March 27, 2025 a thought for today, Even your silence holds a sort of prayer. Native American Apache Proverb

The first upload for yesterday was “from below”. This is in my back yard, one of the two evergreen trees in the yard. I was standing underneath them. 

The second upload was “inspiration”. This is inspiration for many reasons.
One and the most important the inspiration of happiness and lifes blessing in the beaming face of youth.

The last upload yesterday was “finally blue skies”. So here is an image with awesome blue and white fluffy clouds to accent.  

Life today. This is “printing” day for me at church. In the past ten years or so it has become a staple part in my weekly schedule. It was a little unexpected this morning, Patti was already there when I arrived. She has gone back to work in an office down town. She had come in to get a few things done before she left to go on. So we had some time to talk. 

I got both the bulletin and the newsletter printed. I brought the newsletter home to finish putting it together for mailing. On the way home I looked for and found two of the photos I need for today.

Once at home it was time to start the laundry. Then I switched to multi-taking, this letter, Photoshop, and some time on finishing the newsletters. I also took some time to check three memory cards to make sure they are clear and ready for further saving space for our streaming services.

The first upload for today is “street”. This is a short street at the back of a mini shopping mall. 

This is another one of those days that the early spring sun is showing off. It’s about 57 degrees. Yet there is still a bit of a nip in the air. There was even a light touch of frost on my cars windows that needed attention before I could leave.  

With the annual report, the monthly newsletter and food pantry over for this month I have a couple of weeks to spend on other catching up on things like tasks that were let go around the house.

The next upload is “umbrella”. This was Bob’s umbrella. He was comfortable with an extra large one. I took shots from several angles and chose this one. 

The word is voice.  Let there be a door to thy mouth, that it may be shut when need arises, and let it be carefully barred, that none may rouse thy voice to anger, and thou pay back abuse with abuse. Saint Ambrose.  Unite liberality with a just frugality; always reserve something for the hand of charity; and never let your door be closed to the voice of suffering humanity. Patrick Henry.  The human voice is the organ of the soul. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Reading enables us to see with the keenest eyes, to hear with the finest ears, and listen to the sweetest voices of all time. James Russell Lowell.  I speak and speak, but the listener retains only the words he is expecting. It is not the voice that commands the story: it is the ear. Marco Polo. It is impossible that the whisper of a faction should prevail against the voice of a nation. Lord John Russell.  The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice. Lord Byron. The message behind the words is the voice of the heart. Rumi.  There is no index of character so sure as the voice. Benjamin Disraeli.  Raise your words, not your voice. Rumi.  Two voices are there; one is of the sea, One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice. William Wordsworth.  The tales of our exploits will survive as long as the human voice itself. Augustus.   The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear. John Milton.  It is the folly of too many to mistake the echo of a London coffee-house for the voice of the kingdom. Jonathan Swift.  

The last upload for today is “something” shiny”. This is an air freshener that was in my car when I bought it. As the sun fell on it I noticed the shine and decided to use it as my upload today. 

Article: I was doing some research on a story to share with you when I came across a title about Columbus being mentioned in a national article. So I went a bit further and added some more information that I found on German Village, the nationally mentioned place. The title to the original article is “this Columbus neighborhood named by national travel publication as one of the country’s top destinations ‘with a foreign feel’”. “According to a survey of more than 3,000 travelers conducted by Turn the Paige Travel, German Village was ranked the nation’s 31st-best foreign-inspired destination out of 140 total named by travelers”. Some of the things mentioned in the survey is that it is a historic district with brick streets, German-style pubs, and a look of a traditional German town. German Village was developed between 1840 and 1914. Prior to the1850s German descendants came to Columbus locating throughout the city. In the1850s those coming to the South End felt at home. There were people who spoke German in schools and churches. The homes were “solid yet unpretentious”. It was a working class neighborhood “with a little bit of Germany”. In 1802 an “American Revolution veteran named John McGowan claimed 328 acres, most of what would become the German Village”. As the village grew there were many little gardens of vegetables which made it to the “city’s market”. The schools in the village were so “superior” that “English-speaking residents of Columbus chose to attend them”. At one point in the history of German Village many “a business owner set up shop on the first floor and lived above the store”. Due to zoning classifications changes began to take place “during World War I and would continue through the 1950s”. During that time there was a decline in the village. “As Germans became Americanized, they depended less on the traditional German community”. What occurred was  “World War I, which stirred strong anti-German sentiment in Columbus”. There was a decline leading to the  “teaching of German in public schools was banned and German textbooks were burned”. A closing of the local breweries also declined between 1920-1933. Another article went on to mention that “by the 1950s, the area had become a slum. The city then demolished one-third of the neighborhood .....to make way for the new interstate highway system”. In 1949 a man named “Frank Fetch defied the common wisdom and purchased a house on Wall Street in 1949, determined to rebuild the neighborhood”. He created the “German Village Society in 1960 to promote the preservation and rehabilitation of the neighborhood”. He strove to reverse the “urban blight” that had occurred “through preservation and rehabilitation”. Much has been restored to an “appreciated character today: small lots, narrow streets and the absence of new development”. The village has been revitalized. “the neighborhood’s historic architecture” was saved “from demolition by successfully lobbying”. Eventually the “Village became one of the nation’s few historic districts with an architectural review board to preserve its character”.

I still haven’t made the chili I talked about in an earlier blog. Maybe for dinner today.

Joy 

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