February 07, 2009

Electric Library

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6 comments:

Kubinak said...

I'm loving your posts. I can't sleep. Highly unusual. I usually sleep like a tired puppy, but not tonight. I can hear a train whistling in the distance. My three animals are sleeping in a circle around me and Bruce is in Maine working on his prototype, which will be used to cast the first mold. He is scared. Times are hard, and harder now. Not as hard as the times I read of in a book called, "The Worst Hard Times." I never really understood dust bowl until I read that book. Staggering. The dust from Oklahoma clouded the skies of Washington, D.C. Did you know that? I didn't know that. My personal email is phanniek@hotmail.com.

Barry said...

Hi Phannie,

I am glad you are enjoying the posts. :-)

I somehow have the image locked in my brain of DC in a dust cloud so maybe I did read that at one time.

Wasn't the dustbowl triggered by humans farming so much they took away the ground cover?

rocketts said...

yup, overfarming, and the crops they overfarmed, cotton's real hard on land they say.

rocketts said...

that coupled with severe drought, of course, but some prairies are meant to be prairies.
You know, I still can't stand most actors, especially those who act like they know stuff. I played Tom Joad for another company last year and now I'm talking like I'm an expert in dust bowl. If only I could land a Capn'
Crunch gig, I could really get into the cereal bowl.

rocketts said...

nice image parade, by the way.
helicopter action.

Kubinak said...

Several years of farming the land with the same crop and no rest time is what led to the destruction of the prairie lands. And in one big wind on one big day a dust storm began that loomed so large and furiously, it landed in D.C. A message to the President. President Obama may be in for a dust bowl of his own. I'm so disappointed. In him.

Not only the over farming of land (excuse my disjointed forays), it was the fact that the farmers were farming the same crops each year, instead of switching up, like the land across from the Schoolhouse. One year corn, next year not. Is that beautiful little path of land still there? I have a photograph of it through the second-story barndoors. I love that photo.

You'd love the actor who is in my writing workshop. What a piece of work she is.