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In the tall grass.

Growing up I never thought about money,  it wasn’t of any concern, there is a certain freedom in that.  There are also consequences, most unintended, but still very real.

 I started to write because I was lost and needed a safe place to grow up. Today my life looks very different.

I have taken on a role that is uneasy, the role of child and aging parent. I don’t write about my family much, not because I want to hide them but because  I think that they are very typical. I know full well that is not the case, but it is nice to have that illusion. We live in a world of Have’s and Have-nots.  It is all relative, there are moments, even days that will pass and I believe that I am just like the have-nots, then I get rudely reminded that this is not my truth. I find that I no longer need to shout to the world that I am different. Yet, sometimes I must.

Some days it’s just tough to stay true to ones’ self.Bumby

 I am in the process of changing what I chose to do for work, not because anyone is making me but because I want to be happy. I have always had the luxury of being able to do what I want.

This journey that I am on is quite exciting, I feel a bit like Alice looking down the rabbit hole and I wonder what adventures await me. The preppy in me is ever drawn by all the shiny baubles and the WASP in me wants to just dig in and set up a club,  have a G&T and do this thing with dignity, after all that is what we WASPs do.  Yes, I want it all and Yes, I can have it all. However, that which I want and that which is good for me oft are at odds. In regards to my aging parent, a commitment has been made, though there are times I desperately want to be free of it.

It is of note that there is great progress on that front.

I am hoping that this work change will allow me to write again or at the very least that which I do write is worthy of you reading. Summer is almost here. and the Loons have begun to arrive is the report from Down East. The domestics are making ready the Antebellum and all relatives are still breathing. It is Derby time again, The Lady L is out of dry-dock, a few relatives will summer in Dark Harbor,  before joining the rest of the clan in Bar Harbor in the late summer. I have high hopes that I will be able to join in next year. Aging parent needs to have both knees replaced, which makes travel difficult.

Well, that about sums it up, except one item.

Which I will share next we meet.

Love, Bumby

 

 

 

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Posted by on April 24, 2013 in All that's Preppy/WASP

 

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A Guide to Preppy Sex: The Beginnings.

 

 Absent of Biblical conviction, you will go the way of culture.   

 

When I began this series, I thought, this should be very straightforward. How difficult can it be to write a post or two on Sex and the Preppy?  It has taken a Herculean effort to write this series of posts, it is, as if, the undertow of something deep inside me does not want them to be written. However, a strong Rip Current is pulling me deeper into the ocean of Truth.

This post is the result of letting go, letting the current take control.

Now safety on the boat, the chill in my bones  being displaced by the warmth of the cook stove. The Captain has  “ Let Go Anchor ”  and the bells have been rung. It has been an arduous  battle to understand what is Truth and what is just wishful thinking. I am spent, yet, strangely at peace with what I have learned.

I am a single white male who believes in the Bible, living in a world that is ever trying to make what I believe irrelevant. I am consistently conflicted between the desire to pro-create and the need to live a disciplined life.

In the final analysis, a disciplined life is what this is all about.

From birth to grave, it is the business of us humans to live disciplined.

Disciplined, What does that even mean? Not what you might think. Every game has a set of rules; these rules come not from the players but the creator of the game. Even when the players decide to make up and play by their own set of rules, the rules of the game change not, only the consequences.

This goes back to the beginnings of the Human race.  There are two parts to this game of life, The Spiritual and Corporal.  However, there is only one rule.  Understand I did not say set of rules, but one rule.

“ And God formed the man of dust of the earth, and breathed upon his face the breath of life, and the man became a living soul. And God planted a garden eastward in Edem, and placed there the man whom He had formed. And God made to spring up also out of the earth every tree beautiful to the eye and good for food, and the tree of life in the midst of the garden, and the tree of learning the knowledge of good and evil. ”

“ And the Lord God took the man he had formed and placed him in the garden of Delight, to cultivate and keep it. And the Lord God gave a charge to Adam, saying, Of every tree which is in the garden thou mayest freely eat (or, eat for food), but of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil-of  it ye shall not eat, but in whatsoever day yet eat of it, ye shall surely die. ”

Here is the one rule. Cultivate and keep, but do not eat of the tree of  learning the knowledge of good and evil.

If you do there is a consequence, You will die.

We now know that this death was Spiritual and Physical.

One may deduce from that statement, good and evil existed from the beginning. Both Good & Evil emanate from the same source, that being God. They are the opposite of each other, one does not exist without the other.

