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Dave (everybody called him Shark Boy), changed places with Big Jesse, and shoveled the rubble onto the vibrating screen while Jesse’s trained eye identified the material left on the sifter. The sun began to have its way with them so they took . . .
I once had a teacher who said, “Thoughts held in mind, seek after their own kind.”
What I have come to realize is that we need to keep good thoughts in mind if we are to stay in balance and harmony.
It does no good to wallow around complaining . . .
Stifling summer heat continues to smother our hills while each foray outside is like stepping into a sauna. However, the garden flourishes in spite of the heat, with occasional thundershowers refreshing the crops. The country housewife forges ahead . . .
Happy International Left-hander’s Day!
Once again it is time for me and my fellow southpaws to celebrate International Left-handers Day on August 13.
The father of a dear lefty friend recently shares with me how he used to teach diversity awareness . . .
To anybody that knows me, (and can anybody really know anybody else?) they would readily affirm that I am not addicted to hugging. Let me point out very quickly I am not allergic to it either. I just believe a good hearty handshake says everything . . .
Like every other investor, you prefer not to see the value of your investments drop. But at some point they will fall simply because of the ups and downs of the market. And how you respond to short-term losses can help determine if you enjoy long-term . . .
The Hebrew word for anger literally means to “blow out your nostrils” or to “smoke.” That’s apropos, for we all know what it is like to get that fire burning and boiling on the inside, only to have it explode out the chimney . . .
We are missing yellow 3×5′ Smiley Face Flags from our home flagpole in Lake Shores Neighborhood. If you have seen this type of flag in your child’s possession without explaination, please call The Waynedale News at (260) 747-4535 to . . .
“I’m scared,” said Blinky, the lighting bug. He shook with fear. “Something is wrong with my tail-light. It won’t shine anymore.”
“I can’t see in the dark! Without my tail-light, I can’t find my . . .
Dave (everybody called him Shark Boy) and Big Jesse docked at Lovango and were lugging their excavation equipment up the hill when they saw the monk and the milkmaids hard at work. The monk was collecting dried sea salt from wooden racks while the . . .
I SAW GOD WASH THE WORLD
by William L. Stidger
I saw God wash the world last night
With His sweet showers on high,
And then, when morning came, I saw
Him hang it out to dry.
He washed each tiny blade of grass
And every trembling tree;
He flung . . .
Celebration 2011: Robert and Ardis James inducted into the Quilters Hall of Fame
It’s mid-July and once again it is time to trek down to Marion, Indiana for the annual celebration for the latest inductees into the Quilters Hall of Fame.
I email . . .
Delbert McLain dropped in at the Mule Barn truck stop yesterday for a quick cup. He was wearing his usual suit and tie, despite the heat. Usually Delbert does his coffee drinking and socializing out at the country club where the business guys go. We’ve . . .
If the heat of summer is making you sweat, here is a good Native American truth that I use, and it will help you also if you are open and receptive to the Creator’s gifts and blessings for us, His children.
Pour some water in a circle upon Mother . . .
Hot summer days sizzle along in typical July fashion, with droning honeybees visiting the flowerbeds and carrying their nectar back to the hive. Flowers take on a midsummer look with Rose of Sharon bushes putting forth their rose-like blossoms, and . . .
Quilting fun with Marty
the (former) nun
Nearly four years ago I begin to work for the Macedonian Patriotic Organization in downtown Fort Wayne. One of my new co-workers is Marty a former nun who used to teach business classes at Bishop Luers High School . . .
Part I of II
Once upon a time there was a garter snake that was born along with six other garter snakes in a dark and gloomy cave. He was different than his brother and sister snakes. He couldn’t see-he was blind. Not only that, he was entirely . . .
Dave (Everybody called him Shark Boy), and Big Jesse, carefully watched their step on the way down the steep path to Lovango’s boat dock while they planned tomorrow’s dig, but Jesse had not forgotten about Rooster Barrack—he insisted . . .
Hot July days simmer across our hills bringing orange day lilies, deeper orange butterfly weed (pleurisy weed,) vacations, and lightning bugs. Sporadic thunderstorms bring momentary relief from the heat, and water our gardens just in time. Green beans . . .
Great-Grandfather’s Quilt
Recently a woman brought a quilt to the Born Again Quilts studio in need of restoration. The quilt is a simple one made of fabric squares seams sewn together with big, now broken stitches precipitating the need for repairs. . . .
Mrs. Doc watched the dancers swirl around the cleared hardwood floor of the Legion hall, and smiled to see her husband, Doc, waltzing with Ardis Fisher. But Mrs. Doc was never one to sit out a waltz, so she looked around at the menu.
Over in . . .
Two books have caught my attention lately. From the title of this article you may be able to guess which two. A young boy resuscitated from death has his story recorded by his father in a book about heaven. In the second book, a young pastor apparently . . .
Camping out in Lindenwood Cemetery over the Memorial Day holiday were the 30th Indiana Volunteer Infantry and the 44th Indiana Civil War Historical Association demonstrating the life of a soldier and civilian during the 1860s. The public was invited . . .
The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and Yours Truly just finished supper and we were resting in the living room watching the TV news. Actually, my wife was watching the news while I was perusing a book. As far as I am concerned, nothing equals the . . .
In my prayer time and quiet reflection, I was thinking about the sacred pow wow drum and the coming together of people from all across the country. To us Native American Indians, the drum is the heartbeat of The Creator, and I don’t know of any culture that does not have a drum. I believe it is time for us to pick up our drum and join together in the sacred circle. Mother Earth will give us the beat, the rhythm, and say God Bless You. Dancing Feather P.S. If you are interested in forming a drum circle, please call, write or email Dancing Feather 260-636-2269 ebbing@ligtel.com Dancing Feather 633 N 75 E Albion, IN 46701
Dave (everybody called him Shark Boy), and Big Jesse were only halfway up the path to Santana’s old cabin before they received a noisy, but warm, slobbery, K-9 welcome but the milkmaids kept their distance. “Wild dark eyed,” Delilah . . .
Friday the 13th dawned bright and beautiful, with caroling songbirds and flitting butterflies rejoicing in the sunshine after days of rain. Light of heart (but not so light of foot!) I put the flat of flowers on the porch and headed for the shed to . . .
Taylor Gillie, her team’s big hitter this past year in Volleyball, recently made Bishop Luers Volleyball history! She became the first Luers player EVER to win the coveted (Tiffany Gooden) GLASS SPIKE AWARD given to the best Volleyball player . . .
My brother, James “Feather in the Wind” Ebbing, and I spent the day together, riding around in his pick-up truck, running errands. He turned on the radio, and we listened to a religious program. One of the things that were said was that . . .
Last month to commemorate Teachers Appreciation Day, we featured the 12 teachers who call Kingston Residence home. We would be remiss if we didn’t also take the opportunity to honor our Nurses who live here too.
May was the official date to celebrate . . .