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March 16, 2008 |
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We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework,
to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
anything that gives a glimpse into someone
else's life. Anything goes...
how did David know the persons name was Jonathon?
Yeah. Who the heck is Jonathon?
David in Memphis has it all wrong.
Pops didn't ditch the book because he thought it was unfunny. He's dead, dead, dead. And his son (Jonathan? did someone crop carelessly?) wasn't there to flip his old man arse up in his pine box as promised. And he wasn't there to collect or care for his father's estate. Pop's collection of hack humor paperbacks -- and the rest of his worldly treasures -- ended up in probate and were finally dumped on the public library -- and the bill for his downside down burial sloughed off on the taxpaying public.
Deplorable.
This note is a searing knife of conscience against the world's would-be neglectful offspring! Lear had his Regan and his Goneril. Now Pops has his Jonathan. May that name become a epithet for uncaring sons everywhere!
"How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is /
To have a thankless child!"
King Lear I.iv
Jonathon is the friend that found it .(Well, thats the impression I got)
Face down so everyone can kiss what?
His nasty dead ass. Gross.
I love these sweet little notes. These comminiques are what make life worthwhile. My co-worker gave me a thank-you card yesterday because I put Kleenex and a lint-roller in the ladies room. She is without a home (it's being renovated), so getting a card for me was no small chore. It made my day!
OK, weird day...I click on my Found bookmark and get the Find of the Day for May 1, 2006. Only after signing in do I get the real find of the day. Are we an exclusive club, now?
Lots of "inside jokes" in this note.
@Not So Clever, I don't think those of us at Found who know and love our particular Jonathan will be using his name for "an epithet for uncaring sons everywhere." He's pretty cool, actually.
I think its sweet. The rest of the family probably bitch about the bad tempered old fart, but only the grandson thinks the OLD OLD OLD guy is cool with his constant "Kiss my arse" comment. He got him a hilarious book and finishes with an I love you. What more could you want in a grandson?
I guess it could be a girl writing it, but I get a boy vibe.
You guys should hear Buck Sixtyfive, he's a canadian rapper from the east coast. Amazing songwriter. I think he lives in france right now. amazing. i'm going to look for some tunes from him.
oops, that should have been on yesterday's find. sorry guys
I think jonathan is the finder, too. I love this grandson's sense of humour. I bet he and grampa had a great relationship.
I bet he grows up to be just like his pop.
basil, you're sweet, thank you.
The biblical Jonathan was certainly not an uncaring son. His father was King Saul and they defended each other in battle.
Jonathan was also devoted to David (later King David) who was inconsolable when Jonathan was slain.
No sign of this Jonathon's sense of humour though (who can't be me, as he can't even spell his own name!!).
Good theory that 'Pops' is his grandfather. Much easier to have fun with grandparents (and Older Folks generally) than with parents, with their inhibiting parental attitudes and power struggles -- unless he's very lucky and they're a happy fun family.
Otherwise I go with Not so clever's story. I hate it when public libraries sell off books (even if I buy them).
Happy Sunday everyone! (I refrain from saying 'Happy St Patrick's Day', not wishing to encourage all that leprechauns and Guinness nonsense.)
Well, Pops *is* getting really, really, really old now, and I think it's a good thing that he has at least one person thinking about how to dispose of the remains once the proverbial bucket is finally kicked.
I'll bet the old guy thought to himself, "He's a good kid; too bad he never learned how to use an apostrophe."
It makes me sad that the father gave it away. =[ I think his son really loves him and that note proves it in a quarky/quirky way.
Or, maybe Pops did finally "kick the bucket" and some of his old things were give to the library? In which case, that's sad as well. =[
So this is an alltogether sad find.
poor pops, finally kicked the bucket. nice that the family donated his books to a library.
Happy Palm Sonday, Jonathan.
And everybody.
And yes, the spelling is intentional.
On Lopez Island in the San Juans there is this place called "Neil's Mall," aka "The Dump." All the good stuff that people don't want anymore is organized into a little side shop next to the dump and recycling bins, by a guy named Neil and it's all free. I got a beautiful crystal Christmas platter there once. They also have books, books, books. My much-loved uncle died on Lopez Island and after that I found some poetry books and other things that had belonged to my grandfather at Neil's Mall. I also saw one of my own drawings that I had framed and given to my uncle, hanging on the wall of a restaurant on the island. The restaurant owner certainly picked it up at Neil's Mall.
It seems sad to find things that once belonged to loved ones, in thrift stores after they have died. But it's not really sad. There's a lot of stuff that people keep. And the rest of it goes to someone else who wants it.
