Monthly Archives: July 2013

Garage Sale Gems

My husband and I enjoy browsing local garage sales on Saturday mornings. We often do not purchase anything. Occasionally, we find an item or two that might, at some point in the foreseeable future, be useful and sometimes we hit upon a gold mine.

In particular, old books and vinyl records draw my attention. I enjoy many different literary genre and drop a quarter on lots of books that look interesting for one of any number of reasons. I might read 1 of every 5 garage sale finds as I am often already reading 3 or more books (although for years it’s taken me a month or longer to finish a book with our busyness) and have 5 or more on my “I want to read” waiting list. I store my garage sale books on a bookshelf in my office, browse the titles when I’m looking for a new read, and sell many unread at our own annual yard sale every summer.

As Franklin and I readied to leave home for a quick 2 day trip to Albuquerque I picked up one of my latest garage sale finds, I Didn’t Know That (Dear Word Press, I can’t find your underline tool anywhere…???) by Karlen Evins. A collection of 300 words, phrases, and expressions with unusual origins, I read this book aloud to Franklin as he drove and we enjoyed learning a little more about several words and phrases in our unique language. I thought I’d share some of the origins we found most interesting with you. You might enjoy them as well.

“Armed to the Teeth” – Today this phrase means, “Being on the attack, prepared for any confrontation.” Its roots can be found in an ancient Nordic tribe known as the Berserkers who were certainly “armed to the teeth”. They filed their teeth into sharp points and savagely attacked their enemies.

“Clean as a Whistle” – The original whistle was a hollowed out reed. For the reed to ring with a pure tone the hollowed out stalk had to be completely free of all debris, perfectly clean and dry.

“Mad as a Hatter” – Many hatters of bygone days developed mental and neurological troubles because of their work with mercury, used for many years as a processing agent in felt hats.

“Jeep” – Originally built as an all-terrain vehicle for the U.S. Army, the first were painted with the letters G.P. on their doors. Short for “general purpose,” the G.P. morphed into the word jeep as the abbreviation was read on the doors as these vehicles drove by.

“Hick” –Dating back to early American schoolrooms and the early public controversy over corporal punishment, “hick,” an abbreviation of “hickory,” was used to describe “country folk” who continued to practice corporal punishment with hickory sticks to discipline students.

“In the Groove” – A more recent expression, “In the Groove,” is a product of the Swing Era and the advent of the phonograph. Upon careful study of a vinyl record, one would notice that a record has just one continuous groove. As long as the needle stayed in the groove, the music would continue without interruption.

“Blackball” – The term was coined initially in the late 1700s in English social clubs, but the practice dates back to ancient Greek and Roman times when white balls were dropped into a “ballot box” for a “yea” vote and black balls were dropped as a “nay”. In fact the word we continue to use today, ballot, refers to voting by little balls.

“Getting One’s Goat” – In the early days of horse racing it was not unusual to place a goat in the stall of a high-strung race horse. The small roommate often helped to calm the horse before a race. On the flip side, it became common place to steal the small friend of an opponent to upset the horse just before the race began.

“Limelight” – Long before technological advances made bright electrical lighting readily available, chemists learned that a stream of oxygen crossed with hydrogen on a lime surface gave out a brilliant white light. Used initially in lighthouses and eventually in stage productions, “standing in the limelight” once had a very literal connotation.

I’ve saved the most base for last. I apologize in advance.

“In a Pickle” – As pickle barrels were transported to America in the cargo hulls of large ships, pickle juice was found to be useful in preserving both pickles and the occasional human who died at sea. To be “in a pickle” was certainly to be in an unfortunate situation.

Three Family “Traditions”

I’ve enjoyed meeting with several homeschooling mommies this summer as I prepare for our school year. I’ve learned so much from them already as we’ve discussed our children and their strengths and struggles, curriculum, literature, “schedules”, school “space”, and expectations. In a recent conversation with a precious mom who has a daughter just one year older than Emma the conversation topic turned to purity as it relates to discipleship opportunities as our children go through puberty and the middle school years. I shared 2 things that we’ve done now with our two oldest, two “traditions” if you will. We certainly plan to continue both with our youngest. Along those lines, I began to think about another of our “traditions”. I wonder if these three are similar to something you treasure as a family tradition and I wonder if you have your own that you’d like to share.

I’m not sure that our first “tradition” began on our first anniversary, but very early on, and because of limited financial ability to do something amazing on our anniversary, like take a trip-of-a-lifetime, I created a list of questions. Franklin and I take 2 copies of these questions into a restaurant and over dinner we individually answer each question. The questions give us an opportunity to reflect on the past year and dream a little as we look forward to the next. After we’ve both finished our own remembrances, we read through our answers together. We often confuse the waiter with our 2 hours of silent contemplation and then intermittent laughter and tears as we celebrate the past, present, and future together.

