2.16.2022 – a long, gentle curve

a long, gentle curve
hardly realize we’re talking
love, family, life

Based on the short passage:

I think of all the things I’ll want to talk to the catcher about. I’ll guide the conversations, like taking a car around a long, gentle curve in the road, and we’ll hardly realize that we’re talking of love, and family, and life, and beauty, and friendship, and sharing …

From the book, Shoeless Joe by W.P. Kinsella.

Most folks are more familiar with the movie made from the book, Field of Dreams, than they are of the book.

Field of Dreams is a good movie (made possible by Jim Harrison, but that is another story) but a lot of, shall we say, nuance is missing from the movie that is in the book.

For one, the author in the story is J.D. Salinger and not a fictitious Terrence Mann and then there is the twin brother, but that is for another time as well.

The 15th of February is my Father’s birthday.

The anniversary always brings the book and the movie and my Dad to mind

If I say I wish he was here I certainly don’t mean I wish he was here in realtime.

I don’t wish that he was here and 102 years old.

The best part of wishing is that you get to set the rules.

Not being able to set the rules is maybe the best part of wishes not coming true.

Never the less, I do like to say that I would build a ball park in my back yard if my Dad could come back for a day or two.

Not because I have anything I need to say or that I could have said to my Dad when I had the chance, but because I would like to introduce him to my kids and grand kids.

I would like to take him out to any of the seafood restaurants down here where I live in South Carolina.

I have a feeling that when he was stationed at Fort Andrew Jackson near Columbia, South Carolina, he spent time in Savannah.

The idea of sitting with him in Forsyth Park sounds just right.

We would sit there and talk and he would describe how he remembered the city back in 1943.

It would be a long gentle curve in the road.

We would hardly realize we were talking.

And that we would be talking about love and family and life.

Happy Birthday Dad!

PS: The above photograph, was taken by me on a family trip to Wisconsin to visit my Uncle Jim and Aunt Millie.

It was summertime probably 1968 or 1969.

This was taken aboard the SS City of Midland, the car ferry that went between Ludington, Michigan and Manitowoc, Wisconsin across Lake Michigan.

This was how my Dad dressed for vacation.

Almost always he had on a jacket and often enough, a tie as well.

These were his fun clothes.

That is if your idea of fun was to pack 11 people into a car and drive off into the wilds of Wisconsin.

If this was 1969, my brother Paul was now married and my youngest brother, Al, hadn’t made his appearance yet so the 11 of us, my parents and 9 kids were probably the biggest bunch of us altogether on trip we ever took.

Taken at the National Railroad Museum in Ashwaubenon, Wisconsin

We were running all over the ship and my Mom and Dad found a place in the sun out of the wind.

I wanted to take a picture.

I guess I had an interest in photography back then or at least I wanted to be the one taking the pictures.

I whined and whined until my Dad gave me his camera and let me take this picture of Mom and Dad in sunshine.

Then I wanted to take another photograph.

I wanted to take a picture of the bow of the ship cutting through the water.

I explained this to my Dad and he said okay and went with me as far forward on the ship as we could get.

The very peak of the bow was blocked off by a yellow rail so there would be no “I’m flying – Titanic” scenes on this ship.

As I remember the railing of the ship was just above my head level when I was nine so my Dad got a deck chair for me to stand on.

I hopped up and now the rail was about waist high and I leaned over.

My Mom called out but my Dad waved that it would be okay.

I leaned back and my Dad handed me his camera, his new nikon and back over the edge I went.

“Hey, hey hey!” my Dad yelled.

I stood up straight and turned and looked at him.

He reached over and put the camera strap over my head.

“Don’t want you to drop the camera!” he said.

PSS many people have asked and yes this is the photo I took looking down at the bow of the ship … mjh

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