A “Mixed Bag” of News

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I wish to open with three quotes and hope you will realize why I chose

each particular one by the end of this post.

The first is from an author, Upton Sinclair, of “The Jungle.”

I was required to read his book in high school. His observations about

factories, harsh conditions for immigrants and the meat packing industry

particularly, will be ones that haunt you forever.

As so many of life’s serious subjects often do, please read his quote:

~ One ~

“I aimed at the public’s heart

and by accident,

I hit in the stomach.”

Duke Ellington may need no introduction, but I hope this positive man

and his music may brighten your days. These words are from a truly great

musician:

~ Two ~

“Roaming through the jungle of “Ooh’s” and “Ah’s”

searching for a more agreeable noise. . .

I live in a life of primitivity with the mind of a child

and an unquenchable thirst for sharps and flats.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson is one of my favorite poets:

~ Three ~

“What lies behind us

and what lies before us,

are small matters

compared to what lies

within us.”

This week has passed by so quickly and filled with busy moments. Some loose

ends and threads to fill you in on and news updates, too.

I have been sad for the week due to two brothers going out into a park water

;stream where there is a dam with a small waterfall. The prayers and hopes

for finding them since last weekend were dashed to the ground.

This is about 18 year old Joseph and 20 year old Anthony Welch. I cannot

imagine living after two of my children died over one accidental situation.

They were wading in the Doderidge Dam area in Central Ohio. The stream

above the dam seems placid, although high water. The Welch parents and

friends of the family would appreciate if you held them in your thoughts and

prayers.

I was very happy though about the sisters found not too long ago, out West.

Experienced hikers and campers did not mean they were able to fully find

their own way. Thank goodness, this news story had a happy ending.

Last weekend, my oldest daughter, Carrie, and my good friend, Anna and

I went to see a great but sometimes raunchy movie, “Train Wreck.” This

one held our attention with funny and unique lines, a rather emotional

beginning and parts of the middle. I like when my humor has some “plot”

and character development. Amy Schumer should win Best Comedy Actress

awards. Somewhere in the nearly beginning, we were ‘rooting’ for her to

figure out her life. We became immersed in her dramatic dismal choices in

men and were concerned about her work setting, too. She had the ‘brains,

we felt as we discussed this later on, but needed the “know-how.” Her

relationship with her sister comes into play, as well as her father who was

a “jerk” even from the first scene, but underneath it all, you find some kind

of resolution and hope for him. I will say, “Take tissues,” as there were a few

women and one man I saw wiping their faces. What? You mean there was

“pathos” with the comedy? You “bet ‘cha!”

Unfortunately, there has been a major catastrophe with the recent shooting

and 3 deaths from a sad, confused man killing others at “Train Wreck,” then

turning the gun against himself. Two audience members were killed, while 9

others were wounded. The gunman shot himself in Lafayette, Louisiana.

I hope this will not hurt the victims’ families, while I cheerily give you a movie

review.

Sincerely sorry for the families of people who were shot and killed in this

bizarre twist of fate. Going to see a comedy and unexpectedly getting shot

at is not going to bode well for movie goers and the overall, cinema business.

On the lighter side of my personal life, . . .

Tuesday went with youngest daughter to a grown up woman, who had Felicia

in her wedding, who once upon a time years ago, lived across the street from

us. I have often talked in other places of Megan and Holly, sisters who were

asking us what we were having for dinner, so they could come over and eat

my delicious spaghetti. I even took a photograph of the two girls, way back

then. Fast forward, the woman is a teacher, expecting her second child. She

had what is becoming popular in our “neck of the woods,” probably since we

are in Ohio, this has been prevalent for some time now. (Laugh out loud,

I know Ohio in not a trend setter nor on the “cutting edge!”)

Anyway, she had a big box, with Question Marks and Polka Dots on it,

in pink, blue, brown, black and white. The first child, Jaxon, came over to

see the box when Mommy had others gathered around, while hubby was

trying to “hang back” and not get into pictures. He is a great guy but not

crazy about pictures. The box was opened and out floated with an ‘anchor’

weight, three pink balloons! I felt this was my best moment ever this week,

until I got to Thursday. . .

