Another American Adventure: Dad's video to Eric

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Dad's video to Eric

4 comments:

BarbaraJanuary 11, 2011 at 4:10 PM
Nice to hear your voices. But 3 inches? You worry about 3 inches?
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beth cioffolettiJanuary 11, 2011 at 4:33 PM
Are we over-reacting??!! They are even canceling stuff around here, and I'm not going out on the highways until they are plowed and it's stopped snowing. Maybe we've lived in FL too long...
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BarbaraJanuary 11, 2011 at 7:12 PM
All depends on the quality of snow clearance. Our roads are passable right away and the highways are better than the side streets. You are wise to be cautious.
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beth cioffolettiJanuary 12, 2011 at 5:14 AM
It's hard for me to know how to judge this weather. Even though it's snowing, sometimes the roads are ok. But this morning John could hardly get out of the parking lot and said that he slip slided all the way to work at 20 mph. So ... I guess I'm not leaving today. Maybe tomorrow though.
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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.