We don’t have a clear knowledge of the amount of time that passed from the creation of man to the creation of woman. In the scripture, it is stated that a day to God, is as a thousand years to us,  the operative word is as.

For the sake of this discussion, let’s put the creation of woman at the end of day six. That gives 999.9  years that Adam Cultivated and Kept the garden, including the tree of  learning the knowledge of good and evil, without eating of it. We also have no idea, how long Adam and Eve lived following the one rule.

Remember there is balance, we have the tree of the learning of good and evil, and we also have the tree of life.

The rest as they say is history; God formed woman out of man. Adam loved his woman and when he ate from the tree, life on the spiritual plane ceased. I should say, was damaged. God also kicked them both out of the garden, but not before HE shed blood to atone for his creation breaking the rule. God did what man could not, which was to temporarily restore the relationship. He would not change the rule, but what he could do is to provide a way back. If you take nothing else away from this it should be, that there are consequences for breaking the rules.

 What in the world does this have to do with being Preppy? I will pull all of this together in the next few posts, but for now, I am going to change the word from Preppy to WASP. 

I grew up knowing this story,  it was taught in Sunday School, the principle of Sin, and that God had given us a way to permanently repair that relationship, Jesus. I embraced him. The sojourners of 1630, also embraced this basic truth, However, their’s is a tale that impacts us all, even today.

The message of Jesus is a very simple one. “ God so loved the world, that He gave His only and unique  Son, that everyone who trusts in him may have eternal life, instead of being utterly destroyed.  For God did not send the Son into the world to judge the world but rather so that through him the world might be saved. ”

I want to hone in on the word trusts, the KJV  translates it believes. In my mind, there is a fundamental difference between trusting and just believing in someone.

The predominate religious thoughts that came to the New England, could be divided into two camps: Calvinism and Arminianism. It’s important to note that all the doctrinal points in both theological positions have a biblical foundation, which is why the debate has been so divisive throughout church history.

In 1740-45 respectively,  the Great Revival took place. This revival  is important because out of it came the creation of College of New Jersey, ( Princeton University ). Once upon a time in the colonies there were three colleges Harvard, Yale and William and Mary. In 1740, along came the Great Revival. The new President of Yale being staunchly Calvinistic, decided to kick out students who attended any Revival activities. The Presbyterian Church petitioned Yale to re-admit the students to which Yale ( the Bulldog ) refused. Thus, the  stage was set in 1739. “  President Clapp, though himself a Calvinist, was elected to the presidency of Yale College in 1739, “by a board of trustees exclusively Arminian, and all his associates in office held the same tenets.”(Ibid. p. 2”. Trumbull, vol. ii. p. 335.) ”

The Great Revival of 1740, will ultimately play a major role in the shaping of this country and the tenons of the Constitution.

I will leave off here, but I want to give you one last thought.

The Perquisite for Freedom is Responsibility.

Thank you for joining me for this edition.

 
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Posted by on May 22, 2012 in All that's Preppy/WASP

 

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The Politically Incorrect Preppy of the 1600’s: Part I

Welcome to this edition of The Preppy Chronicles. For those of you just joining the discussion here at the Chronicles, a brief summary of the current series. It all began April 28th 2011 during my morning meditation time, sitting in the dark, save the light of the crescent moon. I just began to cry,  Weep is a better word now that I think about it for no apparent reason. Being a High WASP, I have no proclivity to weep without reason.  I was exceedingly stunned as the tears flowed. Between weeping and a gut wrenching wail, I wrote the first post. The Road Less Traveled.

Through-out the next set of posts, I began to explore the deep history of my roots.

My family came to this country in 1635, I have had to do a bit of digging, but what I have discovered  about my family’s history as well as, this country’s, is that there is a vast difference between those that arrived here in 1607, 1630,1635.

The three groups of sojourners had their own ideas and agendas  for coming here,  had their own ideas about the religious life and the civil life and how that they connected.  They had their own conception of God and their own versions of the Bible, and exceptionally clear ideas about the roles that sex and marriage were to play in their everyday lives. What I believe to be of considerable importance, and I found strangely comforting, is that conformity to these roles was expected and deviating from the accepted norm had dire consequences to you and your family. By the 1770’s, the daily existence of the colonists was a blend of these three belief systems.

The stark reality of the time is that if you belonged to one of theses three groups you would be tolerated.  If you were of any other religious  conviction, you were not tolerated;  thus, I stand by my earlier statement that this country was founded, not on the belief of tolerance but of intolerance and that the political of 1774-6 was not about religion as that was already settled in the minds of the framers.

