Posts Tagged ‘grandmother’

It’s Time For A New Programming Project

Wednesday, October 28th, 2009

Photography by E.W. Faircloth

Photography by E.W. Faircloth

It’s time I started a new programming project.  Years ago I wrote a web application which acts as a searchable picture database.  In it, the most recent picture was of my grandson about 6 months ago.  The picture above of him was taken about a month ago.  I decided to put this up on my site.  Yeah, it’s not a picture I  would show to my professional photographer buddies, but to “Grampawda” it’s the cutest thing I’ve seen lately. My buddy Jon Falk would understand since he’s been a grandfather many times, however.

It is time consuming and detail-oriented to put a picture up on the site.  Time consuming and detail-oriented sounds like a computer task to me. All I have to do is write a program to do the following:

1.  Proportionally crop a given picture to 576 pixels maximum on any one side. Save the picture with a name like imgXXXX.jpg where XXXX is some number between 1000 and 9999. Put the picture in a folder call “high”.

2. Proportionally crop the same picture to 192 x 132 pixels.  Save the picture with the same name as  above. Put the picture in a folder call “low”.

3. Connect to my database and insert the picture located in “high” with the appropiate mysql command.

4. Connect to my database and insert the picture located in “low” with the appropiate mysql command.

If all this sounds complicated, believe me, this is the simple version:)



Just A Closer Walk With Thee

Monday, May 18th, 2009
Photo by E.W. Faircloth

Photo by E.W. Faircloth

That’s Naji and his grandmother, Nanu, going for a walk. There’s an old Negro spiritual called “Just a Closer Walk With Thee” by an anonymous/unknown writer which popped into mind while making this post. Sometimes, while thinking of a headline for a post, a song will come to mind. Maybe, I could have used “Grandma’s Hands” by Bill Withers:

Grandma’s hands
Clapped in church on Sunday morning
Grandma’s hands
Played a tambourine so well
Grandma’s hands
Used to issue out a warning
She’d say, “Billy don’t you run so fast
Might fall on a piece of glass
“Might be snakes there in that grass”
Grandma’s hands

Grandma’s hands
Soothed a local unwed mother
Grandma’s hands
Used to ache sometimes and swell
Grandma’s hands
Used to lift her face and tell her, she’d say,
“Baby, Grandma understands
That you really love that man
Put yourself in Jesus hands”
Grandma’s hands

Grandma’s hands
Used to hand me piece of candy
Grandma’s hands
Picked me up each time I fell
Grandma’s hands
Boy, they really came in handy
She’d say, “Matty don’ you whip that boy
What you want to spank him for?
He didn’ drop no apple core”
But I don’t have Grandma anymore

If I get to Heaven I’ll look for
Grandma’s hands