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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: Freeper on April 22, 2012, 03:13:29 PM
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Alan Grayson
My First Earth Day
I spent the first Earth Day, April 22, 1970, in the best possible place: in the park. It was a Wednesday, and no, I was not playing hooky. My junior high school science teacher decided to mark that sunny April day by leading the entire class, after lunch, to the park across the street from our school. He then let us enjoy the entire afternoon there. He was a remarkably enlightened individual. (Today, of course, he would be fired for doing that. But there were unions back then, so he was safe.)
That was a time of incredible cultural fertility: the environmental movement, the sexual revolution, civil rights, women's liberation, decolonization, space exploration, the antiwar movement . . . and the Beatles.
And if there is one image that sums up what we felt, and how we felt, on that first Earth Day and that whole time, it's the one called Earthrise: The photo that the astronauts on Apollo 8 took, as they swung around the Moon. The ur of the environmental movement.
Try to spend some time this week in a park, or in a forest, or on a beach. Take a child with you, if you can, to share the experience. And remember that, notwithstanding our vastly exaggerated differences, we all have two things in common:
1. Our Humanity, and
2. Our World.
Peace,
Alan Grayson
"In a highway service station
Over the month of June
Was a photograph of the Earth
Taken coming back, from the Moon.
And you couldn't see a city
On that marbled bowling ball
Or a forestOr a highway
Or me here, least of all."
Joni Mitchell, "Refuge of the Roads" (1976).
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April 22, 1970, I was 11 years old.
After school, I went home and helped my dad change the oil, and the oil and fuel filters on our diesel tractors, prepping for the coming spring plowing and planting season.
We burned the used oil in the stove in the shop to keep warm. The stove was big enough to hold an old car tire or two as well.
F'N idiots! EVERY DAY IS EARTH DAY ON THE FARM!!!!
http://www.electstevedawes.com
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April 22, 1970, I was 11 years old.
After school, I went home and helped my dad change the oil, and the oil and fuel filters on our diesel tractors, prepping for the coming spring plowing and planting season.
We burned the used oil in the stove in the shop to keep warm. The stove was big enough to hold an old car tire or two as well.
F'N idiots! EVERY DAY IS EARTH DAY ON THE FARM!!!!
http://www.electstevedawes.com
When I was a kid and we changed oil in the bulldozers and stuff, daddy spread it on the dirt road in front of the house to help keep the dust down.
First time I was out in Texas back in the 50's, they had some excellent dirt roads. They would scrap the road and an oil truck with crude was right behind spreading crude oil. Their dirt roads were better than our asphalt roads are now...no patches.
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When I was a kid and we changed oil in the bulldozers and stuff, daddy spread it on the dirt road in front of the house to help keep the dust down.
First time I was out in Texas back in the 50's, they had some excellent dirt roads. They would scrap the road and an oil truck with crude was right behind spreading crude oil. Their dirt roads were better than our asphalt roads are now...no patches.
Which brings to mind, what do they put on dirt race tracks now? I know that around here they used to spread oil on them, but I haven't been to a dirt track in years.
On a similar note, years ago I was working for a guy who dumped some used motor oil on the ground. I told him that the environmental people wouldn't like that. He looked at me and asked, "where did they originally get that oil?" I answered, "out of the ground." He shrugged and said, "well, I just sent it back home."
He might have been the cause of global ice warming climate change.
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When I was a kid and we changed oil in the bulldozers and stuff, daddy spread it on the dirt road in front of the house to help keep the dust down.
First time I was out in Texas back in the 50's, they had some excellent dirt roads. They would scrap the road and an oil truck with crude was right behind spreading crude oil. Their dirt roads were better than our asphalt roads are now...no patches.
Hell, my father would save the used motor oil and I'd paint it on the wood fence in the backyard. A great wood preservative. (I just remembered this. :thatsright: )
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April 22, 1970, I was 11 years old.
After school, I went home and helped my dad change the oil, and the oil and fuel filters on our diesel tractors, prepping for the coming spring plowing and planting season.
We burned the used oil in the stove in the shop to keep warm. The stove was big enough to hold an old car tire or two as well.
F'N idiots! EVERY DAY IS EARTH DAY ON THE FARM!!!!
http://www.electstevedawes.com
Yep DD. Grandad Perky, he had a farm around Liberty way up on Red House hill and he had this really big pot belly stove down in the basement of his house back when I was a kid. He called it the cellar, but it wasn't really a cellar. More like a shop for the house. The farm shop was in the barn. He built the house and had these vents in the floor so the heat would go upstairs. Anyway, it'd get cold and he'd cut up up some tire, throw it in that thing with some newspaper under it, add some coal and used oil from the tractor on top of that and I don't care if it was 40 below outside you was looking for a cool corner in that house once it got going!!!
