A safe storage room made of oak in a bank

  My father's father was said to have been a bank boss in Mikkeli in eastern or central Finland. But his bank went bankrupt and so he and his family moved to Helsinki, where years later I was born and lived my youth. I did not hear almost anything about banks or money, since my father said that it was just his father's job and he was quite small then, so he just saw some people connected with handling bank affairs but kids were kept separate from that. And later there just was no money, so that ended it and so it then was. 

My grandfather had our wooden house in Helsinki moved from Mikkeli to Helsinki, and I tended to wonder that such must have cost a lot of money. But I never could figure out in which way it would have been of Mikkeli style. It was quite ugly, not feeling well, wise or secure but was said to be good for weather skills. Now years later it brings to my mind Nuuk of Greenland, so could it have been an experiment of copying from Greenland, and that is from where the money for it. 

When I was maybe on the first ckass in school, people at home asked if I would be interested in a career in bank work, did I leave such an option, but it seemed very dangerous, all people interested in bank robberies, and so an unusual person like me would have been likely to be replaced by an actor of some more ordinary type of people i.e. by some group, and so things would not have gone well for me. The option of just working and working, counting they said, sounded impossible for my endurancy and life skills, just suffering, because others typically have more such endurancy kind of natural for them. So I always tried to stay as far as possible from such subjects. 

My grandfather died August 1979 when I was just slightly over 8 years old, and I knew only that he had had some university education in some society level connected theories. But he said that I should explain what is a bank safety room made of oak where things are well kept always safe. I said that I fid not know and did not even have any idea of the oak symbolics in it since our name did not include the word "oak". They said that I should figure it out. But it is only now sone 45 years later that I seem to have any idea of it, even though my idea as a child was better: that they would somehow healthily behave responsibly and that would keep things safely. 

If an oak refers to caring for a work much wanted in the society, so that there is clearly a place for such a work and some safety, caring for it according to traditional basic skills and values for such a work, so that the work is cared for with a good enough quality, it is in some sense the oak likedness of the worker's ways of working, of the work and it's place in the society and in the world, that creates some amount of safety, of being wished for and paid for or at least thanked for. 

Similarly kn a society one can learn some basic skills and values of life there, like is good always to get things working well and with common sense like wisdom of life according to feelings. And one can copy from the weathers and nature there some fine wisdom, kind of like charachter or virtues of a nature's charm like ways of living there, and with such an influence from the nature, get a kind of more natural and flourishing version of the ways of living there, together with the environment. But it demands people and especially one oneself liking just such nature, liking just such a place to live in, feeling it emphasizing things in life and in wisdom of life just right. 

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According to this view oak isn't termed "extremely reliable and a responsible wise character", which seems to invite attackers and create lots of opposition, but instead "much wanted basic wise arrangements in the society" or something like that. 

One should notice of reliability that even if some person or place is very reliable in some sense, because of the existence of liars and actors, such reliable individual or place does not offer that much reliability to others, since typically many others want to claim to be that reliable without being so reliable at all, and so the reliability is per each occasion and is often so unsurely recognised that it ought not be called extremely reliable or something similar likewise unusual. 

Come to think of it, my problems of just about everything I like getting robbed, may be some similar phenomenom. But I just have or have had a so good head and so beautiful values. So mostly I have not had anything special, but there has been the possibility of such things being useful to someone, if they just respect beautiful values well enough and follow very good quality. My skills have been connected with following very good quality and wishing well in the world, so it is no wonder that those mostly need such charachteristics from others too if they want to reach anything fine with them. And so I have written lots of advices in learning such skills and talents. It ought to be possible to read them separately if one's basic skill level is high enough and especially quality good. See www.amazon.com/author/khtervola .

"... Kurjoitkn isänisäni tikaamasta aiheesta "tammiholvi", muttei kirjoitukseni ole lllenkaan sellainen tuomaltaan tunnelmaltaan kuin tul vuosikymmenten takainen vaikytelma. Ylipäätään jälkiköteen nousi mieleeni muiden väitteitä kuin joku olusi silloin vuosikymmeniä sitten sanonut mm että tammiholvi olisi muka naisen halkoväli ja tuotavat tavarat tuhoaisivat sen. Mutta onhan pommi eri asia kuin säilytettävä esine, ja samoin vihollinen on eri asia kuin heila. Onkohan äitipuoleni Riitta Hari taas kerran valheillaan sotkenut, kuka toivoi mitäkin ja ja kenen näkymys oli mitäkin. Mutta ylipäätään jonkin asian ylläpitäminen yhteiskuntaa varten on eri asia kukn oman elämän eläminen, ja epätavallusen paljon vaalitut asiat liittyvät yleensä omaan elämään, ja yhteiskunnan tarvitsemat työtehtävät ovat eri asia, ja niissäkin voi vaatia ok arvovalkntoja, laatua, yms. Mutta kummastuttaa tuo, miten mieleeni jäi nyt ikäviä väittämiä kai ukiltani vai pian tämän kuoltua, ei yhtään sellainen mamliksi kelpaava näkökulma kuin mistä olin ajatellut voivani jotain oppia. 

Terv. Hannele 
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" I wrote of a subject my father's father had ordered "an oak vault" (of a bank), but the atmosphere my text produces is not at all like that impression of an oaky vault tens of years ago. And to my mind came vague memories as if someone had said then tens of years ago, that an oak vault is a woman's (bank bosses wife's) between her legs, and that the things brought to storage would destroy it. But a bomb is different from things to store in a fine vault, and an enemy is a different thing from a date. Maybe my step mother like mom Riitta Hari by her lies once again mixed who wished for what and whose view was of what kind. But on the large keeping up something for the society is a diffetent thing from living one's own life, and the unusually much cultivated things of an individual often connect with the individual's own life, and what tasks the society needs is a different thing, and in those too one can demand ok choices of values, quality, etc. But I wonder how I was left with nasty claims from my grandfarher or soon after his death, and not like what I had thought good to learn from him. " 

(My mom liked my little brother, so she or someone like her visiting, would have considered my little brother an example of a man in the society, while for me he has been an enemy and sexual relations with those in one's childhood family or very near are considered too restrictive, because each one needs one's own roads, and so such is not naturally ok between siblings, so the whole discussion ought to have been about people not knowing each other so well, instead of being applied to the child around. ) 

But so people near by are not alike, not even those interested in the same subject with a similar approach, and not even those who encouraged or forced a child to a certain task. Choices of values, quality, ways of being social, interesting areas of life, etc matter a lot. 

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2nd of November 2024   Holy men's day, the nemorial day of insects etc who have died the same year 

When my grandfather died in August 1979, in the funeral or in connection with talkkng of such, I first got to kniw the song Vaiennut viulu, Quietened violin, by Konsta Jylhä, see d17. at https://learntalents.blogspot.com/2023/07/skills-of-christmas-gnomes-29.html