Take Time To Read Every Day

 

"There is more treasure in books than in

  all the pirate's loot on Treasure Island."

Walt Disney

Story Time

Kathy Lawrence

Picture courtesy/Great Big Canvas

Throwback Thursday: Flour-Sack Underwear

 

When I was a maiden,  fair

Mama made our underwear.

With five tots and Pa's poor pay,

How could she buy lingerie?

A maiden fair in all her flour sack flair.

Picture courtesy/General Mills.com

Monograms and fancy stitches

Were not on our flour sack britches.

Panty waists that stood the test,

With "Gold Medal" on the chest.

Little pants the best of all,

With a scene I still recall:

Harvesters were gleaning wheat,

Right across the little seat.

Tougher than a grizzly bear

Was our flour-sack underwear;

Plain or fancy, three feet wide,

Stronger than a hippo's hide.

In 1918 Gold Medal Flour sacks included patterns for
Goldie the Gold Medal Flour sack doll.
Picture courtesy/General Mills.com

Through the years each Jill and Jack,

Wore this sturdy garb of sack

Waste not, want not, we soon learned,

Penny saved, a penny earned.


Bedspreads, curtains, tea towels too,

Tablecloths to name a few.

But the best beyond compare,

Was our flour-sack underwear.

"Flour-Sack Underwear"
 A poem by  Ruth Gettle

Robert E. Lee

 

"I can only say that I am nothing but a poor sinner,
trusting in Christ alone for salvation."
Robert E. Lee

General Robert Edward Lee
(January 19, 1807-October 12, 1870)
Photograph courtesy/The Library of Congress

The man was loved, the man was idolized,

the man had every just and noble gift.

He took great burdens and bore them well,

Believed in God but did not preach too much,

Believed and followed duty first and last

With marvellous consistency and force,

Was a great victor, in defeat as great,

No more, no less, always himself in both."

An excerpt from the poem,
"Robert E. Lee"
Stephen Vincent Benet
(1898-1943)
American poet

The Raven Of Baltimore

In Baltimore there is a large graveyard

filled with many graves

each one bearing a different name,

and one of these grave markers

bears a name

Titled: Poe

for in this graveyard

the writer Poe now rests.

There too, is a lone guard

who watches over his master's grave.

A Raven.

It sits atop the resting place

only to say,

 Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore!"

There is one Person

who comes close to the grave

of the beloved writer.

On the birthday 

of this esteemed man,

before the blue hour

of the coming dawn,

the Person

only known to the Raven

comes bearing gifts-

balloon glasses

Courvoisier VS

replacing

Benny Haven's best,

and a single red, red Rose.

The Person 

gives a small toast in salute

to the unforgettable Poe

then vanishes quickly,

like an elusive phantasm,

 into the tarnished charm

of the old city streets.

Who is this Person

unknown to us

and  known only

to the Raven of Baltimore?

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore!"

 Nevermore!  Shall we know.

Edgar Allan Poe

(January 19, 1809-October 7, 1849)

Photograph courtesy/The Smithsonian

"The Raven of Baltimore"
Written by 
Aaron M. Kelly
Edited by Pamela Brida
(January 18, 2022)

Is It Really Happening? God's Name Appearing In Jerusalem?

 

"For the Lord has chosen Zion; He has desired it for His habitation:
This is my resting place forever, says the Lord; here will I dwell
for I have desired it."
Psalm 132:13-14

Is the writing on the eastern wall of the Temple Mount
another sign of the times?

Is It Really Happening?
God's Name Appearing In Jerusalem?

Israel My Channel
(October 2021)

The Bearded Bible Brothers Discuss Morality

 

In this episode, beloved bearded brothers in the Lord
 Joshua and Caleb discuss the subject of morality.

Joshua and Caleb Discuss Morality

Our Jewish Roots

January 18, 2022

I Could Never Do Without Thee

 

I could not do without Thee

O Savior of the lost,

Whose precious blood redeemed me

At such tremendous cost.

Thy righteousness, Thy pardon

Thy precious blood, must be

My only hope and comfort,

My glory and my plea.

The Glory Of Christ

(2018)

Spencer Meagher

Fine Art America

I could not do without Thee,

I cannot stand alone,

I have no strength or goodness,

No wisdom of my own;

But Thou, beloved Savior,,

Art all in all to me,

And perfect strength in weakness

Is theirs who lean on Thee.

I could not do without Thee,

For, oh, the way is long,

And I am often weary,

And sigh replaces song.

How could I do without Thee?

I do not know the way;

Thou knowest, and Thou leadest,

And wilt not let me stray.

I could not do without Thee,

O Jesus, Savior dear!

E'en when my eyes are holden,

I know that Thou are near.

How dreary and how lonely

This changeful life would be,

Without the sweet communion,

The secret rest with Thee.

I could not do without Thee!

No other friend can read

The spirit's strange deep longings,

Interpreting its need;

No human heart could enter

Each dim recess of mine,

And soothe, and hush, and calm it,

O blessed Lord, but Thine.

I could not do without Thee,

For years are fleeting fast,

And soon in solemn loneness

The river must be passed;

But Thou will never leave me,

And though the waves roll high,

I know Thou wilt be near me,

And whisper, "It is I."

Frances Ridley Havergal
Photograph courtesy of 
 the Havergal Trust

"I Could Never Do Without Thee"
(1873)
Frances Ridley Havergal
"Christ's sweet singer"
(1836-1879)
English Christian poetess
and hymn writer