The 2011 Trinity Foundation Essay Contest October 31, 2011
The 2011 Trinity Foundation Essay Contest book was "An Introduction to Christian Philosophy" by Dr. Gordon H. Clark. I got my paper in by the skin of my teeth in late August. And now I have the pleasure to announce...I WON THIRD PLACE!!! I'm quite pleased. Mama asked me, "Are you disappointed?" Not at all...I knew that wasn't a $3,000 paper. Anyway, from skimming the 1st and 2cd place winner's papers, it appears that my paper was the longest (even though they have edited them a bit on the website). At any rate, I have the longest paragraphs :) Maybe that's why I got third--I was too wordy. It was a hard paper to write...it took forever for it to start falling into place, so overall I am quite pleased with my third place winnings. I have picked out the five books I would like: Essays on Ethics and Politics by Clark, Imperious Presbyterianism by Kevin Reed, The Biblical Doctrine of Man by Clark, In Defense of Theology by Clark, and Sanctification by Clark. I just have to submit my 'wish list' now. (There was also a book by Dr. Gary Crampton called What Calvin Says, that I would have liked, but I can read Calvin so I don't really need a book to tell me what he said. (From the table of contents it looked kind of like what is in the 'Institutes'--which I have read.))
I am thrilled...I'm going to put my winnings into my film 'budget' which I have been accumulating over the summer and which is still tiny. I was hoping to win first so I could get a camera...but I didn't figure that I would get first, so I didn't get heartbroken:)
Cheerily,
I am thrilled...I'm going to put my winnings into my film 'budget' which I have been accumulating over the summer and which is still tiny. I was hoping to win first so I could get a camera...but I didn't figure that I would get first, so I didn't get heartbroken:)
Cheerily,
Racheal
Grandma and Garlic October 29, 2011
Actually, Grandma doesn't like garlic. She sometimes complains that I smell like garlic even when I haven't had any. I, on the other hand love garlic, so long as it isn't so hot it burns. Anyway, I did not title this post "Grandma and Garlic" in order to complain about Grandma's complaining about garlic. No, indeed...the title was intended to springboard me into a short run down of the main things I did today (so far).
First, after working Grandpa (he's been kind of stiff the last few days; the fact that he wears two shirts when it's cold doesn't help his movement any either) and coming in and having a nice cup of tea, I vacuumed Grandma's floor. It hasn't been done since the last time I did it sometime this summer.
By the time I got done with that it was lunch time and I was hungry (Grandma would say, "You're always hungry!" and she'd be right.) So I came in and grabbed the left overs out of the fridge (Mama and K were at town) and chopped up some mustard green stems to make a salad (it sound weird but it's pretty good). I also pulled the chicken (one of ours--those birds have really long legs) out of the crockpot and set the table. Then we three at home sat down and ate. About the time we finished Mama and K arrived home and they ate while we drank our coffee.
I was supposed to help Daddy move the chicken coop after lunch but K ended up doing that instead because Mom told me that I was going to drive her to the local Family Dollar. (I still need driving practice and don't get enough; but I don't think about it that much either.) Well, we stopped and got gas first. I didn't have any trouble getting the gas cap off this time...you see, a couple of days ago, Grandma asked me to go into town with her to fill up her car and I couldn't get the gas cap off. I was turning it the wrong way! I tried the other way (not hard enough I guess) and I couldn't get it off, so she called Daddy and he said "Turn it to the left." (You know the ol' ryhme "Rightsy-tightsy, lefty-loosy" right?) It worked when I actually seriously tried it. The moral off the story--pictorial instructions lie sometimes. Nevermind...
We planted garlic after arriving home again--no mishaps. We planted six more kinds of garlic in addition to the six or eight planted the other day. They were 'Silver White', 'Chesnok Red', 'Armenian', 'Music', 'Purple Glaze', and 'German White'. Gourmet garlic's all. We are trying to get into the gourmet garlic business at the Farmer's Markets...I think we will be able to sell it. I had one customer (she's a character--part Filipino, part Spanish) who totally wiped out my stock of wild garlic...and she kept asking "Where's my garlic?" The wild garlic was just small heads--the biggest maybe an inch in diameter. Sure is a pain to peel :)
It's about time for my nightly run about with Grandpa's eye drops so I'll quit...
First, after working Grandpa (he's been kind of stiff the last few days; the fact that he wears two shirts when it's cold doesn't help his movement any either) and coming in and having a nice cup of tea, I vacuumed Grandma's floor. It hasn't been done since the last time I did it sometime this summer.
By the time I got done with that it was lunch time and I was hungry (Grandma would say, "You're always hungry!" and she'd be right.) So I came in and grabbed the left overs out of the fridge (Mama and K were at town) and chopped up some mustard green stems to make a salad (it sound weird but it's pretty good). I also pulled the chicken (one of ours--those birds have really long legs) out of the crockpot and set the table. Then we three at home sat down and ate. About the time we finished Mama and K arrived home and they ate while we drank our coffee.
I was supposed to help Daddy move the chicken coop after lunch but K ended up doing that instead because Mom told me that I was going to drive her to the local Family Dollar. (I still need driving practice and don't get enough; but I don't think about it that much either.) Well, we stopped and got gas first. I didn't have any trouble getting the gas cap off this time...you see, a couple of days ago, Grandma asked me to go into town with her to fill up her car and I couldn't get the gas cap off. I was turning it the wrong way! I tried the other way (not hard enough I guess) and I couldn't get it off, so she called Daddy and he said "Turn it to the left." (You know the ol' ryhme "Rightsy-tightsy, lefty-loosy" right?) It worked when I actually seriously tried it. The moral off the story--pictorial instructions lie sometimes. Nevermind...
We planted garlic after arriving home again--no mishaps. We planted six more kinds of garlic in addition to the six or eight planted the other day. They were 'Silver White', 'Chesnok Red', 'Armenian', 'Music', 'Purple Glaze', and 'German White'. Gourmet garlic's all. We are trying to get into the gourmet garlic business at the Farmer's Markets...I think we will be able to sell it. I had one customer (she's a character--part Filipino, part Spanish) who totally wiped out my stock of wild garlic...and she kept asking "Where's my garlic?" The wild garlic was just small heads--the biggest maybe an inch in diameter. Sure is a pain to peel :)
It's about time for my nightly run about with Grandpa's eye drops so I'll quit...
Racheal
Garlic and Guitar October 28, 2011
While I write, Mama and Daddy are breaking up garlic heads in order to soak them so that they can be planted tomorrow. I was helping and then I stopped because I thought we were done :) Obviously not...
I practiced my guitar today. Big deal, right? Well, since I haven't played in over a week (maybe two), yes. I love playing and I just seem at times to have trouble getting around to it...I don't know why. Anyway, my hand (left one) was feeling REALLY stiff and I wondered if part of the problem, other than I hadn't played for a while, was that I had let my hand position get sloppy. So, I grabbed the camera and put it on the video setting and took a rather unflattering video of myself--the purpose was not to make a pro-sounding or looking video, all I wanted was to watch myself play. (I have difficulty playing while looking into a mirror...even if I have the piece memorized.) Turns out, my form was fine. Good. The funny part of the story is that almost as soon as I turned the camera on, my hand wasn't nearly as stiff. (Of course, it helped that I wasn't playing in the key of C any more either...I don't know why but the key of C seems to bother me in a way it didn't used to. ["Ahem, I believe that the answer is PRACTICE..."]) I played until my fingers got sore and then quit. I probably could have played longer. Sometimes if I keep going after my fingers get sore, they reach a point where they don't hurt--until I quit playing :) Go figure...
I practiced my guitar today. Big deal, right? Well, since I haven't played in over a week (maybe two), yes. I love playing and I just seem at times to have trouble getting around to it...I don't know why. Anyway, my hand (left one) was feeling REALLY stiff and I wondered if part of the problem, other than I hadn't played for a while, was that I had let my hand position get sloppy. So, I grabbed the camera and put it on the video setting and took a rather unflattering video of myself--the purpose was not to make a pro-sounding or looking video, all I wanted was to watch myself play. (I have difficulty playing while looking into a mirror...even if I have the piece memorized.) Turns out, my form was fine. Good. The funny part of the story is that almost as soon as I turned the camera on, my hand wasn't nearly as stiff. (Of course, it helped that I wasn't playing in the key of C any more either...I don't know why but the key of C seems to bother me in a way it didn't used to. ["Ahem, I believe that the answer is PRACTICE..."]) I played until my fingers got sore and then quit. I probably could have played longer. Sometimes if I keep going after my fingers get sore, they reach a point where they don't hurt--until I quit playing :) Go figure...
Racheal
Tomatoes and John Wayne October 27, 2011
This afternoon, I helped Mama process tomatoes. This entails scalding so that they slip there skins, peeling, removing a great deal of the seeds, and tossing them into a pot. Once in the pot, they are put on the stove to cook down. After they are cooked down they will be packed in jars and tossed (er, placed rather) into the Conservo to get their steam bath.
While working with the tomatoes we watched "McLintock" starring John Wayne (my favorite actor), Maureen O'Hara (one of my favorite actresses--she was georgeous!), Patrick Wayne (the Duke's second son), and Stephanie Powers. It also has a couple of other actors I recongize...but don't know their names. (The guy who plays Drago is the doctor in "Rio Grande" and "She Wore a Yellow Ribbon"; and the man who plays Bunny is Judge Roy Bean from the old TV show...how's that for helpful? Of course I could go look it up...) "McLintock" and "Rio Grande" are my favorite Duke movies.
"McLintock" is the story of a cattle baron who practically owns the town. His wife left him several year previous to the opening of the movie because she suspected him (wrongly) of messing around on her (you don't find this out til the climax). Their only daughter, Becky, is coming home from college and Mrs. McLintock wants Becky to travel with her. Mr. McLintock says, "No." From there fights erupt and mud, beer, and bullets fly. There is an Indian issue is woven into the story, along with the jealousy of Mr. Douglas over McLintock's vast wealth and influence.
