Jack Jarvis Tıraş Sabunu

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Güzel inceleme için elinize emeğinize sağlık. Zevkle okudum.

[Soner]

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Söylentiye göre Jack sekiz yaşındayken ilk tıraşını aldı. Jackson Jarvis, 1932'de erkekler ve koyunlar korktuktan sonra Avustralya outback'de doğdu. Bunun için çok iyi bir sebep vardı. Bir genç olarak, Jack bir meşe ağacı variline oturur ve büyükbaba sabunu yüzüne kadar izler ve paslı eski bir bıçağı çenesine doğru sürüklerdi. Sabit bir el ve 3 inçlik bir ayna tarafından yönlendirilir. Zaman zor ve para kısaydı. "Şimdi oğlunu traş ediyorsun." büyükbaba zevkle bağırırdı. İşini bitirdiğinde daima küçük bir dans ederdi.

Jack, büyükbabası tarafından büyütüldü. Zaman zordu ama erkekler daha zordu. Jack'in büyükbabasının adı Jack ve Jack'in büyük büyükbabasının adı Jack idi. İsminin hatırlanması kolay ve heceleme kolay olduğunu söylediler. Büyükbabası sabunu köpürterek ve paslı eski bıçağı her zaman aynı ünlem ile bitirirken Young Jack her sabah şaşkınlıkla izlerdi. "Şimdi oğlunu traş ediyorsun."   O zaman bile, gençken, Jack daha iyi bir yol olması gerektiğini biliyordu.

JACK SEYAHATE BAŞLADI.
Genç Jack, 1950'de şöhret ve servet bulmak için Sydney'e taşındı. Sert görünüyordu ama bulamadı. Sonra 1952'de 20 yaşındayken, Jack'in şansı değişti. Kendisine Avrupa'ya giden bir kargo gemisinde iş teklif edildi. Bir ömür boyu iş. Açık denizlerde yelken. Yeni dünyaları ziyaret etmek, yeni sınırlar, egzotik maceralar yaşamak. Hayatı dedikleri gibi yaşamak. Londra yolunda, ilk liman Singapur, ikinci liman Bangkok. Singapur'dan üç gün sonra Jack tıraş olması gerektiğini biliyordu. Canavar gibi görünüyordu.  Ne yazık ki, paslı bir bıçak vardı, ama hiçbir tıraş sabunu bulunamadı.

Jack, Galler'den bir mürettebat üyesi ile arkadaş olmuştu. Adı Cadwgawn'dı. Çok ortak noktaları vardı. "Cadwgawn Dawfdd" gururla söylerdi. Peki büyükbabasının adı? Ayrıca  Cadwgawn Dawfdd. Büyükbabasının ona polisin onu aradığını, hatırlaması zor bir isim ve hecelenmesi zor bir isim olduğunu söyledi. Her şey mantıklı geldi. Cadwgawn da büyükbabasının yaptığı gibi tıraş olmayı severdi. Ve şansın sahip olacağı gibi, Cadwgawn'ın büyük büyükbabasının büyükbabasından bir tıraş sabunu tarifi vardı.

SABUN BAZI YAPMA ZAMANI GELDİ.
Jack ve Cadwgawn kadırgaya gittiler. Her ikisinin de Singapur'a yanaşmadan önce tıraş olmaları gerekiyordu. Elbette etkilemek için bayanlar olurdu. Bir grup tıraş sabunu hazırlamanın zamanı gelmişti. Cadwgawn her zaman ortaya çıkması gereken malzemeleri kit çantasında taşıdı. Cadwgawn, Jack'in malzemeleri dikkatlice ölçtüğü için talimatları dikkatlice okudu. Gale'yi güzel bir aroma ile dolduran egzotik yağlar ve yağ karışımları. Egzotik, gizemli, keyifli malzemeler. Bir parti döktüler.

Saat 18.00 civarında, Singapur'a yanaşmadan üç saat önce Jack ve Cadwgawn tıraş olma zamanının geldiğine karar verdiler. Bir tıraş fırçasını köpürdüler ve köpüğü kremsi ve boldu. Jack'in daha önce kullandığı hiçbir şeye benzemez. Jack, büyükbabasının paslı eski bıçağını çıkardı ve tıraş olmaya devam etti. Cadwgawn dehşete kapıldı. "Jack. Bir güvenlik tıraş bıçağı kullanman gerekiyordu" diye bağırdı. Bununla birlikte, Cadwgawn odadan ayrıldı, ancak dakikalar sonra kitinde yedek bir tıraş bıçağıyla geri döndü. Jack'e geçerken "İşte buyurun". Jack'in sahip olduğu en iyi tıraştı.