Thursday, we were told it would be a 12.2 hours day, doing the math

calculations, taking high demands for automobile parts to be shipped

off in hampers. I was in a little “easier” location with only three hampers

to push forward and then, three hampers to push back. I like this as the

buttons line up and ‘say’ Pick 2 A or Pick 45 B, while when I have six of

these bins to fill, in certain areas, the lights may say Pick A, B, C, D, E

or F and once you push the first bin it lights up and says another of the

SIX selections. Don’t worry if you aren’t following this, the point was I felt

I was in a fantastic area for Monday through Wednesday and then the

facts came up at Morning Meeting, while we “exercise” and “limber up.”

I had to text my oldest daughter that I would probably miss Skyler’s first

game in the Championship Series for ages 8-10 year olds. I was sad.

When I approached my boss, Katrina, I was joking but she took it a little

bit badly, “I better not miss another of Skyler’s home runs today!”

Anyway, by lunch time we had recruited people from Cycle Count and

Receiving so we were promised closer to our regular 9 to 10 hour day.

I made it to the game with a little time to spare!

Skyler was a little “psyched out” over it being an important game and all.

He was used to last year and the year before, losing almost all the games.

This was a whole different group of young boys, who were really good in

their hitting, catching, running and throwing.

So, imagine my Delight and Excitement to see Skyler catch a ball that was

heading out into the Outfield, jumping up and then rather dramatically going

down into the grass, landing on his back, holding his arm straight up with the

ball. NO question he has seen this done before but it was his VERY FIRST

TIME! I did not catch it on camera but have been debating whether to have

him “re-enact” it. The game’s win leads him to another game on Saturday.

Well, in my mixed bag describing the week,

There was sincere sorrow,

There were great outbursts of laughter contagious in a movie theater,

There were gunshots rung out,

There was water pulling two lives under,

There were deaths,

There were injuries and pain,

There were balloons indicating a pink, brand new baby on the way.

There will be blue balloons popping up any day now for my family’s

newest addition of a precious baby boy.

Trista is in “labor” my daughter in law, son’s wife, and dilated to

3 centimeters. Baby Boy Hendrix on the way soon. . .

His nursery room is in a Jungle Theme.

This may be a stretch to say this and in no means

A thoughtless message,

But Life is a Jungle out there,

Please be careful

and

Stay safe,

Until we meet again.

Thursday Doors ~ July 23, 2015

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Norm Framptons’s “Thurdays Doors” is Amazing.

It is an extraordinary weekly extravaganza event.

The door fever is Catching and Spreading like Wildfire!

Here you may find Norm Frampton’s blog AKA (Norm 2.0):

http://miscellaneousmusingsofamiddleagedmind.wordpress.com

You may find Norm’s First Ever post with a beautiful set

of double doors, located on his post,

September 4, 2014.

It is an exotic set of golden peacock doors,

Found at the Palmer House in Chicago, Illinois.

They lead the visitor into the Lobby,

With an intricate design made of

Hand-wrought brass-colored gold

of Two Peacocks.

His inspiration for starting to post about Doors came

from a woman called, “That Montreal Girl.”

Norm has given me permission, possibly temporary,

so I will “go with it,” and post a Thursday’s edition of Doors.

Now I realize I mention music so often you may expect me

to be talking about The Doors.

Nope, switch gears entirely.

No music today.

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>>>>>>”Double Doors Open”<<<<<<

Just words to paint pictures

of a specific set of double doors.

Today, since Norm let me do this,

I am going to describe a double door.

It has some personal “history” attached .

Picture a long flat, one-story brick

School Building

from the 60’s.

The bricks are red,

there are tall trees on both sides

of a middle sidewalk,

leading to the two brown metal doors.

They have those handles on the inside,

where kids can just “pump” or push bar down

to Open and Flee.

There are bushes trimmed into tight balls

evenly spaced along the front of the building.

Picture long windows that open out,

like glass shelves.

Even though this is a story about a door,

it is also about two generations

elementary school children

in one nuclear family,

attending and walking home

five days a week

from this building.

As in all elementary schools

these days,

if you are late you must “buzz”

or “ring” the front door.