There are several reasons that I like "McLintock" so well...here are a few: 1) it's hilarious, 2) the Duke will not be manipulated by his womenfolk (namely his wife), 3) he is the head of his household, 4) he's square on economics (unlike Mr. Douglas who utilizes class envy to further his ends). One of my favorite quotes (I have several from the movie) has to due with this last issue. It comes when Devlin Warren (Patrick Wayne) takes a swing at Mr. McLin'ick after the latter hired him.
McLintock: I've been punched many a time in my life but never for hirin' anyone.
Dev: I don't know what to say. Never begged before. Turned my stomach. I suppose I should have been grateful that
you gave me the job.
McLintock: Gave? Boy, you've got it all wrong. I don't give jobs. I hire men. [the line I was thinking]
Drago: You intend to give this man a full day's work, don'tcha boy?
Dev: You mean you're still hirin' me? Well, yes, sir, I certainly deliver a fair day's work.
McLintock: And for that I'll pay you a fair day's wage. You won't give me anything and I won't give you anything.
We both hold up our heads.
(Hmm, I just found this cool website with quotes on it...I couldn't recall it exactly so I thought I'd look it up and see if I could find it and I did!)
Of course, there are things that are wrong in the movies as well...the first one that pops to mind is that McLintock should have spanked his daughter himself rather than let Dev do it. (However, Dev had to spank her for the lesson to sink into his Boss's mind. This spanking in fact leads to another point in the plot.)
Over all it is a great movie (an excellent movie for the era--1963) and it really doesn't have too much feminism and Frankfort school in it. McLintock is flawed, but loyal and overall manly. Young men really ought to watch Duke movies...in most of them he played the same kind of character. A loyal, trustworthy man who stands up for right and justice, even if it causes him some discomfort. He often protrayed a rough, tough, strong leader...a man to be emulated (even if not explicitly Christian). I sincerely believe that John Wayne really was who he played, the patriotic man with gravel in his gut. I think that why I have always enjoyed Duke movies so much is because he was a real man (besides, he was rather good looking...especially when he was young.)
While working with the tomatoes we watched "McLintock" starring John Wayne (my favorite actor), Maureen O'Hara (one of my favorite actresses--she was georgeous!), Patrick Wayne (the Duke's second son), and Stephanie Powers. It also has a couple of other actors I recongize...but don't know their names. (The guy who plays Drago is the doctor in "Rio Grande" and "She Wore a Yellow Ribbon"; and the man who plays Bunny is Judge Roy Bean from the old TV show...how's that for helpful? Of course I could go look it up...) "McLintock" and "Rio Grande" are my favorite Duke movies.
"McLintock" is the story of a cattle baron who practically owns the town. His wife left him several year previous to the opening of the movie because she suspected him (wrongly) of messing around on her (you don't find this out til the climax). Their only daughter, Becky, is coming home from college and Mrs. McLintock wants Becky to travel with her. Mr. McLintock says, "No." From there fights erupt and mud, beer, and bullets fly. There is an Indian issue is woven into the story, along with the jealousy of Mr. Douglas over McLintock's vast wealth and influence.
There are several reasons that I like "McLintock" so well...here are a few: 1) it's hilarious, 2) the Duke will not be manipulated by his womenfolk (namely his wife), 3) he is the head of his household, 4) he's square on economics (unlike Mr. Douglas who utilizes class envy to further his ends). One of my favorite quotes (I have several from the movie) has to due with this last issue. It comes when Devlin Warren (Patrick Wayne) takes a swing at Mr. McLin'ick after the latter hired him.
McLintock: I've been punched many a time in my life but never for hirin' anyone.
Dev: I don't know what to say. Never begged before. Turned my stomach. I suppose I should have been grateful that
you gave me the job.
McLintock: Gave? Boy, you've got it all wrong. I don't give jobs. I hire men. [the line I was thinking]
Drago: You intend to give this man a full day's work, don'tcha boy?
Dev: You mean you're still hirin' me? Well, yes, sir, I certainly deliver a fair day's work.
McLintock: And for that I'll pay you a fair day's wage. You won't give me anything and I won't give you anything.
We both hold up our heads.
(Hmm, I just found this cool website with quotes on it...I couldn't recall it exactly so I thought I'd look it up and see if I could find it and I did!)
Of course, there are things that are wrong in the movies as well...the first one that pops to mind is that McLintock should have spanked his daughter himself rather than let Dev do it. (However, Dev had to spank her for the lesson to sink into his Boss's mind. This spanking in fact leads to another point in the plot.)
Over all it is a great movie (an excellent movie for the era--1963) and it really doesn't have too much feminism and Frankfort school in it. McLintock is flawed, but loyal and overall manly. Young men really ought to watch Duke movies...in most of them he played the same kind of character. A loyal, trustworthy man who stands up for right and justice, even if it causes him some discomfort. He often protrayed a rough, tough, strong leader...a man to be emulated (even if not explicitly Christian). I sincerely believe that John Wayne really was who he played, the patriotic man with gravel in his gut. I think that why I have always enjoyed Duke movies so much is because he was a real man (besides, he was rather good looking...especially when he was young.)
This is NOT what he looked like in McLintock...he was much older :) This is almost the 'first-sight-of-the-girl' look, but not quite...it's more the 'you-really-think-that' look.
I suppose this is enough about old dead movie stars...
I suppose this is enough about old dead movie stars...
Racheal
Mock Blood... October 26, 2011
Eh, What?! Yes, that does say 'mock blood'. Most of you probably know by now that I am an aspiring filmmaker and as such, the strangest things pop into my head at times. Mama and I were canning beets and the juice as you know is this nice shade of pink...I have previously goofed off with it ("I'm bleeding!"), but today I just started talking about it. Here is a paraphrase of our conversation...(after I initated it).
Mom: "You could use it for blood."
Me: "It's too pink...I wonder what would happen if I put red food coloring in it."
I did.
Me: "Hey, look! It worked."
Mom: "Let's take a picture and see what it looks like on camera."
Looked at the picture...
Me: "It looks pretty good but it's too thin."
Mom: "Cornstarch."
Of course, by this time I'd dumped the remainder down the drain so I couldn't test the cornstarch theory, though I imagine it would work fine. So, next time I do beets, I'm getting the cornstarch out and give it a try.
So, what does beet blood look like?
Mom: "You could use it for blood."
Me: "It's too pink...I wonder what would happen if I put red food coloring in it."
I did.
Me: "Hey, look! It worked."
Mom: "Let's take a picture and see what it looks like on camera."
Looked at the picture...
Me: "It looks pretty good but it's too thin."
Mom: "Cornstarch."
Of course, by this time I'd dumped the remainder down the drain so I couldn't test the cornstarch theory, though I imagine it would work fine. So, next time I do beets, I'm getting the cornstarch out and give it a try.
So, what does beet blood look like?
Believe it or not, I had the camera sitting in my lap waiting for the computer to acknowledge it...and I glanced down and startled myself when I saw this picture on the screen! Anyway, you can see that the color is about right, but that it is too thin...particularly if you look at my fingers. Running down my arm it doesn't look too bad, but it isn't realistic enough elsewhere.
The nice thing about beet juice is that it sticks to you, but at the same time washes off fairly easy. Also, it won't stain your clothes...a very helpful aspect :) Oh, yes, it is also pretty cheap! I suspect you could do the same thing with pickled beet juice (like you get out of the can) as well as the juice that gets boiled out when cooking fresh beets. What I was using was the condesation of water/beet juice left over in the roaster after cooking beets in the oven.
I will leave you with this 'gory' subject now...I have to go vacuum the floor!
The nice thing about beet juice is that it sticks to you, but at the same time washes off fairly easy. Also, it won't stain your clothes...a very helpful aspect :) Oh, yes, it is also pretty cheap! I suspect you could do the same thing with pickled beet juice (like you get out of the can) as well as the juice that gets boiled out when cooking fresh beets. What I was using was the condesation of water/beet juice left over in the roaster after cooking beets in the oven.
I will leave you with this 'gory' subject now...I have to go vacuum the floor!
Racheal
A Fall Workday October 25, 2011
We worked outside today...the high was a lovely 70-something. The wind was blowing like crazy today (I like it!) and that means that if you were standing down wind, you got dirt in your eyes (which I do not like!)
We managed to get the garlic planted (after Daddy tilled). Mom and I planted and K covered it. She kept telling me to stick it in deeper because when she went to cover it, the clove would lay over. I think towards the end of the planting session I was getting them stuck in far enough.
Savannah and I pulled stakes and I broke off a couple of those big metal posts (they are all rusty.) Digging the remaining iron out of the ground is not a fun exercise. I think that Savannah actually dug out all the ones she pulled...I didn't. I wiggled them all around and then pulled straight up (the way Daddy does it). It takes less time that way :) But anyway, Erik sure put them in too deep...
After post pulling and all, we cleaned up the piles of tomatoe plants (they got bit by frost while we were gone) and I drove the lawn mower with the trailer piled high to the compost heap (one of two). I learned to run the lawn mower this summer...a good thing, even though I've only actually mowed once.
There were several other things I did but none of them very important or even memorable (except that I dug the rest of the potatoes). I really do need to sharpen my pocket knife now because I used it on the tomatoe plants...
Have a good evening all!
We managed to get the garlic planted (after Daddy tilled). Mom and I planted and K covered it. She kept telling me to stick it in deeper because when she went to cover it, the clove would lay over. I think towards the end of the planting session I was getting them stuck in far enough.
Savannah and I pulled stakes and I broke off a couple of those big metal posts (they are all rusty.) Digging the remaining iron out of the ground is not a fun exercise. I think that Savannah actually dug out all the ones she pulled...I didn't. I wiggled them all around and then pulled straight up (the way Daddy does it). It takes less time that way :) But anyway, Erik sure put them in too deep...
After post pulling and all, we cleaned up the piles of tomatoe plants (they got bit by frost while we were gone) and I drove the lawn mower with the trailer piled high to the compost heap (one of two). I learned to run the lawn mower this summer...a good thing, even though I've only actually mowed once.
