This Friday I had a bit of a collectors moment at an estate sale. What I found from a World’s Fair 100 years ago was a bit of serendipity. The definition of serendipity is “the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.”
Now this was a great happy find and my American Pickers euphoria was in full swing as I drove away. Here is the link to that article When World Was Fair Article
However, only a week earlier I was writing in my journal about how I felt about the 100 year anniversary of the World War I Armistice.
I had read an article about it that focused on barbed wire. How we are reeling out more of it on our border with Mexico compared to how it was the newest thing in warfare 100 years ago in the trenches of Europe.
My days in school looking at pictures of this war and the ones you can see by just searching the internet came into mind. It was an awful thing where war had changed from being personal to using tools that were more destructive and separated from killing one on one.
My journal thoughts at that moment were:
My soul weeps at reading of WWI and the Civil War. Is that a memory of the past this body did not see? But rather a confirmation that we have been here before or just a kindred heart that can’t imagine such savagery for naught?
Do we really want to be there again? or have we ever really stopped being there?
This brought to me an emotional reaction that I don’t know how to explain. I was not alive then but I felt that anguish in my soul. Is it possible that my soul retains the memory of this while my brain that was born in 1953 does not. Could that be why I want to save the history I find?
I am reminded of an article I wrote about crows and their bad reputation they gained from being present at battle grounds.
I usually write about crows and nature. Today, I was so impacted by an article on what Curt Schilling did when internet trolls attacked his daughter. I was driving home and heard the story which for me rang so true. He searched down through the internet these blue meanies and exposed them to the world.
Many of you don’t know that not only do I love Crows but I am a big NASCAR fan. I know, go figure. My point is that Danica Patrick the first female driver in the NASCAR big league gets the most awful comments. These men would be ashamed if their mothers or wives even knew what they were typing into the chat rooms. Watch out guys, there are those out there who can expose you for the troll you are.
I got home and on the evening news was what Curt did for his daughter tracking down these trolls. My husband went right to music. He pulled up a song from Three Dog Night that says it all:
How can people be so heartless? How can people be so cruel? Easy to be hard, easy to be cold
How can people have no feelings? How can they ignore their friends? Easy to be proud, easy to say no
This is courtesy of – Easy To Be Hard Lyrics | MetroLyrics
I have a confession. I own a mini museum of Worlds Fair Memorabilia.
Not only do I follow the crows around my neighborhood but I also seek out those kitschy things that were made years ago for Worlds Fairs. They range from ashtrays, teacups, plastic pens, bottle openers, Jim Beam decanters shaped like a space needle and of course all the pamphlets and guide books.
I found a very cool blog post about another person whose husband had a Seattle Worlds Fair Mini Museum too. That rang so true to me that I realize that is what my collection is. It is in the mini museum realm too. This year I cleared out all the old binders during our record retention pack rat clean up day and put my cool items all in the book shelf.
Thus my museum became more than a pile on top of a lateral file cabinet.
So, kudos to Left Coast Cook and the post Century 21 Redux.
Another passion of mine besides crows and nature is Worlds Fairs. I have quite a collection and decided I needed a showcase for them.
Here is a link to the inaugural article I just posted. Perhaps you will enjoy this era gone by as much as I do and follow my adventure there as well as on Crows of Arroyos. This new blog’s name is When the World was Fair.