Tuesday, September 19, 2017

September Scrapbook 2017 The High Chaparral

I thought it was about time that I pay homage to
my all time favorite television western series
The High Chaparral.

Thanks to INSP I can watch "The High Chaparral"
every weekday morning and on Saturday afternoons too!

In the mid 1870's a former
  Civil War veteran-turned-ranch owner,
"Big John" Cannon, his wife, Annalee,
 and son, William "Billy Blue" Cannon,
 along with John's younger brother, Buck, 
 arrived in Arizona Territory where they
purchased a run down hacienda
   in the middle of hostile Apache land

I had a copy of this book when I was a kid.
I often wonder now what happened to it!

 Big John, (played by actor Leif Erickson,) 
is determine to  reorganize
the ranch, which he agrees to call,
 "The High Chaparral"
 at the suggestion of
his lovely wife, Annalee.
 (played by Joan Caulfield).

"I christen thee the High Chaparral"
- Annalee Cannon

  However, Mrs. Cannon is still unnerved 
living in her new home surrounded 
by the untamed desert landscape,
 especially after she, her husband,
son, and brother-in-law witnessed 
the burning of a neighboring family's home
 by the Apaches.
  The Indians also took captive
 the children of the rancher,
which Annalee believes she hears crying
 one night outside at the High Chaparral.

Although one of the Cannon's ranch hands,
 a Mexican cowboy named
Vaquero, tries to warn her that the noise
 she is hearing might be Apaches, a still
  unconvinced Annalee believes it might be a child
 crying out in the dark and opens the
window of her bedroom to look out, 
only to be fatally struck down moments
later by an Apache arrow.

Although grief-stricken by the loss of his wife,
 in order to remain at the High Chapparal, 
Big John soon takes another wife, 
the young and beautiful Victoria Montoya
,(played by Linda Crystal)
 the  only daughter of a wealthy and powerful
 Mexican landowner, Don Sebastian Montoya 
(played by Frank Silvera).

John and Victoria Cannon

 The marriage seals a bargain
 made between Big John and Don Sebastian and is
first perceived as a "marriage of convenience"
 which later blossoms into true love.
Victoria's rebellious but fun-loving brother,
 the handsome ladies man, Manolito, 
(played by Henry Darrow)
also comes to live at the High Chaparral
 at first to keep an eye on his sister, but, is later
warmly accepted as a member of the Cannon family.

Meanwhile, Billy Blue, called "Blue Boy"
 (played by Mark Slade)
  is still grieving over the loss of his mother 
and at first resents his father
 bringing another woman into Annalee's house.
  But as time goes on, Blue learns 
that his beautiful stepmother is not only as strong-willed
   as himself, but gentle and compassionate,
and a kindred spirit, who encourages 
 him to fulfill his dream to be an artist.

Mark Slade later left the series and actor
Rudy Ramos was cast as young half-breed
Indian boy, Wind, who comes to live
and work at the High Chaparral.

Each week saw the Cannons protecting their home and ranch from renegade
Apaches, outlaws, Mexican revolutionaries, and sometimes hostile neighbors,
while opening their doors and showing hospitality to 
 a wounded Apache shaman, Victoria's exasperating, yet comical
 father Don Sebastian Montoya, ten little Apache children
on the run from hostile Pimas, a troubled young woman aspiring to be a nun,
 and many others in need of  shelter or assistance.

I always loved the way that John Cannon, although often gruff in manner,
was actually a kind and decent man, and a more than generous employer who 
demanded respect and loyalty from his ranch hands, and yet, he
 truly cared about the men working for him.

I also love that from the beginning of the series, John Cannon, unlike the
other ranchers in the area, was determine to live in peace with the Apaches.
He believed that the Arizona Territory was large enough for both the white
settlers and the various tribes to co-exist without conflict, and although
it was not easy, the local Indian leaders came to respect the name of
John Cannon who agreed to share land and cattle with them.

My favorite episode of "The High Chaparral" is the
Thanksgiving story entitled, "For What We Are About To Receive".

