September 11, 2022 thought for today, Eagles fly alone, but sheep flock together. Polish Proverb

The first photo a day upload for September 10 was “I can hear    ”. I hear the music in the wind. 

I love Sunday’s. A great day to start again, fresh and recharged. We had a member of our congregation give the message for our church service today. He did an excellent job. He talked about the happening in our country known as “9/11". Mainly about one of the fire engine companies and a person they were trying to help as the second building was destroyed. It was a touching message. And for me, brought back memories of experiences my own fire family had. Heart touching experiences. Anyway the whole thing was relating to people helping people. And on a side note and thought, we had a member come back to us today that has been away for a while. I hope she continues to come back...we need her. 

The next photo a day upload for yesterday was “popup challenge...wood”. This was an old door with the paid cracked and peeling that was taken down and refurbished. 

After church we had a donut fellowship. It’s always nice to have that kind of bonding with like-minded friends. 

As usual for my Sundays there is not much on the agenda today so not much to write about. It gives me a chance to educate myself on things that pop into my head even if it is something I won’t particularly use at the moment but put away in my memory for a time when I may need it or something that is a tangent to its meaning. How glad I am in this generation of technology that allows me to gather knowledge in seconds rather than search one or more books of an encyclopedia taking hours for the same information.  

This is one of the days I had a third photo a day upload. This one was called “in the woods”. This is a tiny woods inside a nearby local park. I have added a motion filer to give it a “mysterious” look.  

The word for today is help.  Be a helpful friend, and you will become a green tree with always new fruit, always deeper journeys into love, Rumi. More helpful than all wisdom is one draught of simple human pity that will not forsake us, George Eliot. The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well, Ralph Waldo Emerson.  He has a right to criticize, who has a heart to help, Abraham Lincoln.  He who created us without our help will not save us without our consent. Saint Augustine.  I cannot and will not recant anything, for to go against conscience is neither right nor safe. Here I stand, I can do no other, so help me God. Amen. Martin Luther.  I was in my thirteenth year when I heard a voice from God to help me govern my conduct. And the first time I was very much afraid. Joan of Arc. The past is not dead, it is living in us, and will be alive in the future which we are now helping to make. William Morris.   No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another, Charles Dickens. Not for ourselves alone are we born, Marcus Tullius Cicero.   Do not ask the name of the person who asks you for a bed for the night. He whose name is a burden to him needs shelter more than anyone, Victor Hugo.  The deed is everything, the glory is naught, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. 

Todays first upload is “paint”. This is a photo of one of my sister’s original paintings. 

We all use paper, all kinds of paper so I thought this article about paper making in our community, actually about neighbors of our community, would be interesting.  There is and has been a papermaking process in the Scioto Valley. This papermaking story has been in existence in the nineteenth, twentieth, and twenty-first century. It is said that Southeastern Ohio is “an ideal location for making paper since water and trees are in abundance....the Teays River supplies Chillicothe  with an almost inexhaustible supply of water and surrounding forests’ supply a mix of hardwood and softwood trees needed for printing paper manufacturing”. The first paper mill in the area was established in 1810 where the paper was initially made from linen and cotton rags. The owners of the mill advertized in the Scioto Gazette in 1810 that they wanted clean linen and cotton rags and would pay 3¢ a pound for it. In 1852 descendants of the first paper makers bought a paper mill on Honey Creek in Chillicothe and was called Entrekin, Green, and Company. This mill was operated by different owners until 1871. In 1890 Colonel Daniel Mead of Dayton bought the mill at auction. After that the Mead Paper Company became a two mill operation (there was a mill in Dayton also) and would become an international company. Eventually the company “fell on hard times”. In 1905 a new manager, Harry Mead’s son George was hired. He was credited with bringing the company into an international business. George had a good history and education in business before he was hired. At first he declined the offer of the job but afer some time he decided to make the change. He had to “turn around the facility with dilapidated buildings and equipment”. During the depression he was able to keep the company in good shape. The company had grown and changed with his management. The Mead Corporation merged with Westvaco Paper Company in 2002. The mill on Honey Creek was the “engine” for the company and “provided a good standard of living for Chillicothe and thousands of families in southeastern Ohio”. 

The next upload for today is another “popup challenge....wood”. An image of a part of a replica of the Santa Maria that was docked on the Scioto River in our downtown are.

It’s takeout for dinner tonight ...... haven’t decided where yet. 

Joy

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