Aloha on this Thoughtful Thursday traveling to a Fantastic Friday,

By the time I get to blogging here today, it is almost tomorrow for many of you, so my opening salutation shall address two days for a couple of days more and perhaps more days than that.

December 7, 1941 is a day that is remembered by many. On that day, the Empire of Japan launched a surprise attack on the U.S. naval base at Pearl Harbor on the Hawaiian island of O’ahu. 31 Japanese ships, including 6 aircraft carriers, had crept within 230 miles north of O’ahu.  From there, the dive bombers, zero fighters, torpedo bombers and high-level bombers took off early on the morning of December 7, 1941.

At 7:50 AM, the first wave of 183 planes bombed and strafed the harbor and air fields. 30 minutes later, the second wave of 167 planes pounded down with more bombs and bullets. 21 American vessels were sunk or heavily damaged, 323 aircraft were destroyed or damaged and 3,177 U.S. soldiers and civilians were killed or wounded. The Japanese Navy lost 55 airmen and 29 planes.

The battleship USS Arizona still lies today beneath the waters of Pearl Harbor. 1,177 of its crewman died. 900 of those could not be rescued from the sunken ship. They remain entombed there beneath a white memorial over the clear green water where you can see the rusting ship below and watch the black tears of oil reach and glisten on the surface those sailors never reached. Even with its many visitors, it is a quiet place with the silent salty water reaching many an eye watching that surface.

It is a place I always wanted to visit and am glad I could.

There is clarity in past memories, even though they may be sad, and a joy in seeing those around you remember too.

Have a great day, appreciate what you see around you and remember those who gave so much to make it so.

Grandpa Jim

Super Saturday to the Start of a Wonderful Weekend,

How many time zones are there?

Ideally, there would be 24 for the 24 hours in a day, but folks like to tinker with these things, so there are about 40 to account for an adjustment in a line here and there.

When did this all start?

Between 1858 and 1876. Folks differ on who to credit with the idea, but it is a recent development.

Why?

Because, until recent times, you did not need to communicate quickly with other people a long way away. In fact, you couldn’t. You didn’t have the technology. Trains and telegraphs appeared and people were getting around faster and their words were being transmitted more quickly. So, we needed greater uniformity in understanding what time it was here, there and everywhere.

For example in the year 1857, Joe in New York telegraphs Jim in Los Angeles. Joe says, “I will wire again at sunset, be waiting?” Jim arrives at the station in LA at sunset for the message, which has been sitting there for three hours and says to the attendant, “Why didn’t Joe saying he was sending this at 3 in the afternoon?” The attendant answers, “Because sunset in New York is about 3 here. You didn’t adjust for the time zones.” To which Jim answers, “They haven’t been invented yet.”

Good answers.

We need time zones to coordinate activities over greater distances. It’s not like hollering over the fence at the neighbor next door. Long spaces need better ideas to keep track of things.

That’s why we have time zones to keep track of time, here, there and everywhere.

Have some great times today and let others know when,

Grandpa

Thursday trots, twists and twirls through today and toward tomorrow.

Outside the front door, we have a hibiscus plant in a pot that has survived a number of winters. I forgot one year and left it out on a cold night. Languish though it did in the garage losing most of its leaves, it popped back with the spring rains and the summer heat. As you can see below, it is looking quite nicely this hibiscus Thursday.

No one knows for sure the origins of the hibiscus. It’s Latin name, Hibiscus rosa-sinensis, is a combination of the Greek word hibiscus, meaning “mallow,” and the phrase rosa-sinensis, meaning rose of China. Most folks think it originated in South China, but that pesky Greek term represents one of the earliest plants cited in recorded literature. The Roman poet Horace, who was born in 65 BC and who may have been one of the earliest health nuts, ate olives, endives and mallows for sustenance. Perhaps he even had a bit of hibiscus tea. People still do that, and the teas are quite tasty.

Hibiscus grow wild in Singapore and are used as road dividers — it must be pretty to drive there. Two white hibiscus are believed to be native to Hawaii — maybe I’ll see them later this summer. A scarlet hibiscus is native to the water-logged swamps of southern Florida — from the pictures, it’s a beauty. The flowers and other parts of the hibiscus plant can be used for food, medicine, eye liner, hair dye and shoe polish, among an extensive litany of other applied uses.

To conclude this short introduction to hopefully a new friend, the hibiscus is a versatile and attractive plant of ancient and mixed origins, comfortable behind the ear (to indicate availability for marriage) or parked in a pot on the front step (just to say “Hello” and brighten the day).

A Happy Hibiscus Thursday to You,

Grandpa Jim

PS: As you may have noticed, the singular and plural forms of hibiscus are the same, hibiscus.

Today is my Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was born on a Thursday, on the 205th day of my birth year.