"Talking Turkey"
A clip from "For What We Are About To Receive"

This unique western series first premiered on September 10, 1967
and lasted for four seasons, the last episode airing on  March 12, 1971.

The original cast of The High Chaparral from left to right:
Back row: Mark Slade (Blue); Linda Crystal (Victoria); Leif Erickson (Big John),
Cameron Mitchell (Buck); and Henry Darrow (Manolito).
Front row: Rodolfo Acosta (Vaquero); Robert Hoy (Joe Butler); 
Robert Contreras (Pedro); Ted Markland (Reno); Don Collier (Sam Butler);
and Jerry Summers (Ira)

The Old Sampler

A sampler was a piece of  painstakingly
 hand-stitched, "fancywork"
 highly prized by women and girls
 in the days of America's Colonial past.

Out of the way, in a corner
Of our dear old attic room,
Where bunches of herbs from the hillside
Shake ever a faint perfume,
An oaken chest is standing,
With hasp and padlock and key,
Strong as the hands that made it
On the other side of the sea.

When the winter days are dreary,
And we're out of heart with life,
Of its crowding cares aweary,
And sick of its restless strife,
We take a lesson in patience
From the attic corner dim,
Where the chest still holds its treasures,
A warder faithful and grim.

Robes of an antique fashion,
Linen and lace and silk,
That time has tinted with saffron,
Though once they were white as milk;
Wonderful baby garments,
'Broidered with loving care
By fingers that felt the pleasure
As they wrought the ruffles fair.

A sword, with the red rust on it,
That flashed in the battle tide,
When from Lexington to Yorktown
Sorely men's souls were tried;
A plumed chapeau and a buckle,
And many a relic fine,
And, all by itself, the sampler,
Framed in with berry and vine.

Faded the square of canvas,
And dim is the silken thread,
But I think of white hands dimpled,
And a childish, sunny head;
For here in cross and in tent stitch,
In a wreath of berry and vine,
She worked it a hundred years ago,
"Elizabeth, Aged Nine"

An 18th century sampler by
 Elizabeth Everall, Aged nine

In and out in the sunshine,
The little needle flashed,
And in and out on the rainy day,
When the merry drops down splashed,
As close she sat by her mother,
The little Puritan maid,
And did her piece in the sampler,
While the other children played.

You are safe in beautiful heaven,
"Elizabeth, Aged Nine;"
But before you went you had troubles
Sharper than any of mine.
Oh, the gold hair turned with sorrow
White as the drifted snow.
And your tears dropped here where I'm standing
On this very plumed chapeau.

When you put it away, its wearer
Would need it nevermore,
By a sword thrust learning the secrets
God keeps on yonder shore;
And you wore your grief like glory,
You could not yield supine,
Who wrought in your patient childhood,
"Elizabeth, Aged Nine".

Out of the way, in a corner,
With hasp and padlock and key,
Stands the oaken chest of my fathers
That came from over the sea;
And the hillside herbs above it
Shake odors fragrant and fine,
And here on its lid is a garland
To "Elizabeth, Aged Nine."

For love is of the immortal,
And patience is sublime,
And trouble a thing of every day,
And touching every time;
And childhood sweet and sunny,
And womanly truth and grace,
Ever can light life's darkness
And bless earth's lowliest place.

Little Pilgrim
Katherine Tucker

"The Old Sampler"
M.E. Sangster

Monday, September 18, 2017

She Chose Forgiveness

Courtney Siverling, one of the four young
American women victimized in the recent,
 horrific acid-throwing attack at a train station in
 Marseille, France reached out on Facebook
 with a message of forgiveness, and a prayer for
the healing of her attacker, a forty year old
woman with a history of mental illness:

"Thank you so much to everyone who has reached out to see
if I'm ok and/or has been praying for us. I did not receive any injuries
from the attack in Marseille this morning and we are all safe.
The French police and the U.S. Consulate have been wonderful
and we are so thankful for that.
I pray that the attacker would be healed from her mental illness
in the name of Jesus and receive the forgiveness and salvation that
can only come from Him.
"This I declare about the Lord. He alone is my refuge, my place
of safety, He is my God and I trust Him." Psalm 91:2
-Courtney Silverling

Courtney Silverling

In the wake of senseless evil, 
this courageous young woman
  has taught the world a beautiful lesson 
in mercy and compassion.
Her choice to forgive reflects within her spirit
  the very nature of Christ Himself.
I dedicate this post to her today.
 May God bless you, Courtney.

