Wow. Your dad's name was Buck? I love that. Buckminster Fuller has been one of my favorite people for 50 years. Wow 50. That's a lot of years. I love that you found these. I look forward to you sharing when you're ready to find out more. xo
His legal name was William Maxwell Scott but he rarely used it. Even his grandchildren (and all of us finally) called him Bucky. It suited him better. I started writing a little more deeply about what I've already learned just skimming the pages, but decided that wasn't really the message this morning...but I suspect there will be more. Thanks for encouraging me.
Bucky was a journalist by training but didn't get to live it out except at his own desk. When he graduated from college, he got his ideal job at a new magazine called Business Week, but he lost it when he went to Korea in the army. No job when he got back, but one daughter and four more and a son to follow. It was the way of the world back then for men like him, and for women like my mom. I'm reading Lessons in Chemistry right now and it gives me a good feel for my mom's life in the '50s as a physicist. We've come a long way, but...
Love this! Please move forward on creating an anthology of all your poems. If they are anything like your lyrics, your poems will be a pleasure for all to read.
I miss your mom and dad…
Cruising through the 1000 islands and now on the Rideau Canal has brought back many memories of my summers on Lake Winnepesaukee! How lucky were we?!?!🩷
We were, and we still are! I’m imagining you three floating along. Nice nice nice.
Thanks for cheering me on. I’ll do it soon enough. It feels good to get things done and not to worry too much about who or how many people will listen or read.
I like reading the things you share with your family and friends. This entry holds content very close to your heart. Let the words your Dad has left behind percolate when and how they are best. I hope it is amazing for you!
Thank you, Julie. His brain was quite something. Part of my delay digging into his writing is that I know I won't understand a lot of it. He was from another era, Julie. An unusual man who cared deeply about a lot of things. Thanks for your encouragement.
Jack and Jacquelines of many trades. Yes. Specializing in nothing but lucky enough to understand a lot about many things. Sometimes I wish I was so focused that I could do one thing expertly, but it's a lot more interesting to be this way...at least for me.
Bar, I honor your deeper truth in wanting to leave a meaningful legacy to anyone--a curious, unknown reader-- who happens upon your heartfelt words. And in expressing your intention, you give it the power to fly. It's magic. Not the woo-woo kind. It's a matter of molecules and spirit, I believe. Also, your father's legacy is a gift. How wonderful!
Thank you, Ann. I’ve always assumed most artists hope their work will live beyond them, maybe even be more impactful later. So now I’m curious if you feel that way too?
Sometimes I wonder if my longing for some kind of posthumous impact is because the present is so difficult for me. I don’t mean living in the present, I mean offering/sharing/promoting my work in the present. I give up on that part of what I do almost as soon as a piece of music or writing is done. Just don’t have the umph it takes to push it out any further than that. Wish I did in moments; glad I don’t in others.
Thanks for sharing this, Bar. I think we all could benefit from reading his thoughts. I love that instead of waiting for someone else to do it, he finally put them down on paper. And wrote a book no less!
Wow. Your dad's name was Buck? I love that. Buckminster Fuller has been one of my favorite people for 50 years. Wow 50. That's a lot of years. I love that you found these. I look forward to you sharing when you're ready to find out more. xo
His legal name was William Maxwell Scott but he rarely used it. Even his grandchildren (and all of us finally) called him Bucky. It suited him better. I started writing a little more deeply about what I've already learned just skimming the pages, but decided that wasn't really the message this morning...but I suspect there will be more. Thanks for encouraging me.
Bucky was a journalist by training but didn't get to live it out except at his own desk. When he graduated from college, he got his ideal job at a new magazine called Business Week, but he lost it when he went to Korea in the army. No job when he got back, but one daughter and four more and a son to follow. It was the way of the world back then for men like him, and for women like my mom. I'm reading Lessons in Chemistry right now and it gives me a good feel for my mom's life in the '50s as a physicist. We've come a long way, but...
We've come a long way, but not nearly far enough, as evidenced by the shit show that we're currently witnessing and targets of. We have work to do. xo
PS I love Buckminster too.
I knew you were cool. xo
So right
Love this! Please move forward on creating an anthology of all your poems. If they are anything like your lyrics, your poems will be a pleasure for all to read.
I miss your mom and dad…
Cruising through the 1000 islands and now on the Rideau Canal has brought back many memories of my summers on Lake Winnepesaukee! How lucky were we?!?!🩷
We were, and we still are! I’m imagining you three floating along. Nice nice nice.
Thanks for cheering me on. I’ll do it soon enough. It feels good to get things done and not to worry too much about who or how many people will listen or read.
Enjoy your time.
I like reading the things you share with your family and friends. This entry holds content very close to your heart. Let the words your Dad has left behind percolate when and how they are best. I hope it is amazing for you!
Thank you, Julie. His brain was quite something. Part of my delay digging into his writing is that I know I won't understand a lot of it. He was from another era, Julie. An unusual man who cared deeply about a lot of things. Thanks for your encouragement.
Hmmm...Polymath. Bucky and his daughter Bar.
Jack and Jacquelines of many trades. Yes. Specializing in nothing but lucky enough to understand a lot about many things. Sometimes I wish I was so focused that I could do one thing expertly, but it's a lot more interesting to be this way...at least for me.
A living, beyond death, legacy. Beautiful!
Thank you, Doris. . Our written words are conversations across time aren’t they?
Bar, I honor your deeper truth in wanting to leave a meaningful legacy to anyone--a curious, unknown reader-- who happens upon your heartfelt words. And in expressing your intention, you give it the power to fly. It's magic. Not the woo-woo kind. It's a matter of molecules and spirit, I believe. Also, your father's legacy is a gift. How wonderful!
Thank you, Ann. I’ve always assumed most artists hope their work will live beyond them, maybe even be more impactful later. So now I’m curious if you feel that way too?
Sometimes I wonder if my longing for some kind of posthumous impact is because the present is so difficult for me. I don’t mean living in the present, I mean offering/sharing/promoting my work in the present. I give up on that part of what I do almost as soon as a piece of music or writing is done. Just don’t have the umph it takes to push it out any further than that. Wish I did in moments; glad I don’t in others.
Thanks for sharing this, Bar. I think we all could benefit from reading his thoughts. I love that instead of waiting for someone else to do it, he finally put them down on paper. And wrote a book no less!
This is wonderful. And yes to your book of poetry!
…someday. I do think about it a lot…
❤️