Friday, July 31, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Chuck has tagged me. Again. Thanks, Chuck.
I've been pondering this question: How much do I want to reveal about myself?
Oh, that could have been the first of my six!
Here are the rules:
1. Link to the person or persons who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Write six random and/or revealing things about yourself.
4. Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them.
5. Let each person know they’ve been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.
6. Let the tagger know when your post entry is up on your site.
1. I am a day person; and I cannot believe that I stay up until midnight most nights, since I awaken at dawn. Thanks BBBH.
(I nap a lot.)
2. For several years I had vanity plates on my car. Then I figured out that it is bad enough to pay mandatory taxes; voluntary taxes must be high on the foolishness scale.
(Or is it that the mandatory ones escalated to the point that there was too little left for frivolity?)
3. I worked my way through college as a hod-carrier, block-layer, schoolbus driver, hamburger
grinder, forklift driver, and sewerpipe maker.
(Want a recipe for 200# of hamburger?)
4. The only job I was ever fired from was at the meat market because the Kappa Delts didn't get their hamburger in time for dinner.
(I had another boss who tried to fire me-- nanner, nanner, nanner!)
5. I sometimes think that when Dad talked about the man that had more degrees than a thermometer, but hadn't sense enough to pound sand in a rathole, he was talking about me.
(How do you pronounce r-a-t-h-o-l-e, rath-olee or rath-olay?)
6. I am very uncomfortable making some of these revelations about myself.
(Transparent is for windowglass.)
1. Elizabeth because she is an extremely bright and insightful young lady, a talented writer.
2. Silver because she is thoughtful and artistic, and she expresses herself beautifully.
3. Candace Jean because she reflects so well the ideal of Love of God and family in her writing.
4. Stacy whose posts are infrequent lately, but the hilarity is worth the wait.
5. HR because his presentation of Indiana's wonders, both natural and manmade, as well as his occasional political foray, make for very interesting reading.
6. I would tag Mikki because she is a great creative writer and a fellow-teacher, and Lin because she and her cats are too funny to miss. But they have already been tagged. (Does the "twofer" make up for the fact that they are playing anyway?)
I need more bloggy friends.
So how do we differ, Chuck? Must be the hirsute facial adornments. Oh, and I'm much the older.
[and Happy Birthday, great granddaughter Gillian]
Monday, July 27, 2009
Finally, the letter arrived. M. Rochet hid Suzanne in a hogshead, which was entrusted to a friendly sea captain, who had the cask placed on board ship. When the ship had sailed and they were safely past the guards, the barrel was opened, Suzanne was lifted out, and she was brought to safety in Amsterdam. She is still known in the annals of French Huguenot history as "Little Nightcap."
She married Abraham Micheaux, also a Huguenot from Sedan, on 13 Jul 1692 in the French Church in Amsterdam, Holland. The Michauxs left Holland and first moved to London, then later to Henrico County, Virginia. They had twelve children, their son Jacob being my ancestor.^ Suzanne died 17 December 1744 in Henrico County where she is buried. Suzanne Rochet is my 7th great grandmother, agnate.
Suzanne Rochet Michaux 1667 - 1744 RIP
[Historical note: France suffered a terrible loss when so many of its finest citizens left the country due to persecution; but the greater world enjoyed the gain.]
*Some versions of the story state that she was called "Little Cap" because she was plucked from her bed in the middle of the night to be put aboard ship for her escape, the sisters not mentioned.
^Six of the children were born in Holland, the rest in America. Some researchers say there were fourteen offspring, but records exist for only twelve of them. Jacob may also be listed as "Jacques."
Sunday, July 26, 2009
It is noteworthy that wine and bread are the memorials of the sacrifice of Himself that Christ served to his disciples. The second mention is in Psalm 110, which is a Messianic psalm. Herein the Messiah is averred by God to be a priest forever after the order of Melchizadek.