The settlers of 1607 were of the Anglican persuasion, and the settlers of 1620 were a variety of Anglican & Protestant. The settlers of 1630 were overwhelmingly Puritan.  Originally, the colonies of New Jersey, Pennsylvania and Maryland were known as “ Plantations of religion ”  This meant that since you were a professed Protestant, you were welcome to enjoy your beliefs in a public manner. These Plantations welcomed Baptists as well as Quakers, Shakers, and the Amish.

What is of interest is although these people had just fled the inforced uniformity of religion, as it has been called, they  eagerly  to embrace it in the new world.

Why does any of this matter ?

My belief is that for me to understand the religious views that have been passed down to me  my family and my church, I must understand what were the views of the time. Furthermore, I must understand the structure of the time. I need to do this because my family settled in various parts of the new world. I must explore my Southern as well as my Northern history.

I have also come to have an understanding that what God has to say concerning  matters of my life and  beliefs that I have held over the years, usually are in sync. There are a few areas that we diverge or at least what I have been taught and what I am discovering to be truth differ.

Again, Why does any of this matter? It matters because, we as a nation have a history. A history that has been forgotten, and been altered to suite those that want America to be this Great Melting Pot of Everything. What is missing is the proper filter of what is going into the pot.

I believe this to be truth: Ones Spiritual belief system, is directly reflected in ones political views and how you conduct your everyday life. There is an immense amount of good in America, there is also a lot of self-will run riot. The notion that one’s spiritual life has nothing to do with one’s politics would not have even been a thought process that these men and women would have engaged in.

As I delve not only into the belief systems, into the reading material  of the day, namely the BIBLE. Which versions of the Bible were being used by each of the three groups.  It is my hope that I will find out a bit more about my own beliefs.

I am happy to report that any crisis of conviction that I might have had, has been resolved. I am going to continue this series because, one of the main purposes of this blog is to set the record straight concerning our tribes history.

I know that this is not hard-hitting journalism, but because I as a Preppy and a WASP, I have had a bit of confusion about what is the truth and what being taught. I felt that an investigation was called for. Please understand that you do not have to embrace what you read, do your own research. What I have discovered about me through this journey, notice I did not use the term myself,  because this journey is about my innermost belief system. How much am I like my family that came to these shores in 1635, and how much am I different ?

 

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on October 20, 2011 in All that's Preppy/WASP

 

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Preppy 101: The Principal Thing

Welcome To This Edition of The Preppy Chronicles.

 Preppy 101: The Principal Thing.

Principal#1

I began this series 90 days ago, in this brief time, there is a plethora of things about myself and my ancestors that I have discovered. I am extremely amazed that my belief system in the twenty-first century, is not all that different from my ancestors, which I find, extremely comforting.

This blog is about celebrating life as a Southern Male, WASP & Preppy, in an ever increasingly changing world. It is comforting to know that some things that I grew up with are the truth, not just my version of the truth but solid, unshakable truth.

In this journey, I have discovered that there are Spiritual principles that must not be ignored. I have come to understand that it is human nature to try to justify our actions when they run contrary to what we know to be right in our heart of hearts.

 What I have come to understand is, that it is human nature, to complicate that which is simple.

This comes from a book entitled “  Around the Year with Emmet Fox ” written in 1931.

Although, he is speaking of resentments and forgiveness, the Spiritual principle is the same. When we speak about sex and love, one must make a clear distinction between what is and isn’t : Love, Lust, Greed, what is pure Human and what is of Spirit.

As you read this passage, I hope that you will do as I have done and take it to heart and realize that this principle extends to many aspects of the journey.

I will be using this as a stepping stone in our discourse about the thought processes of the Puritans of 1630.

“ If you forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. (  Matthew 6:14 )

Setting others free, means setting yourself free, because resentment is really a form of attachment. It is a cosmic truth that it takes two to make a prisoner; a prisoner and a jailer. There is no such thing as being a prisoner on ones own account. Moreover, the jailer is as much a prisoner as his charge. When you hold resentment against any one, you are bound to that person by a mental chain. You are tied by a cosmic tie to the one thing that you hate. The one person perhaps in the whole world whom, you most dislike is the very one to whom, you are attaching yourself by a hook that is stronger than steel. Is this what you wish? Is this the condition in which you desire to go on living? Remember, you belong to the thing with which you are linked in thought, at sometime or other, if that tie endures, the object of your resentment will be drawn again into your life, perhaps to work further havoc. No one can afford such a thing; and so you must cut all such ties by a clear act of forgiveness. You must loose him and let him go. By forgiveness, you set yourself free; you save your soul. And because the law of love works alike for one and all, you help to save his soul too. ”

