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As a young child, I was enthralled with wind. I would stick my hand out of our 1958 ford and and wonder what this strange thing was that pushed so hard but I couldn't see it. Wind would blow across the prairie so hard that all the clothes would fly off the clothesline but I couldn't see this force...I just couldn't see it. Riding the roller coaster on July 4th with my cousin...the wind blew away my cap but I couldn't see the wind..I couldn't see it.
On Mother's day, 1964, I saw the wind one time and have never seen it since. Mom grabbed my hand to take me to the cellar but the wind had already done it's damage. When I heard the noise, I ran outside to see the wind.
The wind is black and wide at the top...narrow at the bottom and skips across the prairie like my top. The dirt and pieces of glass burnt my eyes, it was the last time I saw the wind...the last time I saw.
My blindness has been both a blessing and a burden but I can tell you that I saw what I longed to see...I saw the wind.
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As a young child, I was enthralled with wind. I would stick my hand out of our 1958 ford and and wonder what this strange thing was that pushed so hard but I couldn't see it. Wind would blow across the prairie so hard that all the clothes would fly off the clothesline but I couldn't see this force...I just couldn't see it. Riding the roller coaster on July 4th with my cousin...the wind blew away my cap but I couldn't see the wind..I couldn't see it.
On Mother's day, 1964, I saw the wind one time and have never seen it since. Mom grabbed my hand to take me to the cellar but the wind had already done it's damage. When I heard the noise, I ran outside to see the wind.
The wind is black and wide at the top...narrow at the bottom and skips across the prairie like my top. The dirt and pieces of glass burnt my eyes, it was the last time I saw the wind...the last time I saw.
My blindness has been both a blessing and a burden but I can tell you that I saw what I longed to see...I saw the wind.
Dan
As a child I would watch them bring in the windmills and build them. I would watch all of them bulid them - my mom and dad were some of the people who helped build them. I lived in a time when Great Change happened.
I lived in a time when natural resources were depleted and my generation and the generations after would suffer immensely if something didn't change.
My parents were part of the collective grass roots movement that believed in WIND POWER.
Many were against WIND POWER until all the coal was depleted from the earth and oil was in short supply. WIND POWER was the answer. It was my saving grace.
I look back on those years watching the blades go round and round. I am blessed with my child running around on the grass today with WIND POWER energy to continue in the future.
This picture immediately reminded me of this post.
http://nounsmakeverbs.blogspot.com/2009/02/once-when-i-was-driving-across.html
"Windy today, Mama!" said my little girl as her hair waves in every direction. Her 30 pound frame pushed with all its might through those blustery March winds. "Mama, the wind will help me swing, right?" she said with hopeful eyes. She loved spending a windy afternoon swinging with the wind's energetic push. Nature played along that day.
The night has settled ... the wind whips my dreams into a froth, and visions of windmills wait for the force to hit.
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