SİNGAPUR.
Jack ve Cadwgawn Singapur'da 8 saat oynadılar. Kendilerini Changi Yolu'ndaki bir barda otururken buldular. Orada oldukları gibi gerçek denizciler sarhoş olacak rom, yapılacak dans ve romantizm bulunacaktı. Jack'in gördüğü en egzotik yerdi. Sıcaktı, nemliydi ve heyecan vericiydi. Genç bir bayan Jack'e geldi ve gözlerinin içine baktı. "Yüzün çok güzel gözüküyor" diye bağırdı. "Buna dokunabilir miyim?"   Jack'in yüzünü hemen onun ellerine götürdü. "Güzel ve çok yumuşak. Diğer adam gibi değil " gülümsedi.

Jack yüzünü ovuşturdu, gözlerinin içine baktı ve "Sen doğru aşksın. Bu benim yeni tıraş sabunum. Bebeğin serseri gibi pürüzsüz değil mi?"  O gece daha sonra Jack Cadwgawn'ın  hiçbir yerinde gemiye geri döndü görme. Cadwgawn'un ranzasını kontrol etmeye gitti ve bulduğu tek şey tıraş sabunu tarifi ve pırıl pırıl bir güvenlik jiletiydi. Jack hiçbir şey düşünmedi. Şüphesiz Cadwgawn'ı sabah görürdü. Ne yazık ki, o gece Jack en son Cadwgawn'u gördü. Gemi yelken açmıştı ve Bangkok'a doğru gidiyordu.

BANGKOK.
Geminin kaptanı, kargolarını boşalttıktan sonra Jack'in inişini gördü. Efsane giderken Jack kasabaya girdi ve hızla aşık oldu. Şehre, insanlara, aromalara ve tempoya aşık. Mutlu bir yerdi. Jack de gemiye geri dönmedi. Cadwgawn'ın örneğini takiben ortadan kayboldu. Sonunda bir ev bulmuştu. Bazıları Chiang Mai'ye gittiğini ve daha sonraki yıllarda oraya yerleştiğini, ancak çok fazla şey bilinmediğini söylüyor. Kesin olarak bilinen tek şey Cadwgawn'un tıraş sabunu tarifinin yolculukta hayatta kalması.

2015 yılında Khao San Road'daki bir bar taburesinin dibinde küçük kahverengi bir deri çanta bulundu. Çanta, eski ve tabii ki iyi gitti. Kimse onu orada kimin bıraktığını bilmiyor. Kimse nedenini bilmiyor. Ama içinde üç madde vardı. "Jack Jarvis - Gururlu Bir Siyam Adamı" başlıklı günlük . Son giriş 1972'de yapıldı. Eski ve yıpranmıştı. Zamanlar ve tarihler düzensizdi ve bazı sayfalar eksikti. Çift kenarlı bir tıraş makinesi. İyi kullanılmış, açıkçası klasik bir ustura. Ve son olarak Cadwgawn'un tıraş sabunu tarifi. Eski kağıt üzerinde, antika ve kırılgan sadece imzalanmış "Jack Jarvis"

[Soner]

İngilizcesi iyi olanlar için, hikayenin İngilizce hali aşağıda.

Rumour has it that Jack had his first shave when he eight years old. Jackson Jarvis was born in the Australian outback in 1932 when men were men and sheep were scared. There was a very good reason for that.  As a youngster, Jack would sit on an oak tree barrel and watch his grandpa soap up his face and drag a rusty old knife across his chin. Guided by a steady hand and a 3-inch mirror. Times were tough and money was short. "Now that's how ya' shave son." grandpa would yell out in delight. He'd always do a little dance when he'd finished.

Jack was brought up by his grandpa. Times were tough but men were tougher. Jack's grandpa's name was Jack, and Jack's great grandpa's name was Jack. They said the name was easy to remember and easy to spell. Young Jack would watch in amazement every morning as his grandpa would lather up the soap and drag that rusty old knife across his face, always ending with the same exclamation. "Now that's how ya' shave son."  Even then as a youngster, Jack knew there had to be a better way.

JACKS JOURNEY BEGAN.
Young Jack moved to Sydney in 1950 in search of fame and fortune. He looked hard but didn't find it. Then in 1952 at 20 years of age, Jack's luck changed. He was offered a job on a cargo ship heading for Europe. The job of a lifetime. Sailing the high seas. Visiting new worlds, new frontiers, exotic adventures to be had. Living the life as they say. On route to London, first port Singapore, second port Bangkok. Three days out of Singapore Jack knew that he had to have a shave. He looked like a beast.  Alas, he had a rusty knife, but no shaving soap to be found.

Jack had become friendly with a crew member from Wales. His name was Cadwgawn. They had a lot of things in common. "Cadwgawn Dawfdd" he would say proudly. And his grandpa's name? Also Cadwgawn Dawfdd. He said his grandpa told him if the police are ever looking for him, it's a hard name to remember, and a hard name to spell. It all made good sense. Cadwgawn also liked to shave like his grandpa did. And as luck would have it, Cadwgawn had a shaving soap recipe handed down from his great grandpa's grandpa.

