February 9, 2022 a thought for the day, We have but one soul to lose. Sicilian Proverb

Another day at home. It looks much better outside today although there is still ice on most of the driveways. I learned once again that the ice is much harder to get rid of than just the snow. The temps are supposed to be much warmer so there should be a good bit of melting today. One of the weather men said, just a few minutes ago, that he thinks it’s going to take another week for all of it to be gone though. 

The photo a day challenge for February 8 was “h is for....”. I used “hubcap”. Going outside to take a photo of my hubcap was as far out the door as I wanted to go with all ice still on the ground. And I thought I would leave a bit of the snow in the photo too rather than crop it or Photoshop it out. 

Slowly, with Bob’s help, I have managed to get the car un-iced. There are still some ruts in the driveway and all along the street but I think I will be able to manage to get out tomorrow to go to the church and get the printing done for the week. I will have to get gas to, I’m sure, since we have had to let it run several mornings to just warm the engine. 

The second photo a day for yesterday was “zipper”. There are all kinds of zipper around the house. I chose my purse. It has five zippers and the wallet inside the purse has one. I think that was enough zippers to fill the theme for the day. 

I got some floor care done yesterday and some dusting but I don’t have much on the agenda for today. I spent some time rounding up some old photos for my granddaughter-in-law and great granddaughter. That was fun. It brought back memories of happy times. The photos were on one of my older external hard drives full of archived family and friends photos. 

The first photo of the day for today is “I is for....”. Well, this being winter and one of the worst ice/snow falls we have had in years is still quite evident. What a better photo for the theme. For some reason I couldn’t find any ice cycles but there is more than enough ice layers on everything outside to fill the bill. This one is on my back deck. There has been ice melt spread showing where the ice has cracked by the tiny pellets. 

I got a few small corrections back by email and made the adjustments to the bulletin. Then printed the shut in envelopes so I am ready to print and fold. 

The second photo today is “heirloom”. This gate leg table belonged my Aunt Margaret. I remember it from the time I was a small child and where it sat and remained throughout my life. So the table has to be somewhere more than eighty years old. When she passed away it was the only item I was able to keep from her things (I have thing for all kinds of tables).

The word today is practice. To practice five things under all circumstances constitutes perfect virtue; these five are gravity, generosity of soul, sincerity, earnestness, and kindness. Confucius.   Tricks and treachery are the practice of fools, that don't have brains enough to be honest. Benjamin Franklin. Practice is the best of all instructors. Publilius Syrus. To become an able and successful man in any profession, three things are necessary, nature, study and practice. Henry Ward Beecher. All men commend patience, although few are willing to practice it. Thomas a Kempis. The affairs of the world will go on forever. Do not delay the practice of meditation. Milarepa. Preaching is to much avail, but practice is far more effective. A godly life is the strongest argument you can offer the skeptic. Hosea Ballou.  One man cannot practice many arts with success. Plato. The painter who draws merely by practice and by eye, without any reason, is like a mirror which copies every thing placed in front of it without being conscious of their existence. Leonardo da Vinci. Practice what you know, and it will help to make clear what now you do not know, Rembrandt. For the things we have to learn before we can do them, we learn by doing them, Aristotle.  

Here’s another bit of history about Columbus and people who came here as we grew. This is one we may not have given much thought, young doctors coming in the early time of Columbus. According to the article it a remarkable occurrence that “men of professional training and expertise came to Columbus”. After the Treaty of Greenville in 1795 and Lucas Sullivant, the surveyor of the “northern reaches of the Virginia Military District between the Scioto and Miami rivers”, surveyed the area professionals began to come. Sullivant took his pay in land and began to form a town. He called the town Franklinton after someone he admired, Benjamin Franklin. After a flood in 1798 he surveyed land a short distance to the west. Now a few dozen families and professional called the village home. There were attorneys, ministers, journalists and the start of the medical services, doctors. One of the first was Dr. Lincoln Goodale in 1805. He started his practice in the study of medicine in Belpre. I learned from the article that Goodale’s father had been robbed and killed when Goodale was young so he supported his mother alone and brought her to Franklinton. In the beginning of his practice he took his pay in fruits, vegetables, and chickens. So he opened a store in Franklinton. I also learned from the article that the store was called a general store and supplied herbs, drugs and medicines along with the other produce and chickens. His practice and the store were successful so he then began to invest in land. Other doctors began to come to Franklinton. Dr. Samuel Parsons in 1811, then Drs. Pelleg Sisson and John Edmiston. After the War of 1812 Franklinton became a training center. Dr. Parsons built a home at the corner of Parsons and Bryden which eventually became the Columbus School for Girls. Dr. Goodale had purchased land north of downtown and eventually gave it to the city as its first park, Goodale Park. He also gave some land to Capital University. As Columbus grew it needed a medical school and hospital. This is when a man named Lyn Starling donated the money to start a “medical college and hospital”. It was built at Sixth and State street and was called the Starling Medical College. It soon, 1865, became St. Francis Hospital and was run by the Sisters of the Poor. The “medical college” and St.  Francis Hospital, on the same land, later became Grant Hospital. 

It’s going to be spaghetti for dinner. 

Joy

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