx.

Gentrification has swept the nation. Coeur d' Alene seems to be ashamed of the working past, and instead embraces condos, upscale shops, 4-star hotels, and sky-high rents. The lower working class need not apply.

What could be next-Wallace-could Wallace be gentrified? The mere thought of it is so disgusting that- well, you fill in the blanks.

Monday, July 30, 2018

August-It Has No Purpose

I hate to see July come to a close because one the evil triad of months awaits with its oven roasting temperatures and long boring nights . Yes, I am talking about August. UGH!

It is my least favorite month of the year. What is the purpose of August, anyway? When we were young, it only served as the month that separated summer vacation from the start of the school year. By August, I was tired of the Wallace swimming pool, Little League was over, and there was nothing but long, hot, burning, days. Wallace had precious few air-conditioners, and my family had exactly none. My upstairs bedroom on Cedar Street was unbearable. I actually longed for the start of the school year and the Fall foliage, the colors of gold, and the cool night air.

My younger sister was born in August, the 7th to be exact, and I was nine the summer she was born. I remember it was 103 degrees that day. My poor mother must have been miserable at the old Wallace Hospital on Cedar.

As an adult, it didn't get much better. People in the hotel world hate August. Well, the owners don't because they make a pile of money, but managers and front line employees hate it because the tourists are getting nastier and nastier. August is the month that  sweet family vacation turns into the Manson family vacation.
I often wondered why some people even bothered to take vacations. They never seemed to have fun, and they were always angry, fighting with each other and being rude and obnoxious to the front desk people,
I could not wait for August to end, and all of the monsters were gone home.

I welcome the end of August with open arms. August has no purpose.

Wednesday, July 25, 2018

But, Where Are The People?

Growing up Wallace there was the ongoing conversation about why are there were always so many cars in downtown Wallace, but you didn't see the people. Empty parking spaces in Wallace were hard to find, and for us old times, we remember that Wallace had parking meters in those days strictly enforced by the City of Wallace Police Department.

One can kind of understand when Wallace was booming, and miners populated the downtown apartments that were numerous above banks, stores, and doctor offices. The bars and other downtown entertainment proved plenty of reason for cars on Friday and Saturday nights.

There is one big difference between 2018 Wallace and my Wallace. The population is about 1/3 now of what it was then, most of the mines are either closed, on strike, or only skeletons of what they once were. And yes, the streets are still full of cars. The meters are gone, there is slanted parking on downtown streets, and yes, just like in my growing up Wallace days, the streets are still full of cars, and once again the question must be asked, "Where are all the people that belong to so many cars?"

Thursday, July 19, 2018

Dreams Are Funny Things

Deams are funny things. Sometimes they are haha funny, sometimes they are bizarre, sometimes they are terrifying, and sometimes they are well, let's just say they can be pleasurable. Sometimes they are trying to tell us something, and sometimes they are just a regurgitation of the events of the day.

The past several years I have had numerous dreams about Wallace High classmates. Many, many years have passed since I have seen most of my classmates, but my dreams remind me that there is something missing in my life, There is a piece that has been hidden by the sands of time.

The dream seems so real. I can see them, and yes, they are still young, still bursting with energy, and still years away from retirement. I see them as I remember them, and I have now made contact with many of them on FB. Yes, I see their pictures on FB, but in my mind's eye, they are still the teenagers that I knew back then.

I am so glad that my dreams urged me to make contact with them. Dreams are funny things. Pleasant dreams, everyone.

Saturday, July 7, 2018

Saturday Thoughts

Diversity to some liberals means,' Think like me, act like me, vote like me, and shun everyone else." That is not openness, that is not diversity.