September 22, 2023 a thought for today, If heaven made him, earth can find some use for him. Chinese Proverb

An upload for yesterday was “my choice.” This was taken a while back when I had a bleeding heart plant in my yard. Through some maintenance the plant was destroyed but I have this lasting image of it in its heyday. 

This is “newsletter” Friday. The third Friday of the month is when I have help putting the finishing touches on the newsletter. I had a bit of a stumble on it on this Friday morning. There was a note on the stack I had ready to finish. The note said that there was an extra envelope to put in it before mailing. The problem with that is they were already folded and we have to unfold them, stick the envelope in at the fold so they won’t slide out and then re-fold them. It would be easier and more cost and time effective (if we were being paid for it) to be told before the work was already done. 

Another upload for yesterday was “ice cream.” I like a little chocolate syrup and Reddi Whip on top. 

I had a phone call last evening from my wonderfully generous grandson inviting me and my sister, Sue, to come to Florida for a visit. I have mentioned that being on a beach would be wonderful and it would be. Honestly it is a dream at this point and maybe it will happen soon. The problem is first.  I don’t have a place to leave Sweet Pea without worrying that she would have a seizure. Second, there are still calls and other things still occurring in the process of settling things that I would be on my mind. Also I am at a point at the moment that I need a traveling companion and a way to take Sweet Pea with me which would mean going by car. The trip itself would be part of the adventure. I’m so picky, but I am who I am and it’s hard to “teach an old dog new tricks (ways).”

Brian was here cutting the grass today and will be back to work on painting the garage tomorrow and Sunday.

The first upload for today was “pasta.” This is one of the quick grabs from the frig when I am hungry and don’t have time to cook....prepared macaroni salad. 

The word today is money. He who controls the money supply of a nation controls the nation, James A. Garfield. With money in your pocket, you are wise and you are handsome and you sing well too, Yiddish Proverb.  Money is like sea-water: The more we drink the thirstier we become; and the same is true of fame, Arthur Schopenhauer. Getting money is like digging with a needle; spending it is like water soaking into sand, Japanese Proverb. Money makes a good servant, but a bad master, Francis Bacon. Frugality includes all the other virtues, Cicero. The sinews of war are infinite money, Marcus Tullius Cicero. Money is of a prolific generating nature. Money can beget money, and its offspring can beget more, Benjamin Franklin. A wise person should have money in their head, but not in their heart, Jonathan Swift. If you are poor, though you dwell in the busy marketplace, no one will inquire about you; if you are rich, though you dwell in the heart of the mountains, you will have distant relatives, Chinese Proverbs.  A miser grows rich by seeming poor. An extravagant man grows poor by seeming rich, William Shakespeare.  If you would know the value of money, go and try to borrow some, Benjamin Franklin. Only when the last tree has been cut down; Only when the last river has been poisoned; Only when the last fish has been caught; Only then will you find that money cannot be eaten, American Indian Proverb.

My other upload for the day is another of the “my choice.” One of the few roses I had on another plant that is gone from my back yard garden....another photo for the memory. 

We have a little more history about Columbus and a visitor in that history. The article is telling about an event in 1846, “Young writer travels to Ohio, Columbus in 1840s, eager to tell its story.” The article started out by saying that Columbus was different than it is today and went on to say that people here today are “partly the result of those who came before us.” When the “young writer” came to Columbus, he saw a “bustling and thriving village of about 10,000 people.” In 1812 the city was the new capital and had been a Native American site with the mound at Mound and High Streets. Columbus had the National Road and the Ohio Erie Canal. In 1937 the  “Depression” was called the “Panic” and trade and commerce slowed. In the 1840s German and Irish immigrants were coming to Columbus. Most of the streets were “dirt trails and a walk in the woods was only a few blocks away.” In the fall of 1846 into Columbus a “young man rode on a white horse named Old Pomp. His name was Henry Howe.” He learned the story of Ohio and planed to write about it for the world to see. His father had been a printer and publisher and owned some of the “best bookstores in America.” So Henry learned the trade and wrote some stories for the newspapers. He then went to New York to work in a bank with an uncle. He didn’t feel that was his trade so in time left there. He read a book on some historical subjects and was so impressed by that book that he decided he wanted “to dedicate my life to traveling and making such books.” He traveled back to Ohio in the area of Marietta. He planned “to walk across the state.” But after 100 miles he decided to buy Old Pomp and traveled on. The article related that he was a good-natured man and was working out his plan at a good time in for Ohio when pioneers and their children were still in the area “with stories to tell.” In 1847 he published a book titled "Historical Collections of Ohio." The book sold more than 18,000 copies. Eventually he married and moved to Cincinnati. He published more books in his career. Finally after another move he came back to Columbus. He is buried at GreenLawn Cemetery.

Pizza!!

Joy

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