Gotta Call Cupid: Wheaton College 2014 Class Films

Some of you may recall some time back that I played a minor role as a policeman in the Sophomore Class film at Wheaton last year. Well this year, they liked my acting so much that they wanted me to star in their next film. So here it is: the Junior Class Film, called "Gotta Call Cupid". The films from each class premiered last night, and ours won sweeping the categories for best Screenplay, Music, Editing, Actress, and Actor (yours truly won that!) Enjoy!

Gotta Call Cupid

Took three of these loads out today

They hauled three of these loads out today and it looks like there is enough for another load stacked out back yet.  Getting kind of thin out back.  Oh well, lots of sun!  I just keep telling myself that.

The trees are coming down

As you can see, the trees are coming down.  Looking at the woods I feel like a small child who thought it would be a great idea to cut my own hair, only to be shocked to reality by a parent screaming "what have you done?" as I try to hide the scissors behind my back.

So to thwart that thought I have posed proudly with my tree trunks and axe.  A modern age Paul Bunyan.

What's in a name?

Time for some inward reflection, Barnhart Central readers and contributors -

When you think of the name 'Barnhart', what comes to mind?

Do you see a picture of yourself, or one of your fine relatives?  Or do you think of a barn with a heart on it, imagining that the 'e' was somehow lost in translation?  Maybe the photo below suggested the idea before you knew what to think...

Thoughts of the Barnhart name get you thinking about your heritage and your ancestry, and you wonder how they spelled it back then.  Is Barnhardt the real spelling, while its slightly diminished variant is walking around without a 'd' like it lost a strand of DNA?  Or is Barnhart the pure and undefiled truth?  And what did the name mean back then?

I hope anyone that actually knows an answer to these questions will chime in, for what follows is purely speculation and a few internet searches (which necessarily lead to true knowledge, of course).  I used no actual genealogical records in my research.

To satisfy my curiosity, I performed a quick search on the etymology of the name Barnhart.  I was quickly directed to the Oxford Dictionary of American Family Names, where we find this entry for Barnhart:

Barnhart⁽⁷⁴³²⁾

Dutch: from the personal name Barnhart, Dutch form of Bernhard.

So - interesting.  Maybe it wasn't Barnhart, or Barnhardt, but Bernhard.  Dutch, huh?  Now looking up Bernhard produces:

Bernhard⁽¹⁶⁷⁵⁾

Dutch, German, and Scandinavian: from the Germanic personal name Bernhard, composed of the elements ber(n) ‘bear’ + hard ‘brave’, ...

Now we're getting to some meaning.  And we've added German and Scandinavian.  Bear from ber(n) and brave from hard is certainly a different picture than a barn and heart.


Pretty much every Google image search result for "bear brave" brings up the Disney/Pixar movie "Brave" which has a bear in it, so I'll just put a picture of a bear here and give you a few suggestions for your own search:

• You could try searching for the phrase "bear brave"
• Another (possibly fitting) option would be "barely brave"
• Do not attempt to search for "bare brave" or "bare braves fans" (I shudder to think) 

Of course, this raises some questions.  What does brave describe - the bear, or someone who's brave like a bear?  Maybe our ancestors were bear hunters.  They were more likely brown and furry like a bear.  What do you think?

I doubt whether this is relevant, but to round out this post I'll give you a link to the Barnhart Surname History.  And a family crest:

Pictures that time forgot, but luckily I didn't

All these pictures were originally part of the "Super-Secret-Super-Fast-Get-It-Done-Blog", and I decided that although none of them were used, they were simply too good to pass up. So Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and enjoy these timeless photos of the people that allowed us to be here today. 

I promise, it's only sparkling juice. This is how I spent Christmas, however. 

This is from that one time a bird landed in Mom's hair. Not much more to it than that, actually. 

For all the photos that follow, nobody really knows what was going on here. Not even Dad himself. 

Fletcher! How'd you get in here??!

Who is this man?!

For at least a day, Mom was thinking about auditioning for the next Star Wars movie. 

Goodbye Christmas tree and living room table

Who knows what the fire will want next?  Do not allow young children to view this post.

Birthday Surprise!

Happy Birthday, Ben!

"Hey guys, look what was in this funny shaped present!"

Thanks to Mom for passing along these great photos of Ben and his innocent brother.

Big Bro'

Game Time (Maybe a fit of FTS)

Ben and Steve with Grandpa LeRoy Barnhart.  I guess Ben's always liked books.