It is a Spiritual truth, that when we engage in the physical act of sex that there is a Spiritual exchange that also occurs. As we explore this a bit further, it is this Spiritual truth that I now believe is the tap-root, that those, so many years ago, were trying to teach me as a 6-year-old. However, they missed the point. It is not only about sex, it is about our consent interaction with one  another. That the things that we do, have a Spiritual consequence. For every action, there is an opposite and equal reaction. This is not to say that I preach salvation by works, but the idea, that Salvation is a gift from GOD. That it is only through the belief and confession that Jesus Christ is the only son of GOD, and the only way to GOD, that human beings can be in right relationship with GOD.

This distinction is VERY important, as this was the point of contention, which led John Winthrop and his band of Elect to the New World.

Before this is all said and done, you will have a better understanding of not only what brought the Puritans of 1630 to this New World, but why we as a nation constantly strive to go back to those ideas and beliefs. Why this belief system is in the DNA of this country and when other cultures come to this country and bring their belief systems, they do not mesh and cause confusion and chaos.  Why we are a Christian Nation and not a Catholic or Muslim one.

I will leave you with this, as a WASP or a Preppy, we don’t often talk intimately about our deep beliefs. In this current culture, we are almost afraid to speak our truth, for fear of …. You fill in the blank that applies to you. I will also contend that it is this fear that has led this country to the brink that we are at today. We are a fear driven society. The Bible states, That GOD has not given us the spirit of fear, but of love, peace and a sound mind. This also means that we can NOT accept any lifestyle that runs contrary to the Bible.

I did warn you that this topic will piss some of you off, recall I also asked that if it did, then, please take a long deep look at yourself and ask why does it upset you so.

Always, Bumby

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Posted by on August 25, 2011 in All that's Preppy/WASP

 

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Preppy Musings

Welcome to this edition of The Preppy Chronicles. If you have followed my journey, then you will understand what this post is all about. I will continue  the background a little later, for now, I thought a conversation about the concept that God made me perfect, flaws and all, is in order. What do I truly mean by this statement?

 

Over the past few months I have had many discussions on this subject.

I shall begin with this:

“ Thank you for sharing the darkest parts of yourself. You are a very courageous man. What I want to leave with you is this my friend, regret is useless fodder but repentance is a clear understanding of who you are. In the fathers eyes love/hate, good/bad, joy/sorrow are all the same. Life is like a coin with it’s heads and tails. They are equally important in making up that coin. You, I and everyone are that coin. There is no good or bad in our learning process. The sin is the ignorance in the self and lack of clarity. Rejoice in the goodness that GOD has created in you and discard anything else that isn’t working for you anymore. I think the Christ said it best, “go and sin no more.”

As I move forward in this process, I am discovering so many emotions that I am very ill-equipped to handle. I am not going to pretend that I have any answers to the questions that I have.

If I accept the premise that is found in Psalms 139,

“ I will praise You,
Because I have been remarkably and wonderfully made.
Your works are wonderful,
and I know [this] very well.

My bones were not hidden from You
when I was made in secret,
when I was formed in the depths of the earth.

Your eyes saw me when I was formless;
all [my] days were written in Your book and planned
before a single one of them began. ”

Then I must accept that every part of me is just as God intended. My Spiritual nature, my mind & emotional makeup and my body. When all are working as God intended, I am as a perfect human as I will ever be.

The problem that seems to keep surfacing is my ability or shall I say my inability, to accept & believe this statement of truth in my innermost self. Being raised to believe that there is always room to improve, that there is no one that is perfect, except Christ. While this is true, it is also understood, that Christ’s Spiritual, mental & emotional and physical parts were fully integrated and working as they ought.

If I continue to read on in Romans 8, I come to the understanding that once I have accepted Jesus as my savior,  ( He is if you will, the bridge between man and God, between that which is strictly human and that which is Spirit, I don’t pretend to understand how that all works, I just know that it does.) Once I have opened the door, I connect with my Creator. It is this connection, that causes me to function as I was  originally intended to. The more that I understand that when I am brought into right relationship with God, I become at once whole and perfect. What is left for me to do is to learn how to live with all my parts functioning as they were intended.

