Monday, March 17, 2025 Grandpa Harry’s Buttons

A recent visit from my cousin Mitch resulted in me having temporary access to several small boxes of pin-on buttons and other miscellaneous items that my Grandpa Harry had collected over the years.

Some of you may not know this, but I was made for the work of sorting. The good Lord put it into my nature to find sorting a very pleasant and interesting activity. I consider this to be a balancing feature to the fact that He has made other people who are able to work as EMT’s, a job I could not and would not do. I am probably the very last person you would want to have around in a crisis or an emergency. Thank God for the ways in which He distributes these different giftings. Maybe EMT’s hate to do sorting of any kind and are thanking God for people like me.

All that is to say, I spent a very pleasant half hour sorting through all those buttons and geegaws. Grandpa Harry was an executive in the Boy Scouts of America for much of his career, so it wasn’t a surprise to find lots of BSA buttons and paraphernalia.


There was also a collection of stars that had been put on little felt circles. I’m not sure what those were for. Was it Boy Scouts related?

I think he must have been a regular volunteer for what used to be called Community Chest, a fundraising entity that became The United Way.

He also had a few old buttons from political campaigns. Willkie & McNary ran in 1940 against FDR. I looked – the buttons aren’t worth very much in spite of them being nearly 90 years old.

Harry also had a small collection of buttons and pins from the University of Minnesota, dating back to 1917 and 1919 and later. Over 100 years old!!

Mitch told me that Grandpa Harry was involved in some sort of Mosquito Prevention effort which involved him wading around spraying stuff. It sounds like nasty work, but at least he got a nice pin out of the deal.

Lastly, I found a bunch of old cufflinks among his things as well. There’s something innately classy about cufflinks, in my opinion.

Even the old salt codfish box that some of the buttons were stored in was interesting!

I felt like I knew Grandpa Harry better after looking at the things he collected and valued. And now I know where I get my propensity to collect little things like that.

I’ll probably have to do some blog post prevention in the morning.

March 14, 2025 Boundary Waters Fever

In honor of my dad’s birthday today (he would have been 98), I’d like to share a rewrite of the poem “Sea Fever” by John Masefield that he wrote to celebrate his own love of canoeing up in the Boundary Waters.

I must go back to the lakes again,
To the lonely lakes and the sky,
And all I ask is a sturdy canoe
And a compass to steer her by,
And the paddle’s kick and the wind’s song
And the white caps shaking,
And a gray mist on a quiet lake
And a bright dawn breaking.


I must go back to the lakes again,
For the call of the loon
Is a wild call and a clear call
That cannot be denied,
And all I ask is a windy day
With the white clouds flying,
And the Norway pines and the portage trails
And the sea gulls crying.

I must go back to the lakes again,
To the voyager’s gypsy life.
To the eagle’s way and the beaver’s way
When the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn
From a laughing fellow paddler,
And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream
When the long day is over.

I must go delete this post again…

Monday, March 3, 2025 Back At It

The older I get, the less capacity I have to fit multiple things in the mental space that is my brain. Hence the two-week break from posting on this blog. Other things were occupying the Space Formerly Known as Blog Posting.

But it’s a new week, one in which space has opened up again. It’s time to share some random photos from February and finish up with a list of Daily Benefits.

The Scepter of the Fairy Queen
Playing peek-a-boo with a squirrel.
“Please kind lady, could you give me a peanut?”
“Much obliged. Thank you. Now leave me to eat in peace.”
A visitor to our yard.
Our latest granddaughter! Adorable!!! ❤️

Note: Even though my readership is small, this is a public blog, so I don’t use the proper names of our grandchildren on here. For that reason, I ask those of you who know the names not to mention them in your comments. Thank you!

Blessed be the Lord, who daily loads us with benefits:

Grandchildren!

The miracle of babies.

Black bean soup…yum

Body parts that still work.

Warm days in early March.

Letters in the mail.

Neighbors who will text you when you have an eagle in your front yard.

Psalms, hymns and spiritual songs.

All righty then! I think it’s time for my usual sign off: I’ll probably delete this in the morning.