17 foot Rangeley boat
Solar power for the work shop and home. Should provide 100% (annually) plus some for the community.
Thanks H2OC Engineering.
Powered up 8/6/2019 Production so far (03/21/2020) 4129 KWH.
Even after the short days of winter our PV system has produced more electricity than we have used. We are currently 439 KWH in the black (and climbing).
The Wee Boat, Built in cargo hold #2 of MV Caribbean Mercy
Sincere and profound thanks to all who helped our family pursue the dream of being benevolent.
Lillyfoot`s Bicycle .She was a good shipmate
Airplane Propellers in Public Schools By Maurice McMurry
Friday, May 29, 2020
The Air Craft of the past have always thoroughly intrigued me. My brother was a skilled modeler. We shared a room. I did not have a mobile hanging over my bed. I had the most of the US Air Force. Being a woodworker I particularly admire wooden propellers. I attended Robert E. Lee Elementary in Columbia MO. For some crazy reason I was often suspected of mischief. One day in the Fourth Grade the Principal entered the bathroom just as I was stepping away from the sink with wet hands. As I made eye contact with him a blob of wet toilet paper (thrown and stuck to the ceiling by another boy) dislodged itself and landed on his bald head. I was marched with ceremony to the dark, stinky, boiler room deep in the bowels of the school. We came into a cavernous room lit only by a desk lamp on the Janitors gigantic desk. The janitor did not look up but quietly mumbled something about a Propeller?, and unlocked a drawer. My father had a cabinet shop then, and at only 9 I had done enough sanding of wood and wood sealers, to recognize a highly polished piece of premium hard Ash, and that is what came out of the drawer. I was asked politely to empty my back pockets, put my hands behind my head, and put my elbows on the desk. I was introduced to the "Swat". Accused of various things, sometimes falsely, I made the march to the boiler room at least once a year.
My Jr. High Was Jefferson Junior High, also in Columbia MO. In the Seventh Grade ,through no fault of my own, I found myself in the Principal`s office once again. In Junior High we felt as though we had really grown up. We now got to move around the halls, going from class to class like College students. I had Art class which I liked. There was tension in Art class . In retrospect I suspect it was racial. The teacher was particularly impatient with one female student. This young lady pulled off the college student persona far better than the rest of us . One day when the teacher was being harsh to this young lady, The young lady discretely crushed the teachers eye glasses. Ethan Froese and myself were the only witnesses. We chuckled. The teacher honed her radar toward the chuckles as she reached for her glasses.
Mr. Burton`s office had glass walls and was perched like a guard tower over the main hall off the school. He dealt in Threes and by the third swat We were wondering why he was not in the Major League. He kept his piece of carefully crafted, hard, polished, wood hanging in his office. It was a perfect sister to that of my elementary Principal`s. Two rigid feathers plucked from the same bird. Not long after my attendance at Jefferson Jr. Mr. Burton died of a heart attack in his glass office. He was a young man.
I do not know if it is Irony or Coincidence or both, but Over 40 years later I worked in what is now called the Atkins Building. It is a quarter mile from my Junior High and three quarters of a mile from my Elementary.
It is a cool old factory. During the Second World War It was a propeller factory. The Atkins have an old prop that was made there. It is a Nicely Crafted, Highly Polished, Piece of Hard Wood with a very distinctive shape. The first time I saw it I did a double take... and a triple take. I got a lump in my throat and a burning feeling in my rear end.