Friday, October 24, 2014

In The Neighborhood & Eventful Afternoon

 Rafters in Menard's Parking Lot

Just posting a few pics I took while running errands in Rice Lake - and on the way home.  

And by the way, the other day we had quite an eventful afternoon. Some construction workers pulled up into our driveway and asked if we'd lost a toddler. Seems that there was a toddler walking along the highway just a quarter of a mile from our house. We hopped into our pickup and drove down the road. There was a little guy, all alone, wandering down the road, just above the trout stream. We called the sheriff, looked around to see if there was a car down in the creek or anyone else nearby. Then we took him back to our house. 

As you come out the west drive of the Walmart parking lot:
A friendly reminder from the farmer across the street

I think this dairy barn has been abandoned for a while.

He didn't talk, except for 'dog,' which he said when Jazzie came to the door, barking. I gave him some water and cut up a hot dog in small pieces for him to eat in case he was hungry. Kids always like hot dogs? I put a pool of ketchup on his plate and a few chips. We sat at the kitchen counter. Eventually the sheriff's deputy showed up (As Mr. Cranberry always says, 'When seconds count, the police are just minutes away!')  Actually, it wasn't much of a wait, and he was a very nice deputy. He asked us a bunch of questions, asked if the child could stay with us a  while (of course!) and then was going to go door to door down the highway and see if he could find who this child belonged to.


Crossing the Red Cedar River
Pilings from the old bridge

In the meantime, little boy X ate a few pieces of hot dog, but preferred the ketchup, eating it with a spoon. He kept an eye on Jazzie and Misty, who by now were both at his feet. He must have dogs at his house, because he wasn't afraid of them.

In a very short time, the deputy was back. He came into the house and asked the little boy if his name was '_'.  The little guy just had a pleasant look on his face the whole time. Not scared, not bothered. Enjoying the ketchup.  The deputy told us that he had found the frantic mom hunting for her little boy.

The reunion was very tearful for everyone. It was impossible not to empathize with that mom who melted into tears and sobs when she saw her little boy, only 23 months, who had simply wandered away from home while she was taking the groceries out of the car and putting them away.

It happened just that fast. He had walked a half mile on a main highway and was found just above a 3' deep creek.

The story had a happy reunion ending, but could have had such a different outcome.  We praise God for keeping that little guy safe.

And all the time, little guy X just kept that pleasant look on his face. It was so cute! He had no idea of the distress he had caused his mother.


I'm glad to see that Reptile and Tina
are still getting along.
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Wednesday, October 22, 2014

October Sky Hayride

 Mr. Cranberry and the October Sky Hayride 

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1. Elizabeth Lawrence is quoted as saying, 'Even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit still and watch the leaves turn." So have you done just that? And what did you leave undone in order to do so?

Oh yes, I've spent a lot of time out among the gorgeous fall colors. We've had a spectacular autumn this year - nice weather, trees allowed to peak in color before a rain storm takes their leaves.  I left everything else undone, except for the tracking of leaves into the house. I've done lots of that.



The fam - on the no-hay hayride (allergies)
over the fields and to the woods

2. Since we're talking turning...what's one thing you feel you're doing 'every time you turn around'?

Every time I turn around, I'm taking Misty (on lead) outdoors or indoors. She is blind and deaf and now very confused, so I sometimes find her wandering around upstairs, even though we have a gate at the bottom of the steps. We leave it closed, but not locked (so the cat can come down). Misty has started this new trick (after 14 years of never having gone upstairs) of nudging the gate open, going upstairs, and wandering. I think she has dog Alzheimers. Very sad.



3. How hard is it for you to 'turn the other cheek?'

Not hard for me to turn the other cheek, but it's not because I'm a wonderful person. It's mostly because I try to save confrontation for issues I think are truly important. Otherwise, it takes up too much energy. Life is too short to react to everyone who's angry or hostile. I try to remember that the other guy's a sinner, just like I am. It's a natural tendency to become defensive, but I'd rather walk away than expend the energy to retaliate. I know that walking away isn't exactly 'turning the other cheek.'


Playing in the woods at Grandma's

4. When did you last turn a drawer, your car, a room, or your entire house upside down looking for something? Did you find it?


That would be EVERY SINGLE TIME. Oh yes, I always find it, whatever it is, because I have one obsession, and that's hunting for things that are lost. Most of our kids never bothered to hunt for things because it was just easier to tell Mom that it was lost. They knew I would hunt like a madman until it was found. It's so ridiculous.