The Hebrew letter, written as the title indicates, to the Hebrews, explains the priesthood of Christ as superior to and superceding the Aaronic priesthood. The writer indicates that Levi paid tithes to Melchizadek through Abraham, honoring him as superior to the Levitical priesthood and since Christ is priest forever after the order of Melchizadek, He has supplanted the law of the priesthood as given to Moses. A superior priest, a superior law: the law of faith, and a once and for all sacrifice for our salvation.
This is much too rich to be dealt with in a blogpost; hence, the purpose here is to encourage you to get your Bible and pursue this truth in depth.
Meeting of Abraham and Melchizadek by Dierec Bouts the Elder, c. 1467
[and Happy Birthday grandson Jamie]
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
1. We can spend our way to prosperity.
2. Universal health care will get costs under control.
3. Bureaucrats know what is best for hoi polloi.
4. Bureaucracy will enhance efficiency in any arena.
5. We can borrow our way out of debt.
6. Though "freedom of religion" as a principle was established early on, what was really meant was "freedom from religion."
7. The framers didn't really mean it when they said that areas not addressed in the Constitution were reserved to the states, or to the people.
8. The people and the government are separate entities, and the government knows what is best for the people.
STOP! STOP! Wait. This is not impossble to believe. We had better believe that the WWofW are making every effort to separate the people from the government, and that the WWofW will be the government.
See how many of these you can believe before breakfast. I'll give you until ten tomorrow morning.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Do you know someone who is grappling with despair?
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Many times during my childhood years I heard my dad refer to Wiley Post and Barney Oldfield. These were among the heroes people admired in his day.
Today is the 76th anniversary of Post's completion of the first-ever-to-be-done solo flight around the world.
Post was to die just two years later along with his passenger, Will Rogers, in a crash at Point Barrow, Alaska.
Wiley Post 1898 - 1935 RIP
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
1. Write something about 15 persons you know.2. Don't mention the names of these 15 persons.3. If someone asks who they are, don't tell them.4. Tag 15 persons but don't include persons you refer to in your post.
1. YOU-loved me when I wasn't lovable.
2. YOU-are always on my mind.
3. YOU-put itching powder down my back during church.
4. YOU-helped me work through my grief.
5. YOU-have been my best friend for seventy years.
6. YOU-put my life back together when it fell apart.
7. YOU-don't like jalapeno kisses.
8. YOU-are smarter than I, but I like you anyway.
9. YOU-are the best boss I ever had.
10. YOU-are truly weird, but I like you anyway.
11. YOU-are the first person I hired when I became boss.
12. YOU-moved me to the Pacific Northwest.
13. YOU-were on my side when I faced my orals.
14. YOU-taught me English in HS, and you still keep tabs on me sixty years later.
15. YOU-were a student in the first class I taught, and I still keep tabs on you fifty years later.
Now, since you have read this, YOU are tagged. Let me know when you post!
Monday, July 20, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Our goal as Christians is to love God and to love our neighbor as we love ourselves; and to become like Jesus Christ.
When are we most like God? When we forgive.
There is a connection between the forgiveness we give others and the forgiveness God gives us. We struggle with forgiveness because we do not properly understand what it is. Forgiveness means, literally, to not hold against. Colossians 3:13 says, Forbearing one another, and forgiving one another, if any man have a quarrel against any: even as Christ forgave you, so also do ye.
Forgiveness is not excusing the offense. If someone asks for forgiveness, never say, That's okay. It is not okay; it is a big deal. God will never say sin is okay. He forgives, He does not excuse.
The reason we are afraid to forgive is that we think that forgiving somehow says that it's okay. Forgiveness says much more about you than it does about the one who gives offense.
We can grant forgiveness even to those who don't ask for it. Sometimes the hardest person to forgive is yourself.
When offended, we have a choice. 1) Hold on, or 2) let it go, i.e. give it to the Lord.
Forgiving is not easy. But we must let it go, or we will become so encumbered with unforgiveness that we are too burdened to properly function. Again, as Jesus says, "Forgive, and you shall be forgiven."
Saturday, July 18, 2009
I am well past the milestone “three score and ten.” Life has been good. I have been blessed. I want for nothing. And there are some things I am resolved to do, or to do no longer.
