Re- Recycle, Reuse, Reunion, Refuel, Restart, and Remember

Published by Twigg on 2014-08-11

This has been a summer of using things again, of doing things again, of repeating things again.

I have started sketching the layout for a book based on some of the histories presented in this website. The story of my forefathers has led me back to the Thames River as mentioned in an earlier blog. Specifically to the era of the famous renaissance London Bridge with the chapel dedicated to Thomas Becket and the fine homes built up over the roadway of the bridge. As I was organizing my pages of drafts I found a suitable loose-leaf binder to hold the project. This binder happened to be one I used for collecting rules for games during the years I had lunch duty with a young assistant P.E. teacher. We tried doing some group games one day a week during lunch. This gave some variety to the break for the kids and distracted them from some of the games that often ended in conflicts or injuries.

The serendipity here was the games viewable first on opening this notebook directly relate to my story. In the left cover pocket I found a collection of bridge games including several versions of London Bridge is Falling Down. The game at the front of the binder was Ship’s Captain, also known as Port & Starboard. What more appropriate games to keep filed with a family history that begins with a mariner whose life and career begin in a district of the Thames adjacent to the London Bridge?

Last week my wife and I went to visit our son and his family in the San Francisco area. One of our excursions took us to the Haight-Ashbury district. Of course we took our picture in front of Ben & Jerry’s Ice Cream. “Love, Peace, and Ice Cream!” We also took time to shop at Bound Together Bookstore. This store is entirely run by volunteers. They call it An Anarchist Collective. You can find them at

Oh, yes! I did purchase some books while at Bound Together. I a book of poems by Alice Walker, whose novels I have enjoyed, and an important novel by Sinclair Lewis, It Can’t Happen Here. This story by Lewis was first published in 1935, but is seems to capture the danger we face here in the twenty-first century. Look for notes soon on my Reading Now blog.

Flying home on Friday from the seed-bed of Sixties radicalism, I traveled Saturday to the fiftieth reunion of my 1964 high school class. It as a pleasure to visit old friends and to meet a few that I had not known back then. Most of us are retired now, yet a few are retooling for new careers, some having moved to be near aging parents are free now to move to their own preferred destinations. I like what one of our classmates wrote: It is a time of refueling for new adventures. I have been reading Jules Verne’s accounts of the the explorations of the world. It was not unusual for expeditions to lose ships and even the majority of their crew while charting the seas for future generations. Like those early explorers, our class has lost part of the crew. At this fifty year milestone, we are perhaps fortunate to have only lost about ten percent of our strength.

To my readers and classmates I wish a hearty “Bon voyage!” as you continue your life’s journeys.


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