 

Given the family that I was born into, the tribe to which I belong, this next part is the hardest for me to share. I have struggled with sharing this part of myself; this part of my journey with you, for a very long time. The reason is a simple one when I do, it no longer is a private matter. I have no doubt that this will change how you think of me. Some of you will applaud & some of you will be very horrified. I have come to the realization that if you are to understand the entirety of my journey, then I must share this part of the story.  I am a recovering alcoholic.

In my world, the world of WASPs & Preppies there are no alcoholics, just people who sometimes imbibe a bit. In my world, one never counts how many drinks you have had, because the glass never becomes empty just “Refreshed”.  When you’re drunk and passed out, or fall out of your chair, you’re just  “ Indisposed ”.  It is the dirty little secret that we WASPS and Preppies never, ever talk about. We will talk about  our own money, before we talk about or admit that we are alcoholics.

As much as I hate to admit it, I always drank alcoholically from the age of 15. The switch that tells you to stop never flipped on. For some having this bit of insight into my life will make this blog take on a new  dimension, as well as answer many questions.  I needed to share this for you to understand the fullness of my journey. Now that, it is out there, I can share much more honestly.

Was I created with this seeming defect? Was it God’s plan? I am reminded that Jesus came to raise Lazarus, three days after he had died and was already buried. For what end?

To show the glory of God.

This is hard to swallow, because I want someone to blame, someone to be in the wrong. I don’t want to hear that I am an alcoholic, that is now in recovery, because I am to show the glory of God through it. Is there a bit of anger ? Yes, there is, only because I have been told all my life that there is something wrong with me. Not that God created me just as I am for a reason. I hope that part of that reason is to share with you, Hope.

Now, what has all this to do with sex and the Puritans? I am afraid to say that you will just have to keep reading to find out.

Thank you all for allowing me to share a bit of my life with you.

One final note, sometimes I may sound like my life is a wreck & sometimes that is true. The truth is that I live a very blessed life, and for the most part, I am very happy.

 
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Posted by on July 21, 2011 in All that's Preppy/WASP

 

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The Day The Wheels Came Flying Off

The Day The Wheels Came Flying Off.

I remember like it was yesterday. Oh yeah, it was yesterday.

Lest I forget my manners, Welcome to this edition of The Preppy Chronicles. I was not sure if I would be able to bring you this new post or if I would still be sifting through the ashes that once was The Chronicles.

Most of you know that I am not very adept with computer technology, I look at it with the same expression as our little fella in the photo. So when I say with all confidence, that in this medium I have a clue about what I am doing, be amused and let me live in my delusion.

The long and short of the matter is this: I have in my mind to expand, the timing is right, it feels natural and the pieces are coming together. So as any self-respecting WASP would think, I thought, just add another domain to my existing hosting account,  How difficult can that be? So, with the confidence that comes in my delusional state, I proceeded to buy a new domain and add it to the account. I did have enough on the ball to e-mail my host and ask how to carry out this simple task. This I did with relative ease,

I even asked the Head Geek  to look it over and make sure that I had done it right. Rich, assured me that all looked well.

Now you can imagine what this bit of praise did for my delusion.

 

                                                                                                 

What transpired in the next few hours can only be described  as a blood bath of carnage and self-will run riot.

I think this photo shows what transpired. I thought that I was in control of the ship and this adventure, this most excellent of Quests.

 

       “ Call me Ishmael. Some years ago — never mind how long precisely — having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off — then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me

Tied up and twisted; gnarled and knotted with wrinkles; haggardly firm and unyielding; his eyes glowing like coals, that still glow in the ashes of ruin; untottering Ahab stood forth in the clearness of the morn; lifting his splintered helmet of a brow to the fair girl’s forehead of heaven.”

( Moby-Dick, Herman Melville )

I will admit that it might be a stretch to compare my struggle with Ahab’s, the point that I am making is that the obsession was the same, Cannot let the beast win. Deep into this struggle and well into the illusion of control, I found myself doing things out of sheer desperation. You see the more I fought the beast the more it resisted my demands, the more it resisted, the more fixed in my resolve I became. After five intensely  grueling hours, I struck the death-blow. I deleted all of my files, there was so much satisfaction in watching folder after folder scroll into nothingness.     

                                                                                          I HAD WON!

As I sat there brain numb and fingers sore, realization of what I had just done washed over me. PANIC set in, MY GOD MAN WHAT HAVE YOU DONE. With all the speed that I could muster I set to the task of surveying  my wreckage.

I could not bear to look at it directly, I e-mailed Rich in Oslo, then took solace with a group of friends. In  short order, a new perspective was to emerge, for you see, a  friend’s entire life hung in the balance and he was barely keeping it together & This, This, was only a web site not life and death.

