June 9, 2022 a thought for today, He who talks forgets what he said but he who listens can't forget. African Proverb
I got the police body cam DVD overnighted to the insurance company. It should get there this afternoon. We’ll see where this truth-in-photos gets us. I won’t be boring you with it much longer. I am running out of steam and am disenchanted by how many times the truth can be ignored.
I got the copies of the special bulletin and the weekly bulletin printed this morning. When Chris and I got to the church, I was surprised to see that there was a food delivery this morning. I noticed when I was running the special bulletin it wasn’t the size I had planned on. It would be a two fold on letter size paper. I wanted a two fold on legal size paper. So when I got home I did a third version and copied the information to the legal size. Rev Ed will have his choice of three sizes.
The rest of the day will be the usual routine for Thursdays, laundry and fixing dinner. Maybe there will be time for a little work on the next edition to the newsletter.
The weather has made another of its famous Ohio changes. I have the doors open today and a sweat shirt on as opposed to the AC and a Tee shirt. We had a pretty good rain storm last night and that dropped the temps.
My upload for this day in the month of gratitude is this country road. I’m grateful for the open spaces we have in Ohio and for farmers fields.
The word for today is accomplish. A gentle word, a kind look, a good-natured smile can work wonders and accomplish miracles. William Hazlitt. A hero is born among a hundred, a wise man is found among a thousand, but an accomplished one might not be found even among a hundred thousand men. Plato. Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. Victor Hugo. That which neither weapon nor flame could accomplish will be achieved by a sweet speaking tongue in council. Nostradamus. Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well, Vincent Van Gogh. I myself do nothing. The Holy Spirit accomplishes all through me, William Blake. To accomplish excellence or anything outstanding, you must listen to that whisper which is heard by you alone, Ralph Waldo Emerson. An integral being knows without going, sees without looking, and accomplishes without doing, Lao Tzu. Who waits until circumstances completely favor his undertaking, will never accomplish anything, Martin Luther. Do not wish for quick results, nor look for small advantages. If you seek quick results, you will not reach the ultimate goal. If you are led astray by small advantages, you will never accomplish great things, Confucius.
This is kind of an interesting story about a historical figure connected to our community. His name was David Beers. When he was small his family lived in New Jersey. When he was 7 he and his sister and mother were captured by a “party of Native Americans”. They were separated from their mother and taken to Canada. His sister was adopted into the Wyandot Nation and eventually married a Wyandot Methodist minister and moved to a reservation near Upper Sandusky. The brother and sister didn’t meet up again until there were in their 50s. Beers had remained a friend to Native Americans but lived outside the reservations. He spoke their languages and knew their ways. He eventually married in 1783 in Southampton, Pennsylvainia. The family grew to include 10 children. He and his family moved to Franklin County in 1803 and lived in the area of our city called Glen Echo Ravine. They built a house in 1804 that is said to be the oldest surviving standing structure in central Ohio. It is a log structure with dovetail joints. It is covered with wooden plank framing. In 1904 an artist bought the house along with a “daredevil Conn Baker” who was a collector of log houses. The house was moved to a new area at 30 E. Norwich Ave. Back to Beers life and his activities, he opened his home to Native Americans. A neighbor helped American soldiers. During the War of 1812 some officers and enlisted men took shelter in the Beers home/cabin and barn. They left some equipment in the barn. One of Beers interests was farming and trading. He built a mill along the stream that was called Whetstone Creek now called the Olentangy River. There were no other mills in the area so over the years it was expanded and modernized and eventually became managed by the Piatt family. The Ohio poet John James Piatt grew up at the mill and was “inspired by his surroundings.” The mill burned in 1902 but the foundation stones are still there. Two o f Beers’ sons “laid out a 40-acre town that was called North Columbus” and became “home” to military units in the American Civil War. “Beers is buried in Union Cemetery. His tombstone is relatively new and replaced an original stone that had become unreadable with age.”
I think it will be baked spaghetti for dinner tonight.
Joy
I think it’s need could use a bit of TLC
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