There were several other things I did but none of them very important or even memorable (except that I dug the rest of the potatoes). I really do need to sharpen my pocket knife now because I used it on the tomatoe plants...
Have a good evening all!
Racheal
Chickens, the Reformation Day Faire, and Home October 24, 2011
Perhaps I ought to do more than one post...anyway, as a preface, I will start with chickens (Thursday) and then move on in time. Also, I am not going to use last names (with a few exceptions) when talking about people...first names only (except in the case of my younger sister who does not want me to put her name up...) Are you ready for the load??
Butchering Chickens
Thursday Daddy and I butchered 10 of our roosters. Okay, technically, I didn't 'butcher' anything. Daddy did all the killing. But I did catch the birds, pluck most of them, and help 'dress' them (I did several completely by myself--after Daddy showed me how to do it again.)
Butchering Chickens
Thursday Daddy and I butchered 10 of our roosters. Okay, technically, I didn't 'butcher' anything. Daddy did all the killing. But I did catch the birds, pluck most of them, and help 'dress' them (I did several completely by myself--after Daddy showed me how to do it again.)
Waiting for another bird to pluck...I think Mom said they averaged out at around 4 1/2 pounds--not too bad.
Daddy scalding one of the White Rocks (they were the biggest so they were the first five we did.) By the way, we did the scalding/plucking/cleaning process in the Old Garage.
Plucking like a pro...maybe ;)
Yes, that is a propane torch in Daddy's hand--we singed the hairy stuff off them. The strangely cut vinegar bottles hanging over my head are the 'killing cones'. You poke the chicken head first into the cone and then hang them up (so they are upside down) before cutting their jugular vein. This way they cannot flap around too much...easier for everyone--including the birds.
Dressing the birds. I had to sharpen my knife before doing too much. Come to think of it, I had probably better sharpen it now since I forgot to do it when we were done...
And that, my friends is an incomplete pictoral history of our Thrusday. Oh, yes, we had fresh fried chicken for dinner that night! Mmm...it was good.
And that, my friends is an incomplete pictoral history of our Thrusday. Oh, yes, we had fresh fried chicken for dinner that night! Mmm...it was good.
The Reformation Day Faire
We left for Illinois Friday morning after some last minute change up in plans. You see, we were going to take the little red car (my car- Grandma gave it too me when she bought her new yellow car), but it has a bad anti-freeze leak (discovered that morning), so we took Annabelle (our Suburban) instead. I much prefer travelling with Annabelle...much more comfortable and spacious. Anyhow, it was defintely providence...I was beginning to wonder how I was going to get everything in the trunk of the car...
So, we got out Friday morning. We ate pork sandwiches (on coconut bread) made in the galley (on this particular day that comprised the back seat--Me and K) driving down the road for lunch. We got to Providence Church on time (Yes!) and the rest of the day consisted of listening to Rev. Serven speak on the Westminster Confession of Faith (two sessions) and Mr. Potter gave a historical sketch of several Scottish members of the Westminster Assembly. We ate dinner at a Chinese buffet with the B. family (you'll hear more of them later--they go to our church) and those boys ate and ate...not everything they devoured was too heathly, but oh well. Then we went back to the church and Nathan Clark George gave a concert. Mr. George is Dr. Gordon Clark's grandson. I don't think he looks a bit like him. I really enjoyed that, particularly a 'fun' song about a buzzard, a chicken hawk, and the Lord's providence.
Saturday morning Mr. Potter gave two talks...one on the history leading up too and during the Westminster Assembly and one on providence. I think that his lecture on providence was probably my favorite of all the talks. Pastor James McDonald (Providence Church is his church) gave a first person interpretation of someone (I forget the man's name) speaking about Christopher Love. That was interesting. After lunch, the fun began...
We left for Illinois Friday morning after some last minute change up in plans. You see, we were going to take the little red car (my car- Grandma gave it too me when she bought her new yellow car), but it has a bad anti-freeze leak (discovered that morning), so we took Annabelle (our Suburban) instead. I much prefer travelling with Annabelle...much more comfortable and spacious. Anyhow, it was defintely providence...I was beginning to wonder how I was going to get everything in the trunk of the car...
So, we got out Friday morning. We ate pork sandwiches (on coconut bread) made in the galley (on this particular day that comprised the back seat--Me and K) driving down the road for lunch. We got to Providence Church on time (Yes!) and the rest of the day consisted of listening to Rev. Serven speak on the Westminster Confession of Faith (two sessions) and Mr. Potter gave a historical sketch of several Scottish members of the Westminster Assembly. We ate dinner at a Chinese buffet with the B. family (you'll hear more of them later--they go to our church) and those boys ate and ate...not everything they devoured was too heathly, but oh well. Then we went back to the church and Nathan Clark George gave a concert. Mr. George is Dr. Gordon Clark's grandson. I don't think he looks a bit like him. I really enjoyed that, particularly a 'fun' song about a buzzard, a chicken hawk, and the Lord's providence.
Saturday morning Mr. Potter gave two talks...one on the history leading up too and during the Westminster Assembly and one on providence. I think that his lecture on providence was probably my favorite of all the talks. Pastor James McDonald (Providence Church is his church) gave a first person interpretation of someone (I forget the man's name) speaking about Christopher Love. That was interesting. After lunch, the fun began...
The strolling piper...later he played while a family from Missouri did some impromtu Scottish Country dancing...and instruction!! That was fun...K danced with the father of that family while I danced with Allison H. a friend from Rev. Servens' church.
Mama...I relized once we got home that there is just one picture of Daddy (or I'd put it here too) and that is with Mr. Ron B. (I'll put that one up later).
Savannah...she has detachable sleeves that she added on for dinner...and the dance (of which I think there were two pictures. Mama got several videos...but I can't put those up.)
K...she removed her apron before the dance. She looked SO cute. You can't see it here, but she had two braids and then another smaller one wraped around her head...
My full-length shot didn't come out so great...I'm a pain to photograph if you couldn't guess...so I decided to put this one up instead. This is typical of both me and Christopher B. The little stink pretends like he doesn't like his picture taken. I know however that behind those arms and hands he was grinning really big :)
After lunch, the Highland games began...I didn't participate in the 'ladies games' going on in another corner of the field...in fact I didn't know that they had started until the 'men's games' were well underway. Behold the sport! (Daddy did not participate...he has injuries sustained from out doing Lt. Col.'s that hinder him from such things.)
After lunch, the Highland games began...I didn't participate in the 'ladies games' going on in another corner of the field...in fact I didn't know that they had started until the 'men's games' were well underway. Behold the sport! (Daddy did not participate...he has injuries sustained from out doing Lt. Col.'s that hinder him from such things.)
Mr. Ron preparing for the 'caber toss' (log throwing essentially). He was one of the few men who made it look easy.
Here's another gentleman (Mr. A.) who made the caber toss look fairly easy. He was also our Scottish dance instructor. He has at least 8 children--4 boys and 4 girls. I got pictures of his boys later on--they were so striking in their kilts! (The entire family had on their tartan...the girls had the traditional tartan scarf over their shoulders while the boys all matched their father with kilt and tam-o-shanter.)
Female spectators...from left Allison, K (who by the way have the same birthday and year!), yours truly (I do not look skinny in that outfit for sure), Mrs. Lori B. with Benjamin on her back (he's mostly hidden--poor baby was sick), Allison's mom, and one of Mr. A.'s daughters.
Male spectators...from left (the ones I know) Daniel B. (blue shirt), Thomas B. (orange shirt), Christopher ('meditating' at Thomas' feet), the kid with the kilt and tam is one of Mr. A.'s son (#2 I think), and at far right William B. William and Thomas are twins.
The following pictures are of the boys (12 and under) stone toss...I thought I had a picture of Joshua selected but I guess not...(and to get one I'd have to go back to the other computer...)
The following pictures are of the boys (12 and under) stone toss...I thought I had a picture of Joshua selected but I guess not...(and to get one I'd have to go back to the other computer...)
William.
I wish this wasn't so blurry and you could see Ben's face (the young man with the megaphone and bow tie)--he was grinning. I think that Christopher tickled him...the little guy has that effect on people.
Mr. A.'s oldest boy...I think he won this event. He defintely had the best form. Note the knife tucked in his sock...
Thomas.
The men's stone toss (13+)...Mr. B. chucking that rock!
Just an adorable picture of Thomas...these kids are rough, tough, and sweet. A few more years and they will be fine young men...
The Boffer Wars...Boys and Mens' divisions again. (I thought it was 'bopper', but it turns out that it is actually 'boffer'.) A boffer is a piece of padded PVC pipe. I really had to resist an urge to join the fun...I had a lot of fun snapping pictures of the battles though.
There was the free-for-all battles (every man for himself) and the team battles...
The Boffer Wars...Boys and Mens' divisions again. (I thought it was 'bopper', but it turns out that it is actually 'boffer'.) A boffer is a piece of padded PVC pipe. I really had to resist an urge to join the fun...I had a lot of fun snapping pictures of the battles though.
There was the free-for-all battles (every man for himself) and the team battles...
Free-for-all going on here...two of the A. boys (numbers 2 and 1 from left), one of the Servens, and in the forefront a kid from Michigan (his older brother put fake hair on his chin and looked quite funny...)
The brothers from Michigan ganged up on Daniel (the one in the middle is the 'boy with the beard'). Daniel held his own for quite a while before one or the other finally took him out...but due to his performance a gentleman offered to form an allience with him next year when he'll be old enough to participate in the Men's division. During the boys' fights I felt like going up to Ben (the MC) and giving him a piece of my mind (in a nice sort of way--I wasn't mad). Why? Because he kept telling the laddies not to hit each other very hard. Now personally, I think a boy ought to be able to take a whack with one of those things without complaining about it...I think it'd make them tougher and we need some not so whimpy boys in this land...nuff said.
