May 29, 2023 a thought for today, A house has the character of the man who lives in it. Traditional Proverb
An upload for yesterday was “I do this on Sundays....” Church....every Sunday.
I have my Monday morning part of the bulletin done. Then started my letter before Sue and I got ready to go to the hospital to visit with Bob. Due to the weekend and the holiday he had to stay in longer than he would have if all of the tests been completed a day earlier. He will be there until at least Wednesday.
After getting back from the hospital and this being a holiday I feel lazy so I doubt that I am going to get much done today. Except to enjoy the gorgeous day. I hear no lawn equipment working, only the gentle sound of the wind chimes.
Another upload for yesterday is this image of texture. An old piece of wood and aged bricks and blocks with weeds that have found there way in a crack.The word for today is past. The past is not a package one can lay away. Emily Dickinson. Words of snow, which fell last year. German saying. A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories. Honore de Balzac. The Past -- the dark unfathomed retrospect! The teeming gulf --the sleepers and the shadows! The past! the infinite greatness of the past! For what is the present after all but a growth out of the past? Walt Whitman. Some are so very studious of learning what was done by the ancients that they know not how to live with the moderns. William Penn. It is foolish to try to live on past experience. It is very dangerous, if not a fatal habit, to judge ourselves to be safe because of something that we felt or did twenty years ago. Charles H. Spurgeon. Whats past is prologue. William Shakespeare. Nothing impresses the mind with a deeper feeling of loneliness than to tread the silent and deserted scene of former flow and pageant. Washington Irving. That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind. William Wordsworth. Human life may be regarded as a succession of frontispieces. The way to be satisfied is never to look back. William Hazlitt. To look back to antiquity is one thing, to go back to it is another. Charles Caleb Colton. There is no past that we can bring back by longing for it. There is only an eternally new now that builds and creates itself out of the Best as the past withdraws, Johann von Goethe. The next day is never so good as the day before. Publilius Syrus. Look back over the past, with its changing empires that rose and fell, and you can foresee the future, too. Marcus Aurelius. The past, the present and the future are really one: they are today. Harriet Beecher Stowe. What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past. Victor Hugo.
Today one of the uploads was “I wore this...” . I could locate only one of the pair of my gardening gloves that I wore but then I was only using one hand to move the saw dust so I only needed one.A story fit for today ...... Memorial Day. After the Civil War “a former Union general took a holiday originated by former Confederates and helped spread it across the entire country”. In 1866 in the Confederate States there was a celebrated holiday to honor military dead. In 1868 it was “adopted” by the United States. In the Memorial Day in the south, 1866, in Columbus, Georgia, families, especially women, decorated graves of Confederate soldiers and, unexpectedly some of former enemies who fought for the Union. The Cleveland Daily Leader, and the New York Commercial Advertiser, “lauded the Southern women” for this respectful act. Of course, as is common in society, not all had “interest in conciliation”. But one who agreed with the sentiment, Francis Miles Finch, wrote a poem called “The Blue and the Gray.” He was quoted as saying “It struck me that the South was holding out a friendly hand”. The poem became widely known. In the 19th century school children were required to memorize the poem. So by 1867 it was a “familiar phenomenon throughout the recently reunited country”. This all began a period of “burying the hatchet” between the north and south and led to laying flowers on the graves of both sides. This act of sharing respect grew to include a “10-year-old who made a wreath of flowers and sent it to the overseer of the holiday....with the following note attached, published in The New Hampshire Patriot on July 15, 1868: “Will you please put this wreath upon some rebel soldier’s grave?” The article ended with this thought: “the early evolution of the Memorial Day holiday was a manifestation of Lincoln’s hope for reconciliation between North and South.”
The second photo for today was from the archives. It was taken when I made a trip I made to the Ohio State House on a photo excursion. I wanted photos of some of the gorgeous architecture that is in that building.Haven’t decided yet on dinner for tonight. I think Lima Bean Soup as a base.
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