In Canadian Scouts, the highest accolade one can achieve is the Chief Scout’s Award. Requires a whole load of badges and tasks and whatnot – sorta like the US Eagle Scout i suppose.
Anyhow, as it goes, most Scouts earn this on their way out and onto Ventures (the next age bracket group) but diligent as i am, earned at a young age (was told youngest ever but no way to verify) and attended the ceremony (requiring special permission apparently) along with older brother Bob and pal Brad Coleman.
What follows are artifacts and evidence from the event and award.
Catching up on some scrap books: A few fresh ones, ￼a few bonus items some old ones,￼ breaking the seal on a few others, organizing odds and ends￼ for future use (and the biographers).
Annotations on individual books if curious. ￼ Note: need more bookshelves, the overhead shots don’t really show the girth.
* Tsuchida Life 2020, part 1 *
Ephemera from “regular life” / normal out and abouts to museums, events, cafés etc., mostly from this year (earlier).
Btw the kanji characters on the left are pronounced “Tsuchida” which mean dirt/soil field/paddy – this is the name of our neighbourhood.
* Baby Book *
Just starting on this one for the new human with various ultrasounds, lists, notes, name ideas, announcements and eventually, maybe some of your cards and letters.
* Nagasaki Usual Days *
This one is well, it’s pretty awesome… from our trip in February (which seems like 1 million years ago) to a remarkable city to visit cousins, ride trains, see some sites, and eat all the food. As such: Tidbits from museums, cafés etc. included, plus various snapshots and notes. Just about done…, But I always say that ;)
Round-up from the kura barn/mixed-media-creative-studio-in-process…
Next up, going to attempt to carry up a big shelf cabinet – then, hopefully can squeeze in another bookcase and start unloading the huge stash of records and books into something more manageable. [Update: done]
In the meanwhile, here’s a few odds and ends of items which maybe didn’t get floated out there, just to, well… float em out, round em up for your amusement along the way. Progress and all. Annotations in-line with evidence.
Update: each of these majestic suitcases now carries a specific subset of collections, ergo:
one has dossiers and scraps and supplies for making more scrapbooks
another, completed large form scrap books; another has all smaller sized journals, notebooks, diaries etc
next contains “paper point collages“ from various presentations and talks over the years
yet another contains little valuable trinkets from here and there and you
then there are a couple of classic typewriters in cases
a big blue bin filled with percussion odds and ends
another blue bin filled with collections of collections (pins, patches, playing cards, glasses, cameras,…)
another big stack of letter writing supplies with stationery, postcards, paper sets etc.
another satchel bulging with empty notebooks awaiting their turn for scribbles…
And this is just one shelf of many many shelves – below the shelf is boxes of photos, letters, childhood artifacts and the like.
Making great progress and today’s task is hauling up a sturdy shelving cabinet to start offloading records and books / hopefully can get the stereo set up although there’s a little bit of a problem with a broken speaker connector part. ~ Could really use a few elves to enjoy the process with > making sure to keep my pace slow to not “crash” > It’s all quite exciting (oh by the way, yesterday all the clothes and costumes etc. mostly got sorted, folded, stashed)
As I opened up dozens of boxes today to kind of do a “rough sort“ and see what I’m dealing with, so many thoughts and emotions flooding back – However, work to do with intent of pulling out a few artifacts for upcoming Jack Kerouac workshop (oh yeah, don’t cancel don’t cancel everything proceed normally etc. etc.)…
Anyhow, I collect collections and, in various cigar boxes, shoeboxes, and satchels of different kinds I have assortments of:
* playing cards (despite the fact that I don’t know how to shuffle or any card games) * pins of all sorts * lighters and coasters from all around the world * ￼belt buckles and belts (many of these used on old suitcases) * ￼felt pennants and other classic Vancouver odds and ends including expo 86 artifacts￼ * dozens of amusing hats – also scarves and hats and more hats￼ * cassette tapes (primarily ones from garage band from decades ago * CDs (commercial as well as from people who said “dude you got to hear my band“ and gave me said CD) * plenty of vinyl (oh my!) / Many of which I never had a chance to listen to as I ordered them and they were drop shipped to various friends and brothers’ house￼ * suitcases filled with hitchhiking signs, presentation “paper point“ collages, and dozens of scrapbooks, journals, diaries, notebooks, sketches… dozens
Overall, I have about six-eight of my old-timey suitcases, two typewriters, all sorts of fun outfits (we’ll see what still fits after I do a lot of laundry as most is a bit musty) and then dossiers of travel ephemera from various trips as well as the already constructed “static montage” story boards that I create for various trips. In other words, have enough projects to keep me going for a while.
Plus loads of art supplies and office supplies and stationery supplies. ￼Also a stereo and a bunch of recording gear and another 2/3 of the boxes I haven’t opened yet.
And then of course there is art, both originals and prints and posters… Took the time to unroll some posters and start to flatten them out, then re-organized all the framed art into big boxes with similar pieces as we start to hang up stuff all over the house and barn etc. etc. (we don’t have near enough wall space but that’s another story, we can swap out exhibits if you know what I mean).
Before the arms were adorned with badges (basically every single badge except the sailing one) and before i was a Chief Scout (basically the youngest one ever), i was just a Beaver graduate trying to make my way in the intimidating world of Cub Scouting.
Soon, i became a “6-er” and a “2-nd” or something and was qualified to lead the DYB DYB DYB chants. Heady days which began with a wee cub and his badgeless grey flannel shirt and fantastic hair (and yet another pair of specs).