The always essential and admirable craftsman Scott Wadsworth takes us on a pilgrimage in stone.
The always essential and admirable craftsman Scott Wadsworth takes us on a pilgrimage in stone.
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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That was wonderful.
Awesome, I grew up in Rocklin Calif, the Granite Quarries Are everywhere. Granite was cut sculpted and sold across this nation. The Rukala Brothers and Family were the stone masons and our closest neighbors.
Their grandchildren were my closest friends, their daughters, and sons, were married to my mom and dad’s best friends. The Rukala would mine the granite until wet springs were hit, which filled the quarries. Which when filled created deep deep swimming holes.
My favorite had a giant pine tree growing next to the top of the quarry. The pine stood at its tallest perhaps 150 ft above the water, great for diving.
Most of the quarries are fenced now, wayyyy too dangerous for our youth, and way too many chances of litigation.
The quarries, like the Rocklin City Park, which stood next to City Hall were also shut down, the slides, the swings, the merry-go-rounds were death traps according to the losers running the show, they were removed along with the monkey bars. Ashamed really.
As 8,9,10 years old we thought nothing of climbing up the pine tree and diving into these freshwater quarries. We all swam like fish and clearly understood the “ Don’t Panic” part of swimming.
A while back, I visited my home town, my Great Grandmother and my Grandma are resting there. After visiting, walking the Rocklin Cemetery visiting with old friends and neighbors, who left before me. Quit peaceful.
I walked the three blocks to the swimming quarry, climbed thru the fence, and just sat, my legs dangling over the edge. Strangely the quarry wasn’t nearly as big and deep as I had remembered it. I called my oldest friend in the world, Monty, who just happened to be in Rocklin, he drove over and joined me. Monty had just lost his mother who was 96 years old.
We reviewed our history, strange how we each see the same events differently.
Anyway, the main quarry is now an amusement park, with climbing rocks, zip lines, and other fun outdoor activities. I’m pleased to see the nasty dangerous litigation-prone quarry being used for rugged outdoor activities.
Seems to me the outdoor activity usage of the quarry is not brained. Was told another lifelong friend and a Rukala, Bobby Petersons now running the park. If true Absolutely perfect.
Again the Rocklin granite was considered some of the finest in the nation. Of course, there are other locations, these granite quarries happen to be the ones I have a history with. We are waiting for our youngest grandson to get tall enough to take to Rukala park for a vigorous day of bouldering and zip line activity. With any luck, I’ll be able to share all the back trails we kids used to traverse Rocklin.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Years to you all.
The local park had to security fence off the quarry remnants after some dullards fell and or pushed off a comrade.
We used to climb up there and enjoy the view back in legacy America.
Tombstone reminded me of this … https://youtu.be/LbeepwAIhy0?t=285