As with blog posts, people make comments and they are usually supportive and kind as were these three comments.
Delwyn commented: "I wonder how you ever got into those stove pipe jeans... "
Kathryn stated: "..But I too wondered about those skinny jeans and how on earth you managed to get into them."Janice amongst other things wrote: ".... and I haven't seen a pair of stovepipe pants since "A Hard Day's Night". "
Now it seems that amongst my musings about restoring a sailing yacht, technical information, a bit of history etc, etc, the nostalgia of old photographs and the poetic qualities of sailing yachts - it was the tightness of my jeans that came in for the closest scrutiny and comment. These three had seen beyond the obvious and the 'official information'.
Now a more egotistical Alden would of course grab hold of these comments and envision an Alden on stage with a piece of enhancing garden hose down the front of his stovepipes strutting a Mick Jagger swagger, or envision a recumbent stovepipe clad Alden windblown whilst musing and pursing, or see a relaxed Alden, stovepipes casually on a shoulder, naked except for a rose stem clenched between his buttocks whilst singing a love sonnet to his paramour - but before we all throw up, let me make my point and it is this:
So often we think that what we see is what everyone else sees. So often what we think is of high interest to others is of small interest. Often we are using a one track mind, while others are using a wide angle lens - and they see exactly what you are seeing and a whole lot that you don't see -and amongst the whole lot you don't see - they see things of greater interest to them and possibliy to others - others may see completely different things which interest them.
I remember as a child being taken with my brothers to the Port of Lyttleton by our Grandmother to see a very large ship. I think it was called the "Dominion Monarch." It was one of the largest ships to have ever visited Lyttleton. We had seen ships before but we had never ever seen in the harbour before the thing that really took our interest. It was a Sunderland Flying Boat and it was anchored just across from the wharf we were on. A floating aeroplane! we exclaimed and couldn't contain our excitement.
I remember our grandmother being particularly miffed by all this. She had bought us by train all the way from Woolston in Christchurch through the rail tunnel to Lyttleton, dragged us down onto the wharf to see a ship the size of the moon and here the ungrateful little bastards were in a swoon over a bloody floating areoplane. Humprff she humprffed, "This is the biggest ship to come to New Zealand she said sternly..... " we sensed that she was displeased with our luke warm reaction to the ship and I remember trying to placate her by saying, "Gosh, it IS big granny," with my head turned and my eyes fixed adoringly on the Sunderland flying boat.
I also remember taking a class on a visit to a local hobby farm where they were able to play with and pick up a wide variety of animals. When we got back to school all that the boys wanted to talk about and draw was the row of army trucks they had spied from the bus window on the way to the farmlet.
Today I commented on my friend Kelvins blog about his visit to Florence in Italy and stated that amongst all the grand historical splendour one of my most vivid memories of my visit to Florence was of a local street performer who played Vivaldis Four Seasons exquisitely on a large number of water filled glasses with a couple of spoons -
Every day in the classroom as a teacher I can deliver something of importance to children's learning and have a child tell me that the spider they have been watching for the last 15 minutes has finally caught a fly in it's web high up by the window - "See Mr Smith, he's been waiting there for ages."
Despite the fact that teachers and others may find this behaviour infuriating or even rude at times, I think it is a valuable human mechanism which we should celebrate - its this wide lens that guards against indoctrination and the mind numbing world views of dictators and others who would enslave us with the perspective from their narrow lenses - it enables us to see new ideas, new possibilities and a wider perspective.
If people hadn't used a wide angle lens of the mind we would never have had flared jeans, dungarees, low riders, skinny, boot cut, straight, leg flare, jeans, destroyed -- stovepipes of course have their place amongst all those styles, all denim of them.