Well, my original intent for this blog got hijacked by a desire to write a book. A book about my life. As a memoir to leave from my family. Something my grand kids and great-grand kids can read long after I am gone. Every wonder what your grandparents were like? You've heard stories passed down to you. But you would really like to have your grandfather or grandmother telling you in his or her own words. In the process of writing, I gained a whole new understanding of myself. The book morphed into a project that expanded well beyond a simple memoir. I still have not written a title for the book even though I am 80,000 words into writing it. The book has taken on a life of its own. I am sure the title will present itself at the appropriate time.
I love candles. I love making tea light candle holders and special lantern holders just to have a reason to light more candles in my home. My love for candles was created long before the exotic scented candles had become popular. My earliest memories of smelling burning wax go back to those days when a storm knocked out our electrical power in our home. Instant darkness. A quick scramble for the kitchen drawer that held the candlesticks and the matches. Seeing that candle flicker to light brought immediate relief. As more candles were lit more shadows were dissipated. So I have always been baffled by some people's tendency to blow out other people's candles so that their candles would burn so much brighter. A current internet meme is: “Blowing out someone else’s candle doesn’t make yours shine any brighter.” In a purely pragmatic sense, this statement is true. The amplitude of the light of a single candle does not increase as other candles in...
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