Hoping This First Obstacle Will Not Be Our Last
Today's meeting was a startling turn of events. There may be bumpy roads ahead for POLIO, speaking figuratively of course.
The meeting began fine, however it soon turned ugly. It came time for Fisher to unveil the badges, he had been commissioned to design, and we were all anxious to see what he had come up with. Unfortunately, the finished product did not meet my expectations. His proposed insignia was that of a great hawk crafted of gold with its wings outspread, perched on the back of a noble bison tearing grass from beneath him and looking Westward. All of this was to be set against an aquamarine sky with a great ruby encrusted sun centered above.
Fisher went on to reveal the symbolism of each piece. The golden hawk represented the spirit of adventure that dwells within all of us, the great bison was a symbol of man's strength and a testament to his will. The grass being simultaneously devoured and trampled upon was to represent the Philistine masses that wouldn't recognize art if it came down upon them like a flaming star from the heavens.* The ruby sun symbolized God watching over us, and the blue sky was a symbol of the God given freedom to follow our dreams. All of this was to be crafted onto a token no larger than a silver dollar.
I'll admit that I was moved by Fisher's presentation. However, what was being asked of me involved a craftsmanship that required time and resources that I simply did not possess. The cost of the materials alone would in all likelihood force us to sell our homes. I explained this to the gentlemen, I even suggested something simpler, such as carving "POLIO" on the sides of our wagons. Mr. Sidcott, and Mr. Plimpton immediately saw my point, Mr. Jones however took the news very badly. After accusing me of "crippling his creative spirit" and asking how I dare to call myself a blacksmith, he took up his coat, and walked out the door. I think he was crying.
Mr. Sidcott has agreed to call on Fisher tomorrow and try to talk some sense into him. We hope that this incident will not be the end of POLIO.
* In August of 1846, a meteorite hit the earth 7.5 miles south of Cape Garardeau, Missouri. It weighed 2.3 kilograms (roughly 5 lbs.) and was a chondrite type meteorite, the most common kind of meteorite, which is composed mostly of iron and magnesium.
The meeting began fine, however it soon turned ugly. It came time for Fisher to unveil the badges, he had been commissioned to design, and we were all anxious to see what he had come up with. Unfortunately, the finished product did not meet my expectations. His proposed insignia was that of a great hawk crafted of gold with its wings outspread, perched on the back of a noble bison tearing grass from beneath him and looking Westward. All of this was to be set against an aquamarine sky with a great ruby encrusted sun centered above.
Fisher went on to reveal the symbolism of each piece. The golden hawk represented the spirit of adventure that dwells within all of us, the great bison was a symbol of man's strength and a testament to his will. The grass being simultaneously devoured and trampled upon was to represent the Philistine masses that wouldn't recognize art if it came down upon them like a flaming star from the heavens.* The ruby sun symbolized God watching over us, and the blue sky was a symbol of the God given freedom to follow our dreams. All of this was to be crafted onto a token no larger than a silver dollar.
I'll admit that I was moved by Fisher's presentation. However, what was being asked of me involved a craftsmanship that required time and resources that I simply did not possess. The cost of the materials alone would in all likelihood force us to sell our homes. I explained this to the gentlemen, I even suggested something simpler, such as carving "POLIO" on the sides of our wagons. Mr. Sidcott, and Mr. Plimpton immediately saw my point, Mr. Jones however took the news very badly. After accusing me of "crippling his creative spirit" and asking how I dare to call myself a blacksmith, he took up his coat, and walked out the door. I think he was crying.
Mr. Sidcott has agreed to call on Fisher tomorrow and try to talk some sense into him. We hope that this incident will not be the end of POLIO.
* In August of 1846, a meteorite hit the earth 7.5 miles south of Cape Garardeau, Missouri. It weighed 2.3 kilograms (roughly 5 lbs.) and was a chondrite type meteorite, the most common kind of meteorite, which is composed mostly of iron and magnesium.
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