noneya

             these are my sasquatch shoes , and i keep them hung up for now. ever wonder why they saw bigfoot prints in urichsville? well these are a pair of sasquatch shoes to fit over my shoes. they are quite heavy and awkward to walk in , but they have been a fun carving for me to do. it is amazing how easy you can twist your ankle with these things. i made them because i wanted to walk through a neighbors garden when i lived in newcomerstown area. he was a little bit red -tarded , and i ended up fessin up to my shenanigans before he had a chance to know any different. but these were by far, not one of my first carvings.
         one of the first things i carved ,  i remembered the other night and it was when i was younger and just after i had married my ex. (words i never thought i would use in one sentence) . she had kids by a previous marriage and were still quite young when we moved out of the city of marietta to a house on a hill up bear creek . it was called nun"s hill after the folks that had previously lived there. it was an adventure just getting to the top of the hill and on rainy nights as the drive became a water filled gorge as rain would sheet off the hill and would actually push stones you placed for traction down the hill . my ex  these 3 kids and myself  lived up there with out any electric at the time as the electric company  was slow to hook it back up. we heated water over a fire and did dishes and basically camped out. we did have a toilet that would flush with a bucket of water but for the most part we turned in at sundown and as they were sleeping i would sit on front porch and here nothing but the earth spinning into tomorrow as it was so peaceful there.
        as i was hooking the pump back up after i finally got electricity to pump running water out of the well and i had installed a 3 bay stainless steel sink out of a bar somewhere i picked up for nothing.  i needed a stopper to hold the water in the sink. my son zak who was the youngest and was always tagging along behind me and asking questions about what i was doing. like.
     "what you doin dad?"
   " making a none ya" i said as i was carving a stopper for the sink out of a hunk of 2x4 . i would wrap an inner tube around it to make a leak proof seal. but to explain it to a six year old is hard to do as one question leads to another. and i had used the none ya phrase on him before with some success as he stood there looking bewildered . none ya in actuality meant none of your damn business. this he didn't know as i never explained that part to him. again.
      "what you doin dad?"
     and again i said "none ya " then came the why's ? "why dad?"
     " because i need one".
     " why?" again he asked .
      when i would get a little irritated with the questions i would go into a long technical spiel about nothing so he didn't have much of a chance to say something, and he would look at me like i was stupid, then again i was trying to carry on a long winded conversation with a 5 yr. old, asking myself now and then who was stupid?  well after about fifteen minutes of him asking me why and me skating around the truth about none ya , did he finally leave me alone
     later his mom asked where the stopper was for the sink , and he asked her why?
    she explained to him that she need it to plug the sink and explained to him what it looked  like and he said
     " oh you mean the none ya"
      she said to him ," what did you call it?"
     again he said the" none ya ", and she started laughing and yelled for me.  
     and when she told me what he called it.  i laughed as we all did but zak had a hard time figuring out why for awhile . so after that  we called all our stoppers none yas.