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the village.

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the old mill, a boarding house, the glass lake, the stone bridge,

santa and his team, pine cone evergreens and the christmas tree

at my cottage 2016

once again

i was so excited to put out

 the remaining pieces

of the tiny village that my irish grandfather built

way back in the depression

when had become an american citizen

he was an architect by trade

as was his father

 he built this village by hand to exact scale

using

tiny stones

and

little sticks

and

heavy papers

with

incredible attention to every detail

all built

to share with us at the family christmas

i have very early and very fond mémories

of it placed on a big white board

with penciled in numbers for placement

so that every piece was in its place

beneath our christmas tree

with  lights installed underneath

 each building lit up inside

when it got dark outside

 a train ran around the village

it was covered in sparkly cotton snow

 it was so wonderful

i thought it would come to life at christmastime forever

 then it was lost for a long, long while

 i didn’t see it anymore

until

one day i saw its box out by the curb

waiting to go out with the trash

  during a very bad divorce between my parents

i would recognize its box anywhere

 i was lucky that i rescued it just in time

 only a few buildings and a few accessories remained intact

my siblings and i divided up what was salvageable

now i love to set up my own little section of his village each year

i think of how magical it was to see it all together as a child

i wonder what inspired him to create this wonderful village

i wonder where he got the ideas for each building

 i wonder how many buildings there were once upon a time

one of my buildings has the number 9 written inside in pencil

in my ‘umpa’s’  very neat and precise handwriting

 i wish i knew more of the story of the village

i wish i could ask him

no one remains who knows these answers

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a couple of old photographs of parts of the village that i found in the original box

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“i call architecture frozen music.”

-johann wolfgang von goethe

we didn’t lose the game; we just ran out of time. ~ vince lombardi

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detroit lions

played the new york jets

in a pre-season matchup

and i had the chance

to share the seats

with one of my grandies, (m)

at his first american football game

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he

hooted

 cheered

 wore the colors

ate stadium food

 jumped

roared

and in the end

we won

even though

 it was a bit different

from his

aussie rules football

no shorts

but lots of pads

coney dogs and pizza

and

heaps of breaks in the action.

welcome to america.

“
the trouble with referees is that they just don’t care which side wins.”

~tom canterbury

americans kick off the week with a day off. some of us.

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here’s the most amazing thing you’ll ever read about our 10th president:

john tyler was born in 1790.

he took office in 1841, after william henry harrison died.

and he has two living grandchildren.

not great-great-great-grandchildren.

their dad was tyler’s son.

HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?

the tyler men have a habit of having kids very late in life.

lyon gardiner tyler, one of president tyler’s 15 kids, was born in 1853.

he fathered lyon gardiner tyler jr. in 1924, and harrison ruffin tyler in 1928.

harrison tyler has been interviewed in the last few years for new york magazine.

lyon tyler spoke to the daughters of the american revolution a while back.

it’s all in the math.

his living legacy continues.

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credits: j.english, mentalflossmagazine, google images