February 20, 2023 a thought for today, The person who trusts is happy; the person who doubts is wise. Hungarian Proverb
I made a pretty prominent typo in the Ash Wednesday bulletin that I printed on Thursday so I went into church early yesterday to re-print them. I had made the correction ahead of time. So I was way early for bible study and a quick choir rehearsal.
I have worn myself out already and the day is only half done. I finished the bulletin...well, up to the couple of pieces I still need but they should only take five or ten minutes not the two hours I have already put into it.
Once that was done, I moved to the kitchen. I’m afraid the sink was full of dirty dishes so that was the first thing on that agenda. Actually there was one thing before that. I cut up the steak for the stew. I cut it in cubes and started the pressure cooker. So while that was running/steaming I began on the dishes. Once the dish washer was nearly full, I started on the frig. By the time I was finished with that it was full so I rolled up my sleeves and did the rest of by hand.
After a quick lunch break I will prepare the rest of the food for the stew. And my photos for the day.
The word today is connect. Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves, Chief Seattle. Loneliness is the first thing which Gods eye named not good. John Milton. A hidden connection is stronger than an obvious one. Heraclitus. Frequently consider the connection of all things in the universe, Marcus Aurelius. Happiness and moral duty are inseparably connected. George Washington. It is remarkable how closely the history of the apple tree is connected with that of man, Henry David Thoreau. All things are connected like the blood which unites one family. Chief Seattle. Sound morals, religious liberty, and a just sense of religious responsibility are essentially connected with all true and lasting happiness. William Henry Harrison. And is there anything more closely connected with wisdom than truth? Plato. Purpose ... is held to be most closely connected with virtue, and to be a better token of our character than are even our acts. Aristotle. The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains, rivers & cities; but to know someone who thinks & feels with us, & who, though distant, is close to us in spirit, this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden. Goethe.
This story about the history of transportation and of Columbus makes us think of other times and how we got from one place in time to another from the 19th century to now. This one is about stagecoaches in Ohio. It is said in the article that between 1815 and 1865 that “America grew at a ferocious pace”. Further on in the article that after some growth and ups and downs the American west became “free” of traders and of American Indians who lived in Ohio. That led to a “land rush” of settlers coming to Ohio . The land here was “rich and cheap”. The new residents soon found that it was difficult to get form place to place due to few roads “of any kind’. Columbus soon became home to “entrepreneurs of transit”. In 1814 there was notice of “post roads had been established to carry mail through the state”. In the beginning they were used by accomplished by horsemen and weren’t for public transit yet. Later “wheeled transport and mail service through Columbus” began to grow. A few years earlier in 1803 there was a man, Phillip Zinn, who had, before he came to Ohio, “conducted one of the ‘mountain ships’ that carried produce and goods across the Alleghenies”. This sort of transportation seemed to lead to the beginning of thought for more wheeled transport. William Neil came to Columbus in 1818 and he “built a log tavern across from the Statehouse.” He left the tavern to his wife and “went into the stagecoach business” here in Columbus. In 1822 he joined with Henry Moore in furthering the stagecoach growth. By 1840 he became known as “The Old State King”. He owned a 300-acre farm that one day became the home of The Ohio State University. So he enjoyed the “golden age of the stagecoach in central Ohio from 1830 with better roads to 1860 with the arrival of railroads”. There was a time that the coaches ended up in a race that ended up at the old National Hotel, now the present site of the Neil House. The early stagecoach lines were sold in the 1840s and the owners went into the railroad business.
I had a third photo a day upload called “straight out of the camera”. Here is another of one of my poinsettias.
We are having beef stew for dinner.
Joy
Another of those cones
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