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I took a 25 minute walk from my parent's place. The weather was nice (well... it wasn't raining anyway) and I hadn't exercised Saturday or Sunday (Saturday I was sick -- Sunday I was too busy getting ready for the drive down here). Also when I visit my parents my diet is not as strict as it is normally, so it's good to get in any exercise I can.
My father's people (by order of the neighborhood association) identify themselves at this time of year by placing before their dwellings large plywood candycanes, painted red and white, with a large green bow upon which is inscribed their family name. These are the People of the Candycane. As I journeyed, I took notice of how each family within the street clan displayed their candycane -- some by tying it to a tree, others by means of a stake in the ground that was screwed tightly to the cane. Each cane has a front face with the family name and a back face, and all of the canes were presented face-first to me as I journeyed.
As I traveled further from my father's homeland (ie -- the next street over) I came upon a very different people who did not favor the candy cane. On these streets people displayed large plywood candles of red and white, with their names inscribed thereon. I must say that the People of the Candle did not impress me overly much. Their chosen identification seemed inferior to that of the Candycane People -- in particular, the candles were short and squat and the names upon them were not uniform. Some were stenciled, some hand scrawled, some were black letters against white block backgrounds in the field of red. Also, every candle was facing away from me -- indicating that I was traveling the wrong direction, or perhaps indicating they did not welcome someone from the Candycane People.
After I returned home I remarked on my travels, and I heard tales of a people even further away known as the Boot people. Perhaps I will visit their lands one day in the future.
My father's people (by order of the neighborhood association) identify themselves at this time of year by placing before their dwellings large plywood candycanes, painted red and white, with a large green bow upon which is inscribed their family name. These are the People of the Candycane. As I journeyed, I took notice of how each family within the street clan displayed their candycane -- some by tying it to a tree, others by means of a stake in the ground that was screwed tightly to the cane. Each cane has a front face with the family name and a back face, and all of the canes were presented face-first to me as I journeyed.
As I traveled further from my father's homeland (ie -- the next street over) I came upon a very different people who did not favor the candy cane. On these streets people displayed large plywood candles of red and white, with their names inscribed thereon. I must say that the People of the Candle did not impress me overly much. Their chosen identification seemed inferior to that of the Candycane People -- in particular, the candles were short and squat and the names upon them were not uniform. Some were stenciled, some hand scrawled, some were black letters against white block backgrounds in the field of red. Also, every candle was facing away from me -- indicating that I was traveling the wrong direction, or perhaps indicating they did not welcome someone from the Candycane People.
After I returned home I remarked on my travels, and I heard tales of a people even further away known as the Boot people. Perhaps I will visit their lands one day in the future.