Rich, was able to pull me back, from the edge of destruction and fix the problem, it was something to do with codes and permissions.

So, as you see I am back to this state of being. Thank you all for sticking with me through this.

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Posted by on February 8, 2011 in All that's Preppy/WASP

 

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The Power Of The Pearl III

Welcome to this edition of The Preppy Chronicles, in this edition I will explore the mystical nature of the pearl and the power and position that it holds in the lives of every day Preppies and WASPs.

To understand the pearl is to understand its formation

To understand the WASP and the Preppy is to understand our formation.

Once you have understood the mystery of the pearl, you will then have the key to unlock the very soul of the WASP and Preppy.

Nature conceals Her mystery by Her essential grandeur. Albert E.

What I am about to lay before you for your consideration, is so simple that it will seem overly so but do not be fooled. If you are a WASP and reading this you will no doubt agree with my supposition, if a Preppy, you may or may not agree. For those that are neither, but are just curious to have a better understanding of what makes us tick, please accept what I have to offer as gospel.

Pearls are found inside a living creäture, an oyster. Pearls are the result of a biological process — the oyster’s way of protecting itself from foreign substances.

As the oyster grows in size, its shell must also grow. The mantle is an organ that produces the oyster’s shell, using minerals from the oyster’s food. The oyster the creates a substance known as nacre . Nacre lines the inside of the shell.

The  process of formation of a natural pearl begins when a foreign substance slips into the oyster between the mantle and the shell, which irritate­s the mantle. It’s kind of like the oyster getting a splinter. The oyster’s natural reaction is to cover up that irritant to protect itself. The man­tle begins to layer the same nacre substance over the irritant that it used to create the shell. This eventually forms a pearl

So, a pearl is a foreign substance covered with layers of nacre. Most pearls that we see in jewelry stores are nicely rounded objects, not all pearls turn out so well. Some pearls form in an uneven shape — called baroque pearls.

Thus, ends the lesson.

There is something about pearls-their air of cleanliness, their close association with femininity, their purity of color and form that is at once very inviting yet imposing, inspirational to the point of madness, yet, given to sentiment and an overwhelming sense of stability.

Cut the pearl in two and you will discover rings similar to the rings of a tree. The rings or layers of necre refract light, it is this refraction, as the light travels through the layers that gives the pearl it’s luster. The more layers the pearl has the more it glows. Widely spaced layers of necre, a byproduct of warm water, refract the light more than ones with tightly packed layers.

In an earlier posting, I made mention that I believe that at the core level the passions and ultimately what drives the WASP is fundamentally different and at odds with the passions and drives of the Preppy. The WASP is about substance, the Preppy is about fluff.

Here is the key. Just as the pearl has layer upon layer upon layer of necre, so does the WASP have layer upon layer upon layer of tradition and breeding. The Preppy merely imitates the WASP such as the Moon merely imitates the Sun. It is the rings or layers that give the luster, each pearl is different and yet all constructed in the same way. The pearl is the only gem that needs no external polishing, its beauty is a direct result of its inner layers.

The simple fact of the matter is: that without the WASP the Preppy serves no purpose and would cease to matter. The Moon serves no purpose other than to reflect the Sun. So the Preppy exists to reflect the luster or if you will the glow of the WASP. ( The Traditions and Breeding ) Now I know that this is a very difficult pill to swallow if you are a preppy. Again at this time I think that the quote from Tad Friend will be of use.

The real difference between preppies and Wasps is not couture but outlook. Preppies are infantile and optimistic, forever stuck at age seventeen; Wasps emerge from the womb wrinkly and cautious, already vice presidents, already fifty-two.

I am stopping this post here.

I thought that I could put everything I wanted to cover in this the last of the three posts, but I can’t. I have given you a lot to digest. Please, go back and re-read the first two posts and re-read this one. The next part of this post will build upon an understanding and acceptance of the first three, from the very brief history, to  Mr.Mikimoto and how he forever altered the world, to the inherent differences between the WASP and the Preppy.

In the next part of this post I will begin to explore the timelessness of the rituals and traditions surrounding the pearl in the life of a WASP and a Preppy.

I thank you for your kindness and patience in allowing me to present this to you in sections.

Please join me over at my sister site The Preppy Chronicles II


Thank you.

Always, Bumby

The Preppy Chronicles Edition II Vol. III Part III



 
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Posted by on January 4, 2011 in All that's Preppy/WASP

 

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