woodbooga
cords of mystic memory
This is based on a bit of local lore - the parable of the same ax twice...
An old hilltop Yankee - probably near or about 80 - is splitting kindling in his dooryard one afternoon when he is approached by a traveler is in need of directions.
After telling the traveler that "you cahn't get thay-ya frahm he-yah," the old Yankee does give directions based on well-known (to him) local landmarks (e.g., over to the ol' Paige fahm - aboaut 2 rods thencefore, yah'll come to a four conners...")
The traveler expresses his thanks, and compliments the gray haired denizen of the foothills on the large pile of kindling he'd made from what came from his cedarswamp.
To this, the oldtimer gets a look in his eye that's a combination 1,000-yard stare and a look of almost tender endearment.
"Now this he-yah is one fine splittin' axe. Used it ahll muh loife since in my growin up years."
He runs his thumb along the edge of the ax and recalls, "Ah-yuh. Donn hadda replace the handle more than a couple three fou-ah times. And the axhead also too back to 1971. Dahn fine axe this is he-yah."
At this time, the traveler bade his farewell and set about his way. As he passed the old Paige farm and approached the aforementioned 4 corners, he wondered, "With both the handle and the axhead having been replaced over the decades, is it the same ax, or a different ax."
After failing to find several of the local landmarks, the traveler had some difficulty unencrypting the old timer's directions. He eventually arrived at his destination - but had yet to satisfactorily resolve in his mind the parable of the same ax twice.
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What do you all think? opcorn:
An old hilltop Yankee - probably near or about 80 - is splitting kindling in his dooryard one afternoon when he is approached by a traveler is in need of directions.
After telling the traveler that "you cahn't get thay-ya frahm he-yah," the old Yankee does give directions based on well-known (to him) local landmarks (e.g., over to the ol' Paige fahm - aboaut 2 rods thencefore, yah'll come to a four conners...")
The traveler expresses his thanks, and compliments the gray haired denizen of the foothills on the large pile of kindling he'd made from what came from his cedarswamp.
To this, the oldtimer gets a look in his eye that's a combination 1,000-yard stare and a look of almost tender endearment.
"Now this he-yah is one fine splittin' axe. Used it ahll muh loife since in my growin up years."
He runs his thumb along the edge of the ax and recalls, "Ah-yuh. Donn hadda replace the handle more than a couple three fou-ah times. And the axhead also too back to 1971. Dahn fine axe this is he-yah."
At this time, the traveler bade his farewell and set about his way. As he passed the old Paige farm and approached the aforementioned 4 corners, he wondered, "With both the handle and the axhead having been replaced over the decades, is it the same ax, or a different ax."
After failing to find several of the local landmarks, the traveler had some difficulty unencrypting the old timer's directions. He eventually arrived at his destination - but had yet to satisfactorily resolve in his mind the parable of the same ax twice.
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What do you all think? opcorn: