May 11, 2023 a thought for today, Unless what we do is useful, glory is vain. Latin Proverb
This is the day of “tasks” to be completed. With the printing done and the church business done for the day its time to catch up on some minor household business. First the laundry, an all day event. Now, the multi-tasking begins. I just cleared the dishwasher and the sink. Next on the agenda it the frig. Tomorrow is trash pick-up so I shouldn’t put the frig off until tomorrow as I would like. I heard one of the weather announcers say that due to the upcoming weather conditions it probably wouldn’t be a problem to start with the outdoor plant situations a little ahead of the typical “after Mother’s Day rule”. So I am beginning the project of moving the houseplants outside for their annual “vacation”. There are two out now, maybe two or three more before the last of the laundry is done and it is time to think about dinner.
The sound of lawnmower music is in the air also today. Now all I need is for there to be just a bit of a breeze so the wind chimes are playing. Spring is really here. The weather picture today is completing the whole mood and feel.
Bob is still resting from the beginning of his initial and upcoming treatments. So we are developing and getting a feel for new living arrangements. He is home more often now, for a while, and we have to practice a choreograph of sorts. We are making a few changes here while still trying to keep most things as close to routine as we can for comfort.
The word for today is memory. Happy moments for which I hope no longer, but whose precious memory death alone can take from me! Giacomo Casanova. I look back on it as if through rainbows, the bit of sunshine hers, the tears my own. Thomas Carlyle. When Memory rings her bell, let all the thoughts run in. Emily Dickinson. Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints, Chief Seattle. Memory is the treasure house of the mind wherein the monuments thereof are kept and preserved, Thomas Fuller. Of what significance are the things you can forget, Henry David Thoreau. Fond memory brings the light of other days around me, Sir Thomas More. Memory is the scribe of the soul, Aristotle. Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories. Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart, Thomas Fuller. We only labor to stuff the memory, and leave the conscience and the understanding unfurnished and void. Michel de Montaigne. Pictures and shapes are but secondary objects and please or displease only in the memory. Francis Bacon. Memory is the mother of all wisdom. Aeschylus Memory in youth is active and easily impressible; in old age it is comparatively callous to new impressions, but still retains vividly those of earlier years. Charlotte Bronte.
Here is a story about another part of our close by community. This one is about a quaint small town near Columbus called Plain City. Plain City was a favorite hunting and camping spot for prehistoric Indians. They traveled along the Big Darby Creek Valley after the glaciers were gone 16,000 years ago. It was once known as the Virginia Military District. There was a nine-year-old boy who was “captured by Indians in 1782" and was raised by them near Zanesfield. He moved around in close by areas. One of the cabins he lived in as he got older was along a creek “east of the present North Avenue”. He eventually acquired some land and built a cabin on Chillicothe Road. Another gentleman connected with the history of Plain City was born in New York n in 1797. In 1814 he moved to Ohio having moved to then from Pennsylvania. He came to “make payment” on land, now where Plain City is located, for his father. He went back to Pennsylvania, became a doctor, married (his first cousin), and returned to Ohio in 1817. At time he lived in Trickle Creek. A year later he moved to Darby Township and “began laying out a new town”. That area of Ohio was growing and counties were formed. Madison County was formed in 1810 and included Darby Township and “extended into part of Union County”. Land in the area became Westminister whose name was changed to Pleasant Valley. It grew slowly. It was located on Post Road where travelers passed by. There was a log cabin which was “surrounded with underbrush and thickets of hazel and plum, served as the first hotel”. Soon more buildings sprang up, a post office was formed, a blacksmith shop sprang up, and a flour mill all added to the growth of this small city. In the 1850s slavery and abolition added to the growth and a portion of the Underground Railroad was established. Some of the newly freed people stayed there. Adding to its history was the “funeral train of Abraham Lincoln passed through”. Because there were several places called Pleasant Valley there was a bill to change the name to Plain City. Citizens helped keep the street in good condition. In 1885 a brick building was erected and became the jail, a storage area for fire equipment and some council rooms. This building still exists. The city continued to grow. The street lights were added, utilities were established, a town clock came into being, an opera house sprang up. Sheep and cattle “were driven through the center of town and down”. A three-story brick school was built which was a working school from 1891 to 1936, then it was torn down and a new school built. In 1959 the Big Darby overflowed with another major flood in 1997. The city experienced a tornado that destroyed many trees, some being over 150 years old. Plain City continues to make history.
I think it is going to be hamburgers and fries for dinner.
Joy
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