The one tool I would add is a lever. My dad always said, "Give me a lever and a solid place to stand, and I'll move the world." The lever magnifies your inherent power, and can often be used my more than one person (many hand make light work...).
Your dad was a wise man. A faithful student of Archimedes lessons I see. At first glance three, no five of the tools directly use a lever. The plow, forceps, weather vane, compass, and meter. Its the fulcrum that points the way. The lever is natures amplifier - there is quite a story there.
Look at the ships also: though they are so large and are driven by strong winds, they are guided by a very small rudder wherever the will of the pilot directs. - From James 3
Thanks, Paul! I appreciate your reductionist approach in this case, and identifying the underlying tool that I hadn't considered when looking at the ones on the cover art. My dad was a gentleman farmer after running his own business for years, but a lifelong learner at heart. Nary a day went by he didn't have a stack of books (or several stacks) around his farmhouse, and the neighbors and UPS driver always enjoyed stopping by for a glass of coffee and dose of wisdom. I wish I had paid more attention....!
So I’ll ‘stack’ a few words. The metronome. I still have the one I used as a very young little girl. My grandmother was the first to introduce me to playing. She watched me and my little brother during the day while the parents worked. She figured out I could listen to songs and pick out the melody on my own. This led to lessons which were paid for by my grandmother selling eggs. Looking back those first piano lessons brought many other lessons my way. I learned discipline brought joy. I experienced joy playing for both my grandmothers and especially my daddy. I would come home from high school head straight to the piano and play Camp Town Races, La Cucaracha,
She’ll Be Coming Round The Mountain, Home on the Range, Buffalo Gals and many more for at least an hour. Sometimes more. She would tell me, “Now those are real songs. Not that silly stuff by those silly guys you have those little statues of. Ummm. You mean like Bach? Beethoven? I laughed. But it was one of those times you knew sacrifice, serving and joy go hand in hand. Looking back, all those memories tied to the metronome… God used them to give my life a rhythm that I adhere to today. My grandparent’s budget needed that egg money. As she saw beyond their needs and into the heart of someone else. Years later, the day I realized my other grandmother would wait for me to come home and play the piano it did something to me. It began my lifelong journey to continually look for ways to sacrifice, serve and bring joy.
The one tool I would add is a lever. My dad always said, "Give me a lever and a solid place to stand, and I'll move the world." The lever magnifies your inherent power, and can often be used my more than one person (many hand make light work...).
Your dad was a wise man. A faithful student of Archimedes lessons I see. At first glance three, no five of the tools directly use a lever. The plow, forceps, weather vane, compass, and meter. Its the fulcrum that points the way. The lever is natures amplifier - there is quite a story there.
Look at the ships also: though they are so large and are driven by strong winds, they are guided by a very small rudder wherever the will of the pilot directs. - From James 3
Thanks, Paul! I appreciate your reductionist approach in this case, and identifying the underlying tool that I hadn't considered when looking at the ones on the cover art. My dad was a gentleman farmer after running his own business for years, but a lifelong learner at heart. Nary a day went by he didn't have a stack of books (or several stacks) around his farmhouse, and the neighbors and UPS driver always enjoyed stopping by for a glass of coffee and dose of wisdom. I wish I had paid more attention....!
So I’ll ‘stack’ a few words. The metronome. I still have the one I used as a very young little girl. My grandmother was the first to introduce me to playing. She watched me and my little brother during the day while the parents worked. She figured out I could listen to songs and pick out the melody on my own. This led to lessons which were paid for by my grandmother selling eggs. Looking back those first piano lessons brought many other lessons my way. I learned discipline brought joy. I experienced joy playing for both my grandmothers and especially my daddy. I would come home from high school head straight to the piano and play Camp Town Races, La Cucaracha,
She’ll Be Coming Round The Mountain, Home on the Range, Buffalo Gals and many more for at least an hour. Sometimes more. She would tell me, “Now those are real songs. Not that silly stuff by those silly guys you have those little statues of. Ummm. You mean like Bach? Beethoven? I laughed. But it was one of those times you knew sacrifice, serving and joy go hand in hand. Looking back, all those memories tied to the metronome… God used them to give my life a rhythm that I adhere to today. My grandparent’s budget needed that egg money. As she saw beyond their needs and into the heart of someone else. Years later, the day I realized my other grandmother would wait for me to come home and play the piano it did something to me. It began my lifelong journey to continually look for ways to sacrifice, serve and bring joy.