Extremely Average #62: The Glockenspiel

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Blog entry by Ecocandle posted 03-05-2010 04:26 AM 2278 reads 0 times favorited 10 comments Add to Favorites Watch
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The first side is sanded and now I am starting to route flat the other side. I believe this second side will go even better, as I am clamping down onto a flat side. I have just started and the cuts seem to be more uniform. This seems like progress to me.

Earlier today, I got a message on Linkedin from a friend. She had found a writing contest, which required that one submit a story, under 300 words, using purple, tree, and glockenspiel. I felt that the gauntlet had been tossed at my feet, and I was ready for the challenge. A little while ago, when I took a break from my woodworking, I sat down and wrote my story. The story did not need to be about a glockenspiel, but I decided that I would make that my main character. I submitted it, comfortable in the knowledge that it is complete rubbish, but that I had finished the challenge. I can’t wait to read my friends version, as she is a good writer.

Sadly, I may have sapped all of my daily allotment of creative juices for the day. So I don’t seem to have anything funny or entertaining to say, regarding woodworking. That is too bad, but such is life. So here is the story about the tiny glockenspiel. It is really quite dreadful, but it is 298 words!

The Tiny Glockenspiel

Resting on a table made from the Peltogyne tree, more commonly called, Purple Heart, was the tiny glockenspiel. It has been there long enough that one could measure the time with a simple wipe of a finger across the dusty bars. A fine instrument, one that brought melodies to the ear and smiles to the faces of many football fans waiting for the second half. Those were the little glockenspiels happiest days.

He didn’t get to attend college with his player. High school days, and marching under the Friday night lights, had been replaced by lectures and beers with friends. The little glockenspiel didn’t figure into those plans, and so, he sat, on the tiny table, with a song, unsung, in his tiny heart.

From the table into a box he went, and the time passed. His little steel bars yearned to ring out, especially middle c. The tiny glockenspiel became resigned to his dark lonely world. He could hear things going on outside, he knew that there were people moving about, he heard them talking. He heard the voice of his player now and again.

He heard his player talking with her parents; she had brought a boy home to meet them. She showed the boy her room. He teased her about her posters and the band uniform hanging in her closet.

The lid of the box opened, the player took out the tiny glockenspiel, and rested it on her round belly. She hammered a few bars and sang, “Hush little baby…”, then whispered, “This will be yours one day”, while she rubbed her belly. The notes were clear; the glockenspiel was, for the first time in years, happy. She polished it, treasured it, and never put it in a box or out of her mind again.

So that was what I wrote. I realize it was abysmal and that you will never get that ninety seconds of your life back, but in my defense, I did tell you it was going to stink, so if you are reading this sentence, you have no one to blame but yourself.

One of the reasons it is just awful, is that I don’t believe glockenspiels come in different sizes. Maybe they do, but I just can’t imagine it. In retrospect, I think I should have tried to be funny, as I am sure I would have done a better job. Oh well, sometimes one, with delusions of wordsmith, pounds out a real disaster. It is a shame though, because glockenspiel is a funny word. I truly feel like I have squandered an opportunity.

I think I will go downstairs and get back to woodworking.

-- Brian Meeks,

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Thos. Angle

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#1 posted 03-05-2010 06:08 AM

I’m not so sure it stinks. I think you needed a few more words to fill in the gap between bringing the boy home and the round belly. LOL Actually quite good.

-- Thos. Angle, Jordan Valley, Oregon

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#2 posted 03-05-2010 06:27 AM

looking back now i can see what matters
life for me was torn and tattered
all of my guitars were beaten and battered
until i found the one that mattered
sitting on a dream
as the steam it gathered
hanging from the rope
as my hopes are shattered
living in a dream
as if it mattered
now iv’e found hope beyound reason
its wood is all seasoned
holy vows are kept without breathing

-- -erik & christy-

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#3 posted 03-05-2010 06:30 AM

Thos. Angle,

I think you are right, it does need a bit more in there, but alas I ran up against the 300 limit.


Your repsonse is much better than my post. Well done.


-- Brian Meeks,

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#4 posted 03-05-2010 06:41 AM

you remind me of my grandfather – writing till he died – editor and publisher – i was a newspaper man for 35 years or so – tried to become a song writer and failed – tough business

-- -erik & christy-

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#5 posted 03-05-2010 08:21 AM

Hi Brian, two things.
13.82 – speaks for itself.
I don’t normally approve of editing someone else’s hard earned words but to play along with Thos., you could add the words – Months later, – to the beginning of the paragraph beginning “The lid of the box opened…” and get a nice even 300 unless the comma counts as a word. I apoligize for even suggesting it.

-- Jim

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#6 posted 03-05-2010 12:16 PM

Everyone should explore their creative side as you’ve done here Brian. It makes life more fun and interesting. Thanks for sharing it with us.

-- Mike, an American living in Norway.

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#7 posted 03-05-2010 12:50 PM

Indeed, glockenspiel can be an amusing word. Didn’t Wilma Flintstone use it when she got a job singing jingles?

You also could have gone really dark on this… The glockenspiel could have swelled with pride and exploded into a million pieces.

No matter what, don’t abandon. You have the gift of the gab. Did you ever kiss the Blarney Stone?

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#8 posted 03-05-2010 04:48 PM

I think it would have been better if the instrument was MADE of purpleheart. Other than that, I think you are being too tough on yourself. It was a fun little read.

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#9 posted 03-06-2010 01:54 AM

great little story
with the limits
in mind well done
writer of the words


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#10 posted 03-06-2010 02:03 AM


That was an excellent editorial suggestion. It is too late to change my entry, but I really think you are right.


I didn’t even think of making the instrument of purpleheart, THAT would have been much better.


I i have not kissed the Blarney Stone, but my friend Bryce Miller, who gave me the idea for ‘ExtremelyAverage’, has. He sent me a picture. It is on my life’s to do list.


-- Brian Meeks,

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