My Dad and Mom were both back from World War II. Dad was working on a degree in mechanical engineering at the University of Iowa, and Mom was taking care of me. We lived in a very small house in Iowa City, Iowa, so small in fact that my first bed was the bottom drawer of the chest of drawers in the one bedroom. It was okay with me. I was small.

There was no refrigerator. On weekends we would drive to Dubuque to see my Grandpa Harry who was a butcher and pick up enough meat for the week. My car seat was a cardboard box on the floor of the car behind the driver’s seat.

So, I started life in a drawer and I traveled in a box.

I was the Baby in the Box.

It was a good start.

Today, some things are much improved. Cribs are readily available in all sizes and shapes. Car seats are amazing feats of protective and caring technology. Babies are much the same. It’s hard to improve on about as close to perfect as we can get. And, with Mom and Dad, a baby is happy anywhere. Babies are amazing.

It is good to remember where we started and to look forward to watching it happen again.

Keep an eye open for a surprise,

Grandpa Jim

Good Monday Morning.

We had a flash visit to Houston to visit and view the status of our newest grandson who is scheduled to arrive July 30th!!! Mom and Dad are quite ready. We are ready too after seeing the two and the soon to be three.

Which raises an interesting question: What do you call words that sound exactly the same but are spelled differently and have different meanings?

“Homophones” are words that sound alike, have different meanings and have the same or different spellings. For example, fair (for country extravaganza) and fair (for you sure are reasonable) are homophones with the same exact spelling. Pear (a lush rounded fruit) and pair (a couple about to have a baby) are also homophones, even though the pared down words in this second set of homophones has different spellings. Wow, we just found a triple homophone: pear, pair and pare (to cut or trim).

“Heterographs” are that subset of homophones that have different spellings. Pear, pair and pare are heterograph homophones.

“Homonyms” are that subset of homphones that have the same spellings. Because, fair and fair are the exact same words, they are referred to as homonym homophones.

Going back to the second paragraph above, what do you now see in my second sentence: “We are ready too after seeing the two and the soon to be three?” You got it, a triple heterograph homophone: too (also), two (the number 2) and to (a preposition indicating motion or direction).

Words are too much fun. Can you see the sea of meaning in the letter “c?” Can the letter “b” be a bee without the buzz? “To be or not to be – stung,” said the poet to the bewildered bee, as he lay down beneath the bough of the tree munching a pear at the country fair.

All of which reminds me of one of my favorite poems, which is also a wonderful song, by Steven Fromholz, the 2007 Texas Poet Laureate, which has these 2 lines hidden in its midst: “And me I just bear up to my bewildered best, And there’s some folks even seen the bear in me.”

They just don’t come no better than a bear (a large furry animal) who can carry much (bearing it well) with nary a piece of clothing on its bare back.

Have fun with your day and your words,

Grandpa Jim

It is Friday. Prepare to fly the Weekend Flags. Relax, take it easy and be at peace from the workday week.

What is peace?

The word “peace” derives from the Latin pacem or pax, which means a treaty of non-aggression, a time of tranquility and the absence of war. Peace is a state of relative calm, during which war and hostilities have ceased and people can carry on their day-to-day business activities and enjoy family life without the interruption of large scale fighting.

Perhaps the best example of such a quiet time is the Pax Romana, a period of 207 years from 27 BC to 180 AD, from Caesar Augustus to Marcus Aurelius (I love the portrayal of Marcus Aurelius by Richard Harris in the movie Gladiator). The Legions of Rome had extended the empire to almost its greatest extent. Swords in hands, these leather-garbed soldiers patrolled and controlled the borders. Back home, the more aggressive generals were held in check by more enlightened Caesars and a more balanced political and administrative organization. Throughout the Empire, Roman Law brought a consistency and resolution to internal disputes that remains with us even today. Things weren’t perfect, but civil disorder and open warfare were minimized and relatively contained. It was a state of peace.

Peace can also be more personal and individual in expression. Throughout time, people have greeted each other with versions of the Roman Pax and the Hebrew Shalom. This greeting of peace is a wish for well-being. Safety, welfare and prosperity to you and yours. Or, the one I like from growing up: May you be healthy, wealthy and wise. These are greetings of peace.

Have you ever noticed that when people greet each other with “How are you?,” the typical response is something like “Good,” “Fine” or “Doing great, how are you?’ You almost never hear an “I’m lousy, how about you?” response. That’s because when we say “How are you?” and we respond “Good” what we are really saying are “I wish you well” and “You too.” Our cultural convention is to use the words “How are you?” and “Good” but the greeting and response mean “Pax, Shalom, I wish you well.”

To summarize, peace is both a state of being and a wish for well-being.

May peace be with you and yours today and all days,

Grandpa Jim