I think Daniel was pretty pleased with his fight, even though he didn't win. I know from personal experience that Daniel is pretty good with a sword (and honest about when he's hit).
The men's free-for-all...Mr. B. seemed like he was having fun...I think this young whipper snapper (later I found out his name was Celeb--I sat next to his mother at lunch Sunday) took him out.
The three guys on the left formed an allience and were ganged up on Mr. A. here...I think he took out two of them before he was taken out himself.
Battle lines for the team battle...
The boys team battle...William looks kind of like he's floating in this picture. Thomas must be out from the way he's holding his boffer.
Resting...(I may not be the best photographer in the house, but I got some pretty good pictures Saturday).
After the games...Mr. B. and Daddy. Shortly after this, we all drifted back to the church for dinner. They had us eat in shifts...the B. family was part of the first group and we were part of the second group...so we talked to the Serven's while other people ate. After dinner we loaded up and drove to the local high school were the ball was held. Unfortunately, I only have one picure...K is in it. The dances were English Country Dances and somewhat different than the ones I am familiar with. All of them were new to me except for the last one, the Gay Gordon (which is REALLY fun.) Regardless of the fact that I got mixed up several times and had NO IDEA of what I was doing some of the time, I had a ball (literally!) and I think that most everyone else did too. I actually got an invite to dance from a young man (probably about 16 years old) and I ended up leading him through the dance...
The Trip Home
We went to church Sunday morning and sat in the balcony! (A first for me...) They do communion in a similar fashion to how the Serven's church does it. The families come forward (the rest of the congregation sings during the proceedings) and sit in certain pews while the elders dispense the elements. You take and eat. While different from what I am accustomed to, it seems to work well. We left for home around 2:30 or so...and here are a few pictures to prove it :)
We went to church Sunday morning and sat in the balcony! (A first for me...) They do communion in a similar fashion to how the Serven's church does it. The families come forward (the rest of the congregation sings during the proceedings) and sit in certain pews while the elders dispense the elements. You take and eat. While different from what I am accustomed to, it seems to work well. We left for home around 2:30 or so...and here are a few pictures to prove it :)
Me with an Illinois farm behind me...
Savannah
Sisters!
Illinois Sunset
Windmills...there are tons of these in the northern area of Indiana and several patches in Illinios.
I hope that you all enjoyed the pictures and that I didn't overwhelm you with information you care nothing about...
And now I must really go and burn the trash...
I hope that you all enjoyed the pictures and that I didn't overwhelm you with information you care nothing about...
And now I must really go and burn the trash...
Racheal
The Top! October 19, 2011
So, I managed to get it done today and I only wasted half a dozen gromets...Due to the fact that I ran out of orange ribbon, I laced one side with orange and one with green. The strap/sleeve contraption is tied on with blue ribbon. (AND because I have narrow shoulders we are still going to have to safety pin the straps to my chemise!) Get a load of those sleeves!! You can bearly see my skirt...but it is a peacock print with all the colors of the 'vest-top' (I know it has a real name, but I don't know what it is...) I like it, do you?
Racheal
Wardrobe Malfunction October 19, 2011
I was going to write yesterday; but I didn't have my computer turned on and this site doesn't work well on Mom's.
But, yes, I had a wardrobe 'malfunction'. I tried on my costume Monday afternoon; the skirts still fit fine, BUT the top--that's a different story. K can wear it, so it won't be totally wasted :) So, what do I do? Make a different top! I got the chemise made yesterday (the sleeves are humongous!) and I got the vest top cut out (except for the interfacing). I will post a picture when it's all done. The biggest plus side is due to the change in look, I don't have to wear the bum roll now (much more comfortable for car rides *smirk*).
No chickens have been butchered yet...and it sure is going to be cold work whenever we get around to it...it is rainy and windy with highs in the 50's. Good soldiering weather (just like hot and humid rainy is good soldiering weather).
I'm going to sign off now because there are more important things I could be doing!
But, yes, I had a wardrobe 'malfunction'. I tried on my costume Monday afternoon; the skirts still fit fine, BUT the top--that's a different story. K can wear it, so it won't be totally wasted :) So, what do I do? Make a different top! I got the chemise made yesterday (the sleeves are humongous!) and I got the vest top cut out (except for the interfacing). I will post a picture when it's all done. The biggest plus side is due to the change in look, I don't have to wear the bum roll now (much more comfortable for car rides *smirk*).
No chickens have been butchered yet...and it sure is going to be cold work whenever we get around to it...it is rainy and windy with highs in the 50's. Good soldiering weather (just like hot and humid rainy is good soldiering weather).
I'm going to sign off now because there are more important things I could be doing!
Racheal
The Upcoming Week.... October 17, 2011
This week promises to be busy. Canning has to be done--sweet potatoes and tomatoes; chickens have to be butchered (that will probably be Daddy and I); and other normal day-to-day things. Then, this weekend (Friday-Sunday) we will be in Illinois for a Reformation Day Faire (the 'e' for an olde world look)! This promises to be a delightful time. Rev. Marcus Serven is one of the speakers and Mr. Bill Potter is another. This not just a conference however...Mr. Nathan Clark George (Dr. Gordon Clark's grandson) will be performing during lunch on Saturday. Also on Saturday will be games and fun of varing descriptions (not all of which I know of) and that night will be a DANCE! (Can you tell that I am excited?) We are going to go to the dance in costume. I have to see if my dress still fits. K introduced an intersting picture yesterday afternoon--me in the car with my 'bum roll' on--a squeeze and probably very uncomfortable. (A bum roll, for those who don't know, is a 1500's era undergarment--basically it is a roll of padding that goes around one's waist--under the skirts--to make them stand out. I was pleasantly suprised last year when I made this dress that it wasn't as unwieldy as I thought it would be.) If I can sword fight in this dress (guilty! and caught by the neighbors!), I can surely dance in it! (We had a family over last year for Reformation Day with six boys and I like sword play--even though I was getting soundly beaten by #4 and poked in the back by #5--Stinker! Mr. W stopped to show Daddy the doe he'd gotten and I was in the driveway with the two aforesaid young men--one of them more of a gentleman than the other ;) bounding around as best I could--I know that the neighbors must think we are nuts...)
I made lunch today since Mama went to town with Daddy (and I need the practice). I made pork something-or-other, curly leaf mustard greens (my FAVORITE), and cauliflower. I just realized that I forgot the peas Mom mentioned...oops! Anyway, we also had cherry tomatoes. All told, I think it turned out all right. I probably had better go and wash up the lunch dishes and then see if I can get any school done.
I made lunch today since Mama went to town with Daddy (and I need the practice). I made pork something-or-other, curly leaf mustard greens (my FAVORITE), and cauliflower. I just realized that I forgot the peas Mom mentioned...oops! Anyway, we also had cherry tomatoes. All told, I think it turned out all right. I probably had better go and wash up the lunch dishes and then see if I can get any school done.
Racheal
Practice... October 13, 2011
Before I go take a walk in the wet (it rained today) I thought I would put down a line or two...
I don't have any brillance to share with you today, just a story about a girl and a couple of instruments. I decieded, after listening to my second-to-last lecture for Christian Doctrine I (I'll finish tomorrow!) that I'd go practice my guitar. I got through two pieces and decided that the large paper cut on my right thumb was not getting along with the string friction very well (strange though, it didn't bother me yesterday and I cut myself two days ago...I guess it was the juice from the black walnut husks that did it--that stuff will dry you out.) So, I put my guitar back on it's stand and hauled out the cello--which I don't think I've touched since, oh, maybe June or July (alright, maybe I played once in August--who knows!) I had to tune that (of course, it's been sitting neglected in a case for months!!) and once I started playing I had to retune the 'A' and 'D' strings because they slipped. (That is a very distinctive sound which cannot be reproduced on paper--or in this case digits.) Then I bowled through the Twinkles (if you've ever heard of the Suzuki music method you'll know what I'm talking about) and sounded pretty bad. After that I played a couple of other songs--I like "Go Tell Aunt Rhody". I was pleased to find that I still remembered "Largo" (from Devorak's 'New World Symphany"); I love that piece of music...it's sad and haunting and happy all at once. I ended my practice session with "O Come Little Children". Perhaps I could do that for our Christmas Recital. Overall I sounded pretty bad. If you've never had someone in your house learning a stringed instrument (a bowed one in particular), you have no idea how irritating the squeaks and squawks can be. I would have played longer, only my hand got tired. The cello takes some muscles to play (as does the guitar...and since I'm out of practice my hand gets tired way too fast.)
Like I said, nothing brillant...just a story.
I don't have any brillance to share with you today, just a story about a girl and a couple of instruments. I decieded, after listening to my second-to-last lecture for Christian Doctrine I (I'll finish tomorrow!) that I'd go practice my guitar. I got through two pieces and decided that the large paper cut on my right thumb was not getting along with the string friction very well (strange though, it didn't bother me yesterday and I cut myself two days ago...I guess it was the juice from the black walnut husks that did it--that stuff will dry you out.) So, I put my guitar back on it's stand and hauled out the cello--which I don't think I've touched since, oh, maybe June or July (alright, maybe I played once in August--who knows!) I had to tune that (of course, it's been sitting neglected in a case for months!!) and once I started playing I had to retune the 'A' and 'D' strings because they slipped. (That is a very distinctive sound which cannot be reproduced on paper--or in this case digits.) Then I bowled through the Twinkles (if you've ever heard of the Suzuki music method you'll know what I'm talking about) and sounded pretty bad. After that I played a couple of other songs--I like "Go Tell Aunt Rhody". I was pleased to find that I still remembered "Largo" (from Devorak's 'New World Symphany"); I love that piece of music...it's sad and haunting and happy all at once. I ended my practice session with "O Come Little Children". Perhaps I could do that for our Christmas Recital. Overall I sounded pretty bad. If you've never had someone in your house learning a stringed instrument (a bowed one in particular), you have no idea how irritating the squeaks and squawks can be. I would have played longer, only my hand got tired. The cello takes some muscles to play (as does the guitar...and since I'm out of practice my hand gets tired way too fast.)
