February 22, 2023 a thought for today The person in a hurry usually arrives late. Georgian Proverb

Last night’s meeting was productive and was finished early which is unusual for this particular meeting. Usually we are at least a half hour or more later than last night.

One of my uploads for yesterday was “insect”. I don’t have any images of insects in my archives and this isn’t the season in Ohio to find to many easily so I chose to use this “bulk pickup” shot relating that “I’m sure there is an insect somewhere in this ‘collection’. 

Everything is ready for print tomorrow. I did some small touch ups on the bulletin and put the last couple of fillers in the newsletter. It all worked out in good time. I was able to get ready for food pantry a little quicker than I usually leave. 

Food pantry started out slow and moved slowly all day but it was an ok number of families served. Gail was not there today so I worked with Dorothy. She hasn’t worked pantry for a while and seemed a little worried about getting back in the groove. She did great.

The next upload for the 21st was “your imagination”. I thought about using my filters in Photoshop to ‘re-arrange’ the subjects in an image to create an art piece but decided to use this one as I try to imagine what Sweet Pea is thinking about as she rests her head (from my spot in the front seat of the car, I might add) on the arm rest as she took one of her treasured car rides. 

We are having some pretty good weather these past few days. There has been some rain but the temperatures have been warmer this winter than in the past few. We had a few days of around zero temps earlier but seems to have passed after only a few at that sub-freezing temps. 

The first upload for today is “not mine”. The gift mine but the homemade contents are not of my making. They are delicious and comforting. 

The word today is conscience.  I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. 'Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but they whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves their conduct, will pursue their principles unto death. Leonardo da Vinci.  All tyranny needs to gain a foothold is for people of good conscience to remain silent. Edmund Burke. Every judgement of conscience, be it right or wrong, be it about things evil in themselves or morally indifferent, is obligatory, in such wise that he who acts against his conscience always sins. Thomas Aquinas.  There is no witness so terrible and no accuser so powerful as conscience which dwells within us. Sophocles.  Labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire, called conscience. George Washington.   Lord of myself, accountable to none, but to my conscience, and my God alone. John Oldham.  The torture of a bad conscience is the hell of a living soul,  John Calvin.  There is no witness so dreadful, no accuser so terrible as the conscience that dwells in the heart of every man,  Polybius.  The Conscience is a thousand witnesses,  Thomas Hobbes.  Keep Conscience clear, then never fear,  Benjamin Franklin.  Conscience is a dreadful thing when it accuses man or boy;  Charles Dickens. Highly evolved people have their own conscience as pure law,  Lao Tzu.   

My second upload today was this image I happened to capture on a foggy morning in the city. The title is “nature”. 

This article may give another bit of a peek into our city before it was a city. This article is mostly about the Wyandot American Indian tribe of people. To begin the article it told us that the people who “occupied much of the land from what is now Toledo to Dublin and Columbus were called Huron”. I also learned that due to the Treaty of Greenville of 1795, land in the northern third of Ohio was reserved for Native Americans. But in the next 25 years most of northern Ohio was “acquired”, one way or another, by the United States. Further on in the article, by 1820 the main “tribe” were the Shawnee located near Wapakoneta. There was also a Wyandot settlement near Upper Sandusky. By the 1840s most of the reservations were gone removed by boats to the American West.. “It seemed all Native Americans were gone from Ohio”. Once the Wyandots were gone, there seems to have been one left in Ohio by the name of Kihue. He was born in Upper Sandusky in 1837. He grew up near what is now Dublin. Many of his relatives seemed to have moved on. In 1878 he joined the Sells Brothers Circus and was called an Indian Rider. He met Buffalo Bill in 1893. In 1915, after traveling with the circus, he returned to Ohio to live in a “ramshackled” cabin near High Street and Morse Road. Somewhere along the line he had been called by the name of Bill Moose. In 1927 “he told his story to a local journalist”. He told when he was born and the fact that he was a Wyandot Indian. He mentioned his father and mother, they had lived to be over 100. He said there had once been about 400 people in the tribe. He told of how he had met Leatherlips and about Chief Pancake who followed him.  He said the tribe was religious, they called God “the Great I am”. The story went on to say the tribe “converted to Christianity by John Stewart a Methodist Missionary”. The majority of his tribes were sent to Kansas and Oklahoma. He went on to say that twelve families refused to be moved.  Kihue’s story went on to say he never married and voted for Abraham Lincoln. He died in 1937, “two months before his 100th birthday”. He is buried under some stones on Wyandot Hill along the Scioto River.

Hamburgers for dinner tonight along with French fries and potato salad.

Joy

                                  Oh well.....