Decide to forgive
For resentment is negative
Resentment is poisonous
Resentment diminishes and devours the self.
Be the first to forgive,
To smile and to take the first step.
And you will see happiness bloom
On the face of your human brother or sister.
Be always the first
Do not wait for others to forgive
For by forgiving
You become the master of fate
The fashioner of life
The doer of miracles
To forgive is the highest
Most beautiful form of love.
In return you will receive
Untold peace and happiness.

Here is the program for achieving a
truly forgiving heart:

Sunday: Forgive yourself.

Monday: Forgive your family.

Tuesday: Forgive your friends and associates.

Wednesday: Forgive across economic lines within your nation.

Thursday: Forgive across cultural lines within your own nation.

Friday: Forgive across political lines within your own nation.

Saturday: Forgive other nations.

Only the brave know how to forgive.
A coward never forgives.
It is not in his nature.

"Decide To Forgive"
Written by Robert Muller
From the book, "Dear Abby's "Keepers"
By Abigail Van Buren

Sunday, September 17, 2017

A Sabbath Story

"Six days you shall gather it, but
on the seventh day, the Sabbath, there
shall be none...So the people rested
on the seventh day."
Exodus 16:26,30

Scene from a 19th century English barber shop

"Let the consequences of your obedience be
left up to God." 
-Oswald Chambers

"Respect For The Sabbath Rewarded"
Author Unknown

In the city of Bath, not many years since,
lived a barber who made a practice of following
his ordinary occupation on the Lord's day.
As he was on the way to his morning's employment,
he happened to look into some place of worship
just as the minister was giving out his text.

"Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy."

He listened long enough to be convinced that
he was constantly breaking the laws of God and man
by shaving and dressing his customers on the Lord's day.
He became uneasy, and went with a heavy heart to his Sabbath task.

At length he took courage, and opened his mind to his minister,
who advised him to give up the Sabbath work, and worship God.
He replied that beggary would be the consequence.
He had a flourishing trade, but it would almost all be lost.
At length, after many a sleepless night spent in weeping
and praying, he was determined to cast all his care upon God,
as the more he reflected, the more his duty became apparent.

He discontinued his Sabbath work, went constantly and early
to the public services of religion, and soon enjoyed that satisfaction
of mind which is one of the rewards of doing our duty, and that
peace which the world can neither give or take away.
The consequence he foresaw actually followed.
His genteel customers left him, and he was nicknamed,
"Puritan" or "Methodist". He was obliged to give up
his fashionable shop, and, in the course of years, became
so reduced as to take a cellar under the old market house
and shave the poorer people.

One Saturday evening, between light and dark, a stranger
from one of the coaches, asking for a barber, was directed by
the hostler to the cellar opposite. Coming in hastily, he requested
to be shaved quickly, while they changed horses, as he did not
like to violate the Sabbath.

This was touching the barber on a tender chord. He burst into tears;
asked the stranger to lend him a half-penny to buy a candle,
as it was not light enough to shave him with safety. He did so,
revolving in his mind the extreme poverty to which the
poor man must be reduced.

When shaved, he said, "There must be something extraordinary
in your history, which I have not now time to hear. 
Here is a half a crown for you. When I return I will call
and investigate your case. What is your name?"
"William Reed," said the astonished barber.
"William Reed?" echoed the stranger: William Reed?
By your dialect you are from the West."
"Yes, sir, from Kingston near Taunton." (the barber replied).
"William Reed from Kingston near Taunton? What was
your father's name?" (asked the stranger)
"Thomas" (said the barber)
"Had he any brother?" (asked the barber).
"Yes, sir, one, after whom I was named; but he went to
the Indies, and, as we never heard from him,
 we supposed him to be dead."