Like I said, nothing brillant...just a story.
Racheal
Biblical Masculinity... October 12, 2011
Disclaimer: I did not write this. However, this young man (I believe he's seventeen) has some good articulate thoughts on Biblical Masculinity which I thought some of you might find encouraging and perhaps even inspiring. He is a film composer on christianfilmmakers.org--of which I am a memeber. (On CF.org there's a forum where you can post about ANYTHING--I've started a couple of fights already--unintentionally...Daddy's started calling me 'Lightning Rod'...yippee.) You'll find that the author throws in a few movie examples...perhaps you've seen them (which would be helpful *grin*). I have not seen them. Also note, I got the author's permission to post this--don't want anyone to think I'm breaking fair-usage laws ;)
"A friend of mine was discussing this through e-mail with me and we talked about the distinction between personality traits and character flaws- a very important distinction.
So what is the difference between a quietness that is OK- or even admirable- and a quietness that is weak and unManly? What
is the difference between (another discussion with another friend) a man having a perfectly manly desire to stay inside and do computer work and a man being a mouse who can't handle a good, rugged hike?
God has given us different personalities. God has also called us all- all of His sons, that is- to be men. Manly men. To obey Him, serve Him, advance His Kingdom.
So to the degree which our personality traits hinder our obedience to Him- to that degree our personality traits are character flaws.
You may be a quiet warrior or an outgoing one, a musical warrior or an outdoorsy one, a blogging warrior or a fishing one.
But as a son and ambassador of The Most High God- you must be a warrior.
No matter your method, you must slay the dragon.
So, to make it practical. If your quiet personality means you talk less and listen more, that's probably a good thing that we could all learn from. If your quiet personality means that you don't evangelize, don't meet new people, don't truly love others, then your quiet
personality is now more than that- it has gone into the realm of sin, because it is preventing you from doing what God has called you to do.
On shyness. I don't think shyness is ever a good thing. Quietness can be Biblical, but shyness is a manifestation of love of self. So instead of being shy, we should turn our attention from ourselves to others, and start loving God and loving the people He has placed in our lives. (1st and 2nd greatest commandments)
On to my next point. Hear ye, thou wimps.
"The glory of young men is their strength, and the honor of old men is their gray hair." (Pr. 20:29)We are to be the protectors of the "weaker vessels"- that adjective is Scripturally applied to all of womankind, though the passage in question speaks specifically to the marriage relationship.
As young men, we should be strong. The stronger vessels.
So, my brothers, what are you doing to be strong? To be a good steward of the body that God has given you, of course-that goes for my sisters in Christ as well!- but specifically to be strong. Ruddy. Healthy. Able to protect and serve.
Do push-ups. Run a few miles. Something.
If your natural smallness means you aren't the fastest kid in the Church or the record-holding pusher-upper, fine. That's how God made you. Learn to use your mind. Hiccup [How to Train Your Dragon?] is a good example of this- he can't throw the iron ball thingies, so he invents a machine to throw them for him.
But if you take that to be an excuse to be pale and wan, with bent shoulders and limp wrists, then you had better invest in some P90X or something.
Point three in my post addresses the girlyman syndrome.
This is something I've done myself in the past, and I regret having done so. I want to warn my brothers lest they too fall prey to
this condition.
The girlyman syndrome is likely to happen when a young man hangs out around girls a lot. Note that it doesn't have to be this way. Not at all. It just takes a man of superior vision to be able to retain Godly masculinity even when he spends most of his time with those of the fairer sex.
A godly young man can be thoroughly manly when spending time with sisters in Christ- pure, masculine, respectful, chivalrous, edifying, and downright a pleasure to be around!
But the girlyman tries to be like the girls he admires or hangs out with (or is infatuated with). He'll read the books they like, and at least act like he enjoys them, just to please them. He'll listen to the music they like, he'll eat the same foods, he'll- well, the
list goes on. You get the idea.
He's the kind of guy who says that he's not insecure about his manhood, therefore he can proudly carry around Pride & Prejudice or wear pink or collect stuffed animals.
Neither said book nor said color nor said pets are my issue. My issue is a man who is, ultimately, fearing (wo)man instead of fearing
God, and who is acting out of regard for others instead of vision for The Kingdom (Mat. 6:33).
This is no true man at all.
Sadly, it can be very endearing to the young ladies since this young man is sculpting himself in their image.
And they might be Godly girls. A young man made in their image might be externally a pretty straight-laced and Godly fellow. (Maybe I should put a comma after "pretty". :-)
But the reason for his Godliness isn't true repentance and worship of God, nor the working of The Spirit in his heart, but rather a fleshly desire to please others.
Such sculpting in the end only results in a girlyman, not a true man seeking conformation to The Image of Christ.
These might be hard words for some. Know that they are spoken in love and with a smile! I hope this post edifies both brothers and sisters in Christ. Brothers- if you find yourself falling into these categories, and can see why that is Biblically reprehensible, repent and reform! Sisters, perhaps this will better arm you to look for the right things in men instead of being attracted by a man who molds himself to your will just to please you. Perhaps it will also prepare you to encourage Godly Vision in your brothers.
Men. We need to be devoted to a cause higher than ourselves. That cause must be The Kingdom of God. And for that cause we must be prepared to forsake all else.
For The Glory of God."
Well all, I hope that that was edifying, encouraging, etc. It is encouraging to me as a girl because it shows me that there really are boys out there who know the meaning of true manhood and are willing to take razzing to defend it. You ought to see some of the flak he's getting for this...particularly over the 'weaker vessel' issue. It's just interesting to see how much the feminist agenda has engrained itself it peoples minds--male minds. There has not been one negative comment from the girls--I think in many ways conservative females outnumber conservative males (or maybe that's just in the circles I travel in). The message coming across from the girls is: "Guys, we want to be treated with respect and honor. Being called the weaker vessel is not demeaning (most of the time), so why should you have a problem with the term. After all, it is Scriptural langauge." That's the girls side of the coin on this issue (seriously condensed).
"A friend of mine was discussing this through e-mail with me and we talked about the distinction between personality traits and character flaws- a very important distinction.
So what is the difference between a quietness that is OK- or even admirable- and a quietness that is weak and unManly? What
is the difference between (another discussion with another friend) a man having a perfectly manly desire to stay inside and do computer work and a man being a mouse who can't handle a good, rugged hike?
God has given us different personalities. God has also called us all- all of His sons, that is- to be men. Manly men. To obey Him, serve Him, advance His Kingdom.
So to the degree which our personality traits hinder our obedience to Him- to that degree our personality traits are character flaws.
You may be a quiet warrior or an outgoing one, a musical warrior or an outdoorsy one, a blogging warrior or a fishing one.
But as a son and ambassador of The Most High God- you must be a warrior.
No matter your method, you must slay the dragon.
So, to make it practical. If your quiet personality means you talk less and listen more, that's probably a good thing that we could all learn from. If your quiet personality means that you don't evangelize, don't meet new people, don't truly love others, then your quiet
personality is now more than that- it has gone into the realm of sin, because it is preventing you from doing what God has called you to do.
On shyness. I don't think shyness is ever a good thing. Quietness can be Biblical, but shyness is a manifestation of love of self. So instead of being shy, we should turn our attention from ourselves to others, and start loving God and loving the people He has placed in our lives. (1st and 2nd greatest commandments)
On to my next point. Hear ye, thou wimps.
"The glory of young men is their strength, and the honor of old men is their gray hair." (Pr. 20:29)We are to be the protectors of the "weaker vessels"- that adjective is Scripturally applied to all of womankind, though the passage in question speaks specifically to the marriage relationship.
As young men, we should be strong. The stronger vessels.
So, my brothers, what are you doing to be strong? To be a good steward of the body that God has given you, of course-that goes for my sisters in Christ as well!- but specifically to be strong. Ruddy. Healthy. Able to protect and serve.
Do push-ups. Run a few miles. Something.
If your natural smallness means you aren't the fastest kid in the Church or the record-holding pusher-upper, fine. That's how God made you. Learn to use your mind. Hiccup [How to Train Your Dragon?] is a good example of this- he can't throw the iron ball thingies, so he invents a machine to throw them for him.
But if you take that to be an excuse to be pale and wan, with bent shoulders and limp wrists, then you had better invest in some P90X or something.
Point three in my post addresses the girlyman syndrome.
This is something I've done myself in the past, and I regret having done so. I want to warn my brothers lest they too fall prey to
this condition.
The girlyman syndrome is likely to happen when a young man hangs out around girls a lot. Note that it doesn't have to be this way. Not at all. It just takes a man of superior vision to be able to retain Godly masculinity even when he spends most of his time with those of the fairer sex.
A godly young man can be thoroughly manly when spending time with sisters in Christ- pure, masculine, respectful, chivalrous, edifying, and downright a pleasure to be around!
But the girlyman tries to be like the girls he admires or hangs out with (or is infatuated with). He'll read the books they like, and at least act like he enjoys them, just to please them. He'll listen to the music they like, he'll eat the same foods, he'll- well, the
list goes on. You get the idea.
He's the kind of guy who says that he's not insecure about his manhood, therefore he can proudly carry around Pride & Prejudice or wear pink or collect stuffed animals.
Neither said book nor said color nor said pets are my issue. My issue is a man who is, ultimately, fearing (wo)man instead of fearing
God, and who is acting out of regard for others instead of vision for The Kingdom (Mat. 6:33).
This is no true man at all.
Sadly, it can be very endearing to the young ladies since this young man is sculpting himself in their image.
And they might be Godly girls. A young man made in their image might be externally a pretty straight-laced and Godly fellow. (Maybe I should put a comma after "pretty". :-)
But the reason for his Godliness isn't true repentance and worship of God, nor the working of The Spirit in his heart, but rather a fleshly desire to please others.
Such sculpting in the end only results in a girlyman, not a true man seeking conformation to The Image of Christ.
