August 8, 2022 a thought for today, Repentant tears wash out the stain of guilt. Latin Proverb

An upload of a photo a day image for yesterday was titled “I made this....”. This is one of six book bags I am in the process of crocheting. Each stitch is made with love for the great grand child it will be handed to.

Monday morning rolls around  again and I had a list to start it off. I got the information for the bulletin last evening so it was easy to put it together this morning. I actually got a bit of a head start yesterday when I checked the email. I had promised Ann and Judy I would get them a copy as soon as possible since they would be doing the music this week. Once that was done, I got a half dozen birthday cards made and the shut in envelopes printed. It looks like things are ready for Thursday printing a bit ahead of time.....I like that. 

The second upload yesterday was taken from my archives. I am on the lookout for photos nearly everywhere I go. They each teach me something, something different with each. It could be the aesthetic of it all, the lines, shapes and colors, or what I may have been feeling at that moment in time, what the image produced in my thoughts. Whatever it was it’s captured forever.

Sue was concerned that the refrigerator temperature was not low enough. I think I related earlier that we are having trouble with the freezer. Anyway, late Saturday afternoon, I called Home Depot and GE, after about an hour being transferred from here to there and a bunch of mechanical directions and questions I was able to talk to someone to arrange for a repair person to come out. The appointment was for the 17th with the promise that it work order would be noted as an emergency so that we might get quicker service. This morning I had Sue make some more calls to see if someone could tell us how to set the refrigerator temperature. We know where the control is but when we press the place as instructed there is no numeral showing. While Sue was calling some places I got a call that the repair person will be out sometime today. 

I also needed to do some straightening in the kitchen so that took a good bit of time. All of that is done now so I think I can slow down for the day. 

An up load for today’s photo of the day is “I work here....”. Like everyone, I “work” in many different “places”. This on is the dinner hour place. 

The word for today is culture.  Culture makes all men gentle. Menander. No occupation is so delightful to me as the culture of the earth, and no culture comparable to that of the garden. Thomas Jefferson. Hatred is something peculiar. You will always find it strongest and most violent where there is the lowest degree of culture. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.  It is not part of a true culture to tame tigers, any more than it is to make sheep ferocious. Henry David Thoreau. Culture is one thing and varnish is another, Ralph Waldo Emerson.  Every man's ability may be strengthened or increased by culture, John Abbott. Many-sidedness of culture makes our vision clearer and keener in particulars, James Russell Lowell. Culture is the process by which a person becomes all that they were created capable of being. Thomas Carlyle.  Greece appears to be the fountain of knowledge; Rome of elegance, Samuel Johnson.  The prosperity of a country depends, not on the abundance of its revenues, nor on the strength of its fortifications, nor on the beauty of its public buildings; but it consists in the number of its cultivated citizens, in its men of education, enlightenment and character, Martin Luther.  As the soil, however rich it may be, cannot be productive without cultivation, so the mind without culture can never produce good fruit, Seneca the Younger.  Politeness is the chief sign of culture, Baltasar Gracian. Culture is both an intellectual phenomenon and a moral one, Matthew Arnold.  

The second upload today, the one to Sudbury Photography Club”, for me, was a continuation of the first “theme....I work here....”, at my desk at my, computer, (with my ever present iced tea). 

Here’s just another little bit about one of the street from early Columbus and how it got its name. There is a story about the naming of Mound Street. Most of us in and around Ohio know that Ohio is popular for its Indian burial mounds. So Mound Street’s “connection to the ancient past”. The article called it, Mound Street, “a descriptor”. In the 1800s there was a 40-foot tall Indian mound in the middle of Mound and High Streets. Joel Wright was assigned to lay out the town in 1812, he named the street after the “ancient landmark”. When High Street was formed and reached the 300-foot wide mound it made a curve and went around the mound and kept on going. A note about why the mound lasted from its ancient beginning was for the “imposing oak trees”. Their trunks were three feet round growing on the mound. It was interesting for me to learn from this article that around 1820 a “local physician, Dr. Young, built a two -story house among the trees. Ohio was known for the mounds, maybe because there “were about 10,000 mounds discovered across Ohio”. When traffic became heavier in the area of this area of town the mound was removed. Clay from the mound was used to make bricks for “every initial brick building in the city, including the original statehouse”. After the original statehouse burned bricks were saved and used again in when the statehouse was rebuilt.

I don’t know yet what we will be having for dinner, the freezer repair man is supposed to be here anytime now until 5:00. We may have to order in or see what’s in the freezer. 

Joy

                    here’s one I came across in my daily journey