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Winter Quilting
Welcome to 2011!
The celebrating is over and the new year is in full swing, it’s time to get down to some serious restoration/quilting work.
Winter time is quilting time. No heat or humidity, no sweat dripping . . .
It was great to see our resident cowboy, Steve, here at the Mule Barn truck stop’s version of knights of the breakfast round table this morning. He’s been in the hospital for a while, getting his innards rearranged.
So what was it like?
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This was written by my dear friend, Paul White Cloud, and I felt it was so beautiful that I had to share it with all of you.
MY MORNING PRAYER
As I wake up this morning, may my eyes see the glory in the creations of the day.
May they see my . . .
Dave (everybody called him Shark Boy) and his dad the Captain said good-bye to the runaway monk Lambini, leaving the monk still protesting that he could not possibly produce what had been demanded by the Japanese yakuza cook at the Chicken Ranch—at . . .
Our hills have been shivering in the onslaught of winter weather, with continued snow and frigid temperatures that came suddenly and wiped away every vestige of warm weather. Long, jagged icicles hang from the eaves of the house and snow covers the . . .
Swaddling Clothes
At this time of year thoughts turn to the birth of a child over 2000 years ago. There is a textile associated with the birth with far reaching implications than I had ever known. According to Luke Chapter 2 verse 7, “And she . . .
Some day when it is windy and looks like it is going to rain, and we are feeling a little down, here is what works to lift our spirit.
Go to one of Indiana’s state parks.
Walk in Nature. Whistle or sing a happy tune.
Now, look up in . . .
I wear a beaded pouch that my wife Jane made for me many years ago. She put a lot of love into it. I wear it all the time, and I’m often asked about it and what I keep in it.
I keep memories in it – memories that fill my heart with joy and lift . . .
Part one of three
Once upon a time, many years ago, in the country of Switzerland, there lived a young boy named Hans. Hans was a good boy and had very nice parents. Since Switzerland is so small and squeezed between countries, Hans spoke three languages . . .
The closer Dave and the monk Lambini got to the shack, the faster they walked, but it still wasn’t fast enough for the girls from Amsterdam. Normally, the Japanese Yakuza mobsters made them walk three steps behind them, but now the girls started . . .
November days grow browner, mornings are crisper, and Thanksgiving looms very near. There is something about Thanksgiving that makes it more special than all the other holidays.
It must be the memories of that day that go all the way back to childhood; . . .
Freedom!
Where does the time go? 21 years ago December 4, I gave birth to my blonde hair-blue eyed baby Robert Eldon Eubank. From baby to toddler to child to teen it has been an amazing journey watching him grow and change into a 5’ 11” young man.
People . . .
Dave’s pace quickened when he saw the puffs of dust shooting up from the rock pile. At last, this was it! It was the same place that had appeared in his recurring dreams, and it fit every detail that Santana had once described to him.
As he approached . . .
The mellow air of autumn surrounds our hills and enfolds us in a warm and tender embrace. This has been a glorious week of Indian summer weather, which traditionally comes after heavy frost and freeze in November. It is autumn bidding a farewell to . . .
Tis the season for thanks and giving
As Thanksgiving approaches many people in our community still struggle. There are many ways to show thanks for the blessing in our lives by giving to others.
The Waynedale United Methodist and the Avalon Missionary . . .
According to Jade Haag of the Paw Print-University of St. Francis’ newspaper, the school gave all that it has; from September 13 through November 15, 2010. This year USF hoped to raise 56,000 items of food (350 faculty and staff times 160 . . .
Dave (everybody called him Shark Boy), finished hoisting the main sail and stretched it tight with one last powerful pull on the spool handle. A careful sailor, he then coiled the halyard, secured it to a cleat on the side of the mast, and returned . . .
October days slide by smoothly, one golden day after another, as cooler weather moves in slowly. The nights are becoming a little nippier and a warm blanket feels good. After the morning fog burns off, the days have been warm and sunny with drifting . . .
CELEBRATING A MILESTONE
Scouring antique shops and flea markets it is a real find to unearth a friendship quilt. Popular in the 1800s these autographed quilts are a snapshot of the women who made it and the woman the quilt honors.
Friendship quilts were . . .
Little River Wetlands Project, a local nature organization protecting more than 1,000 acres of natural and restored wetlands near Fort Wayne, offers interesting and informative nature events this fall.
All are free and open to the community.
Every . . .
Einstein rejected all fear based and moral religion. The only valid aspect of religion for him lay in the third kind of religion; cosmic religion and he attempted to describe this cosmic religious feeling in this article, which he said had been a part . . .
Native American Indians call their spiritual leader by many different names, all with great respect and reverence: Gichimanitou, Omeshanado, The Way Shower, Grandfather, Wakan Tanka, The Great Spirit.
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On Monday, November 1, 2010, the Fort Wayne International Airport (FWA) and the Greater Fort Wayne Chamber of Commerce kicked off the “Home for the Holidays” contest with WAJI, Magic 95.1. Again, FWA and the Chamber will select two members of the . . .
Part one of two
Deep in the Louisiana bayou in and old fishing shack, hangs a painted guitar. The old shack is half hidden by moss covered cypress trees. It has a tumbled down porch with a rocker on it. Fishnets hang from the side of the shack. In the . . .
Part three of three
She registered for the audition and the whole family went to hear her play. She chose the concerto that she loved so much. She was somewhat nervous but her fingers seemed to glide over the keyboard. The judges made their decisions . . .
To look at Herb Collins, you wouldn’t think he was like that. A nicer, kinder guy you never met. But for one evening each year … one little slice of time … he’s downright diabolical.
Every small town has one, of course. There is always that . . .
Dave (everybody called him Shark boy) was supposed to keep the barnacles cleaned off the bottom of his dad’s boat, but Hurricane Earl’s onslaught at the end of August, followed by one tropical storm after another, and then long periods of generally . . .
Yellow leaves are falling in the slow-moving creek while yellow-eyed wild asters peer over the bank as if watching them float lazily along. Their long blue eyelashes reflect the blue of October’s sky, while the golden rays of the sun fall upon the . . .
Halloween is in the air!
As leaves blaze and crisp air acts as a harbinger of the cold dark days ahead young and old hearts turn to the joys found in autumn days. There is however one small segment of the population who fears this time of year more . . .
OH MY EMPTY POCKETS
On laundry day recently, my wife Jane asked me if I was sure I had cleaned out my pockets prior to putting my clothes in the laundry basket.
I assured her that indeed I had.
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