IT WAS TIME TO MAKE SOME SOAP.
Jack and Cadwgawn made their way to the galley. They both needed a shave before they docked in Singapore. For sure there would be ladies to impress. It was time to make up a batch of shaving soap. Cadwgawn always carried the ingredients in his kit bag should times like this arise. Cadwgawn carefully read out the instructions as Jack carefully measured out the ingredients. Exotic oils and oil blends that filled the galley with a beautiful aroma. Exotic, mysterious, delightful ingredients. They poured a batch.

At around 6 pm, three hours before docking in Singapore both Jack and Cadwgawn decided it was time to shave. They lathered up a shaving brush, and the lather was creamy and abundant. Unlike anything Jack had used before.  Jack pulled out his grandpas' rusty old knife and proceeded to shave. Cadwgawn was horrified. "Jack. You're supposed to use a safety razor" he cried. With that, Cadwgawn left the room, only to return minutes later with a spare razor he had in his kit. "Here you go" as he passed it to Jack. It was the best shave Jack had ever had.

SINGAPORE.
Jack and Cadwgawn disembarked in Singapore with 8 hours to play up. They found themselves sitting in a bar in downtown Changi Road. True sailors as they were there was rum to be drunk, dancing to be done, and romance to be found. It was the most exotic location Jack had ever seen. It was hot, it was humid and it was exciting. A young lady came up to Jack and looked him squarely in the eye. "Your face look so beautiful" she squealed. "Can I touch it?"  She immediately cupped Jack's face in her hands. "Beautiful and so soft. Not like other man" she smiled.

Jack rubbed his face, looked her in the eye, and said "You're right love. It's my new shaving soap. Smooth as a baby's bum isn't it"  Later that night, Jack stumbled back to the ship with Cadwgawn nowhere in sight. He went to check Cadwgawn's bunk, and all that he found was the shaving soap recipe and a gleaming safety razor. Jack thought nothing of it. He'd see Cadwgawn in the morning no doubt. Sadly, that night was the last time Jack ever saw Cadwgawn. The ship had set sail and was making it's way to Bangkok.

BANGKOK.
The captain of the ship saw Jack disembark once they'd unloaded their cargo. As the legend goes, Jack made his way into town and quickly fell in love. In love with the city, the people, the aromas, and the tempo. It was a happy place. Jack too didn't make it back to the ship. Following Cadwgawn's example, he simply disappeared. He'd finally found a home. Some say he made his way up to Chiang Mai and settled there in later years, but not too much is known. The only thing known for certain is Cadwgawn's shaving soap recipe survived the journey.

In 2015, at the foot of a bar stool in Khao San Road, a small brown leather bag was found. The bag was old, and obviously well traveled. No one knows who left it there. No one knows why. But in it were three items. A diary titled "Jack Jarvis - A Proud Man Of Siam." The last entry was made in 1972. It was old and worn. Times and dates were patchy and it was missing some pages.  A double-edged safety razor. Well used, obviously a classic vintage razor. And lastly, Cadwgawn's shaving soap recipe. On old paper, antique and fragile simply signed "Jack Jarvis"

[İsmetaltan]

@Soner hocam ellerinize saglik, bravo benim cok merakim yok sabun konusunda ama okudukca imreniyorum.

[tarkaner]

İngilizcesi iyi olanlar için, hikayenin İngilizce hali aşağıda.

Rumour has it that Jack had his first shave when he eight years old. Jackson Jarvis was born in the Australian outback in 1932 when men were men and sheep were scared. There was a very good reason for that.  As a youngster, Jack would sit on an oak tree barrel and watch his grandpa soap up his face and drag a rusty old knife across his chin. Guided by a steady hand and a 3-inch mirror. Times were tough and money was short. "Now that's how ya' shave son." grandpa would yell out in delight. He'd always do a little dance when he'd finished.

Jack was brought up by his grandpa. Times were tough but men were tougher. Jack's grandpa's name was Jack, and Jack's great grandpa's name was Jack. They said the name was easy to remember and easy to spell. Young Jack would watch in amazement every morning as his grandpa would lather up the soap and drag that rusty old knife across his face, always ending with the same exclamation. "Now that's how ya' shave son."  Even then as a youngster, Jack knew there had to be a better way.

JACKS JOURNEY BEGAN.
Young Jack moved to Sydney in 1950 in search of fame and fortune. He looked hard but didn't find it. Then in 1952 at 20 years of age, Jack's luck changed. He was offered a job on a cargo ship heading for Europe. The job of a lifetime. Sailing the high seas. Visiting new worlds, new frontiers, exotic adventures to be had. Living the life as they say. On route to London, first port Singapore, second port Bangkok. Three days out of Singapore Jack knew that he had to have a shave. He looked like a beast.  Alas, he had a rusty knife, but no shaving soap to be found.