I will not consume 2 per cent, 1 per cent or any other blue form of milk. I will drink whole milk because I like it.
I will eat butter, not margarine; and I will fry my foods, both pan and deep.
I will consume raw vegetables or well-cooked vegetables, but not steamed half-cooked veggies.
The vegetable intake will include generous portions of potatoes, American fried, French fried, hash-browned, mashed with butter and cream--and with gravy on board!
I will eat foods properly salted and peppered to good taste.
I will use sugar, not artificial sweeteners. Pies, cookies, cakes, ice cream. Yum, yum!
I will consume in excess of twelve cups of coffee per day. It is my drink of choice.
I will ignore, nay scoff at, the “food police” whose assistance is not only not needed, it is not wanted.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
We have just returned home following four days and four nights at Mississinewa State Recreation Area. Our Christian Campers Fellowship chose that site for our July outing. It was four days of face-to-face visiting, chowing down together and engaging in games and activities suited to persons of our age. It was four days without internet access. Each evening we had a devotional period seated around the campfire. Wednesday evening activities report in separate post. Stay tuned.
My first response was, "Yes." I think I need to be a bit more forthcoming. Was being a pastor's son different from being, say the banker's son, or the baker's or the candlestick maker's?
Yes, I suppose in some ways it was; and yet I went to the same schools, played the same games, roamed the same neighborhood that these other guys did.
What 'pressure' could there have been? For starters, it was a given that if a church function was in progress we were there. So if going to 'church' would save me, and it won't, I was well served. There was no doubt that misbehavior in church would result in unpleasant consequences. And not just in the hereafter, either.
Then there was the reminder that "What you do is a reflection on your Daddy," a favorite of my mother, especially during my teen years (read "rebellious years") . It was probably only fair that I was reminded of this, but we needn't go into that.
Truth be told I recall that I was proud of my parents and what they did. It is likely that because that was true my rebellion was largely internalized and quite likely to have been sneaky rather than overt. Am I not human? When cut do I not bleed?
For any one of several reasons, I think other people may have expected something more of the preacher's kids. And some of them were probably secretly pleased when we were caught in a failing, for it made them look better when confronted with the shortcomings of their own kids.
The canard that the preacher's kids were the orneriest kids was addressed by Dad, and sincerely I think. He said that that could be accounted for by the fact that they associated with the parishioners' kids.
Personally, I think it can be accounted for in the truth that we are all sinners and lost but for the grace of God. Being a parson's son did not make me a Christian. God has no grandchildren. But we may each be His child by accepting His unmerited favor through faith in Jesus Christ.
I would not wish to do my childhood over; and I would not change the one I had, nor trade it for any other.
Drawing by Hank Ketcham
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
It is not a typographical error which indicates that my grandfather and his father spelled their last names differently. There are various family stories about how this circumstance arose, none to my knowledge indicating friction within the tribe. Since I have no first-hand information on this, I'll say only that there were some of the Morell boys who inserted the second "r" and some who did not, and the whole tribe is related, regardless.
Grandpa was a hard-working man his entire life. While he was not a veterinarian, he was known for his ability to treat ailing animals and his services were often in demand. He also pulled teeth for people who were in agony, and my dad had his forceps and dental tools for years. All four fingers on one hand were truncated, cut off squarely about even with the middle knuckle of the index finger. This accident occured in the haymill at Hartman, Colorado. At the time of his demise at the age of 69 he was a caretaker in a lemon grove in Ventura, California. The time I spent with him there is a pleasant memory, short as it was.
Samuel Harvey Morrell 1878 - 1947 RIP
Monday, July 13, 2009
Humpty Dumpty smiled contemptuously. `Of course you don't -- till I tell you. I meant "there's a nice knock-down argument for you!"'
`But "glory" doesn't mean "a nice knock-down argument",' Alice objected.
`When I use a word,' Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, `it means just what I choose it to mean -- neither more nor less.'
`The question is,' said Alice, `whether you can make words mean so many different things.'
`The question is,' said Humpty Dumpty, `which is to be master -- that's all.'
