I guess I could keep calling it Cheddar, but remember how I wanted to have some really wild and creative names? Stephanie got me to thinking when she said she called blocks like the ones with the shirts Hobo blocks. So I did some Hobo research.
Hobos are different from tramps and from bums. Bums don't work or travel but they take from someone else. Tramps are those who travel and seldom work . Hobos are those who travel to work. Hobos don't like bums or cities but they love trains A Bridger is a Hobo who rides both steam and diesel locomotives. In Britt Iowa there is a Hobo Convention every year where they name the Hobo King and Queen, which is quite an honor.
When a Hobo dies, it is said they have "caught the Westbound". Hobo graves are revered by others and they show respect by tapping their walking stick on the gravestone.
Hobos have a whole language that is portrayed by signs. For example a cat sign says, "A kindhearted lady lives here." The Hobo Creed says, "When no employment is available, make your own work by using your added talents at crafts." Many Hobos have incredible skills at woodworking, jewelry making and other portable crafts. They take the Creed very seriously.
Hobo is not a derogatory word. Some Hobos are actually rich. Adman owns a big ad agency in Chicago and rides the rails when he can.
When Hobos hitchhike it is called Rubber Tramping. When Hobos get married both the bride and the groom carry rhubarb. They toss the leaves into the fire because the leaves are the bitter parts. It symbolizes letting go of the bad things. That was pretty cool.
My grandfather was a hobo. He was from Kansas, rode all over the US in trains, was a a true Jack of all trades. His Hobo name was actually Jack of All Trades but his real name was Merle Lester, He also hitchhiked across the country at least once a year until he was in his 80s to visit his surviving family members. He could fashion any part out of anything and fix whatever was broken. He never had anything new but it always worked. He and my grandmother traveled around the country working as wheat farm hands in Kansas, fruit pickers in Arizona, fix-it guys in New Jersey, dairy farmers in Florida, mechanics in California. My grandmother was a flapper girl. I would imagine she did some saloon girl work, she was very pretty.
When they settled down they were in their 40s and they had my mother. My grandmother was a couture seamstress for the Mardi Gras Krewes and grandfather rebuilt old cars, worked throwing mail on the Illinois Central and took in teenage runaway boys. He taught the boys how to fix cars and then talked them into going back to their families if he could.
I guess this quilt would be in his honor. Thanks Stephanie, for reminding me of my Papa. I so loved him. I spent my first 6 years almost entirely with them. My mother was preoccupied with having more babies, and she kept losing them. So she was sickly most of the time Every time she held me she broke out in horrible rashes. When she had my brother they had what they really wanted -- a boy. But my Ganny and Papa loved me with all their hearts!
The Hobo Makes a Cheddar Cheese Sandwich
Hobo Jack Takes the Westbound
I kinda like Hobo Jack Takes the Westbound. My grandfather did ride the train from New Orleans to Houston.
What do you think?
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