Jack had become friendly with a crew member from Wales. His name was Cadwgawn. They had a lot of things in common. "Cadwgawn Dawfdd" he would say proudly. And his grandpa's name? Also Cadwgawn Dawfdd. He said his grandpa told him if the police are ever looking for him, it's a hard name to remember, and a hard name to spell. It all made good sense. Cadwgawn also liked to shave like his grandpa did. And as luck would have it, Cadwgawn had a shaving soap recipe handed down from his great grandpa's grandpa.

IT WAS TIME TO MAKE SOME SOAP.
Jack and Cadwgawn made their way to the galley. They both needed a shave before they docked in Singapore. For sure there would be ladies to impress. It was time to make up a batch of shaving soap. Cadwgawn always carried the ingredients in his kit bag should times like this arise. Cadwgawn carefully read out the instructions as Jack carefully measured out the ingredients. Exotic oils and oil blends that filled the galley with a beautiful aroma. Exotic, mysterious, delightful ingredients. They poured a batch.

At around 6 pm, three hours before docking in Singapore both Jack and Cadwgawn decided it was time to shave. They lathered up a shaving brush, and the lather was creamy and abundant. Unlike anything Jack had used before.  Jack pulled out his grandpas' rusty old knife and proceeded to shave. Cadwgawn was horrified. "Jack. You're supposed to use a safety razor" he cried. With that, Cadwgawn left the room, only to return minutes later with a spare razor he had in his kit. "Here you go" as he passed it to Jack. It was the best shave Jack had ever had.

SINGAPORE.
Jack and Cadwgawn disembarked in Singapore with 8 hours to play up. They found themselves sitting in a bar in downtown Changi Road. True sailors as they were there was rum to be drunk, dancing to be done, and romance to be found. It was the most exotic location Jack had ever seen. It was hot, it was humid and it was exciting. A young lady came up to Jack and looked him squarely in the eye. "Your face look so beautiful" she squealed. "Can I touch it?"  She immediately cupped Jack's face in her hands. "Beautiful and so soft. Not like other man" she smiled.

Jack rubbed his face, looked her in the eye, and said "You're right love. It's my new shaving soap. Smooth as a baby's bum isn't it"  Later that night, Jack stumbled back to the ship with Cadwgawn nowhere in sight. He went to check Cadwgawn's bunk, and all that he found was the shaving soap recipe and a gleaming safety razor. Jack thought nothing of it. He'd see Cadwgawn in the morning no doubt. Sadly, that night was the last time Jack ever saw Cadwgawn. The ship had set sail and was making it's way to Bangkok.

BANGKOK.
The captain of the ship saw Jack disembark once they'd unloaded their cargo. As the legend goes, Jack made his way into town and quickly fell in love. In love with the city, the people, the aromas, and the tempo. It was a happy place. Jack too didn't make it back to the ship. Following Cadwgawn's example, he simply disappeared. He'd finally found a home. Some say he made his way up to Chiang Mai and settled there in later years, but not too much is known. The only thing known for certain is Cadwgawn's shaving soap recipe survived the journey.

In 2015, at the foot of a bar stool in Khao San Road, a small brown leather bag was found. The bag was old, and obviously well traveled. No one knows who left it there. No one knows why. But in it were three items. A diary titled "Jack Jarvis - A Proud Man Of Siam." The last entry was made in 1972. It was old and worn. Times and dates were patchy and it was missing some pages.  A double-edged safety razor. Well used, obviously a classic vintage razor. And lastly, Cadwgawn's shaving soap recipe. On old paper, antique and fragile simply signed "Jack Jarvis"

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[Soner]

İsmet kardeşim, Tarkan abim, rica ederim. Bu hikayeyi okurken, eskiden gemicilerin öyle kafasına estiğinde, istedikleri ülkede, gemiden ayrıldıklarını öğrenmiş olduk.
Günümüzde durum nasıl bilemiyorum, fakat bu hikaye bana İdris ustayı hatırlattı. İdris usta gemide çalışırken USA ya kaçak olarak giriyor. Merak edenler Youtube da İdrisustaUSA kanalını izleyebilirler. Kendisi bildiğim kadarı ile Rize li, bir ABD hanımla evlenmiş şuan ve oradaki maceralarını anlatıyor.

[Cem.O44]

Çok başarılı inceleme,çok keyifli bir yazı.Adeta betimleyerek hissettim sanki sabunu kendim bulmuşum gibi sevindim. hikayesi olan güzel bir sabunmuş,keşke ulaşımıda kolay olsaydı.

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