February 12, 2023 thought for today, Old thanks cannot be used for new gifts. Italian Proverb

The church service today was a sort of Valentine-like theme. I didn’t quite connect story parts with the scripture but it was interesting. 

The first upload for yesterday was “this has wheels”. As I was waiting for my curb side pick up at Kroger, I decided to be alert for possibles for the photo assignments for today. Perfect....a grocery cart as well as the backside of an automobile. 

At times for differing reasons I seem to miss information for putting in the church bulletin. This week we had an instrumental solo as an anthem. I checked the information I was given but didn’t see which instrument it would be. I did read that it would be only a solo and not “accompanied (by a piano)”. So I read the composers description of the music and saw that it was written for the tuba and piano. I assumed, then that it would be a tuba. That’s what I put in the bulletin. It tuned out to be a trombone solo. It was announced (from the pulpit) that they didn’t think the instrument they were seeing was a tuba. That got a laugh. 

The second upload for yesterday was “fresh”. I had just come from the grocery store so the freshest thing I had in the house was the unopened groceries. After all the logo for Kroger is “fresh for everyone”. 

I, like so much of the world, am saddened by the recent earthquake in Turkey and Syria and the number of people that were killed. It is heartening to see the number of people trying to help with rescues in any way they can. It’s also sad to see the death in the current war between the Ukraine and Russia. I keep thinking about that fact that one of these sad events is man made the other isn’t. The right circumstances and a good  man or men with freedom in mind could stop the one from going on and on but so far it’s not happening. 

I seem to be in a downer mood today so I think I will stop with my days happenings here. 

Today’s first photo a day upload is “mirror”. While I was in church, I was thinking about every where we may have mirrors in the building. In this room there were five mirrors. I took a shot of every one of them to decide when I pulled them up in the Photoshop ‘darkroom’. The corner of this mirror with the small vase with a posy of flowers won. 

The word today is child. Sweet childish days, that were as long As twenty days are now, William Wordsworth.  The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day, John Milton.  We could never have loved the earth so well if we had no childhood in it, George Eliot.  An honest man is always a child, Socrates.  Instruction ends in the schoolroom, but education ends only with life. A child is given to the universe to be educated, Frederick William Robertson. A torn jacket is soon mended, but hard words bruise the heart of a child, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light. Plato.  Man is most nearly himself when he achieves the seriousness of a child at play. Heraclitus. The child is father of the man. William Wordsworth.  From the depths of the West of Europe, a young child will be born of poor people, he who by his tongue will seduce a great troop; his fame will increase towards the realm of the East. Nostradamus.  The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom. Henry Ward Beecher.  But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath! Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Genius is sorrow's child. John Adams.  Don't set your wit against a child. Jonathan Swift. 

The second upload for today was another beautiful piece of architecture in our church. The title on the assignment is  “hard”. This is one of strong, stable concrete columns in the sanctuary. 

The article is a story about bridges over the Scioto River. It relates how the architecture of bridges in general happen over the years as well as ways of crossing the river. The article opened with “The Scioto River and its neighbor, the Olentangy, which join near Downtown Columbus, have been at various times fickle and fragile, and at other times firm and forbearing”. Humans living in the area, Native Americans and ‘prehistoric mound builders’ never built bridges.  When these people needed to crossover the river they used other means, mostly boats/canoes. In 1797 Lucas Sullivant came to the area and bought land on the west bank of the forks of the Olentangy and the Scioto Rivers. He then built and formed what would become Franklinton. After he got the town started he returned to his home in Kentucky to ‘settle his affairs’. When he returned he discovered that the town that he had begun to build was gone due to a flood. He moved to a little higher ground and started again near a position which is now Gift Street. In 1801 he moved into his brick home in the middle of town. There was not bridge to cross the Scioto, it didn’t seem to be needed at that time. “The “High Banks Opposite Franklinton” was devoid of people, heavily forested” with an Indian mound and a ridge of plum trees and a pawpaw patch. People would get from one side of the river to the other by ‘fords’ ( The Old Ford, as it was called, was at the point where the Hocking Valley Railroad now crosses the river near the foot of Main Street) and canoe ferries (one of them was located near where the two rivers met). These are the ways people crossed the river for twenty years. In 1815 Mr. Sullivant built the first bridge. It was an uncovered plank-board bridge. People paid a fee for wagons and herds of animals to cross. Note: people walking to church didn’t have to pay. The bridge began to decay with use so in 1932 a new covered Broad Street bridge was built. It survived floods and was used for people and goods for many years. Since that first “covered” bridge there have been several replacements (uncovered) at Broad street with the latest having been opened in 1992. 

I think we will order in Ding Ho for dinner.

Joy

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