The next item on the jar is the beauty of nature. Hmmm! Where to start? I’ll tweak the topic a tad and write about the beauty of (man made) nature. Here goes with the scene setting.
I spent most of my life in the northeast. And most of my “developing” years were spent in a two family house that my mother’s father had built in 1913. One time there was a small black and white photograph of that house (which is still someone’s home) and it is the only house on the block — with the exception of another house at the other end of the block.
That house, as it turned out, was a carbon copy of this house, identical floor plans, rooms, etc. As it would also turnout, it became the home of my best boyhood friend. The old mirror image thingy.
The beauty of (man made) nature was the neighborhood. Yes, the houses were close together and most were two stories, but it made for a neighborhood. This was post WWII and the living was good, at least from the perspective of a six-year-old. We’d walk to school and walk home at noon for a hot lunch made by our stay-at-home Mom.
People mowed their own lawns and looked after their neighbors children. We’d walk to the big park donated to the city by an ice skate manufacturer and play cowboys and indians all Saturday afternoon or ride our bikes up and down its trails and go sledding on its snow-covered hills in the winter. It was some pretty man made nature. It was safe, friendly and a great place to grow up. Of course, sang The Byrds covering Dylan, “I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now.”
Now we live in southwest Florida in a community that’s different in many ways but similar in others. It was mostly built 70 years after that boyhood home. It’s one story with no basement, a common occurrence in Florida. Here contractors mow the lawns but neighbors look out for each other. On Monday afternoons the pre-dinner hour is spent by the pool sipping adult beverages and swapping tales. And there are informal parties on certain holidays.
It’s not just the physical setting that shows the beauty of man made; it’s the associations men and woman form with others whom arrive as strangers and stay as friends that are beautiful . . . .
Funny. That’s not how I thought his post would end. Actually, I had no idea how it would end. That’s also the beauty.
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