The ability to get inside is slowed down

since our world has changed since 1986.

When a first grader attended this school.

On the inside and outside of said school,

there are large decals or red circles with a

slash line through a hand gun.

No hand guns allowed.

People must be allowed in,

once school day begins.

A precautionary process

which is very important

for children’s safety.

One must produce a valid

Driver’s License.

Secretary find’s student’s file,

now produced to check and verify

“Release Form”

permission to enter,

signing in finally to visit a classroom.

The usual process is to remain in office

until someone is available to escort you to the

classroom.

I am very happy my children and grandsons

Attending this school.

My second grandson is

going into first grade.

He was lucky enough to see his older brother

from time to time at assemblies,

extended recesses or school wide

Olympics or “Field Events”

out in the grass behind the school.

Here are details of the two doors

which bring tears to my eyes.

It was the best place

for oldest daughter, middle son and “baby” girl.

Son and youngest daughter attended Kindergarten

through Fifth Grade.

Memories of each child and all they accomplished and who

they became friends with and teachers lessons wash over me.

It seems like yesterday when I brought my oldest daughter to

this set of double doors. She was very reluctant, not sure at all

of being “new girl” when she had only finished Kindergarten in

Lancaster and was uprooted with siblings to live in unknown town.

We think the doors were painted grey in those days, but this is all

somewhat speculation. She had two boys in this school now.

Her brother’s children attend another of five schools in Delaware, Ohio.

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Grandson approaches the door from the inside

with his Fourth Grade Class.

Neatly lined up behind the door,

Single File.

Principal and Guidance Counselor

standing inside of each door.

While waiting outside, you hear parents

exclaiming this is their last child to

pass through these doors,

heading to Willis Middle School.

There are others who say it is their

middle or first child

who is walking through the doors

In just a moment.

There is an air of expectancy.

There is a tear running down my cheek.

Last year my son’s stepdaughter “graduated”

4th grade held a ceremony,

the kids wore “caps” and

Each ate piece of first Graduation Cake.

They had had a mayor visit.

The elementary school on other side of town is sedate,

not as likely to pursue grandiose gestures.

We are smiling as we make lines

across the double wide sidewalk.

My eyes are still misty typing this.

We are simply going to

“Clap the Fourth Graders Out.”

The doors are opened,

children were told to

“Walk slowly”

“Don’t rush out”

Those with cameras or

cell phones capture this moment.

I am here to “Clap!’

I am here to Celebrate.

The doors swing closed.

I hang back.

Skyler’s Daddy and Mommy

brother Micah hugging Skyler.

Daddy filmed the “clap out.”

I am content to get hugs later,

Tell him congratulations,

after a minute.

Studying the door,

There is red brick on

each side

of the door.

There is a small awning which covers the double doors.

The small cement porch may fit about ten little kids under the roof.

The porch may fit 4-5 adults waiting to be buzzed into the school

and on to the office to go through security procedures.

This door is nearly the “Best Door” I may ever gaze at.

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You see, I chose this town knowing nobody, came here and made a life.

Found friends everywhere, churches, historical society, Master Gardeners,

(not a member but a viewer annually of their gardens), American Association

of University Women and Lion’s Club (the women’s version.)

I became a member of several church committees, organized an ecumenical

Peace Camp and designed the t-shirt, was past president of  one organization,

drew historical homes for 8 home tours, all the churches and the Arts Castle.

We made a life here.

Two of three children “settled” here.

It began just two blocks away from these doors.

David Smith Elementary School, where we registered Carrie in 1986.

I substituted behind this set of double doors and knew the Principal for

all 3 of my kids. I know the Guidance Counselor, too.

Not too bad as single mom of 3 kids: 6 months old, 4 and 6.

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. . . In Your Life . . .

Which door would you say meant the most?

What was your elementary school like?

What is your life changing door?

Your Present Home?

Your Family Home?

Friend’s House?

Church?

School?

I hope to encourage Thursday Door posts,

Find an interesting door, no need to write much

unless you are interested in telling details or history

then mention Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors.

Go to his blog, add your link to comments section.

