There’s a land that is fairer than day, And by faith we can see it afar; For the Father waits over the way, To prepare us a dwelling place there. In the sweet by and by, We shall meet on that beautiful shore; In the sweet by and by, We shall meet on that beautiful
June 6, 1944– Tonight’s communiqué just in from D-Day invasion headquarters summarizes the news. “Allied forces,” it says, “have succeeded in their initial landings in France; and fighting continues.” Lowell Thomas was the Walter Cronkite of radio. Beginning in 1930, he broadcast twice each evening on CBS radio. It was said that his voice had
I posted the following on October 2, 2013. Reposting it in its entirety (though reformatted) for the Memorial Day weekend, 2019. Ernie Pyle was an American journalist and war correspondent. A quick perusal of Brave Men confirms that he wrote from the perspective of the common soldier. A few snippets from Chapter 35, “A Last Word”: This final
The religious value of such a picture lies in its power to revive personal memories. Death is one of the most solemn realities in the world; it is the door by which one passes from the seen and temporal into the more immediate consciousness of things unseen and eternal. Commentary on Decent from the Cross
There’s a blog I read religiously, American Digest. A little of this, a little of that. Poetry, music, stories, personal history, thoughts on current and past events, occasional Monty Python. It’s smartly written by Gerard Van der Leun, edited by Olive. Gerard’s mom, who is 104 and looks fabulous in red, is not well. If
A few days ago, Mr. Big Food came across a dead sheep in the Pond Pasture. It was not the first. A while ago, I saw buzzards going back & forth between the ground and the almost dead gum tree in the pond pasture. Upon further investigation, I discovered a dead sheep corpse lying between
This evening Mr. big food and I attended a funeral service for the sister of one of John’s colleagues. It’s not clear to me why funerals have been renamed “Memorial Services” but I knew one of the three songs and was able to sing along to the others. I had sympathy for the Preacher Man.
I feel compelled to tell the truth. I killed or mortally wounded something. Dumb shit. I did not see it.
Mrs. Stewart was the one who, years ago, called Daughter C and said, “I think I know where your lost dog is.” Mrs. Stewart is the lady who sold me a government controlled washing machine and was more than happy to exchange it for a Libertarian machine. She is survived by her mother, five children,
I did spend much of my day posting recipes… and I’m not finished! Of course, I did other things also. Mr. Big Food and I did our Sunday morning grocery shopping and had an experience that is destined to become one of the most memorable Piglet experiences ever. I started some cabbage, Brussels sprouts, and
since the Courthouse burnt to the ground. And good morning to you, too! UPDATED. The snow is gone and “they” are just getting around to alerting us to the fact that THERE IS DANGER! THERE IS ASBESTOS!! I could go back into the picture vault and show you how it took THEM a whole
Dictionary dot com (looked at right now by right clicking on the word “catharsis”) defines “catharsis” as “the process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions.” My 1962 Webster’s New School and Office Dictionary defines “catharsis” as ” a purgation or cleansing of any bodily part or organ.” Now. I know
Because sometimes you just must ask, “What the flock, Mon?” This evening we enjoyed a delightful dinner of Tropical Chicken, Lime Buttered Tortillas, Rice Verde, and Pineapple Salsa. Today a house in the village burnt down. The house is literally– and I do know what ‘literally’ literally means– is a block away from the new
Don’t you think it’s interesting to go back and read what people at certain points in time were saying about current events? Especially in light of the fact that we know the answer to “How’d that work out for you, dude?” Of course you do. From History as You Heard It by Lowell Thomas (1957)-
[I have no idea where that dot came from and no idea how to get rid of it. Sorry.] I am liking that font better than the one I used previously. How about you?
I bequeath my soul to God… My body to be buried obscurely. For my name and memory, I leave it to men’s charitable speeches, and to foreign nations, and the next age. From Bacon’s last will and testament
Spock: Our association has been most unusual and fascinating. I have… enjoyed it. Live long and prosper, Leonard. Nimoy: I think I’ve already done the former, Spock. And– in no small part thanks to you– I’ve certainly done the later. From I Am Spock by Leonard Nimoy (1995)
Where will There ever be A space So full As that Which is filled By our love? from These Words are for You by Leonard Nimoy
I am often sad after a Big Day at the Palmer Home Thrift Store. The Palmer Home Thrift store is my personal crappy old book store. Every time I buy a crappy old book for $0.50 at Palmer Home, I support the Palmer Home. You should, too. I’ve been crappy old book shopping at Palmer