The "I love you" at the end of the note reveals how the writer really felt about Pops. I have a feeling that Pops fully appreciated the sentiment at the time.
.. and tomorrow is my birthday!
Baby basil, the same thing happened to me. For a while there I thought they were posing more finds throughout the day. I was very confusing, I finally just hit finds in the top left hand corner to get here.
On the find, I love it Pops sound like a hoot. He sounds really loved.
I love this find! I think it's funny and it seems like Pops and the giver had a close relationship. It just makes me smile...
maybe pops kicked the bucket,and the book just found its way there.
Ha, I was very confusing? I meant confused. Still am, in fact. I think "reading to much into everything" has the best comment on the board today, and I'm talking about the handle! Good thing found gave us a break today and posted something fairly light. Aside from not so clever, (also a good handle) or unless someone takes this into bazaar burials this could be a pretty pleasant day.
Mona, Buck 65, try wicked and weird.
Pops must have been a meanie if the impression of him was that he might like the idea of being buried face down so people could kiss it.
You know those battery powered monster hands you can put in the candy bowl at Halloween that grab or move when someones hand gets close? I want those put in the dirt of my grave, so when people walk by it, it grabs their foot. ]:-D
The fact that the book was given away doesn't mean Pops didn't think the book was funny. All it means is Pops was making room on his bookshelves for new books. I do this all the time-I keep only a small percentage of the books I buy, and yes that includes gifts from family.
(Still dancing Mona & Lance: how about you?)
I am completely confused by the comments, not the Found. David (the submitter) clearly says "A friend found this..." It makes sense to me that the friend's name was Jonathan, given the rest of David's commentary.
In an odd way, I hope that Pops *is* dead and that perhaps his family thought someone else would get joy out of his oddly humorous books. It would be sad if Pops himself got rid of the book for some reason and forgot the sweet note inside that I'm sure he would want to keep.
Great Find! I bet Pops was the kinda guy who used to jokingly grumble, "bury me face down when I die, so everyone can kiss my ass."
KC, we've seen Finds accidentally get cut off at the bottom. It happened just in the past week or 2. James or David in Memphis, can you clarify who Jonathon is?
One of my best friends is a Jonathan. 8-)
Clover, you have the most amazing stories. How cool that you'd find your own drawing in a restaurant!
my phone calls with my own pops sounds like this note.
me: pops, i'm almost 46, so that makes you... freakin old.
pops: (chuckle snort chuckle) hell yeah, still have all my teeth though.
me: glad you picked up the phone, thought you might be dead.
pops: nope, no such luck, and i ain't leavin you a drop o' cash (chuckle snort chuckle).
etc etc
so he's never said bury me face down, but i bet he's thunk it.
i bet pops found the book hilarious and thanked the kid later with his signature endearment: kiss my ass, sonny.
my new registered moniker sucks. waaaaa.
this is the perfect Find for my birthday today. my own father called me to tell me i'm getting old this morning(i'm a whopping 22 years old).
It's funny how his eyes(I mean i's) look like colons (:). Cool find. The math is way too hard today.
Agreed, people, lighten up! I also think it was a grandson. Best one you've posted since the hairy man boob.
Lars, make a new one and ask James to delete the one you don't like.
I see the note as a sign of a really good relationship between fun people. I'll bet Pops loved the note!
I am an antiques/vintage dealer and I think the only thing sad you can do with someone's stuff is to throw it away! Anything else is great (And green!).
Happy Birthday, Jamie.
When I die, I want to be cremated. Everybody can kiss my assshes!! Haha, snort, I slay me.
I was sent to the wrong find yesterday and signing in didn't fix it. A couple hours later when I checked back I finally was at the right find.
Is there a way to stay signed in until we log out? That would make this new bug easier to manage.
This note is kind of tacky with the misspelling, sloppy handwriting, and tactless way of commenting on his father's age and death. I imagine a really boisterous, loud, politically incorrect, rude young man when I picture this son. The type that thinks they are funny and witty, but makes all those around them feel uncomfortable at the bluntness.
Awww. Christina, I resemble that remark. Don't mean any harm, though.
Thanks Sue Bee!
My husband and I used to go to junking all of the time aquiring many treasures and lots of crap along the way. We joked that when we died there would be one bad-assed garage sale. Then, he died. I can't get rid of ANYTHING that was his.
LOL! I kinda like that sayin... "When I die bury me upside down so the world can kiss my ass!"
I am curious to know what book it was in, and maybe he was a really cheap grandson and just borrow the book for his "Pops"
Your welcome!
I googled Neil's Mall.
http://lopezhideaway.com/IslandPlay.htm
@ brain problem: but you have the memories there... and the smiles probably come every time you see something crappy you collected together... at least i hope so.