Merry Christmas

Hoping you all have a merry Christmas, from the Hancock Barnharts!

The kids would like to share a krumkake with you.  And here are some winter photos for those who find themselves snow-challenged today.

I knew this instinctively!!

Warning: the universe could be about ready to collapse on us

At some point, a radical shift in the forces of the universe will cause every tiny particle in it to become very heavy.

The above headline just confirmed my suspicions that I had earlier this week.  I was contemplating weight gain in mature adults and mine in particular.  I came to me like a page out of a science text book.  I have not really gained weight, but my cells are becoming denser with age due to gravity.  I was theorizing that when a person is new and still in young adulthood, their bodies cells are new and less dense causing them to weigh less.  But as gravity works it's pull on cells they compress over time and become denser causing older people to be heavier.  The denser cells are slightly smaller and so a person's body grows more cells to fill up the extra space caused by the compressed cells.  So denser cells and more cells equals more weight.

The take away from this new information is that weighing more is not my fault.  I am just a product of my environment and cookies and cheeseburgers are irrelevant when it comes to my weight.

It is somewhat disheartening to resign myself to this condition, but who can fight science?

-by the way, I didn't read the article that followed the above copied headline, but I am sure it supports my findings.

Ode to Dogs

Nikki and Twilah's Relatives

Pumpkin contest

I was going to enter my pumpkin but then he got sick and had to stay in the house.

A Lantern Named Jack

It's time for the pumpkins to again let us scare ourselves into thinking they're people. People with ridiculously big mouths & strange eyes, that is.
Here's my Halloween Jack 'o Lantern. Let's see some others.

In light of the fact that I don't carve pumpkins, and make Jack 'o Lanterns, this picture is courtesy of Natalie (with permission).  She texted it to me for Halloween, accompanied with, "Booooo!"  Mom

Happy Birthday Janell!

**Edit**

I was going to make a birthday post for you Janell, but since David put up this fine picture and beat me to it, I'll jump on his post instead.

For your birthday, please indicate your preference for one of the following featured items:

• Giant sized peanut butter cups
• Larger than life chocolate bar
• Little kid in ducky jammies

- Steve

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A Birthday Ode

You pampered me when I was sick,

You overlooked my backwards kick.

Behind you on a chair I’d stand,

And cross off your list with unsteady hand.

Whistling inside was not allowed,

“Go outside and run around!”

“But please don’t get too dirty,” you’d say,

“Your next bath isn’t ‘till Saturday.”

Trips to Meijer late at night,

Always filled me with delight,

Getting treats while we were out,

I knew you loved me without a doubt.

“Oh my stars!” and “Hold your horses!”

Instead of shirts, you call them blouses.

You dislike having dirty feet,

But the worst is sand between the sheets!

These memories will last forever,

My time with you I will always treasure.

I’m thankful for you everyday,

So now I’d simply like to say…

Newfangled Technology

It brings me great joy to share with you all this video of Mom trying to take a picture with my iPhone.
Also, our parents might be getting older

Hazel Triptych

I visited Janell and Andy this weekend. I think it was the first time that I didn't completely frighten Hazel. I suspect that taking her on a walk to go visit the ducks was the key strategic move in catapulting me out of the "scary monster" category and into the "buddy" category. Anyway, we had a fun time, replete with some homemade pizzas and the first backyard fire of the year, where we discovered that smores taste even better if you nix the chocolate completely and substitute peanut butter.

Janell said that Hazel is pretty shy about having her picture taken, so here are some stealth photos of Hazel somberly eating her bagels:

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                      Anybody seen David's new bass guitar, and the girls' old bedroom lately?
                    Hmm...something about this picture kind of makes me think of that scenario:)

The many faces of Daniel

I was recently looking through some older pictures and was struck by how many pictures I had of Daniel.  Or rather, "selfies" of Daniel.  I forgot that he went through a phase in which he could take no less than 58 pictures of himself at a time.  I give you: exhibit A. And B. And C....

A standard Daniel smirk

 

Big Head

Not technically a selfie,  but still typical Daniel

Woops, how did Dad get in this post?

It seems no one in our family is exempt (sorry Janell)

Half-human, half-pterodactyl

Another non-selfie, but still disturbing nonetheless.  I believe Daniel was singing "If I Were a Rich Man" and dancing around Ben's house while wearing my skirt in this photo

And now, the crowning glory: the face all babies love