Alice was too much puzzled to say anything; so after a minute Humpty Dumpty began again. `They've a temper, some of them -- particularly verbs: they're the proudest -- adjectives you can do anything with, but not verbs -- however, I can manage the whole lot of them! Impenetrability! That's what I say!'
`Would you tell me please,' said Alice, `what that means?'
`Now you talk like a reasonable child,' said Humpty Dumpty, looking very much pleased. `I meant by "impenetrability" that we've had enough of that subject, and it would be just as well if you'd mention what you mean to do next, as I suppose you don't mean to stop here all the rest of your life.'
`That's a great deal to make one word mean,' Alice said in a thoughtful tone. --Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll
Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!--Isaiah 5:20
Sunday, July 12, 2009
If you are a follower, have you thanked your "leader" lately?
We have to have godly leaders; be a pastor to your group. Encourage.
Don't be a queen or a king. Don't reign, but be a shepherd.
As a follower, live so that your leader's responsibility is a joy!
Saturday, July 11, 2009
And for all that grief intruded, I am blessed that the Lord afforded me comfort and has allowed me a new love in my life.
Lois and Clark, July 11
Friday, July 10, 2009
`I daresay you haven't had much practice,' said the Queen. `When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. '
--Through the Looking Glass, by Charles Dodgson aka Lewis Carroll
It behooves us all to learn to believe impossible things; because we are doubtless living on the other side of the looking glass.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
On July 8, 1880 Mary Matilda Palmer was born in Caney Creek, Hawkins County, Tennessee.
Tildy was the first-born child of William A. and Amanda Lawson Palmer. By the time she was eighteen, Miss Palmer was teaching school beside the Clinch River in Scott County, Virginia. She walked the four miles each day from her home to the schoolhouse. It was this that Sam Morrell observed, and within his heart and vocally to his friends he said, "I'm going to marry that girl." And he was right.
They started a family with the birth of a daughter, Ava, about 1904. This child died at the age of five, but Ray was born in 1906 and my mother Vera came along in 1908. Over the next ten years the family grew by five more and the Morrells raised seven children to adulthood.
My Grandmother Morrell was a tiny woman. I am guessing based on memory and pictures from the past, that she was 4' 8'' tall, maybe 4' 9" at the most. But she was not small in spirit, courage or stamina. She, along with Grandpa, survived the vicissitudes of life and innumerable hardships to raise their family. During the Great Depression, they were residing on the high plains of Eastern Colorado. The area became part of the infamous Dust Bowl, and they rode out those years, but ultimately chose to seek a better life elsewhere. At the end of the '30s they moved to Southern California. All of their children, who were adults with families of their own by this time, moved with them, with the exception of my mother. Mother was a pastor's wife and her place was at the side of her spouse whose ministerial duties and responsibilities did not allow him the option of "pulling up stakes." Thus it was that my maternal cousins all grew up on the West Coast and I remained in Colorado. It also limited my visits with my beloved grandparents to perhaps half-dozen times prior to the death of Grandpa in 1947.
Grandma was widowed at the age of sixty-seven and she was dependent on the income from the sale of her home in Ventura. She told me when she was ninety-one, "David, I don't know what I'm going to do. I sold that house on a twenty-five year contract, thinking the income would last the rest of my life; but it pays off next year."
Grandma remained in good health and with strength and faith in her Savior she lived on her own until she was ninety-four. Unfortunately, at that time she broke a hip and was thereafter unable to care for all her needs on her own; but her eldest son took her into his home and provided her with the care she needed. She passed away at the age of ninety-eight.
In her Bible, Grandma inscribed a record of the number of times she had read it in its entirety. There was not a year in her adult lifetime in which she did not read it all at least once.
[and Happy Birthday to son Carl and grandson Bob]
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
She did not get a do-over of the execution of sentence in the original trial.
Few idividuals have attracted so much attention in the literary world in the intervening centuries. Many famous authors have written extensively about her life. These include George Bernard Shaw and Mark Twain, who was surely obsessed with her, at least during the time in which he wrote of her. His two-volume account is among my favorites.