March 27, 2022 a thought for today, If you lend your coat, don't cut off the buttons. Irish Proverb

Yesterday we had a church group who wanted to do a service day at our church come in for a four-hour period of time helping us do anything we wanted in the way of cleaning parts of our church. A few volunteers from our congregation joined them and they spruced up the sanctuary and certain other areas of the church. 

The first photo challenge yesterday was “an empty road”. This is from the archives. I live in the city where there are very few “empty” roads. This one is a country road not far from home.  

Today the sermon was good, the attendance was minimal, the friendship was abundant. 

The second photo for March 26 was called “minimalism”. I
felt the top of a lone evergreen tree against the gorgeous blue sky fit the bill. 

Sue had wanted to run some errands today so when I got home from church we took off for Walmart. It wasn’t for major shopping, just a couple items we needed to pick up so we weren’t gone to long.

So sticking with tradition there isn’t much else on the agenda today.

The first assignment for today is “a tree”. I have lots of shots of trees. This one seemed to have a message with the highlights and shadows and textured leaves.  

The word is secret.  The true secret of happiness lies in taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life. William Morris.  The whole secret of life is to be interested in one thing profoundly and in a thousand things well. Horace Walpole. Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience. Ralph Waldo Emerson.  The secret to happiness is freedom... And the secret to freedom is courage. Thucydides. The secret of success is to be ready when your opportunity comes. Benjamin Disraeli.  Perseverance, secret of all triumphs. Victor Hugo.  This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet. Rumi.  The secret of being a bore... is to tell everything. Voltaire.  Don't let your special character and values, the secret that you know and no one else does, the truth - don't let that get swallowed up by the great chewing complacency. Aesop.  Things forbidden have a secret charm. Tacitus.  May we have communion with God in the secret of our hearts, and find Him to be to us as a little sanctuary. Charles Spurgeon. I know that's a secret, for it's whispered everywhere. William Congreve. There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. 

The second photo of the day for today is “rotating”. There is a statue of a huge butterfly that seems to turn with the breezes at the park down the street but one of my wind chimes also “twists” in the wind so I chose to use it. 

I was surprised to see that Spaghetti Warehouse was one of the three haunted restaurants in Columbus, that is what the article today is about. The first one mentioned is the Spaghetti Warehouse. In 1891 it was an icehouse. In 1987 it became the Spaghetti Warehouse. It is said that the lower dining room may be haunted. The structure is in what is called the “flood plain”. Early on in our history people in Franklinton “suffered high casualties when the river rose”. The article said that they temporarily stored bodies in the cold storage area of the warehouse. It is reported that some guests have said the “ghosts....mostly children ghosts”. These children are in “period costumes”. One of the guests explained his sighting as a new waiter moved toward the customer he was serving the “tray in his hand inexplicable stopped moving, fell to the floor”. The lasagna sauce in the dishes flew “as high as the ceiling”. In another incident a construction guy working in the building at night left unexpectedly and had to send someone for his tools and wouldn’t talk about it. Kitchen staff say there have been events of flying silverware. The next of the three haunted places is Schmidt’s Restaurant and Banquet Haus. In 1886 it was a packing house and next to a livery stable. In 1967 the stable was converted to the restaurant. The “ghosts” seem to inhabit the second floor where there is a banquet hall for private events. In 1983 a mysterious fire sparked and “nearly destroyed the building”. Some of the ghost stories involve a women who was know to the staff and crew in the business. There were foot steps when none was there. Sometimes even a scent of perfume, sometimes a reflection in a mirror. Once a customer saw a red headed women in old clothing on the stairs. A family portrait hanging on the wall resembled the vision. Tables and chairs are sometimes moved out of place, things fall for no reason. There have been the sound of doors shutting, there have been unexplained water stains. The third restaurant mentioned as haunted it the Elevator Brewery and Draught Haus. It was built in 1897 and was used for different purposes over the yeas. There was a pool hall, barber shop, boxing ring and once a brothel. In time The Clock restaurant was located there on the first floor. One of the stories is about a well known “gentleman and womanizer was stabbed in the front of the restaurant...by a scorned woman”, he died on the floor by the bar. The woman was barefoot and it was snowing outside. It is said that now when is snows her foot prints can be seen in the snow. Also mentioned that the clock in front of the restaurant stopped at the time of the man’s death and remained frozen for a century before it was removed. There have reports of doors swinging open and closed on their own. One time the hands of a clock in the kitchen moved backwards. 

It will be Taco Bell or Subway or KFC for dinner. 

Joy

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