My Mom, LaRue Dorothy Henkel McGuire was born on October 26, 1916. She lived a remarkable life of 98 years. Two days ago, we noted the day that would have been her 100th birthday, with memories, photos and stories.
I shared my blog entry of 2010, which included a transcription of an oral history Mom shared. At the time, I was planning to transcribe a second recording. But I never got “around to it”. That recording has been in storage and waiting for six years.
On this birthday, the recording needs to be shared with family! Here it is:
Frank Henkel and his girls, Bernice and LaRue, circa 1923
Once a barbershopper, always a barbershopper? It could be.
A new barbershop chorus formed in Davis County, Utah in 2014 … but they forgot to let me know. Well … I found them anyway, and I’m ready for some old fun repeated and some new fun with new friends.
The chorus is the North Front Sound. You can visit their website, or have a look on Facebook
Last night was my first performance with them. We shared a venue at Northridge High School in Layton, UT. For me it brought back many fond memories, and it was just plain fun to be a part of an enthusiastic and talented chorus.
Throw-back Thursday? The photo below was from a “few years ago”.
This morning, I got up at 5:20 am, then went downstairs to practice jazz improv for an hour at the piano. I then moved into hunter-gatherer mode, and walked a mile to Maverik to get a quart of milk for the morning cereal. On the way home at 7:30 I heard:
Yes, Reveille was playing on the huge loudspeakers of Hill Air Force Base – two miles away. What a sweet sound, from a distance! Now the distance is not just two miles. Also the distance from that place is one year, since one year ago I left my half-time work at HAFB to become the full-time piano technician. I like hearing Reveille from that distance.
It is a distance of one year with no regrets. Just a more centered and joy-filled life.
I’ve refined the design of the tablesaw outfeed table to include details for the router table and jig storage. Some of the space will remain as cubby holes. Other space will be drawers.
Sketchup really helps!
I recently took the time to re-learn Sketchup. I’m still inefficient with it, but its capability for joining conceptual drawing with accurate scaling is awesome. I really love it! Though I’ve played with it a number of times in the past, I think it’s finally in my toolbox.
Here’s the outfeed table I spent time designing last night. The over-hang on the right provides clearance for dust collection piping on table saw. Still coming in the design:
- router table inset
- storage for router and tablesaw accessories
Parking Enforcement Gone Beserk!
Alert: Avoid Salt Lake City
While enjoying some laughs at Wise Guys Comedy Club in Salt Lake, more “humor” awaited me on the windshield of my car! I was cited for “Month Decal Faded”. What???
That’s right. It seems that the Utah DMV has recently been issuing license plate decals that fade to the point they are unreadable. And, Salt Lake City, seizing on the opportunity is issuing citations to car owners. Oops! Come on folks, this is ridiculous. This does not pass the Ho Ho test.
No I’m not alone. Have a look at this article in the Salt Lake Tribune.
Here’s my very calm email to the folks at Salt Lake City Parking Enforcement. Do you think they’ll respond?
On Sat, Jul 14, 2012 at 11:07 PM, Duane McGuire <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
I received a citation while spending money in Salt Lake City this evening for “Month Decal Faded”. Yes. It is faded. I didn’t know that was a problem. The registration is valid, and the month of expiration is discernible. I’ve attached a photo of the plate.
Please rescind this violation notice. Really, it cannot pass a common sense test.
1077 N 1285 W
Clinton, UT 84015
Erin designed a coffee table that we built in the shop in August. This weekend was the next road trip to Portland. Here’s the table at her place.
Frank McGuire, my uncle, passed away last weekend at the age of 92. It was too soon, because he could still tell a good story.
Frank gave his children – my wonderful cousins – the gift of story, and the gift of can-do! As a very direct result, his memorial service resulted in many tears, and much laughter. Frank would be proud.
These are my simple word sketches of Frank’s life and spirit:
- The young man of the depression is working a poor farm in Minnesota, and treks to Washington to work in the woods in the winter and treks back to Minnesota in the summer. Treks? Right – with a thumb in the air and hopping freights. That’s can-do.
- The young man gets a letter from his sweetheart in Minnesota. He says, “I don’t like the sound of what’s going on there”, packs his bag, sticks out his thumb and heads to Minnesota to make things right. That’s can-do.
- The father of six finds that the money doesn’t stretch as far as it needs to, so he decides that two jobs are better than one. That’s can-do.
- The older man finds that the social security check doesn’t go as far as he’d like. He says, I like trips to the woods … so now he’s a woodcutter. That’s can-do.
- I congratulate the old man on his first hole-in-one. He says, ‘Not much to it. If you spend 40 years trying, eventually it’s going to go in the hole”. That’s can-do.
- The old man talks to his older brother, who complains that he can’t find anyone who can do a new cedar shingle roof. The old man says, “No problem. I can do that. It will be a nice visit”. That’s can-do.
Thank you Frank, for your may stories, and your example of a life well-lived!
Week 2 passed without a ride — the weekend was filled with Timpanogos Storytelling Festival. Week 3 nearly passed without a ride, but I got home from Oregon in time for a ride. Today I rode 13 miles at a good pace. I could feel the old body starting to work again.
This is the ride: Google Map
Temperature in the mid 40’s. Thank you. Got on the bicycle and rode 8 miles! Revenge of the fat boy!