Thanks for letting me break the rules, Norm.

If you have not visited many doors posts,

you can look up on Norm’s blog

and you will see links to posts

every Thursday.

Aside

“If you are fortunate enough to have your own children, continue to appreciate

their wisdom.

If not, put away your newspaper the next time you are sitting on a park bench

and tune in to the conversation in the sandbox.”

~Cynthia Copeland Lewis

I have had a book which is like the size of a bathroom book since 1994.

This is one where you may pick it up and read a few pages out of hundreds

of random sayings about children.

The book written by Cynthia Copeland Lewis is called,

“Really Important Stuff My Kids Have Taught Me.”

The book is in yellow, purple, black and white.

There are a few little drawings but scattered thoughts on each page.

No numbers on pages, a fun book!

At first I thought about making this list of about Ten Things found in the book.

But, alas, for readers and my lazy typing fingers,

I found Twenty Things to Share with You, dear friends.

I gathered thoughts into “categories” so you may feel I did some work today.

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RELATIONSHIPS:

1. “One thing you can’t pretend to be is funny.”

2. “To make a see-saw work, you have to take turns being down.”

3. “There ARE names that hurt more than sticks and stones.”

4. “Save a place in line for your friends.”

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KIDS’ LOGIC:

1. “It’s possible to feel full when it comes to more vegetables,

but not full when it comes to a piece of cake.”

(My logic, too. Thanks for putting this so succinctly, Cynthia C. Lewis!)

2. “Pants are better with pockets.”

3. “Ask ‘why?’ until you understand.”

4. “It doesn’t count if your swing is going the highest if you’re getting pushed.”

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OBSERVATIONS:

1. “The harder the wind blows, the higher your kite will fly.”

(Oh, so true about life and its obstacles! ~R.C.)

2. “Three hops get you as far as a leap.”

3. “Nobody likes a tattletale.”

4. “All people look silly when they yawn.”

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SILLY STUFF WITH MEANINGS:

1. “Don’t say ‘The last one there is a rotten egg,’

unless you are absolutely sure there’s a slow kid

behind you.”

2. “Even if you make a really nice place for it to live,

with grass and dirt and a few rocks and sticks,

the caterpillar will still spend all of its time trying to

get out of the jar.”

3. “If splashing in puddles means you have to wear

wet shoes for the rest of the day, sometimes it’s worth it.”

4. “Before you climb the tree, make sure your mother is

close enough to hear you holler, if you need help on the way down.”

(In my personal experience with two brothers, I made sure one was

capable of running and rounding up the babysitter or Mom.~ R.C.)

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LIFE LESSONS:

1. “Climbing the hill is more fun than standing on top.”

2. “Rolling down the hill after climbing up the hill, is even better!”

(My addition to Cynthia’s suggestion. ~ R.C.)

3. “Home sick is the worst kind of sick.”

4. “Pick up your little sister or brother when they fall down.”

(You will always feel better; also helps in the future of becoming friends. ~ R.C.)

Childhood memories are always a subject near to my heart.

We all have them, we may have learned something from an

“incident” which merits sharing.

If you have one you would not mind letting us know about,

please add them in the comments section.

*I learned that a little bit of Ivory Dish Soap with a sponge on

bathroom tile walls, will guarantee DELAYED arrival of Christmas

presents with my name on the tag for ONE WHOLE DAY! (Age 5.)*

“So, you BETTER WATCH OUT. . .

Santa really does know whether you are bad or good!” ~R.C.

If you prefer not to expose any mistakes which turned into lessons,

let me know which of the list made an impact or gave you a chuckle.

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Wisdom of the Sandbox

Summertime Serenade

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This poem was written last summer

to celebrate the 2014 season.

It will be my “encore” serenade to you.

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Let’s hear it for Summer, 2015!

If you are in another season…

Hope it is a wonderful time for you.

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Summertime Serenade

by Robin Oldrieve Cochran

Shimmering sun shines through haze,

“Shoo!” to flies, bugs and mosquitoes.

“Sh-h-h” – settling down – naptime now.

Silent respite, serene moments.

Sensation of peace surrounding home.