“What kind of questions are they?” you might ask. They’re nothing profound and I don’t mind sharing them in the least. I might add here that we were married on New Year’s Eve, so “this year” and “next year” refer both to our year of marriage and the calendar year. In fact, we were married on the Millennium’s Eve. Franklin chose the date assuming that it would be easy to remember our anniversary and exactly how long we’ve been married (this coming New Year’s Eve will be 14 years as we ring in 2014). Ingenious, wouldn’t you agree?

What was your favorite adventure this year? What was your hardest day or your most difficult experience? What was your biggest celebration of the year? What will you never forget about this year? What are you worried about as we wrap this year up? What are you looking forward to in the coming year? Where would you like to go for our anniversary next year? Where do you envision our finances being one year from today? Where would you like to see each of the kids one year from today? What else would you like to accomplish this coming year? What was your favorite gift this year? What craziness from the kids do you want to remember from this year?

The second and third “traditions” are more family related.

We shared Bailey’s summers (my oldest from my first marriage) with his father and step-mother. Since he was gone six weeks of every summer, the time we had with him was particularly precious. The summer after his fifth grade year we decided to take Bailey on a camping trip, just he and Franklin and I. It was a whirlwind of a trip. We traveled most mornings to a new destination, hiked all afternoon, set up our tent and campsite in the late evening, and began again the next morning for our next stop. We visited Chaco Canyon, Canyon de Chelly, Mesa Verde, and the Great Sand Dunes in six short days. While traveling, we listened to the seven Chronicles of Narnia books on CD and enjoyed the conversations that naturally follow such marvelous reads.

Looking back, that trip was pivotal in our relationship with Bailey as he transitioned from little boy to young man. We were able to lay the groundwork for conversations that would follow during his junior high years and the trip itself allowed us time, without any distractions, for sharing our heart with one another. I don’t remember taking any work or any other books with us. We were intentional about enjoying time outdoors in the beauty of God’s creation, enjoying Bailey and who he is, and focusing on our relationship with him.

We leave with Emma one week from today on her camping trip. We have 2 nights reserved at The Arches National Park near Moab, Utah and 3 nights at The Grand Canyon’s North Rim. Although Emma is more of a book worm than Bailey was and has read The Chronicles of Narnia, I’ve checked out the collection from the library and can’t wait to revisit these books with Franklin and Emma. I’m particularly excited to spend the week focused on Emma, where she’s been, where she’s at, and where she sees herself in the coming years.

And finally, the third “tradition” began with my mother’s mom, my Nana. As a wedding gift, my grandmother gave me Letters to Karen by Charlie W. Shedd. The copy she gave me was old and yellowed and in the margins she’d written from her heart, practical lessons she’d learned in her marriage to my grandfather. What a precious legacy and a memory of these amazing people, both of whom I lost in my mid-twenties, long before I knew the value of the wisdom they had offered.

Because of that gift, and because of my love of the written word, I’ve begun to purchase books for my children and have written personal notes from my life in the margins for them to read and think about.

The first two books I chose were reactions to new challenges I was facing as a mom.

When Bailey began to think about dating I ran to the used bookstore, desperate for advice on parenting a teen as he began navigating the dating scene. I found Joshua Harris’ I Kissed Dating Goodbye. I don’t know that I would have valued the information in the book as a teen, but I certainly believe that had I, I would have avoided some heart-ache. The approach it presents is so contrary to today’s culture and I’m so grateful that Bailey is not as prideful a teen as I was. He read the book and has handled himself with integrity. I praise God for the young man he is.

About that same time, Emma became interested in breasts and bras. Again, she was my first experience navigating the topic of puberty with a daughter. I found Growing Up, It’s a Girl Thing: Straight Talk about First Bras, First Periods, and Your Changing Body. It is a fairly detailed book for young tween girls, but I reasoned at the time since Emma was in public school that I’d rather Emma be presented with all the facts in a safe setting at home than learn about puberty from her peers or Google it… because she, in particular, is our inquisitive child. Again, I made notes in the margins, sharing my own memories of puberty and physical changes with my only daughter. She’s found quiet times to question me in person based on the information I shared and we continue to find her re-reading that book at bedtime when we tuck her in at night.

Not that we’ve done much “right” in our desperate attempts to do the best we know to do as we walk with God in this journey, I imagine these three traditions in particular continuing. And again I wonder, are these three similar to something you treasure as a family tradition and I wonder if you have your own that you’d like to share?