"Come along, follow me," said the stranger, "I am going to
see a person who says his name is William Reed, of Kingston,
near Taunton. Come and confront him. If you prove to be indeed
he who says you are, I have glorious news for you. Your uncle is
dead, and has left an immense fortune, which I will put you in
possession of when all legal doubts are removed."

They went by the coach; saw the pretended William Reed,
and proved him to be an impostor. The stranger, who was a 
pious attorney, was soon legally satisfied of the barber's identity,
and told him that he had advertised him in vain.

Providence had now thrown him in his way in a most 
extraordinary manner, and he had great pleasure in transferring
a great many thousand pounds to a worthy man, the rightful
heir of the property. Thus was man's extremity God's opportunity.
Had the poor barber possessed one half-penny, or even had credit for
a candle, he might have remained unknown for years; but he 
trusted God, who never said, "Seek ye My face." in vain.

Sabbath Song
Zemer Levav

"Respect For The Sabbath Rewarded"
From McGuffey's Fifth Eclectic Reader
Revised Edition
John Wiley and Sons

The Glorious Document: Celebrating Constitution Day 2017

"...and proclaim liberty throughout all the land
to all its inhabitants."
Leviticus 25:10

"We The People of the United States,
in Order to form a more perfect Union,
establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility,
provide for the common defense,
promote the general Welfare,
and secure the Blessings of Liberty,
to ourselves and our Posterity,
so ordain and establish this Constitution 
for the United States of America..."
 Preamble of the United States Constitution

Today marks the 230th anniversary of the signing of the
United States Constitution.  On September 17, 1787 thirty nine
courageous delegates to the Constitutional Convention in Philadelphia
were able to set aside their differences and come together in mutual
agreement to sign this glorious document granting the privileges of 
citizenship and freedom to all Americans as one nation
under Almighty God.

Constitution Day History Lesson
David Barton and Tim Barton

Third Sunday Meditation: Oh, Worship The King

"Bless the Lord, O my soul!
O Lord, my God, You are very great!
You are clothed with honor and majesty!
You are the One who covers Yourself 
with light as with a garment,
Who stretches out the heavens 
 like a curtain or a tent,
Who lays the beams of the upper 
room of His abode in the waters
above the firmament, Who makes the
clouds His chariot, Who walks on
the wings of the wind.
Who makes the winds His messengers,
flames of fire His ministers
You laid the foundations of the earth,
that it should not be moved forever."
Psalm 104:1-5

Sacred Space
Greg Olsen

Oh, worship the King, all glorious above!
Oh, gratefully sing His pow'r and His love!
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days,
Pavilioned in splendor and girded with praise.

Oh tell of His might, oh, sing of His grace!
Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space!
His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form,
And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.

Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light,
It streams from the hills, it descends to the plains,
And sweetly distills in the dew and the rains.

Sunrise over the Old City 
Jerusalem, Israel

Love Divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heav'n to earth come down;
Fix in us Thy humble dwelling,
All Thy faithful mercies crown;
Thou, O Lord, art all compassion,
Pure, unbounded Love Thou art,
Visit us with Thy salvation,
Enter ev'ry trembling heart.

Breathe, O breathe, Thy loving Spirit,
Into ev'ry troubled breast;
Let us all in Thee inherit,
Let us find the promised rest.
Take away the love of sinning,
Alpha and Omega be;
End of faith, as its beginning,
Set our hearts at liberty.

Come Almighty to deliver,
Let us all Thy life receive;
Suddenly return, and never
Nevermore Thy temples leave.
Thee we would be always blessing,
Serve Thee as Thy hosts above,
pray, and praise Thee without ceasing,
Glory in Thy perfect love.

Sunset over the Old City from the Mt. of Olives
Jerusalem, Israel

"O Worship The King"
Words by Robert Grant
Music attributed to Franz Joseph Haydn

"Love Divine, All Excelling"
Words by Charles Wesley
Music Beecher, John Zundel