Skinny-dipping, slippery babies,

Slide smoothly into cool water.

Swing soars high into the sky,

Shoes kicked off, sandals flipped. . .

Splashing sounds, as hands release!

Sprinklers shifting, swishing rhythmically,

Sprays of warm water change.

Shivering, cold droplets follow: “Br-r-r!”

Soaking grateful kids, dogs and grass.

(Cats hiss!)

Shrieks ring out:  joy and sheer delight.

Sensational salads whet appetites.

Sliced fresh vegetable from garden,

Savory spices of basil with sprigs of parsley,

Soaked with slippery vinaigrette dressing poured,

Sizzling barbecue aromas, family gathering,

Should I bring something?

. . . Satisfaction!

June 28, 2014

Air Supply

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While this is not my usual wordplay,

I wish to engage in some thoughts

Considering our quality of air we breathe.

We were talking about our warehouse air,

Sometimes it is nice and brisk and clear.

This would be around the shipping docks,

Bright and early morning.

Mid-morning has broken,

Cool air shifts and brings

Waves of muggy,

Humid, hot “windless” air.

It is dusty and dirty,

Sometimes you see hanging particles,

Actually view cardboard dust,

Dirt from vehicles, hampers and boxes.

Blessed to have our jobs,

Not complaining as we feel it,

“Could be worse:”

Think about sitting as a lifeguard,

Breathing in chlorine wafting off the pool.

Think about the mothers in past lives,

Sweeping and trying to keep dust managed,

Where their floors were made of dirt.

Picture men trudging early darkened morn’s,

Boarding carts traveling underground,

To coal mines deep, black as midnight.

Picture the history of slavery,

Present long days of migrant workers,

Working under hot, bright sunlight with

Little shade to protect them from heat.

Sticky, hot and nauseating.

Imagine gym locker room showers,

Closed in radio stations,

Office building cubicles,

Stagnant, stale air.

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Switch gears and thoughts now:

Coworkers list special work areas,

Ones we can all agree upon as

Shining, glowing examples of

Where we would not mind breathing

Deeply, sighing in relief.

Air conditioned theaters,

Buttered popcorn scented cold air,

Concessionaire or ticket seller heaven.

Tall pines, rushing waterfalls,

Cool mountain streams,

Winding paths through

Natural wonders,

Park Ranger

Forest Ranger

Outdoor Adventures.

Bread, pastries, homemade buns

Frosting and cinnamon,

Aromas wafting upon the air,

Door opening to customers of

Ye Olde Bakery Shoppe.

Chocolate, maple and vanilla,

Candies sitting delicately in

Brown crinkled edged cups.

Pulled, chewy salt water taffy,

Colorful candies wrapped in wax paper,

Delicious aromatic air.

To be a confectionary clerk

In a Sweets Shoppe,

What a wonderful position indeed.

Written by Robin Oldrieve Cochran

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Switch your thoughts now:

What is your picture of a wonderful

Air supply?

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The carbon monoxide detector went off,

Freaking out poor kitties for hours,

(I was away for the weekend day)

Shrilly sounding its alarm:

^^^ “Bee-eep!” ^^^ “Bee-eep!” ^^^

Upon arrival found one throw up incident.

Other kitty left more foul evidence of distress.

Long Distance call Verizon to Verizon,

From cats’ parents from afar~

Having reached the Badlands

Viewed the Awesome Sight of

Presidents at Mount Rushmore,

“Won’t be long,”

I told dear kitties,

“Till Mommy and Daddy will be home!”

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I cannot resist mentioning

Air Supply,

(1982)

Greatest Hits,

Australian Pop Musical Group.

“Every Woman in the World”

“Even the Nights Are Better”

“Sweet Dreams”

“Here I Am”

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Side by Side

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Tayla and Kira are sisters in crime,

They are both calico in design.

 

Books are knocked off coffee tables,

Plants are sent into upheaval.

 

The two cats have different personalities.

 

One is outgoing and wishes to be petted,

While the other is often wanting to be fed.

 

In other words,

the second cat

will imply by her

attitude~

 

“Since I wish to

have dinner,

I will allow myself

to be petted . . .

If you must.”