These might be hard words for some. Know that they are spoken in love and with a smile! I hope this post edifies both brothers and sisters in Christ. Brothers- if you find yourself falling into these categories, and can see why that is Biblically reprehensible, repent and reform! Sisters, perhaps this will better arm you to look for the right things in men instead of being attracted by a man who molds himself to your will just to please you. Perhaps it will also prepare you to encourage Godly Vision in your brothers.
Men. We need to be devoted to a cause higher than ourselves. That cause must be The Kingdom of God. And for that cause we must be prepared to forsake all else.
For The Glory of God."
Well all, I hope that that was edifying, encouraging, etc. It is encouraging to me as a girl because it shows me that there really are boys out there who know the meaning of true manhood and are willing to take razzing to defend it. You ought to see some of the flak he's getting for this...particularly over the 'weaker vessel' issue. It's just interesting to see how much the feminist agenda has engrained itself it peoples minds--male minds. There has not been one negative comment from the girls--I think in many ways conservative females outnumber conservative males (or maybe that's just in the circles I travel in). The message coming across from the girls is: "Guys, we want to be treated with respect and honor. Being called the weaker vessel is not demeaning (most of the time), so why should you have a problem with the term. After all, it is Scriptural langauge." That's the girls side of the coin on this issue (seriously condensed).
Racheal
Profound or Not ? October 11, 2011
What do you say when your Grandpa wants to pay you for putting eye drops in his eyes?
He is getting this new kind of eye drop (I do not know what it is yet) that has to be put in four times in one hour, twice a day. (He told me about this last night.) Because he knows it will take up a little more of my time (hey! there are things I can do in those fifteen minute intervels!), he wants to pay me. When I seemed reluctant to take any pay he said he'd have to find another bidder. Here's the good part (I guess I've learned something from him!); I told him I was the lowest bidder, so I had to get the job! He just had to laugh then... I am not taking money for doing what I can to take care of my Grandpa. Period. End of discussion.
Okay, that was a derail from what I originally wanted to talk about: Justification. I don't imagine that any of this will be new to anyone, I just got to thinking about when I really began to understand justifcation as it really is. Up until the point when we started sitting under Dr. T, I had a the understanding that justification was when Christ died He washed away my sins and those of all other believers. Good enough to get by, I guess, but not as clear as it could have been. The full nature of justification didn't really hit home until Dr. T preached on it. Justification is a legal term. We are legally declared righteous--this doesn't mean that we are righteous (never thought I was--get feeling good about myself and I have a bad day with the temper--never fails to put my feet back square with my sinfulness). Sanctifcation is similar to justification, only it is the actual becoming more like Christ, not the legal declaration that Christ's righteousness has been imputed to us (covers us, if you will). I think that the point that hit me the hardest was that Christ became sin for us. All of our sins were imputed to (covered) Him. God at that moment hated and condemned Christ as He hates and condemns all of our sin. In one of my lectures in the last couple of days, Dr. DeWitt made an observation concerning this moment that I had never considered before. As Jesus cried out, "My God, My God, why have you forsaken Me?" on the cross, it wasn't just the Father that had rejected Him, but His own divine nature as well--after all, He was still God even in His humaness. In some ways that last statement is to me as mind-boggling as the Trinity.
God took upon Himself our sin...why? For a bunch of righteous people? No...not at all. Because He felt sorry for us poor devils wandering around in the dark? NO. Because He loved us? Yes; but more than. He sacrificed Himself for His own glory. There is nothing that can add or detract from that glory. THERE IS NOTHING WE CAN DO OR BRING TO THE TABLE. That makes me feel small...really small. It also give me a freedom to live my life; not to live however I want to, but to live my life for the glory of God. One thing that terrifies me deep down (not that I think about it as much as maybe I should) is the fact that I will disgrace the God who died so that I--ME--could someday live in glory with Him. I owe God nothing, except for EVERYTHING. Without Him, I would be dead--both spiritually and physically...without Him I would be an miserable, angry, hateful 'liberated' woman...without Him I would not have my food, my duty, my work, my play, my joy, my laughter...I am mentally staggering now. When I actually start to think about it, I can't think because I am so in awe...GOD IS GREAT and I am NOTHING. My duty is to Him...any good I do is not repayment for what He has done for me, no way...it is my duty, it is the only thing I can do.
To paraphrase the Baron Montisque: "Liberty is the freedom to do what we ought to will and not to be constrained to do that which we ought not to will." Goes as much for religion as politics.
Those are my thoughts...God Bless.
He is getting this new kind of eye drop (I do not know what it is yet) that has to be put in four times in one hour, twice a day. (He told me about this last night.) Because he knows it will take up a little more of my time (hey! there are things I can do in those fifteen minute intervels!), he wants to pay me. When I seemed reluctant to take any pay he said he'd have to find another bidder. Here's the good part (I guess I've learned something from him!); I told him I was the lowest bidder, so I had to get the job! He just had to laugh then... I am not taking money for doing what I can to take care of my Grandpa. Period. End of discussion.
Okay, that was a derail from what I originally wanted to talk about: Justification. I don't imagine that any of this will be new to anyone, I just got to thinking about when I really began to understand justifcation as it really is. Up until the point when we started sitting under Dr. T, I had a the understanding that justification was when Christ died He washed away my sins and those of all other believers. Good enough to get by, I guess, but not as clear as it could have been. The full nature of justification didn't really hit home until Dr. T preached on it. Justification is a legal term. We are legally declared righteous--this doesn't mean that we are righteous (never thought I was--get feeling good about myself and I have a bad day with the temper--never fails to put my feet back square with my sinfulness). Sanctifcation is similar to justification, only it is the actual becoming more like Christ, not the legal declaration that Christ's righteousness has been imputed to us (covers us, if you will). I think that the point that hit me the hardest was that Christ became sin for us. All of our sins were imputed to (covered) Him. God at that moment hated and condemned Christ as He hates and condemns all of our sin. In one of my lectures in the last couple of days, Dr. DeWitt made an observation concerning this moment that I had never considered before. As Jesus cried out, "My God, My God, why have you forsaken Me?" on the cross, it wasn't just the Father that had rejected Him, but His own divine nature as well--after all, He was still God even in His humaness. In some ways that last statement is to me as mind-boggling as the Trinity.
God took upon Himself our sin...why? For a bunch of righteous people? No...not at all. Because He felt sorry for us poor devils wandering around in the dark? NO. Because He loved us? Yes; but more than. He sacrificed Himself for His own glory. There is nothing that can add or detract from that glory. THERE IS NOTHING WE CAN DO OR BRING TO THE TABLE. That makes me feel small...really small. It also give me a freedom to live my life; not to live however I want to, but to live my life for the glory of God. One thing that terrifies me deep down (not that I think about it as much as maybe I should) is the fact that I will disgrace the God who died so that I--ME--could someday live in glory with Him. I owe God nothing, except for EVERYTHING. Without Him, I would be dead--both spiritually and physically...without Him I would be an miserable, angry, hateful 'liberated' woman...without Him I would not have my food, my duty, my work, my play, my joy, my laughter...I am mentally staggering now. When I actually start to think about it, I can't think because I am so in awe...GOD IS GREAT and I am NOTHING. My duty is to Him...any good I do is not repayment for what He has done for me, no way...it is my duty, it is the only thing I can do.
To paraphrase the Baron Montisque: "Liberty is the freedom to do what we ought to will and not to be constrained to do that which we ought not to will." Goes as much for religion as politics.
Those are my thoughts...God Bless.
Racheal
P.S. I think I used something that in logic would be called 'affirmation by denial', (i.e. I owe God nothing, except for EVERYTHING.)
My Birthday October 10, 2011
Yesterday was my birthday. It was a calm, peaceful Lord's Day as well. We didn't do anything extaordinary and in fact, I wasn't expecting any gifts; especially when Savannah told me, "No one has anything for you." I was like "Oh, well...forget it." You see, my birthday is usually far more peaceful/less stressful than my sisters due mainly to the time of year (I think). Very seldom do we do any 'special' on their birthdays, so I though it was high time I had a 'boring' birthday. It turned out to be anything but...
After lunch Savannah and K ran up the stairs...while I was getting my birthday cake out of the fridge (the GAPS approved Chocolate Bread; Savannah made some delicous chocolate cream stuff to go on top...MMMM). They put the bread-board in front of me and sang "Happy Birthday", after which I pretended to blow out imaginary candles (I know...I'm silly!) K had her gift for me in a box on the table, and Savannah told me to close my eyes since her's wasn't wrapped. So I did, and she put something into my hands. "This feels like a plate with a hanger on it!" Lo and behold, it was! Nice one too. Then Daddy jumps up like he forgot something, and sneaks off into the bedroom and comes back with something behind his back...there was a bit of hurry scurrying as Mama convinced him to let her get a bag to put 'it' in.
Let's see, I opened K's present (she forewarned me, "It's a humorous gift"). Here, let me share the verse she wrote to accompany my new hankies...[comentary]....
Here are some little hankies for your nose,
So you don't have to use old chopped up clothes.
They should be soft on your sensitive snoot, [I love K!!]
and catch the "ker-choo!"s that come busting out.
Bless you! And sneeze you! [a line I invented]
And enjoy your snoozle rags!
Believe me, I was laughing so hard that I could only read about one line at a time...I don't know how she and Daddy do it, but they rhyme like that without even seeming to think about it!
Then there was 'it'..."in an age appropriate bag" (a joke--the bag looks like one you'd stick a 4 year old's gift in *smile* ). Daddy handed it too me and I thought, hmmm, this is heavy...could it be...Yes it was!
After lunch Savannah and K ran up the stairs...while I was getting my birthday cake out of the fridge (the GAPS approved Chocolate Bread; Savannah made some delicous chocolate cream stuff to go on top...MMMM). They put the bread-board in front of me and sang "Happy Birthday", after which I pretended to blow out imaginary candles (I know...I'm silly!) K had her gift for me in a box on the table, and Savannah told me to close my eyes since her's wasn't wrapped. So I did, and she put something into my hands. "This feels like a plate with a hanger on it!" Lo and behold, it was! Nice one too. Then Daddy jumps up like he forgot something, and sneaks off into the bedroom and comes back with something behind his back...there was a bit of hurry scurrying as Mama convinced him to let her get a bag to put 'it' in.
