On Matters of Brooms and Sweeping

The title of this blog has left some, maybe more than some, maybe many, has left people wondering about the significance, if any, of sweeping yards. 

Sweeping is an old custom and for many people a lost skill. Done properly, sweeping creates a mood, a feel, a culmination of well-put effort. Done poorly, sweeping leaves a mess and causes people to reach for the medicine cabinet.

Time was, and not so long ago, sweeping, sweeping with a broom I am speaking of, was an indoor skill (please do not mention "indoor" and "yard" and such--all in due course) that would make quick work of tidying things. Patent offices worldwide must have millions, maybe billions, of replacements for the broom and for the act of sweeping. Some of the claimed replacements are plain silly. Racking my brain I find no replacement of the broom as pleasing as the broom. 

Swish is nice. Swish is more agreeable to the ear than vroom. Vroom. Need I describe? Of course not. You agree even if you sell Electrolux door-to-door. I am not sure that anybody does that anymore. 

I have never tripped over the cord of a broom and my limbs are less broken than otherwise they might be for the absence of a broom cord. Life is full of things nobler than to have broken one's bones for a Hoover. 

I fear I stray. That's okay. My cat does the same thing, though with more grace. 

If I stray it is because I am more interested in the beauty of the form and choreography of the broom and sweeping than I am in the lore that has grown up around sweeping. And that, now that I begin to unstray, is where I began writing this. Broom and sweeping lore is plentiful. Maybe some of it is useful. Maybe. I read in Shelby County Today a piece by Neal Murphy called "Broom Lore and Old Wives Tales." I recommend it if you have time and you will have time if you simply give up on trying to get the cord to retract. 

Timely to the season is this advice, "To prevent an unwelcome guest from returning, sweep out the room they stayed in immediately after they leave." Done. We may have missed this chance. "Do not sweep at all using a broom on New Year’s Day or bad luck will follow you all year long." I am safe. 

Advice and admonitions abound. Enjoy. And one day I will tell you about the title of this blog. Actually, I already have, at least partially, doing a little is better than doing nothing at all, but the description is so far back that you probably cannot find it. Don't fret. That is almost as bad as leaving the broom leaning against the bed. 

 

But he himself went a day's journey into the wilderness and came and sat down under a broom tree. And he asked that he might die, saying, "It is enough; now, O Lord, take away my life, for I am no better than my fathers.

Kings something 

Meditation 

This Bears Remarking

 Or thinking. At least thinking. 

About

 Today

No. Not today, but back then.

It was a nice time. 2019. France  

I think it was the 

Restaurant le Carré d'Art, Nimes

Philip Glass and My Mother

I brought Philip Glass to campus for a presentation. Some time ago. A colleague and I did a short interview on our NPR affiliate about the visit. We played excerpts from the composer's music. 

"My mother would enjoy this," I thought to myself and sent her a copy.

Going through her things recently, I came across the cassette I sent. On the envelope my mother had written "Killing hogs I think."

Milton Puryeur killing hogs on his land. Marion Post Wolcott, Library of Congress, Farm Security Administration

Obedience

 

I sold that snapshot. I am sorry. It is a good one and a fine moral lesson. I should have kept the photograph and tacked it above my desk as a reminder and guilt-inducer to stay on track with my tasks. 

And this weekend, last one in March 2024, I discovered that I had a second copy. 

Money Changing

June 11, 2018

San Francisco. Visit. Early morning. Thought to myself: I probably need to change money. SF is another country. And that's good. 

Blue

Overheard at Magritte exhibition at SFMOMA: "We should use that blue in our hallway"

Finland Reads

If, however, Finland has been rated the world’s most literate country, it may also have something to do with a 19th-century decree that a couple could not marry in the Lutheran church before both passed a reading test. “Quite an incentive,” observes Halonen, “to learn to read.”

Safe, happy and free: does Finland have all the answers? | World news | The Guardian

Found

Found

The flu can kill millions. In 1918, a pandemic was fueled by World War I. - The Washington Post

The flu can kill millions. In 1918, a pandemic was fueled by World War I. - The Washington Post

My mother was eight years old when the pandemic spread to rural Alabama and the farm that the family cultivated. Mama was the only person in the family who did not contract the flu. She was the only caregiver for the family. She remembered that she had to rotate and change bedpans for the patients. Her father gave her instruction on feeding the farm animals. She was a brave little girl.

Aroma of Sounds

Were you able to breathe through your ears, presumable you could sense the aromas of sounds. 

Don't Remember, Don't Know

There's a difference between "don't remember" and "don't know"

Tuscaloosa Wrecking Co.

I enjoy seeing this photograph several times a year.

Walker Evans

Known

Things we used to know changed. Inconsiderate.

Year

Rainer Maria Rilke said of a new year, "And now we welcome the new year. Full of things that have never been."

Unfortunately, I doubt this is going to be one of those years. 

Talking

I'm talking to the glassware if that's your concern.

Hurt

The hurt's gone but not the memory.

Pillows

You can estimate the age of a person by the number of pillows they need.

My Grandparents Allen, Wedding Day

This photograph dates to 1899 and shows my Grandfather and Grandmother Allen (Julius Henry Allen, Lillian Eremine McKinley) on their wedding day. Showing front and back of the card photograph. The notes were made by Lucille Allen

Back of photograph. No month/day has been determined for their 1899 marriage.

This was the second marriage for Julius. His first wife, Josephine Farmer (also known as Mary Josephine and Josie) died 11 May 1897.

Nobody said it was going to be easy

Repeal and Replace
Nobody said it was going to easy

With apologies to a couple of really rational guys.