5. 'One good turn deserves another'...were you most recently on the giving or receiving end of that sentiment?

If someone does something for me, that's wonderful. I thank them. I don't try to 'pay them back.' That detracts from their generosity, like needing to even the score. Why do people need to keep score in the first place?? Why can't we just gratefully accept someone's generosity? I also don't believe in 'paying it forward' in order to eventually get something back. The very word 'paying' implies that we've now earned it. Grace is something we can't earn and we can't pay back.  Jesus giving His life for us, while we were still sinners, was a good example. He wasn't expecting anything in return, wasn't 'paying it forward,' hoping someone would do something nice for Him someday. I think we all need to practice selfless giving more often.

6. Red, yellow, and orange are the colors of fall. Also the colors of fruit. If you were permitted only one color of fruit in your diet, which would you choose? This question isn't as easy as it sounds, at least not for me.


Can it still be on the vine or tree? Because then I'd pick GREEN and eventually it would become a RED apple or an ORANGE orange or a BLUE blueberry or a RED strawberry... but if that doesn't count, I'd just pick RED. That way I'd at least have pomegranates, apples, cherries, strawberries, and tomatoes...but no blueberries? :-(

Pomegranate seeds: Mealy, corn-like food substance
with wonderful flavor

7. The Hunt for Red October, October Sky, Halloween...which 'October' film is your favorite?

Of those three, The Hunt for Red October wins hands down. LOVE that movie. Love the music of the Soviet national anthem sung by an all-male choir, love Sean Connery (couldn't stand him as 007) in that movie and in the Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade movie.  He's one actor who aged well. I also liked Alec Baldwin in the role of Jack Ryan. Probably the only time I could say I've liked Alec Baldwin.

8. Insert your own random thought here.

Our daughter and her family were here on Sunday, thus the pics of the hayride and the fields and woods. Grandpa (aka Mr. C.) gave Henry and his daddy a ride in the lift (roofers are re-roofing our house), which was a new experience for Henry.



'I think I'm having a good time...I think I am, I think I am.'

Smile a little smile for me.



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Monday, October 20, 2014

When the Frost is on the Punkin, Vintage Books

For you literalists (you know who you are), yes, I know there's no frost on these pumpkins.


James Whitcomb Riley
1849-1916 

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock,
And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens,
And the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it’s then’s the times a feller is a-feelin’ at his best,
With the risin’ sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock. 


They’s something kindo’ harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer’s over and the coolin’ fall is here—
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin’-birds and buzzin’ of the bees;
But the air’s so appetizin’; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur’ that no painter has the colorin’ to mock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock. 


The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin’ of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries—kindo’ lonesome-like, but still
A-preachin’ sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;
The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in theyr stalls below—the clover over-head!—
O, it sets my hart a-clickin’ like the tickin’ of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock! 



Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps
Is poured around the celler-floor in red and yeller heaps;
And your cider-makin’ ’s over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With their mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and saussage, too! ...
I don’t know how to tell it—but ef sich a thing could be
As the Angels wantin’ boardin’, and they’d call around on me
I’d want to ’commodate ’em—all the whole-indurin’ flock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock!




Childcraft 1949
Vol. 2

This is the Childcraft edition that was in our home when I was a kid. I loved those books (and still do.) The artwork was warm and beautiful and realistic. The poems and stories were comforting and/or exciting. This set was given to me at the baby shower given for one of our daughters, thirty years ago. Someone had found it in their attic and had heard that I had been looking for this particular set. Needless to say, I was beyond thrilled, much to the (likely) dismay of people who had given gifts of baby clothes. lol

Question: Are there any books from your childhood that bring back fond memories?  Have you ever tried to track down a book you loved as a child? Did you find it? I'd love to hear about it.

 'John Deere Drive'



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Sunday, October 19, 2014

New Hope Lutheran Church - InSPIREd Sunday

 New Hope Lutheran Church
Between Ridgeland and Sand Creek, WI

 Photos from October 17, 2014







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My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus' blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus' name.

On Christ the solid rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand.
All other ground is sinking sand.

When darkness seems to hide His face
I rest on His unchanging grace,
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.

On Christ the solid rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand.
All other ground is sinking sand.

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(That's how I remembered it.) 

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"For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope." - Jeremiah 29:11


Have a blessed Lord's Day! 





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