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Carol is a 65 year old woman from Mogadore, Ohio, USA
When I was young and my family would hop into our '51 Ford for a roadtrip, I would squeeze into the back seat with my 2 older brothers armed with our comics and we would trade and bicker and carry on and then every once in awhile my mother would reach around through the cigarette haze and backhand all 3 of us at once. Since then I'm proud to have seen and been through many changes, some of which are reflected here in my pages. Many of my beliefs are contrary to those of my cherished friends and so I say that they are just this, my opinions which are given in the spirit of openness, rather than to in any way alienate those who would come here. Lastly, if you don't click on everything you see, you're missing out on the best part, so try to slow down and enjoy. Blow up the screen, crank up the volume and welcome to my world :-)
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Was cutting the grass today, had this little rotation going, mow, sprinkle, rake, mow sprinkle rake. . . weather splendid, ipod in place, mind drifting . . . began to vaguely process a conversation some nights back with nedreck about aerospace . . it had triggered something in me. Memory . . . taking me to a familiar place, comfortable. It was long ago and I was only 12. My father there and an air of excitement surrounded him. It was to span about 8 years when he died an early death. During that time, he had a clarity about him which came from an idea. He took the idea and started a company, a corporation. As my brothers left school, they joined too and my mother . . . and then me. We worked and then every night, we would meet at a restaurant, an Italian restaurant. Our conversation? The company. . . space program . . . biomedical harness, moon shot, space walk, manned space, NASA, . . It was a catalyst for our family and as I stood there in the mist, breathing the smell of wet grass, I thought about the beautiful new building we eventually built, and the pasture which bordered it it and the horses that grazed there. My father never saw that facility and he never saw a moon landing.
I went back to that site again and again when I would visit the west coast . . . it became empty, surrounded by many buildings . . grass dying and then it was boarded up . . . finally, gone, torn down. I never knew what happened to our company until today when I did what somehow had never occurred to me until that moment in the yard . . . I googled it and this is what you see on the link. The second link shows our biomedical harness although time has dulled my memory and I couldn't tell you which one it is. . . the flat one I suppose. My first reaction was pure delight in seeing the fruits of our labor withstanding the test of time but after watching the videos, I found myself muttering "who the heck is Howard Lind and what does he know about our company . . . If you take the time to browse this site, remember that my father developed this product in 1956 . . . any way you look at it, he was ahead of his time. Can't take that away . . . mow sprinkle rake, mow sprinkle rake