Saturday, August 13, 2022

 August 12, 2022 a thought for today, They talk of my drinking but never my thirst. Scottish Proverb


The first photo a day upload for yesterday was titled “I saw this....”. On my journey through the church placing bulletins where they belong and passing by other areas, I came across this commercial sized dish washer we have installed. 

I really don’t have much on the agenda for today. Sue had a couple of errands that she needed to run so after a bit of computer work off we went. We took Sweet Pea along. She likes to go for rides in the car, unlike her last pardner, Sugar. Sugar hated to ride and whined all the way to wherever we were going. We stopped by the park so Sweet Pea could check out whatever other four legged friends had visited. 

My next upload for yesterday was these lilies that I passed on my way home from the church. 

I spent part of the day going through the grocery list to see what I would or would not have room for in our borrowed small frig. 

Natalie had graciously agreed to come by this evening to give Sweet Pea a bath. We think she may have been “skunked” again. The “aroma” is not too bad but it’s still there. 

My first upload for today is “I like to drink....”. Iced tea is my “go do” liquid for the day especially in the good ol’ summer time. 

The word for today is experience.  Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced. John Keats.  Experience is the teacher of all things. Julius Caesar. The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience. Emily Dickinson. Adventure is worthwhile. Aesop.  Natural abilities are like natural plants, that need pruning by study; and studies themselves do give forth directions too much at large, except they be bounded in by experience. Francis Bacon.  I've learned from experience that the greater part of our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions and not on our circumstances. Martha Washington.  It took me years to understand that words are often as important as experience, because words make experience last. William Morris.  What is the good of experience if you do not reflect? Frederick the Great.  After crosses and losses, men grow humbler and wiser, Benjamin Franklin. Experience teaches slowly and at the cost of mistakes, James Anthony Froude. The ground I have already passed over enables me to see my way into that which is before me, Thomas Jefferson. Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced. Soren Kierkegaard. 

My upload to Sudbury for today is the batch of yellow roses. I see this shade of rose as pure sunshine. 

I have never heard of this town so I thought I would give it a nod and share it. There is a lot of interesting “Appalachian” history in the “rolling hills” of Ohio. Places like “small villages nestled in the valleys of Athens, Perry and Hocking” as mentioned in the article.  These villages were called “little cities of black diamonds” because they were former coal mining towns. One of the towns in that area, twenty-five miles north of Athens, is called Rendville, established in 1879 and is the first integrated village in the state of Ohio. It is so small that it could be missed except for a “historical marker”.  Some of the houses are vacant, there is a small white church, there is a city hall and a two-story building with chipping paint. According to the article the only thing you can hear is “the American flag flapping in the wind”. It was a “progressive” village where everyone looks out for everyone else. The fist mayor of Rendville was an African American named Isaiah Tuppins. He was also the “first African American man to earn his medical degree in Ohio at the Columbus Medical College which is now The Ohio State University”. Many influential people passed thorough the village, many leaving a lasting mark on history. There are people trying to preserve the memory of these historical figures. One gentleman mentioned in the article said “.....the streets were dirt.....we did a lot of playing in the streets....basketball or football”. In describing the “political climate” the words were “ the small village in the middle of nowhere, with a reported population of 34, had an impact unlike any other at the time”. In describing the village as it progressed in the early 19th century, it was said there was never any racial tension with the immigrant population. People worked together “regardless of race”. It, Rendville, “can be used as an example for what could be....They lived together, they worked together, they went to church together”. 

PIZZA!

Joy

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