I've seen that thing cherry red. He put a squirrel cage fan behind it... big one too... and when it would get cherry red he would turn it on and it would blow the heat all over the basement. Open up the door to upstairs and you had a natural heating system. Hell we'd keep our coffee warm by putting the metal coffee pot on the base of it. No microwaves back then!
Those were good days. Grandma always had good coffee. 8 'o clock coffee, ground fresh from the A&P down in Poca, perked in an old coffee pot with the little glass button on the top. I still drink that brand of coffee to this day and on the weekends I use on of those old perkers. :cheersmate:
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Alan Grayson wasn't driving a chevy volt when he rammed that bus, so he just ram that phoney Earf Day piety you-know-where.
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Alan Grayson wasn't driving a chevy volt when he rammed that bus, so he just ram that phoney Earf Day piety you-know-where.
IIRC, it was a big Mercedes.
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Yep DD. Grandad Perky, he had a farm around Liberty way up on Red House hill and he had this really big pot belly stove down in the basement of his house back when I was a kid. He called it the cellar, but it wasn't really a cellar. More like a shop for the house. The farm shop was in the barn. He built the house and had these vents in the floor so the heat would go upstairs. Anyway, it'd get cold and he'd cut up up some tire, throw it in that thing with some newspaper under it, add some coal and used oil from the tractor on top of that and I don't care if it was 40 below outside you was looking for a cool corner in that house once it got going!!!
I've seen that thing cherry red. He put a squirrel cage fan behind it... big one too... and when it would get cherry red he would turn it on and it would blow the heat all over the basement. Open up the door to upstairs and you had a natural heating system. Hell we'd keep our coffee warm by putting the metal coffee pot on the base of it. No microwaves back then!
Those were good days. Grandma always had good coffee. 8 'o clock coffee, ground fresh from the A&P down in Poca, perked in an old coffee pot with the little glass button on the top. I still drink that brand of coffee to this day and on the weekends I use on of those old perkers. :cheersmate:
My uncle had a mill he ran, grinding feed for farmers in one part, and milling flour in the other. He had an old pot bellied stove in the office at one end of the mill, and when it was COLD outside, it felt 20 decrees COLDER in the mill. But not the office! That place was like a sauna! He kept one of those perkers on the stove with water in it. If you wanted coffee or hot chocolate, you brought your own, and your own cup!
You mention Poca, Red House, and Liberty. I've been thru all those places, going up 34 to Kenna. Went thru a town(?), or at least saw a sign, for Paradise, WV, near Liberty. To this day, I'll tell people "I've been to Paradise!" Once, someone thought I was being a smartass, and asked me WHERE Paradise was. I told him the truth.
"On WV 34 outside of Red House, between Confidence and Liberty, before you get to Kenna."
:lmao:
Tires were a LOT easier to cut up back in the day, before steel belts and such. With the exception of the bead, you could cut one with a good pocket knife. Today, you almost have to burn it whole.
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Tires were a LOT easier to cut up back in the day, before steel belts and such. With the exception of the bead, you could cut one with a good pocket knife. Today, you almost have to burn it whole.
Spoken like someone who knows. 'Course, putting an "inducement" inside the tire helps . . . :fuelfire: :tongue:
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He then let us enjoy the entire afternoon there. He was a remarkably enlightened individual. (Today, of course, he would be fired for doing that. But there were unions back then, so he was safe.)
We still have the scourge of teacher's unions today, you DUmbass. And taking a bunch of kids off-campus to basically blow off half a day of school by goofing off? With one teacher to "supervise" 25 or so kids? At a *certain* age? Of course, he was safe, because of the union. Hey, may as well spark a doob and bring a couple cases of beer! It's safe!
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Nothing says EARTH FIRST like running a red light in a huge gas guzzling 1%er Mercedes and taking out a 99%er bus!
Funny how the right wing media totally swept the biggest DUchebag to ever have served a single term in congress under the carpet.
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Those were good days. Grandma always had good coffee. 8 'o clock coffee, ground fresh from the A&P down in Poca, perked in an old coffee pot with the little glass button on the top.
When I was a kid, Poca High School's nickname was the "Dots".
I saw them play basketball once, and they had red dots all over their uniforms.
Not as distinctive as the Gary High School Millionaires, whose uniforms were covered in dollar signs.
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April 22, 1970: I have been five for a little over a month. To this point, I had beleived everyday was Earth Day as that was the planet I was living on. I was far more curious about how mommy and daddy "made me."
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April 22, 1970: I have been five for a little over a month. To this point, I had beleived everyday was Earth Day as that was the planet I was living on. I was far more curious about how mommy and daddy "made me."
Edward Scissorhands, I liked that movie too.