April 18, 2022 a thought for today, The strength of a tree lies in its roots -- not in its branches. Dutch Proverb

It’s rainy today making it dull and moody for the day. The spring temperatures have left for the time being. I’ve heard that some places in Ohio are getting snow today.

The first photo a day challenge for April 17 was “a drink”. I had a fresh pot of iced (sun) tea and used it for the model. 

After church yesterday Bob and I made a stop for some supplies each of us need for household chores. Then we stopped at Kim and Mick’s for an Easter lunch. Sue didn’t make it with us because she was waiting for the twins to come for a visit. They didn’t get her until well after we got home. They are here for a sleep over and then will go home because they have to go back to school on Tuesday.

This is going to be a busy week. I got a start on the bulletin and a bit more done on the newsletter. I can’t do any more on the bulletin until I get more information sent to me. I will try to get back to the newsletter later today.

The second photo of the day for yesterday was “ladder-ladders”. These two are waiting to be picked up and stored. 

There hasn’t been any movement toward my car situation from the insurance companies. I didn’t         get the name and phone number of the other insurance company rep last week so I tried twice this morning to contact the agent from my company. I have left a message twice with no response. I think I will ask Lowell to make a call to them tomorrow if I don’t hear anything today. 

I have finished The Dark Hours by Michael Connelly and down loaded a new one by the same author, Fair Warning for my typical night time reading. 

The first photo a day theme for today is “a white food”. We had vanilla cupcakes that Sue just made so I topped them with whipped cream and got my assignment filled.

I may take a break, I am hungry for a chocolate nutella cake so I may take some time to bake it.....maybe not....looks like Sue and the girls are baking cup cakes. 

The word today is soul.  The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts. Marcus Aurelius.  The destiny of man is in his own soul. Herodotus.  A friend is one soul abiding in two bodies. Diogenes.  It is hard to contend against one's heart's desire; for whatever it wishes to have it buys at the cost of soul. Heraclitus.  Be at peace with your own soul, then heaven and earth will be at peace with you. Isaac of Nineveh.  Eyes so transparent that through them the soul is seen. Theophile Gautier.  Thinking: the talking of the soul with itself. Plato.  All things must come to the soul from its roots, from where it is planted. Saint Teresa of Avila.  Who ever is out of patience is out of possession of their soul. Francis Bacon. What light is to the eyes - what air is to the lungs - what love is to the heart, liberty is to the soul of man. Robert Green Ingersoll.  The human voice is the organ of the soul. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Nowhere can man find a quieter or more untroubled retreat than in his own soul. Marcus Aurelius. Grace has been defined as the outward expression of the inward harmony of the soul. William Hazlitt.  Re-examine all that you have been told... dismiss that which insults your soul. Walt Whitman. 

The second photo for today is “a parade”. I don’t see to many parades and don’t have any in my
archives but I do have this parade of geese looking for food at the park 

This story touches on how a popular club in our city got its name. The article started by mentioning that in the 1800s gentlemen’s clubs were popular. There was one here in Franklin County called the Wyandot Club. At that time there were seventeen “wealthy men”who were interested history and social gatherings”. There meeting place was in a building on the Scioto River until there was a fire in 1974. The club was formed in 1881. They purchased the land for their building in1891. The area was called Wyandot Grove. According to the article “it had been the home to Chief Tarhe “the Crane, a well known Wyandot chief”. So the club got its name from the name of the land and it’s history. At the back of the club’s building was a dock fo member to come and go by way of the Scioto River. There was no bylaws or constitution for the club at that time. They hosted a large annual celebration where various “prominent member of society” attended. At the celebrations the memory of Chief Tarhe was shared. The only way to get into this club was when one of the members left or died. Therefore, never more than seventeen members. The club devolved in 1924. Again according to the article the related that there was a “lasting marker of the club’s existence”, a memorial for another Wyandot chief...Chief Leatherlips. He was a friend to “early white settlers in the area. He as at odds with the Shawnee Chief Tecumseh. I learned that after the club was disbanded the river was directed in a different path. The dock was “superfluous” and later the clubhouse burned down. The article ended with “The ties between the Wyandot Club and the Wyandot tribe were in name, land and honorary memorials only”. 

I am making spaghetti for dinner tonight. 

Joy

on the rocks