Let's see, I opened K's present (she forewarned me, "It's a humorous gift"). Here, let me share the verse she wrote to accompany my new hankies...[comentary]....
Here are some little hankies for your nose,
So you don't have to use old chopped up clothes.
They should be soft on your sensitive snoot, [I love K!!]
and catch the "ker-choo!"s that come busting out.
Bless you! And sneeze you! [a line I invented]
And enjoy your snoozle rags!
Believe me, I was laughing so hard that I could only read about one line at a time...I don't know how she and Daddy do it, but they rhyme like that without even seeming to think about it!
Then there was 'it'..."in an age appropriate bag" (a joke--the bag looks like one you'd stick a 4 year old's gift in *smile* ). Daddy handed it too me and I thought, hmmm, this is heavy...could it be...Yes it was!
It's a Colt Detecive Special in .38 Spl. Savannah told me, "Look like you're comfortable with it!" and I said, "I am!" (I was just trying not to cover too much of it up with my hand.) (By the way...I don't know why pictures always make my face look rounder...I suppose K's right; it's because I'm smiling. Er, in this picture, I think I'd actually call that an extremely pleased, goofy grin.) P.S. I don't like digital cameras...particularly the one we have. Suffice to say though, I'm happy with my snubbie and I look forward to shooting it. (Hopefully, it'll handle beautifully. *wink*)
Me and Daddy...I had the revolver here...you just can't see it ;) Pop looks scruffy because he is growing his beard out for a Reformation Day Fair in two weeks...
And for those of you who called to sing me a Happy Birthday, here's the beaming gal on the other end of the line! Thank-you! I really appricated it! (By the way, I found that I can wear ribbons in my hair if they're gross-grain. Nothing else will stay in my crazy hair--even over elastics. Wierd, I had to be almost two decades old before I found that out...)
I had a great day. Did you?
I had a great day. Did you?
Racheal
P.S. Grandma gave me a bracelet...gold with 'rubies'. It's a tad big, but it's really pretty.
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Exhausted October 8, 2011
As the title of today's post expresses, we are all exhausted. Figures, since we didn't get home until 2:10 a.m. Blah, I do not do well with lateness of such hours.
The MERF dinner was enjoyable--even though the 'dinner' proper lacked a little. The keynote speaker told about how Islam itself is crumbling from within--the people want the freedom to choose what they believe. He also noted that if it weren't for Islam, we (the reformed) would not be here. The reason for this is, during the early part of the Reformation in Europe, the Muslims had control of most of Spain, and were encroaching on a large part of France. The Roman Catholic Church therefore, had to 'split their forces' against the growing Reformation and the threat of the Muslim conquest. As it happened, as soon as the Reformation was irrevocably rooted, the Muslim onslought began to break and recede. At this point, the speaker noted that this was God's plan...God is sovereign and He works all things according to His great plan. Every single little thing that happens is sovereignly ordered by God. That is a thought that makes me feel quite insignificant and yet it is such a freeing thought as well.
I plan on not posting anything, tomorrow being Sunday. (It's also my birthday!) We may have the B. Family over...not sure about that though. Mama has some school curriculum she wants Mrs. B. too look at. If we do have them over I'll need my sleep tonight, they always stay late :) They have six boys, ages 12-1, and they are a TON of fun!
The MERF dinner was enjoyable--even though the 'dinner' proper lacked a little. The keynote speaker told about how Islam itself is crumbling from within--the people want the freedom to choose what they believe. He also noted that if it weren't for Islam, we (the reformed) would not be here. The reason for this is, during the early part of the Reformation in Europe, the Muslims had control of most of Spain, and were encroaching on a large part of France. The Roman Catholic Church therefore, had to 'split their forces' against the growing Reformation and the threat of the Muslim conquest. As it happened, as soon as the Reformation was irrevocably rooted, the Muslim onslought began to break and recede. At this point, the speaker noted that this was God's plan...God is sovereign and He works all things according to His great plan. Every single little thing that happens is sovereignly ordered by God. That is a thought that makes me feel quite insignificant and yet it is such a freeing thought as well.
I plan on not posting anything, tomorrow being Sunday. (It's also my birthday!) We may have the B. Family over...not sure about that though. Mama has some school curriculum she wants Mrs. B. too look at. If we do have them over I'll need my sleep tonight, they always stay late :) They have six boys, ages 12-1, and they are a TON of fun!
Racheal
Soybeans, a Light Fixture, Life... October 6, 2011
The farmers are harvesting soybeans, so the air is full of dust :) I took a few pictures to post. They turned out pretty good despite the fact that I couldn't see the LCD screen (sun glare).
Here comes Fred with a hopper full of soybeans. Just in case you are interested, the weed patch in the foreground with all the stakes in it is actually part of our garden. The stakes to the left are tomatoe stakes and the ones to the right serve as trellis stakes.
Grandpa! (I like his new sunglasses.)
Back to work. The foxtail is mostly in the sweet potato vines...and it makes me sneeze, so I didn't do much weeding in that area. (Obviously!)
I took a video to post--BUT I found out that in order to post videos, you have to have a "Weebly Pro" account which costs money...boring video is by no means worth it :)
I took a video to post--BUT I found out that in order to post videos, you have to have a "Weebly Pro" account which costs money...boring video is by no means worth it :)
Here is the new light fixture to go with the new window! (The switch in the old light died...I think this one looks better anyway.)
I helped Grandma this morning (as I did yesterday) with getting stuff in the motor home; this included washing out the fridge (could have been worse), carrying canned goods to the basement, putting all 16 boxes of cereal in the 'food compartment' of the RV, and rearranging stuff in said compartment.
After lunch I spent an hour looking for pictures for my 'Cow Cavalry' video project and found at most 6 usable pictures (I lose track after a while.) Then, I went back out to help Grandma some more, only to find out that she didn't want to do anymore (particularly since the fridge hadn't gotten cold enough to put things into--what was planned.) So, I got a lecture listened to. Today it was on Chapter 9 of the Westminster Confession of Faith--Of Free Will. I find with Dr. DeWitt's lectures on the WCF, that I could practically write the lecture summary without listening to the lecture because it is basically the chapter expanded a bit (I read along). They are interesting anyway though! I have 6 or 7 more lectures to listen to for this course, then I start reading A.W. Pink's The Sovereignty of God, which I hear is a REALLY good book.
I may or may not post tomorrow...we are going to the MERF dinner in a town around 2-2 1/2 hours north of us. We went last year and it was a wonderful event. (MERF=Middle East Reformed Fellowship). More on that Saturday!
I helped Grandma this morning (as I did yesterday) with getting stuff in the motor home; this included washing out the fridge (could have been worse), carrying canned goods to the basement, putting all 16 boxes of cereal in the 'food compartment' of the RV, and rearranging stuff in said compartment.
After lunch I spent an hour looking for pictures for my 'Cow Cavalry' video project and found at most 6 usable pictures (I lose track after a while.) Then, I went back out to help Grandma some more, only to find out that she didn't want to do anymore (particularly since the fridge hadn't gotten cold enough to put things into--what was planned.) So, I got a lecture listened to. Today it was on Chapter 9 of the Westminster Confession of Faith--Of Free Will. I find with Dr. DeWitt's lectures on the WCF, that I could practically write the lecture summary without listening to the lecture because it is basically the chapter expanded a bit (I read along). They are interesting anyway though! I have 6 or 7 more lectures to listen to for this course, then I start reading A.W. Pink's The Sovereignty of God, which I hear is a REALLY good book.
I may or may not post tomorrow...we are going to the MERF dinner in a town around 2-2 1/2 hours north of us. We went last year and it was a wonderful event. (MERF=Middle East Reformed Fellowship). More on that Saturday!
Racheal
Kitchen Window Replacement, Part 2 October 5, 2011
Not too many pictures of this part--I was helping! I have always enjoyed doing stuff like this. Anyway, it sure is nice to have a window in the kitchen again!
Putting the frame in...shortly after this, I scurried outside and Daddy came in. I ended up perched asride ladder, one hand helping to keep the frame in position, the other inside on the window sill to keep me and the ladder from falling how many ever feet down it is to the ground (not a pleasant thought!), and pushing with one knee on the frame to keep it from popping back out! The flashing was hanging up the process.
Me, with the first window. We put the windows through the frame at an angle (rather than attempting to take them up the ladder).
Once they were out, I mainly helped by handing Daddy the screws and listen to him grouch about the striped holes. (By the way, I was not grouchy--I just wasn't quite ready for the picture.)
Once they were out, I mainly helped by handing Daddy the screws and listen to him grouch about the striped holes. (By the way, I was not grouchy--I just wasn't quite ready for the picture.)
Finished product! (Almost...you can't see it here, but the area around the inside of the window frame needs some wood inserted.)
I hope you all enjoyed these, even though they aren't the best...
I hope you all enjoyed these, even though they aren't the best...
Racheal
Kitchen Window Replacement October 4, 2011
I think that Daddy can do anything...well, most anything. He's an all around handyman. Yesterday he put in a new light over the dining room table and today he is replacing the kitchen window! I thought some of ya'll might like to see a few pictures of the project. Right now there is just a gaping hole, so I will add more pictures of the installation tomorrow. I didn't get much photographic proof of the removal...but here is a sampling of what I did get. I messed with a couple of them so they could actually be seen...
The HOLE...with the ladder peeking in.
Daddy removing some more of the frame. (If I am right, I think that the tool he is using is a bee-keepers tool. I can remember using one of those to scrape the paint off of Daddy's 1955 Willey's Ambulence Jeep...)
From the inside...he had said earlier about his bowie knife, "I love this knife...it's part axe!" (By the way, he is stradling the kitchen sink here.)
