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memory
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from stories told
i remember you
from freedoms i hold
i remember you
from songs you sang
i remember you
in war still fought
i remember you
with the Love that comes
through my heart
i remember
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art
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This photo is a print from a stamp that i just made. To make the stamp i used a dense rubber block
made especially for carving. This material is much softer than wood or the usual linoleum block.
To do the carving i used tools that are made for wood carving.
This summer i have planned to spend a week at girl’s horse camp doing art projects with the girls.
horse camp is held at my sister in law’s place in Indiana. It gets hot and humid during the summer
months there, so it is necessary to be doing a few things in the shade with the girls so that they, and
the horses, have time to cool down a bit.
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Education is when you read the fine print; experience is what you get when you don’t.
Pete Seeger
born May 3, 1919
fabric and foundations
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“Do you wish to be great? Then begin by being. Do you desire to construct a vast and lofty fabric? Think first about the foundations of humility. The higher your structure is to be, the deeper must be its foundation.”
Saint Augustine
november 13, 354 – august 28, 430
apply Love
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Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do…but how much love we put in that action.
…agnes bojaxhiu
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eggs, grain and grandma
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These eggs are pretty. Not?
Eggs remind me of my grandma. Let me explain…
My maternal grandparents had a grainery which was a short walk from their two story
white farm house. They also had a white shed that had little cubbies for the hens to lay their eggs.
As a small, tow-headed girl with time to wander, i would always go into the chicken’s building
when we would visit.
Memory leaves me with the sight of nice looking chickens sitting on their nest, and i was afraid to
bother them because i thought they might peck me.
What i would like even more was to play in the grainery. There were sacks full of grains stacked
in a room of wooden poles and beams and a wood floor. I remember the beautiful delicate light and
the most wonderful smell of the grains.
In the summer there was a special treat to be had in my grandma’s garden. I would find the green
tops of her carrots and pull out a couple of small thin ones, take them over to the pump…work the
handle a few times so that i could wash them off with the cool water and then eat them.
Last time i saw her house was a few years ago. My cousin lives next door and grandma’s house has
been sold. It is now an office of some kind. It was a sunday, and so i couldn’t get inside to see it.
Part of me wants to have one of those days back, to be able to go and see my grandma.
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Below is some information that i found online this evening. here
Ben HOLTKAMP
The above named is a native of Germany, having come to this country with this parents when seven years of age. After their arrival they settled on a farm near Aviston. After working at Breese, Ill., and St. Louis, Mo., for some time he returned to Aviston at the age of twenty-two and embarked in the threshing business with his brother, Henry HOLTKAMP, and Henry GROEHNE.
In 1893 the subject of our sketch acquired the interest of his partners and with John SCHULTE, started a saw mill and also continued his rapidly growing threshing business. Another change was made in 1907 when Mr. SCHULTE conducted the threshing industry while Mr. HOLTKAMP operated the saw mill. At this mill is manufactured sawed lumber. In addition, Mr. HOLTKAMP operates a grist mill, grinding corn meal and ground feed. He also runs a cider mill and a molasses mill. A special brand of picket fence is also manufactured. The products of these mills is largely disposed of to home trade. He also operates an aviary, having fifty stands of bees, which produce annually about 2,500 pounds of comb honey which is largely shipped to East St. Louis, Ill., for sale.
Mr. HOLTKAMP has a beautiful residence adjoining the mill property in which he and his estimable family reside. He was married October 30th, 1888, to Caroline FOPPE, of Germantown, which union was blessed with seven children, five boys and two girls, all of whom are still living with their parents.
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Ben Holtkamp was my grandpa Henry’s father. It appears my grandpa was named after
his uncle Henry. I already had the information that Ben and Caroline had eight children.
My grandpa, Henry Holtkamp, and my grandma, Cathrine Marcus, had seven children,
one of which was my mother. I assume that Henry and Catherine lived in the same house
that Ben and Caroline had lived in previously, and where little Henry grew up.
mere christianity . by csLewis
CONTINUED BOOK READING WITH SARAH AND JASON
“MERE CHRISTIANITY”
“MERE CHRISTIANITY”
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. . THE PRACTICAL CONCLUSION . .
. . THE PRACTICAL CONCLUSION . .
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“In dime stores and bus stations,
people talk of situations,
read books,
repeat quotations,
draw conclusions on the wall.”
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Bobby and Jack have both expressed the choices very well.
They sure have a way with words, don’t they?
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sight seeing
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if you
click on a picture
you will see where it came from.
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twenty
The posting of the Champoeg quilt show is now finished.
Twenty photographs in all.
If you want to take a gander, head on over to daisies and dandelions.
For those that might want to look later, i put the link gadget
at the bottom of this blog, with all the other gadgets and doodads.
sight seeing
three different sights . from . three different sites
click on a photograph
if you would like
to visit
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if you would like
to visit
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gold
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“For a short time we lived quietly. But this could not last.
….White men had found gold in the mountains around the land of winding water.”
…….quote by Chief Joseph
about the photo . a bracelet that used to be in my mom’s small collection of jewelry.
and “gold” is the photo prompt this week at three from here and there.
Love – the Lord
this is what i’m thinking…
for me to agapao God and others, it must come out of my decision to believe in God and Jesus the Christ.
i can not see any other way that i could possibly do this without God’s direction and power. if it is to come out of any goodness, than that goodness must be God’s in me. it must be from God as to have an affect that includes all four together of the heart, soul, mind and strength. something that can only happen when i am with God and for God. and the heart, soul, mind and strength must all be involved and worked together in the right kind of balance/miracle that is agape.
so, i am thinking that the only way to do as commanded, to agape Love God with all my heart, soul, mind and strength and to agape Love my neighbor as myself, is know that God is alive and active, and He is the one working this through me.
God will able me to Love Him, because of His Love that He gives. it is like a circle of Love that starts with Him, works through me, and goes back to Him, only this is more and better than i can put into words.
Who and What He Is, works a miracle mixture in and through us and with us. agape.
bird
enter in
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Lord, thank You for this new day.
Your Light scatters the darkness from around my feet.
Your Love keeps my soul alive.
You are Almighty God.
You want everyone to come to You,
to be with You, and I know that You are waiting for them.
Your Grace is beyond measure.
Thank You for Your Love and Grace.
Thank You for Your Mercy and Light.
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A LITTLE SOMETHIN' 