Sunday, August 02, 2009

You can't buy this in stores..

The trip down south to Darling Daughter's was precisely as wondermous as I anticipated it would be!
Quite naturally,you may very well expect tons o' pictures documenting the experience.
...Too bad.
As much as photographs serve to freeze-frame precious moments in time,I think I'd like the legacy I leave my Grand babies to have,..I don't know how to 'splain it,..a more spiritual connection between them,..and myself.
Something they can see in themselves,and their offspring, that they might someday say, 'That comes from your Grandfather Sling!'..

And so,with this in mind,I wrote and performed the original tune 'Calliope'
shortly after my second Granddaughter's birth.
It was my intention to give her something of myself that belonged to her,that she might hand down in heirloom fashion.
Yet another selfish bid at immortality on my part,..but there it is.

I had done the same sort of self-aggrandizing for my eldest Granddaughter Tyler Anne some few months after she was born,and was able to snag it on film during this visit.

An original poem*,transcribed in calligraphic form for her first Christmas,which I'd like to cast here in cyber-bronze for future reference.

*Notes on the technical details...(I'm such a German).

I chose for the decorated capitals,my best interpretation of the 'Celtic' style of calligraphy.
The lower case lettering and flourishes are by design of my own hand,varying somewhat from the more rigid 'Old German',or 'Black letter' style.
By way of 'secret code',characters in green will be found to spell out her first name,'Tyler'.


..following in the third stanza with 'Anne',and providing the solution spelled out in it's entirety in the final stanza.

The yellow roses are a family tradition,passed down from my maternal Grandfather.
They represent 'The Yellow Rose of Texas'.
(Not being a particularly religious man himself,this tune was played at his funeral)..



Done on 16" x 22" parchment,using ink and colored pencil,the project took approximately 16 hours.
Hopefully,..my primitive attempt at actual art will be forgiven.

Follows,the poem;

'Whose little girl are you?'

'When you were small,oh,three feet tall',
cotton dress a checkered blue.
You'd greet all and sundry passers by,
with toothy grin and sparkling eye.
They'd ask,'Whose little girl are you?'

Your jacks and jump rope off to play,
'My daddy's little girl' you'd say.
Proud daughter of my youth.

Kind strangers know,
a child's heart grows,
love guided,pledged to truth.

Then summers long,
grown bright and strong,

in veil,and lace,I knew.
Two lives thus twined in hope and joy,

you'd vow to take that handsome boy,
when asked,
'Whose little girl are you?'..

Yet hand to hand,sweet Tyler Anne,
when Grandpa first holds you.

I'll hold you to my chest,
you'll smile,then squeek.
I'll give your little nose a tweek and ask,
'Whose little girl are you?
'..

Now,I have to come up with something unique to hand down to young master Jackson.
A Grandfather's clock is really just a cabinet with clockworks installed right?
..I may very well be getting too old for this stuff.

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14 Comments:

At 12:21 AM , Blogger Willym said...

Its not nice to make a grown man cry on a Monday morning!

Well actually its okay cause the tears were good ones.

 
At 4:17 AM , Blogger secret agent woman said...

That's really beautiful - both the poem and it's physical incarnation.

 
At 9:03 AM , Blogger sageweb said...

Oh how wonderful!

 
At 9:03 AM , Blogger billy pilgrim said...

you're a true renaissance man.

(before i die, i hope to learn how to spell that word.)

 
At 10:29 AM , Blogger rosemary said...

Sniff, sniff. I have only a pre-printed book to fill in with my sad childhood memories to leave my grandchildren. You are wonderful.

 
At 11:14 AM , Blogger jan said...

What a beautiful idea. And you are ageless.

 
At 1:22 PM , Blogger Grish said...

Very creative. And cool and any other complimentary compliment you can think of..

Your an ace among aces..

 
At 2:25 PM , Blogger YELLOWDOG GRANNY said...

you made me weep you sweet man

 
At 4:35 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

You don't plan on building him a Grandfather's clock do you?
He is way to mechanically inclined for something like that.
He will call you and say.."Grandpa, do you want me to tell you exactly how YOU put this clock together?"

 
At 4:46 PM , Blogger Sling said...

Anonypoop- I bet he could figure out how to use it to make ice cream!

 
At 5:16 PM , Blogger Random Thinker said...

Grandpas are the greatest. Grandkids too. And if anybody can build a grandfather clock, it's a German I tell you.

 
At 9:15 AM , Blogger laurent said...

You are quite the artist. Nice!

 
At 5:37 PM , Blogger Middle Child said...

This is just so beautiful. What a gift...you know Sling, I was 8 when my grandfather died in 1963...he was 75. I still remember how I felt about him. I remember how comfortable I was around him and how he cared for me... he was strict at times but fair and gentle...I was only eight and still remember. Your grandkids will carry your memory down and tell their grandkids about you...

 
At 5:34 PM , Blogger Miss Healthypants said...

Wow, that is just so beautiful! Thanks so much for sharing! :)

 

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