Trimming Grass and Weeds Around
Old New England Property
(Antique) Granite Landscape Fixtures
Part Eighteen
"Being Thinking"
(C)
“PLAIN...
AIR...
painting.” (plein air).
“But
you don’t ever doing THAT. I never
seen you.”
“Noooo.”
“So
what’s THAT got to do with the Harris Place?”
“KEEPS
you OUT OF IT”.
“WE
GO IN THERE ALL THE TIME. Right on
that ATV trail just like YOU SAY.”
“Yeah
but all you do is go in there and MUCK.”
“Well
how else you gonna GET IN. I ain’t
WALKING IN THERE.”
“You’ll
be walking OUT one day when your STUCK”.
“I’ve
been STUCK. We got TWO of us and a
CHAIN”.
“Then
you’ll BOTH be stuck”.
I’d...
begrudgingly... “SHOW ME” the diorama book to a local “I CAN READ IT” of this
vignette (series of blog posts) about ‘old New England property... granite...’
who’d ‘flared up’ over the written expostulation of the Harris Place... by I, a
wordsmith antiquarian at work.
Beginning, of course, with “I’VE BEEN IN THERE” on to “FOLLOW ALL OF
THIS” meaning he be an ‘in the know’ about
Old
New England property
(Antique)
Granite
landscape fixtures...
With
this “in the know’ carrying to his “I” with words like “GOT”, “BOUGHT”, “KNOW
OF”, “SEEN”, “HAVE” and... “DO YOU WANT”.
“JESUS: HUNT ME DOWN... you OLD FART”.
“I
didn’t have to HUNT YOU. I always
know where you are: SOME PLACE you
shouldn’t be and I SHOULD be damn you”.
“And
I God damn you back every week and you know it”
“WELL...
I don’t DO as much as I USED TO... damn YOU back”.
A
...resting rascal... with his L.L. Bean boots... two (old dirty) “SEARS”
“flannel” shirts... (timber) slash Carhartt pants, wool ball cap that has been
“dipped” in both bar and chain oil AND (insect) “repellant”... pencil, pen and
paper ‘stuffed’ pocket.
Cigarette... box... CELL PHONE... cash money (quite a bit of it) folded
in a slip of paper. Eyeglasses in
the other pocket of the WOOL-IN-AUGUST (old – ‘very old’- “forty years at
least”) “JOHNSON” (Johnson Woolen Mills, Johnson, Vermont*B)
“RED and BLACK”. He... “COMFORT –
TABLE” seated...
“You
old resting rascal”.
“SOMEBODY
TOLD YOU ABOUT that WELL CAP Timmy’s GOT?” (Tim; Part Nine)
“HE
TOLD ME.”
“WALLLL...
I TOLD HIM if he’d FIX a price I’d SEE.”
“You’d
see someone else SOLD TO TOO before YOU ‘cash in’... as YOU say.”
“WALLLL. When... YOU went back in there you went
DOWN to the cellar?”
“Of
course”.
“Anything
change much?
“No.”
“No.”
“The
Ricker boys been in there they said.
Looking around.”
“It’s
all GONE in there”
“Never
know THESE DAYS. They got them
metal ‘tecters. You seen theirs?”
“No.”
“WALLLL...
they can show a ‘puter screen of a RING... or a NAIL. You know; button.
“Yeah
but what are they gonna find for a button? They didn’t fight the Civil War there. And there weren’t ever a diamond ring
there that anyone LOST”.
“How
do you know that.”
“Because
I’m smarter than them Rickers. ‘Go
at it boys’ I say. Have a nice day
with the bugs, snakes and TICKS (deer tick bite).”
“They
ain’t gonna get TICKED. They
know”.
“You
been ticked?”
“Noooo.”
“You
smell like you’ve been SKUNKED.
Nice job on your fingernails too.”
“These
ah gotta work as SCREWDRIVERS TOO.”
“Regular
human tool box. When’s the late
time you showered?
“SHOWERED!”
“Did
they strip you up to TOGUS (Maine Veteran hospital).
“None
of the old girls will touch me”.
“No
shit.”
“They
think I’m still active.”
“I
bet they do.”
“Timmy’s
got some HID he says.”
“Yeah he told me. There not that HID. I went and looked. I don’t’ think he’s quite got ‘em yet.”
“Yeah he told me. There not that HID. I went and looked. I don’t’ think he’s quite got ‘em yet.”
“He
says he’s gonna’.
“Yeah...
probably, He’s got ‘em TUCKED...
well ... you go out to the BACK left of the lot. There these pine shrub something. So they’re BEHIND those and THAT butts on to a back parking
lot. You know; IN BACK. So I look at it (the granite cap
stones) and, well... what’s he put ‘em THERE for? Well... so... It’s a lot easier to get at them if you come
in through that other back parking lot.
So I see that. He’s got ‘em
TUCKED. You can’t even see ‘em
unless you go through the OTHER lot.
So I think (“being thinking”) he’s still acquiring them. If you know what I mean.”
“He’s
good at that ain’t he. His father
was good at it too. You run into
him (Tim)?”
“Run
into? He just about SQUISHED
ME. He was driving one those big
dump trucks of BAY-lou’s. He had
something in the back that was going ‘on vacation’ he called it. Anything they got at a site they don’t
want HE TAKES IT.”
