October 25, 2022 Force tells weak from strong for a moment; truth tells right from wrong all the time. Chinese Proverb

This first upload for October 24 was “dark”. I don’t shoot much at night. I do have a few that are pretty good but I didn’t have time to search the archives so I got this one of the half-opened door and the crack of darkness inside. 

It’s been a busy day. The cleaning lady was here today....she got a phone call when she and her mother were about done here. There was an emergency and a family member was being taken to Doctor’s Hospital by emergency squad. 

Just before she got here and as she was working I got the newsletter done up to the financial information part. That’s good. I should be able to finish it tomorrow hopefully before the end of the day so I can print on Thursday. 

After she left I was able to get a start on the letter for today before getting ready to go to church for food pantry.....

The second upload for yesterday is from the archives. This is one of our larger quiet neighborhood streets in the good ol’ summer time. There is a school bus and a walker in the distance. 

I am home from pantry. It ended up that we had a good number of people today. It started out very slow and we figured that would be the way the day was going but things picked up and we had more than the average number of visitors. 

The first upload for today is “light”. I caught this one when I was sitting at a traffic light. I liked the ray of sunlight hitting the bumper of the car. Then there is the man made lights along the bottom of the trunk. 

The word today is path.  No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path. Buddha.  Adversity is the first path to truth. Lord Byron.  Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence. Henry David Thoreau. Towering genius disdains a beaten path. It seeks regions hitherto unexplored. Abraham Lincoln. Remember when life's path is steep to keep your mind even. Horace. On this path let the heart be your guide, Rumi.  One path alone leads to a life of peace. The path of virtu, Juvenal. Mountains cannot be surmounted except by winding paths, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. Seek the wisdom that will untie your knot. Seek the path that demands your whole being, Rumi. Flowers are sent to do God's work in unrevealed paths, and to diffuse influence by channels that we hardly suspect, Henry Ward Beecher.  We should not let grass grow on the path of friendship, Marie Therese Rodet Geoffrin.  

This second upload for today was shot the other day when I was looking for “rainbow”. This is in the sanctuary with light shining through the stained glass windows. 

A little history about one of our communities. I have read, and seen, some quaint shops, quirky art in Hilliard Ohio. In 1852 a man names John Hilliard bought ten acres of farmland near Columbus. He counted on a railway passing that way as the Columbus, Piqua and Indiana Railroad. That happened and that land later became known as the Hilliard Station. In the west part of town the Applegate Tile Company grew. The clay near Big Darby Creek was good for making tile. Soon other businesses opened to serve community needs. There were mills, groceries, dry good and produce. There were “smithies”, shoemakers, dressmakers, brick masons and more. The first home in what is now called Hilliard were made of logs then brick. In 1836 Wesley Chapel near Hilliard “recorded the earliest known burial”. Around that a train coming into the area from Columbus to Pleasant Valley (now Plain City) cost twenty-eight cents. This is an interesting part of the article...the railroad station was made of three boxcars later replaced with a normal station structure. Early settlers lived in the cabins “made of trees”. Days would begin as early as four or five in the morning. The men worked in fields or hunted. The women “women cooked, made clothes, and raised the children....  The children attended school when possible and had many chores”. In 1850 there was a population of 770. Seventy-seven of them lived in an area called Scioto this is what Hilliard was called before it was known as Hilliard’s Station. In 1854 the post office was “established”.That was the same time that Hilliard’s Station became “Hilliard”. The original train station is now a part of Hilliard’s historical Weaver Park. In the present there are areas of  “rich heritage of residential structures and architectural styles can be found in the historic district along Norwich Street.”

We are having left over baked spaghetti for dinner. 

Joy

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