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Later on in the summer, I ended up taking this image and printing it on the Risograph digital duplicator at Flower City! I tried a few different color combinations using fluorescent pink, blue, and green inks, and printed the anthotype results on 11x17” cardstock.
In the car heading back to the cottage – Grandma and Grandpa's cottage, our cottage – we stumbled across Elton John’s “Rocket Man” on the radio. Someone turned it up and we all sang together, buzzing from the excitement of the parade. When we got back to the cottage the song hadn’t ended yet. I ran inside, turned on the radio in the kitchen and found the station we had been listening to – which, yes, means I changed it from North Country Public Radio, but remember, it was OFF anyway – and we resumed celebrating and singing.
Now I can’t recall if my grandpa, in his 80s at the time, wasn’t in the room and walked in, or was there and just snapped, but suddenly he yelled at me to change the station back and turn it off, and finished with a stern, “It’s noise! Just noise.”
I was SHOCKED. Color drained from my face. I was an adult, mind you! Well out of college and living on my own. And my grandpa YELLED at me. He was normally pretty soft-spoken and mostly kept to himself, reading newspapers quietly in his chair. But this time, in front of everyone, he HOLLERED! For playing Rocket Man?!? Perhaps the tamest song EVER?
(For the record, my grandparents thought Sinatra was a "lush" and skiing was "too sexy," so you can see what we're dealing with here).
I quickly changed the radio back to the NPR affiliate, turned it off, and walked out of the room. I was floored. The whole scene really threw me off for a few hours. We had all been having such a good time, coming home from the parade together, joyfully singing, and he hadn’t even been listening to the radio when we walked in (I definitely would have NOT changed the station had he been listening to it at the time, can I make that any clearer?). What was I to think?
Eventually, my grandpa, the late, great Dr. Clarence G. Heininger, Jr., apologized not to me, but to my parents! Ha! It makes sense, though. This is a man who really loved us, but had a hard time actually saying it. Seriously, he could not say “I love you” back when I said it to him. Instead, he said, “I know,” or, “thank you.” So, the fact that he couldn’t apologize directly to me makes sense. I eventually got over it, after all, I was an adult. On second thought, did I get over it if I’m thinking about it all these years later? Let me know (or don't) 😅
For years “It’s noise! Just noise” has been an inside joke. It's something my boyfriend and I say to each other any chance we get. After my grandpa’s funeral in 2019, we shared stories both funny and touching of him over penne and wine at an Italian restaurant. I told that story. I also told the sweeter story of him helping me study for a chemistry exam when I was in high school. He wasn’t all edge.
For a long while, I wanted to make the phrase into something; it’s just so catchy. That’s where my brain was last summer when I was working on it for the anthotype. And maybe I wasn’t so focused on making it a “product” because as much as I love the phrase, something didn’t sit right with me about turning it into a silly consumer item, as if I was making fun of my grandpa. I mean, he knew I was a little punk at times (weren’t we all?), but I loved him and certainly wouldn’t want to be desecrating his memory, or making it seem like this one thing is all I remember about him.
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