 

There are times their owners use water pistols,

Instead of saying repeatedly the word, “NO!”

 

They hope to dispel ‘bad’ behaviors,

But often they are ignored.

 

The funniest part of this story to me is . . .

When my close friend,

the kitties’ Mommy,

is being ‘bossy’

to her mate,

 

Her dear husband,

the kitties’ Daddy,

squirts her

while saying,

“Bad Kitty!”

 

Written by Robin O. Cochran

 

 

Tayla is a mainly brown, gray and white calico cat.

Kira is a mostly white with brown, tan and gray patterns

on her. This includes one that looks like a butterfly tattoo.

 

My friends, Jenny and Dave,

were the subject of a love story post,

“Love Found in a Video Store.”

 

I’m the one who discovered him

and ‘match made’ the two,

back in 1993.

 

It is 22 years since they met;

21  years since they married.

 

**Inspired by my friend, Luanne Castle’s post written

about visiting an animal shelter with her husband.

While there, they played with the kitties and walked

dogs, too.  I admired how she gave us a serious

reminder of one of the other activities that goes on

there. She mentioned pit bulls and other breeds,

including chihuahuas,  are often put down first.

This was to remind us of what happens when they

are not adopted and which breeds are chosen first.

Luanne has been having a hard time lately due to recent serious losses in her life.
Maybe we can go visit her and shower her with good wishes and hopes for her cat (Pear Blossom) and daughter’s cat (Isabella Rose) to be better.
You may wish to order Luanne Castle’s fine collection of poetry, “Doll God.”

You may be interested in reading her other creative

stories, poetry with meaningful, intriguing subjects:

http://writersite.org

Sunday’s Spirit Day

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I found a few different things which may bring you some news,

pique your interest or you may simply wish to skip my message

today. I went to church almost my whole life, excluding the past

few years, more inconsistent than before. The faith I have is

deep and abiding, keeps me warm and close in Spirit to Whom

I believe in. If you would like to share how you feel on this day,

please use the comments section and know we are welcoming

and caring about what you have to say.

~ Facts about Elizabeth from the Bible ~

Did you know that Elizabeth is the name of John the Baptist’s

mother? It is my middle name and this always made it special to

me in my mind. Elizabeth was older, so when an angel came to

announce she was to have a special son, one who would be a

friend to the Son of God, this must have shocked her. Her son

was named, John the Baptist.

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~ St. Anne celebrated on July 26th ~

Patron Saint of

All who honor

Grandmothers

Did you know that Anne (or Ann) was the grandmother of Jesus?

I did not know this tidbit and wished to share a short quotation from

a church bulletin about St. Anne:

“Though never mentioned in the Bible, St. Anne (or Ann) is traditionally

known as mother of Mary and grandmother of Jesus. Her name comes

from the Hebrew word, “Hannah.” Hannah means “Grace.” Legend

holds that she believed herself barren until finally, after 20 years of

marriage, she gave birth to the baby known as Jesus’ mother. As the

story goes, Anne later had two more daughters, Mary Cleopas and Mary

Salome, each of whom gave birth to boys who came to be followers of

their cousin, Jesus: James the Younger and James the Elder, Simon,

Jude and John the Evangelist.

Statues and pictures of Anne often show her teaching Mary to read.

Others show her with both her oldest daughter and her grandson,

Jesus. Commemorated on July 26, Anne is considered the patron

saint of grandmothers. In some parts of the world, Roman Catholics

consider her their grandmother, too.”

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~ Explaining Freedom and God’s part in some people’s beliefs ~

“Our status of dominion (over creation)

derives from God’s delegate authority.

We do not exist as autonomous

persons at liberty to do as we please.

Our privilege of dominion

does not mean

freedom from God;

it means

freedom under God.

Our commission to be sub-rulers

under God carries with it enormous

responsibilities. . .

He intends for us to rise above

the rest of the created order

and to participate rationally

and responsibly in His divine purposes.”