“Those
(the cap stones) aren’t for you?”
“Right. They’re LATE. Victorian. ONE
on the bottom is actually OLD. He
knows that”.
“How
old?”
“THAT
old; that’s why he’s got it on the bottom. It’ll be on TOP when they leave the area. And... it will ‘go on vacation’ as he
says... first. But I ain’t buying
any of it.”
“You
see the well cap.”
“No.”
“So...
what’s that painter fella in THAT picture case?”
“Diorama”.
“Yep. That one. You know:
That’s what it DOES look like there. There now. I
can remember the DEER time (diorama plate six) but it’s all come back now. Hardwoods just like they say.”
“Yeah
but you can still see the wall head stone pile. See; right there.
And that’s what THAT DOES look like too. But you just go right by it. On the ATV.”
“No. We stop up there; at the crest. We stop. Gets thick down below.
Can’t even go off trail anymore.
I can remember. Used to be
all wide open. Jesus it come back
fast don’t it. I ain’t even dead
yet and they’ll cut it again.”
When
I rid my... antiquarian world view... of old Mainerly woods wandering rock
hunting, abandoned attic seeking, old bottle dump raking, metal
detector-upon-ATV-lashed ‘treasure hunting’ and general “SEEN ONE ON THE
INTERNETS for XXX dollars” “antiques dealer-I-AM”....: Don’t worry, he ain’t going far... and
never has.
When
I... rid... I, alone, returned my eye to the SEVENTH diorama ...that is beyond
the sixth diorama and, therefore, beyond my original ‘first five’ ‘relevant’
dioramas of ...what should I call it...:
The “Half Drill Hole” of old ‘cut stone’ on ...old New England property?
“YEP”,
“SNAP”, “WHIP” (of a sprightly hardwood sprig branch in the FACE of a
helmet-less ATV rider) is fine for I NOTICING “Mr. Plain Air” (plein air)
painting RIGHT THERE in the diorama... with this right there being the SAME
right there as the first diorama.
Mr. Plain Air stands... at... the ‘exposed ledge’ ‘outcropping’ that...
well... ‘started us off’ within the study of these ...now seven... dioramas;
the FIRST diorama. A full
circle? Here we end up? Especially I say for diorama number
seven’s ‘in sequel’ is that I, right here again note, the colonial stone wall
head... is still there TOO... “SEE”.
And dumbing this seventh diorama to BE THE end ALL of these dioramas
that I’ll write about... is that ...on the next page from this number seven
diorama is... “page nineteen”; an already expostulated upon singular and
‘turning point’ page in the diorama book that ...sends the lengthy ‘rest of the
book’ off into forest management consideration dioramas (Part Seventeen). I, in the earlier ‘herbed olive oil
prose’ application upon that highlighted page nineteen transition ...defined
that as a simplistic “aesthetic” or “obtain more wood” dividing of ‘old New
England property’... a fork in the road that the diorama book ...goes whole hog
off onto the ‘obtain more wood’...fork.
This
leaves Mr. Plain Air ...painterly painting... to be a, well... cute... touch...
or possibly a pointing out as... commercial wood lot usage... buffoonery
(?). IT DON’T MATTER... for... I
do feel that Mr. Plain Air is actually included because... at the 1936 time
slot OF the creation of the dioramas... Mr. Plain Air IS what “aesthetic” and
“recreational” forest use “was”... “then”.
TODAY
I don’t get to prop up an easel and dab paint until it’s a PICTURE. NO these days I get out there and
some... bunker buster sends me an E-MAIL from PayPal or demanding audience or
wants to SMART PHONE me by texted photograph of a
WELL
CAP STONE or a... Washington crossing the Delaware ‘oil on canvas’.(?).
“TURN
IT OFF” but the WIFE SAYS
“Don’t
turn it off I MIGHT NEED TO CALL YOU.”
Just
like the way it used to be... when I first visited the Harris Place cellar
holes.
Just
like Herbert ‘used to be’ when he’d STOP filling his barrels of truck from the
“farm abandonment” Harris Place attic SIXTY years ago and “CALLED” on his
“CELL” from that ATTIC to “SEE IF I SHOULD TAKE THAT DO YOU WANT IT I SENT A
PHOTOGRAPH OF IT?”.
Maybe
...we all should
Reboot
The
whole ‘being thinking’ of this “Trimming Grass and Weed Around Old New England
Property (Antique) Granite Landscape Fixtures”?
*B : Seeking real? Go there and buy yours off the floor... paying in cash...
(and doing so dressed, physically appearing and... smelling... like you do only
that with ALL your affairs – come in and pay cash) Then wear “it” (“my Johnson”) for the next forty years
ignoring and replacing the ‘suggest dry clean’ with a ‘never washed it’. Mine? Two gray h-bone tweed CPO shirts; identical with
decade-apart-age at least, one missing a pocket button and both having pocket
flap ‘curl’. I bought the second
one when I was “through there” one day because the first one ‘worked out so
good’ that I ‘figured’ (“being thinking”) that I’d ‘better’ ‘if they still got
it’ because ‘they’ll stop making it’ and ...I bet they have (?). Bet they had THEN and the one I got was
just a leftover ‘on the floor’.
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