The one place, even as a "tween", that I felt at peace, that I felt any kind of hope for myself...was in Bellingham Washington.
I was born in Albany, NY, moved to Las Vegas, NV when I was four, then when I was around nine or ten, my mother and I packed almost everything we owned and moved to Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. After three months of living there, we moved only thirty minutes south to a small pacific bay town called Bellingham, Washington. The apartment we lived in wasn't so grand, but man I'll never forget the view from our bay window. During the day you could see the whalers (instead of fishermen) coming in with almost nothing but a few thousand lbs of whale meat. But dear God, at night...that bay in Bellingham shined from the lights of Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. I loved it. I miss it. I miss waking up, opening the window and smelling that warm, gorgeous aroma of the pacific ocean.
Now, mind you, if you've all heard of Twilight or read it or watched it, you'll know that the Olympic Peninsula IS the wettest place to live in the continental US. Well, you can only guess where Bellingham is. About 2 hours north of the Forks, Washington...north east to be exact. Never been to Forks but I have been to Port Angeles. Great food there.
The biggest part that I miss about Bellingham was the walks my mom and I always made down to the bay. Getting tanned, feeling that warm sea spray on us. I want to go back so bad.
Maybe I will one day.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
The one Item that I own that brings back memories.
I remember being three years old when it was given to me. My late grandfather was an artist and a great man. I remember for my third birthday what he made for me, and what he gave to me.
The item that I am talking about is a painting. See my favorite Disney character is and always will be Goofy. My grandpa painted me a portrait of Goofy in Firefighter attire with my grandpa's old latter number on the hat that he painted on Goofy. He used the colors red, black, yellow, peach, and orange. Also painted on it in red lettering is "Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas to my little Peanut!" I remember him setting it on my lap like it was just yesterday. That was twenty years ago. Wow.
The item that he gave me to go along with that painting, which was placed behind it, was a very expensive water color painting. I don't quite remember what that painting looks like, nor do i care to look seeing as that painting is older than some of you, my followers. It very fragile.
I remember what my grandpa said to me before he passed away. He said "Peanut, do you remember that painting I made for you?" "Yes grandpa, I do, it's hanging in my room right now above my bed." "Good. Now, do you remember what's behind it?" "Of course I do grandpa." "Good. I must tell you something about that painting. That painting is very old. Almost older than me." "Really?" " Yes, wanna know where I got it from?" So he was finally going to tell me where he got this very nice painting from. "Yes" I said. Then he says to me with a very big smile on his face "I got that from Hitlers home after the war was over after my troops and I seized his home."
After hearing that, I just about soiled myself. Here it was, a remaining piece of something that once belonged to Hitler. How would you feel if you were given this news?
I still have both paintings. Will I ever get rid of the painting from Hitler? It's worth alot of money i'm sure, but no, i would never. It's items like that that brings back fond memories of my grandpa.
The item that I am talking about is a painting. See my favorite Disney character is and always will be Goofy. My grandpa painted me a portrait of Goofy in Firefighter attire with my grandpa's old latter number on the hat that he painted on Goofy. He used the colors red, black, yellow, peach, and orange. Also painted on it in red lettering is "Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas to my little Peanut!" I remember him setting it on my lap like it was just yesterday. That was twenty years ago. Wow.
The item that he gave me to go along with that painting, which was placed behind it, was a very expensive water color painting. I don't quite remember what that painting looks like, nor do i care to look seeing as that painting is older than some of you, my followers. It very fragile.
I remember what my grandpa said to me before he passed away. He said "Peanut, do you remember that painting I made for you?" "Yes grandpa, I do, it's hanging in my room right now above my bed." "Good. Now, do you remember what's behind it?" "Of course I do grandpa." "Good. I must tell you something about that painting. That painting is very old. Almost older than me." "Really?" " Yes, wanna know where I got it from?" So he was finally going to tell me where he got this very nice painting from. "Yes" I said. Then he says to me with a very big smile on his face "I got that from Hitlers home after the war was over after my troops and I seized his home."
After hearing that, I just about soiled myself. Here it was, a remaining piece of something that once belonged to Hitler. How would you feel if you were given this news?
I still have both paintings. Will I ever get rid of the painting from Hitler? It's worth alot of money i'm sure, but no, i would never. It's items like that that brings back fond memories of my grandpa.
What it means to me to be an intellectual beggar...
To me, to be an intellectual beggar means you have good intentions, and you need to survive. I mean, think about it. You're out of money, you're out of food, no help, family is gone, no friends, nothing. You need to survive somehow.
I mean it is just sad to actually see people in this world that have to do that in order to survive. Can you just imagine yourself, on the corner of an intersection, or the exit to an express-way, or outside a store. With a cardboard sign that reads "will do ________ for food or for money". Some people are intellectual beggars that have the bigger picture in their grasps, they just need to have some help along the way. Then there are other "types" of beggars that hold those same signs just for money to buy drugs or alcohol. I ask this, "Why help anyone when you can't tell who are the "intellectual beggars" or the "clueless beggars"?"
It's a hard thing knowing that there are people out there living like that. Out on the streets with no help. But what can someone like me, or you for that fact, do?
Why don't we just be honest right now and say what we really fell about ANY type of beggars. Forget about them and move on, live our own lives right? No, that would be the wrong thing to say if said out loud. We may think about saying it but noone actually really says it because some people have morals and politeness.
In my opionion, and i'm saying it, i'm gonna look at these people, think, "man i feel sorry for that person", and just move on with my life. I believe we can only help ourselves, even when receiving it. We were born alone, we live alone, we die alone.
I mean it is just sad to actually see people in this world that have to do that in order to survive. Can you just imagine yourself, on the corner of an intersection, or the exit to an express-way, or outside a store. With a cardboard sign that reads "will do ________ for food or for money". Some people are intellectual beggars that have the bigger picture in their grasps, they just need to have some help along the way. Then there are other "types" of beggars that hold those same signs just for money to buy drugs or alcohol. I ask this, "Why help anyone when you can't tell who are the "intellectual beggars" or the "clueless beggars"?"
It's a hard thing knowing that there are people out there living like that. Out on the streets with no help. But what can someone like me, or you for that fact, do?
Why don't we just be honest right now and say what we really fell about ANY type of beggars. Forget about them and move on, live our own lives right? No, that would be the wrong thing to say if said out loud. We may think about saying it but noone actually really says it because some people have morals and politeness.
In my opionion, and i'm saying it, i'm gonna look at these people, think, "man i feel sorry for that person", and just move on with my life. I believe we can only help ourselves, even when receiving it. We were born alone, we live alone, we die alone.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)