When I borrow a book from the library I sometimes use notes my children have written to me as a bookmark. From time to time I have returned a book still with my note in it.
I guess the next person that borrows the book will find out how much they love (or sometimes) hate me!
I'd rather think that happened rather than the old guys belongings were disposed of.
Haha I love this.
@ Christina: My dad and I have a relationship where we joke around a lot, so I don't think this kid's an ass at all. It's all on how it's perceived by his dad.
@ Brain problem- You're lucky that you have those things, and there's no need to get rid of them. Whether they make you smile or make you cry, the'll always remind you of the good times.
I love this. My dad always says that he wants to be buried face down so people can kiss it. Memories.
My dad says he wants to be buried in cardboard so as to give the worms a tasty treat!
I think these two had a very close relationship regardless of whether or not the son was an arse. If he was than I believe the father or grandfather was as well and that is where they connected. I believe that the son grew up embodying his older relative so much so that he was the only one of the family members to truly respect and appreciate his grandfather's or father's sense of humor.
"Breakfast of Champions" by Kurt Vonnegut?
This is the kind of coarse dialog that I would use with my own father. :o) I even call him Pops unless I want something, then it's Daddy.
In our case, my Dad is a codger. He's grumpy, and has a foul temper, but he is more bark than bite really. Then again, I'm one of the few people that can get away with speaking to him this way.
@ baby basil et al
RE: my mis-identification of Jonathan
Sorry. In my fanciful response to the find I misread the explanatory note, and mistakenly thought J. was the (invisible) signatory on the note -- i.e. Pops' son. I mean no slight to Found's Jonathan (or any other real Jonathan).
I seem to stay logged in until I log out. I can close all my browser windows, ignore the computer for a couple hours, then come back and still be logged in. Today was the first day I came to Found and was directed to an old Find. But I like when that happens.
so we HAVE to be IN somewhere? Can't we simply BE?
To be... or to be in... THAT is the question!
I always wanted to be IN.. but I hear it's dramatically overrated. (changed my profile location, so this is just another annoying test post.)
Hi, Puckhog.
OK Jason, so even if you have no location in your profile, by default it puts "in" in your posting handle.
Has anyone else whined about this, or is it just me? Staying in the kitchen is just plain boring, and I'm not always IN trouble, the bathtub, or the throes of unbridled passion..sometimes = well, as I said before- sometimes I just want to BE.
Yes, please, just let us be...
Actually I whined about in when they got rid of said. And everyone said no we like in! It inspires creative locations! So Jason didn't listen to me whine about in. Maybe he could change in to be. You could be Chrome Toaster be hot today! And Kira be some math genius now. At least if he wants to keep in he could have it visible on the registration so poor people like Lars don't have a surplus of ins in their names. Not that I'm ungrateful. Just saying.
@Night in gale
If I didn't know what you were talking about, I wouldn't know what you were talking about! All those prepositions tossed about begin to conjure Seussian (non)sense.
The 'be' has some promise -- much more active, isn't it? But it evokes the habitual aspect (sorry a nerdly linguistics term sneaks in) of African American English, which will surely set off the flaming racists in our midst.
Sign me "not so clever be creating my handle"
See? I'm just a work in progress. I can get behind that...
and other Afro Anglo dialects and vernaculars around the world, too
Actually, a more appropriate alternative to in would from. I just said be because that's what Chrome was on about. But then I'd be Nightfromgale instead of Nightingale. And Nightbegale sounds Shakespearean or canine, I'm not sure which. You would be not so clever from creating my handle and that just sounds like you're trying to blame someone for your lack of creativity, which is a false impression anyway. What if we could choose our own prepositions along with our name and location. That could get REALLY creative! Night upon gale? Not so clever under creating my handle?
preposition flurry -- lol!
Night upon gale -- now THAT sounds Shakespearean.
but, after all, 'in' allows for all of the options that integrate 'in' with another word, right? And those who seem to f 'in' d 'in' finite ways to 'in' novate and str 'in' g together cool comb 'in' ations.
The web makes us slaves to structure more than we already were...
A lil structure never hurt anyone...8-)
I'm glad you got the Seussian quality of my post-haste post. I didn't think anyone was listening when I wrote that.
When are you gonna get creative with your profile here? Maybe even clever?
Pops must be angry with everyone.
I mean it's clear that one day not long ago he sat securing a deal with his son to make sure they can kiss it and all.
I'm glad nobody said creepy for this one. It rules! I like people with a sense of humor about death.
I am David from Memphis--I sent this FOUND in way back when. Somehow, the signature line "Your son, Jonathon" didn't make it through. Sorry for the confusion!