Letter A, and two questions
Aug. 19th, 2025 08:16 pmSpent some time walking along the side of the highway today. I always feel strange and liminal when I do that because it's not something people generally do. The shoulders can be narrow, cars and trucks can be going fast--it's not set up to be walked along. It's a strange sensation to move through space in a way that no one is expecting you to. It can make me feel like I have superpowers: since I'm covering the space at a different speed, from a different vantage point, I'm able to notice things that otherwise don't get seen.
Like today. I discovered this Letter A lying on the shoulder:

It's 3.5 inches by 3.5 inches by 1.25 inches. From the front it looks like a child's alphabet block, but only one face is carved and painted, and it's not a cube. And it's pretty roughly made:


Questions:
What do you think the original purpose or use of this Letter A was?
What, now, should or can the A stand for?
Like today. I discovered this Letter A lying on the shoulder:

It's 3.5 inches by 3.5 inches by 1.25 inches. From the front it looks like a child's alphabet block, but only one face is carved and painted, and it's not a cube. And it's pretty roughly made:


Questions:
What do you think the original purpose or use of this Letter A was?
What, now, should or can the A stand for?
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Date: 2025-08-20 12:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-08-20 01:21 am (UTC)I recall somewhere there was a daycare called something like ABC Daycare. I wonder if this was the A from on top of that sign (except that I don't actually recall if they had letters like this on top of the sign--but even if they didn't, maybe a sign like that).
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Date: 2025-08-20 12:59 am (UTC)The A represents lost childhood, abandonment, or something like that. I imagine some Bunyan-type carved it and used natural plant-based dyes for the coloring, for his child, who subsequently became lost in the woods, or something like that.
Whenever I see someone walking on the side of the highway, I always come up with these wild assumptions about the person, like something terrible has happened to them, or they're like homeless or unhomed or whatever we're calling it now, or they're like strung out on hard drugs, or they got into a big fight with their love who pushed them out of the car and drove off. I don't know.
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Date: 2025-08-20 01:19 am (UTC)Also giggling at (a) the natural plant dye--perhaps it's indigo!--and like homeless or unhomed or whatever we're calling it now because yeah, it's really funny to see terminology changing right before our eyes.
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Date: 2025-08-20 05:43 am (UTC)So funny how I often think things similar to FoRREST when seeing people on the side of a highway. I, if I can, always want to stop and help them. So, I totally see why you Walk With Purpose. :D
A for Adventure, A for Amazing, A for (mon) Amie, A for Amour, A for Aimé(e) and Aimer, A for Aquisition (of an A), A for Anecdotes and Allegory. A for ARRÊT (which I will do now. LOL)
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Date: 2025-08-20 12:55 pm (UTC)And yeah, I certainly do imagine the stories of the people I see walking too. And sometimes people can use a lift, for sure. A neighbor of mine used to see a guy walking along the road on her commute, and eventually one day she asked him if he needed a lift: turned out he was walking like an HOUR to get to a job each morning. He didn't have a car and the (few) buses there were weren't at a good time for him. She gave him a ride for a while, and eventually he made other arrangements.
Love-Love-Love your meanings for A 💛 Mon amie que j'aime ... sans arrêt!
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Date: 2025-08-20 07:27 pm (UTC)Mon amie que j'aime ... sans arrêt! 🥰
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Date: 2025-08-20 07:57 am (UTC)As that is a name you write under, and A is at the beginning of the alphabet maybe it suggests you start
A story.
A something.
An Adventure!
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Date: 2025-08-20 10:34 am (UTC)Pretty sure it's some kind of stamp.
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Date: 2025-08-20 01:00 pm (UTC)It's 3.5 inches tall by 3.5 inches across by 1.25 inches thick.
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Date: 2025-08-20 09:24 pm (UTC)It's kind of thick to be actually attached to a building, though, so I wondered if it was meant to sit on top of a fence, or maybe on top of a rustic wooden mailbox that sits on a post by the road. But I don't actually know if it's legal for people to make homemade wooden mailboxes, and if it was a store-bought metal or plastic mailbox, why wouldn't they just paint or stencil the number including the A on the side?
Then, I thought maybe it was somebody practicing carving blocks for block-printing, but if I look at it closely in the photos, I think commenter
I like the suggestions for what the A stands for in the other comments. The one addition that sticks persistently in my mind is: A is for Adventurine, a kind of rock that often comes in a beautiful green color. I have a polished piece of adventurine that's pleasant to hold in my hand. I'll leave it to you to decide whether you want to look up adventurine's scientific info &/or new-age-y "meanings." (The link above just goes to a Wikipedia photo of some polished adventurine pebbles.)
Re walking along a highway, do we get to know why you were doing this?
Interesting that it can make you feel like you have sensory observation superpowers. The two memories I currently associate with walking along a highway are very different: one is just of traveling and stopping to photograph a few things along the side of (probably) U.S. Highway 101—a pleasant memory.
The other memory is of a time when I was in my late teens and a fairly new driver. I took the family car out to a beach, one evening, for some alone time, and accidentally got the car stuck in the sand. I had to walk back the way I had come, along a fairly deserted highway-like two-lane road, for what was probably three quarters of a mile or so, with a flickering flashlight (and inconveniently only then recalling newspaper articles about women's dead bodies being found in the area), until I could get to an operating industrial plant's gate kiosk where I could borrow a phone.
Fortunately, it all worked out fine: no one accosted me, I didn't fall in the dark, and the kiosk attendant was fine with me borrowing the phone. I called Dad, and he wasn't even mad, and he either arranged for a tow truck to come pull the car out, or reminded me that I could do that—I forget which. And the tow truck driver was prompt and friendly and winched the car back onto the paved road.
And so, I drove home with a vivid memory and a story, having learned never to try to drive a standard two-wheel drive car on sand.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Date: 2025-08-21 01:06 am (UTC)My reason is very boring: I had dropped my car off for an alignment, and my husband's away and I didn't feel like bothering anyone to give me a ride. I've done this lots of times--I like the walk. But it's not one many people make. So yeah: I walked back home from dropping off the car, and then I walked there to pick it up again. It was on that walk that I found Letter A.
VERY glad your highway-walking adventures left you with memories and lessons but nothing else more ominous!
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Date: 2025-08-21 08:27 am (UTC)And that is a perfectly good reason to be walking—healthful, kind to the planet, and inspiring of your blog post, which wasn't at all boring! 😏/\😊