~Taken from the book,

“Christ Can Make You Fully Human,”

by Kenneth Cain Kinghorn ~

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~ My church’s heritage ~

Many churches take on having ‘Sister Churches’ and my First Presbyterian

Church of Delaware, Ohio has had a long time connection to the Korean

church. We had a minister, Dr. Horace Allen, who traveled there to Korea,

who wrote back in a letter home:

“It is pleasant to think my name is carved all over Korea in an indelible

manner.” (June 4, 1905).

We celebrate every spring with dogwood branches in the church, on

the front altar and along the aisles. I was part of a group of women who

wished to make a banner to celebrate the 100th anniversary in 2005.

I designed a branch made of brown silk, five satin dogwood flowers,

along with the words they chose to mention our being united in Spirit

with Korea. The banner was about five feet tall and had white fringe. It

was made of a heavy, deep purple velveteen fabric. I liked helping with

the ladies who would meet at “Circle” groups, ten years ago. I enjoyed

joining them at their quilting meetings, too. We would take turns making

cookies, brownies, cake or pies, bringing them to share at other’s homes.

~ Do you have a special group which meets and talks about church,

faith, interests in the community or other “spirited” subjects?

(Okay, I realize this may open up the subject of taverns, ales and liquor.)

In the newsletter (“The Spire”) the church was showing in photographs

taken in June, 2015, our parishioner children with pinwheels, long ribbons

on paint stirrers, waving for the Korean 110th anniversary celebrating of

our everlasting bond with Korea.

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~ Have you thought of the Earth today? ~

~ Do you have plans to preserve it and wish to let us know? ~

I feel that faith is limitless and knows no boundaries.

It goes beyond the

walls of our homes,

our churches or

our neighborhoods.

I was happy to hear our church

has chosen to eliminate

plastic water bottles.

I read recently Mark B. was talking about not needing to drink from bottled

water. He simply orders iced water from restaurants, expecting “tap water”

over ice. I like to order from the bar, tonic water with a slice of lime. This is

my newest light summer drink which usually doesn’t cost a cent but tastes

good, feels fizzy and it is still ecological.

~ 1st Presbyterian is going into action with an “Earth Care” goal ~

“No more plastic water bottles in our church and our homes.”

This is why you may consider taking up the challenge:

“40 billion plastic bottles are produced each year in the United States.

Two-thirds of them end in landfills. (I am glad you are recycling plastic

bottles, all those in the 1/3 who are!)

Plastic is believed to take 500 years to decompose. Plastic bottles are

made from oil- – a fossil fuel that will one day run out. Plastic recycling

saves energy, resources and helps protect our environment.

Recycling just one plastic bottle saves enough energy to power a

60 watt lightbulb for six hours.”

Here is an already useful use of “R’s” to remember why we must try to

end the cycle, not even needing to recycle:

~~** REDUCE **~~ REUSE **~~ RECYCLE **~~ RECOVER **~~

If we all start utilizing a reusable thermos, insulated plastic or glass

containers or cups think of how much money we would save, along

with not having the products sometimes end up in landfills. I have a

plastic pitcher in my refrigerator of water from the tap. The grandkids

pour water in their own cups using my three step-step stool. I like them

to hold the pitcher while their cup is in the sink. You can develop your

own system. . . Share if you already have a great way to help children

to incorporate drinking tap water or if you have any other recycling ideas.

If you have a pitcher like I do with a twisting lid, you can teach them to

easily turn it to open up and pour. I like the way they feel so independent

doing this easy task. Even 4 year old Kyah likes doing this.

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The Moon and the Stars

July 20th.

“Communing with God”

“After Apollo 11 landed on the moon, July 20, 1969, pilot Buzz Aldrin

requested via radio that people pause to give thanks for the achievement

in their own way.

When his broadcast ended, Aldrin read a verse from the Gospel of John

and took communion, which his church had sent to Space with him.

He said this in an emotional response,

‘It was interesting for me to think: the very first liquid ever poured on the

moon, and the very first food eaten there, were the communion elements.’

The astronaut, Buzz Aldrin continued, ‘At the time, I could think of no better

way to acknowledge the enormity of the Apollo 11 experience than by giving

thanks to God.'”

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A Higher Being

Gratitude

Earth

Water

Moon

Communion

Thankfulness

Hope you have a heavenly day!