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.

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Although I usually forget to do it, there is a chance that this post will be linked to one or more of these great linky parties:  Amaze Me Monday and Inspiration Monday and Mosaic Monday and Barn Collective and  Artsy Corner Thursday and Treasure Box Tuesday and Vintage Bliss Tuesday and KatheWithAnE and Rubbish Tuesday and Tuesdays at our Home and Tuesday with a Twist and  Knick of Time Tuesday (vintage)  and   Tweak it Tuesday and Vintage Inspiration Wednesday and Ivy and Elephants Wednesday and Adorned From Above  and All Things With Purpose and Home & Garden Thursday and Good Fences on Thursdays and  Time Travel Thursday and Freedom Fridays and Vintage Inspiration Friday and Saturday Critters

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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Saturday, October 18, 2014

Duncan Coffee

'Good to the last lap!'

Last week at Bible study, I snapped this pic of my friend's Westie, drinking his favorite brew, coffee with cream. Not everybody can be a long-haired German Shepherd (see Bridger, side bar), but Duncan certainly makes up for it in unrivaled cuteness!

BTW, you'll be surprised to learn that we actually do study the Bible. It's just that now and then we do other entertaining things as well. :-)

So, I'm all ears, so to speak, and would love to hear your most recent amusing dog or cat tail  tale.



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Thursday, October 16, 2014

Good Fences in the Neighborhood


I took these photos on Tuesday on our way home from Eau Claire. Mr. C. asked if I wanted to go home on Hwy. 53 or 'Should we take the scenic route?'  Since this was a wonderful opportunity to see the beautiful rolling hills in the area west of Bloomer and east of Colfax I said 'yes' before he could change his mind.




  Corn in the foreground. This is the land of corn and soybeans.

The maples have lost some of their leaves, but the oaks are just getting their full, deep rich autumn colors!

This shot would be better if I had not taken it through the windshield, but I didn't know if there was enough time to get out, take the shot, and get in the vehicle again before one of the many sand trucks came barreling down the road.

 Sand Mine (in background)

 The tip of the iceberg

There are several frac sand mines in our sand-rich neck of the woods. While people were hollering about the price of oil and gas, and the government was fumbling around trying to get their act together, private enterprise was hard at work, extracting oil from oil-rich areas of North Dakota. They use this tiny, special sand for that purpose, so there is a great frac-sand mining business in our area. They take the topsoil off a hill, get the sand out, put the topsoil back on, and move to a different mine. But some of these huge sand mines will be operating for 40 years. At first, farmers who owned the land were selling it to the mining companies for mega dollars. Now many of them are getting smart and leasing it to the mining companies instead, getting royalties per ton of sand removed from their property.

Funny side note about human nature:
There is a very vocal woman in our area who attends any protest meetings re. frac sand. However, at some point, the mining company approached her and made her an offer she couldn't refuse. She sold her land to them for $10,000 per acre, but still attended the protest meetings until word got out. :-)

For all the complaints about frac sand mining being in the area, it should be noted that no one is ever forced to sell or lease their land to the mining company, and the mining companies, unlike the government, can't come in and relieve you of your property by imposing 'eminent domain.' 


 I'm always amused by that 'Safety First' sign.
So are they trying to remind US to be safe?
Or are they trying to reassure us that THEY are safe.
So silly.




Have a happy Thursday!


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