I don't know exactly what the stuff he was removing is called. It's a gray plastic, which appears to have been a sort of insulation.
The Future is not Sure... October 3, 2011
Usually, I write about more frivolous stuff, but today I would like to muse on a subject that has lurked in the back of my mind ever since Obama was elected President. Recently it resurfaced due to the North Carolina Govenor's remark about suspending elections. I have heard it postulated that Obama may attempt to suspend elections (because surely he knows he's going to get the boot). While I am no analyst, I suspect (nay, I'm practically positive) that if Obama suspends elections, things are going to explode.
However, before I address the explosion, let me preface that I see no place in our Constitution that grants either governors or presidents the ablity to suspend elections. If an election were to be suspended lawfully, I would infer that it would have to be done only by the Congress (either of these United States or the particular State). I get this inference from Article I; Section 4:
"The Times, Places, and Manner of holding Elections for Senators and Representatives, shall be prescribed in each State by the Legislature thereof; but the Congress may at any time by Law make or alter such Regulations, execpt as to the Places of ch[oo]sing Senators."
And, Article II; Section 1:
"The Congress may determine the Time of ch[oo]sing the Electors, and the Day on which they shall give their Votes; which Day shall be the same throughout the United States."
The first quotation concerns State elections and the second concerns Presidential election. There is nothing in
the Constitution about suspending elections--this is why I infer that, since the State Legislatures and the Congress have jurisdiction over other electorial matters, that only they could suspend an election (and that only with the proper ratio of votes).
However, I believe that if Obama wanted to suspend the elections he would by-pass Congress and issue an executive order(kind of like Lincoln at the beginnng of the War Between the States going into borderstates--like Kentucky--and taking over their legislatures before they could vote on secession.) This is where the explostion comes in. If Obama attempted such foul trickery I believe that all the true Patriots in this country would rebel. I am afraid that this would catapult us into civil war (again). This is where the really scary part comes in.
Because I am not an analyst, or as geo-politically asute as I could be, (nor am I a conspiracy theorist) what I am going to postulate next may be pure hooey: but if the U.S. was in great turmoil, such as warring factions would produce, I think that there are a few foreign contries--like Iran--that might just make life worse. While postulating these things, I am not denying the sovereignty of our great God. Not at all! God uses means to accomplish His ends; which ends are not always clear to us. I am also by no means a pessimist. However, I wish to be realistic and not deny that troubles come. So, whether, peace continues or the next couple of years finds me grasping my rifle in an attempt to protect my life, my family, my faith, and my country (something I do not wish to have to do), I must always stand fast in the knowledge that God is in control and His Kingdom will never fail. (As must we all.)
You may wonder why I think that other countries (particularlly the Islamic ones) might attack us if (this is a big if) we were to crumble into civil war. Islam HATES America. Why? Because, even though we may not look like it to ourselves, they still see us as a Christian nation. Here's my proposal. While I certainly deny anything like true political salvation, I see that God has used and continues to use means (or second causes) to further His plan. With this in mind, let us uphold, to the best of our abilities, the moral foundation of our country (which was founded on Scriptural principles no matter how hard it gets denied) and if needs be expend wealth and even blood to perserve the greatest nation to which God has ever granted existence.
STUDY HISTORY. THE FUTURE IS NEVER CERTAIN; BUT WE CAN LEARN BOTH FROM OUR FOREFATHERS ACHIEVEMENTS AND FAILURES.
Soli Deo Gloria!
However, before I address the explosion, let me preface that I see no place in our Constitution that grants either governors or presidents the ablity to suspend elections. If an election were to be suspended lawfully, I would infer that it would have to be done only by the Congress (either of these United States or the particular State). I get this inference from Article I; Section 4:
"The Times, Places, and Manner of holding Elections for Senators and Representatives, shall be prescribed in each State by the Legislature thereof; but the Congress may at any time by Law make or alter such Regulations, execpt as to the Places of ch[oo]sing Senators."
And, Article II; Section 1:
"The Congress may determine the Time of ch[oo]sing the Electors, and the Day on which they shall give their Votes; which Day shall be the same throughout the United States."
The first quotation concerns State elections and the second concerns Presidential election. There is nothing in
the Constitution about suspending elections--this is why I infer that, since the State Legislatures and the Congress have jurisdiction over other electorial matters, that only they could suspend an election (and that only with the proper ratio of votes).
However, I believe that if Obama wanted to suspend the elections he would by-pass Congress and issue an executive order(kind of like Lincoln at the beginnng of the War Between the States going into borderstates--like Kentucky--and taking over their legislatures before they could vote on secession.) This is where the explostion comes in. If Obama attempted such foul trickery I believe that all the true Patriots in this country would rebel. I am afraid that this would catapult us into civil war (again). This is where the really scary part comes in.
Because I am not an analyst, or as geo-politically asute as I could be, (nor am I a conspiracy theorist) what I am going to postulate next may be pure hooey: but if the U.S. was in great turmoil, such as warring factions would produce, I think that there are a few foreign contries--like Iran--that might just make life worse. While postulating these things, I am not denying the sovereignty of our great God. Not at all! God uses means to accomplish His ends; which ends are not always clear to us. I am also by no means a pessimist. However, I wish to be realistic and not deny that troubles come. So, whether, peace continues or the next couple of years finds me grasping my rifle in an attempt to protect my life, my family, my faith, and my country (something I do not wish to have to do), I must always stand fast in the knowledge that God is in control and His Kingdom will never fail. (As must we all.)
You may wonder why I think that other countries (particularlly the Islamic ones) might attack us if (this is a big if) we were to crumble into civil war. Islam HATES America. Why? Because, even though we may not look like it to ourselves, they still see us as a Christian nation. Here's my proposal. While I certainly deny anything like true political salvation, I see that God has used and continues to use means (or second causes) to further His plan. With this in mind, let us uphold, to the best of our abilities, the moral foundation of our country (which was founded on Scriptural principles no matter how hard it gets denied) and if needs be expend wealth and even blood to perserve the greatest nation to which God has ever granted existence.
STUDY HISTORY. THE FUTURE IS NEVER CERTAIN; BUT WE CAN LEARN BOTH FROM OUR FOREFATHERS ACHIEVEMENTS AND FAILURES.
Soli Deo Gloria!
Racheal
P.S. I modernized the English in the Constitutional quotes--I didn't want any one to think that I don't know how to spell 'choose' :) (It was 'chuse'--which actually makes more sense phonetically.)
P.S.S. Please forgive me if you cannot follow the flow logically; Daddy got home from town and turned Rush on! It's hard to concentrate when 'Maha Rushi' is speaking ;)
P.S.S. Please forgive me if you cannot follow the flow logically; Daddy got home from town and turned Rush on! It's hard to concentrate when 'Maha Rushi' is speaking ;)
Final Market October 1, 2011
Well now, I am done with Farmer's Markets for the year! Today was slow. Most of the stuff I sold was to fellow vendors. The Market Master bought the rest of the honey (one for her dad, one for her sister, and one for her aunt), and the 'Organic Lady' bought all the mustard greens and turnips! It's a good thing that I sold the rest of the doggie treats--we don't have a dog! (Of course, we probably could have found somebody at church with a dog to give them to.)
New Santa Fe was also slow; Daddy had the best market in Kokomo--four doll dresses and two aprons! Yippee! (In toto I raked in the most money--that is, minus the aprons.)
Everybody--at all three markets, stood around and froze this morning. When I got to the market I didn't have my jacket on (I get warmed up running back and forth with the final loading and set up), but I put it on before very long, along with my scarf (over my ears) and gloves. I love Fall!
Let me introduce you to an interesting picture...Your market vendors are all standing around in jackets and gloves and some of us had something tied over our ears. Here come the people (not that we really had a flood of them), with no jackets on and sandals on their feet! I felt like asking a couple of the ladies--"Aren't you COLD?? But I didn't...
There was this one guy who came to the market (bought a sweet potato pie!) who reminded me of my cousin Danny A LOT. If you'd taken this fellow's profile and Danny's I doubt one could tell the difference! There definately is a difference though, because Danny is blondish and this guy isn't. They even sounded somewhat alike. I wonder how Danny's doing...haven't seen him in over a year...
I really ought to go put the stuff we brought home away. I don't know what it is about doing these markets, but when we come home we just want to laze around and not do any thing. (Probably has something to do with getting going a couple hours earlier than we normally do.) Besides, socializing can be tiring, though I don't know why...just is sometimes. Of course, being either hot or cold will make one tired too...someone had better tell me to get off of here, because now I am just rambling.
Have a lovely Lord's Day!
New Santa Fe was also slow; Daddy had the best market in Kokomo--four doll dresses and two aprons! Yippee! (In toto I raked in the most money--that is, minus the aprons.)
Everybody--at all three markets, stood around and froze this morning. When I got to the market I didn't have my jacket on (I get warmed up running back and forth with the final loading and set up), but I put it on before very long, along with my scarf (over my ears) and gloves. I love Fall!
Let me introduce you to an interesting picture...Your market vendors are all standing around in jackets and gloves and some of us had something tied over our ears. Here come the people (not that we really had a flood of them), with no jackets on and sandals on their feet! I felt like asking a couple of the ladies--"Aren't you COLD?? But I didn't...
There was this one guy who came to the market (bought a sweet potato pie!) who reminded me of my cousin Danny A LOT. If you'd taken this fellow's profile and Danny's I doubt one could tell the difference! There definately is a difference though, because Danny is blondish and this guy isn't. They even sounded somewhat alike. I wonder how Danny's doing...haven't seen him in over a year...
I really ought to go put the stuff we brought home away. I don't know what it is about doing these markets, but when we come home we just want to laze around and not do any thing. (Probably has something to do with getting going a couple hours earlier than we normally do.) Besides, socializing can be tiring, though I don't know why...just is sometimes. Of course, being either hot or cold will make one tired too...someone had better tell me to get off of here, because now I am just rambling.
Have a lovely Lord's Day!