Tuesday, August 31, 2010
So there we were. Outdoor temperature below freezing, no fire now inside, and the whole place covered with black, oily grime. The amount of scrubbing, laundry, and overall thorough cleanup you really don't want to know about; and you certainly never, ever want to experience it.
Also, the tank for the fuel was a 275 gallon behemoth that stood on stilts beside the house. And even though the price of fuel was less than thirty cents a gallon most of the time, unbelievable as that may be, to fill the tank could easily take an "investment" of over sixty bucks. It was something one could not postpone to more flush times. If it was oil or bread, we took oil.
We did not have microwaves, garbage disposals, or television sets. Okay, okay. Finally when the oldest child was in fifth grade we bought a 19" b & w Zenith on which we could get two channels. We were no longer the only home on the block without this marvel, though we should have remained so. Two things I remember about this time frame. "Sky King" which we thought suitable for the kids after school; and Lorne Green and the Cartwright gang who changed the face of mid-America forever. How so? I hope you are asking.
To this time, most fundamental, evangelical, and even many of the old-line churches had Sunday evening services which typically were held at 7:30. Virtually all churches chose at that time one of two alternatives: move service up to 6 o'clock so everyone could get home in time to visit the Ponderosa; or, eliminate evening service entirely. Over the intervening years, many of those who chose the first alternative, eventually defaulted to the second, and churches all over the Bible belt sit darkened on the evening of the Lord's Day.
© 2010 David W. Lacy
Monday, August 30, 2010
And what should I find along the west end of the lot but these loverly piles of dirt.
They are called, I believe, "molehills." Oh, yes they are.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Saturday, August 28, 2010
These items grew in our yard this summer. From twelve o'clock clockwise: 12 pepper or tomato? 3 pepper or tomato? 6 pepper or tomato? 9 pepper or tomato? hub pepper or tomato?
Let's slice these juicy morsels open to reveal 12 tomato,roma 3 pepper, serrano. 6 tomato, early girl 9 pepper, serrano. hub tomato, golden weirdo. This creature looks like a pepper, cuts like a pepper, has interior flesh resembling a pepper, but it tastes like a tomato! We set one plant which has produced prolifically. We have often grown and enjoyed yellow tomatoes, but this one beats all for strange.
Friday, August 27, 2010
The hanging plant was in such prolific bloom that I took camera in hand to capture its beauty, well not on film, but you know, digitally. As I walked back toward the house, what should I espy but this ad hoc meeting of these reptilian minds.
BBBH, in a spurt of ambitious activity, cleared a mass of plants in this space that is inhabited by these turtles? tortoises? terrapins? whichever the case may be. Clearly they were meeting in conference to determine what steps to take to deal with the denuded territory, whether or where to relocate, as pickings here are now mighty slim indeed. Myrtle has pulled in her head inasmuch as Herkimer and Fred have rebuked her severely for attempting to snarf up the only remaining flowers in the area. Herkie says, And by the way, Maggie, get off my back. And Fred, your guilty face looks as though you have already had more than your share of the goodies, so I think I'll just snap these up myself.
The debate went on as to whether to try for the front yard, or simply go around the corner to the south side of the house. The concensus seems to be leaning toward the south side, for the front yard is so far away that snow might fly before they get there.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Painting of White House after fire by George Munger. Wikipedia
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
So I approached the Superintendent of Schools. Was I thinking "professional courtesy" or what was I thinking? Dr. McClurg was a vast, I mean huge, Irishman who had served our country honorably during WWII as captain in the USMC. He affected the same military flattop he wore as an active-duty gyrene, though it was white now, but would still have been a full head of hair had he not had it shorn weekly. At six-five and two seventy-five, he was a formidable man-mountain.
He welcomed me into his office, and we exchanged a few pleasantries, a bit of banter actually, as his school district and the one in which I worked were keen rivals on the football field or in the basketball arena. Then, getting to the point, he asked, "What can I do for you?" I succinctly explained that my child was walking nearly two miles each day to and from school, while my next door neighbor's kids were riding the corporation bus; and since it would not require an extra stop, I would appreciate it if my child could board the same bus.
"Now, Mr. Lacy, it surprises me that you would ask that. You see, the alley between your house and the Heton's is also the town limits line. It is policy that no child who lives within the village proper may ride the bus."
"Well, Dr. M, Ann would be glad to walk across the alley to get on the bus."
"But, don't you see? the line has to be drawn somewhere. If Ann rides, then Mrs. Lewis will want her kids to ride, and so on, until the driver will be stopping 50 yards from school to pick up someone who could get there faster on foot. You take my point!"
Of course I took his point, and besides as a child I had walked farther than that to get to school. Didn't kill me; wouldn't kill my kids.
How cold it can get inside one's domicile, even with the fire burning brightly.
© 2010 David W. Lacy
Monday, August 23, 2010
Miss Eden has played in and starred in beaucoup movies and has been seen frequently on TV and on the stage. But she will forever be best known as Jeannie in I Dream of Jeannie, a sitcom that had a five-year run.
Barbara Eden's career has spanned over half-century and she is still actively engaged in her art.
It is no accident that we choose to feature persons of note who were born in 1934, or those who have reached the seventy-five year milestone.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Jesus was conceived of the Holy Spirit, born of the virgin Mary. He became man without ceasing to be God. He was sinless, and through his death atoned for our sins. He suffered for our transgressions; he died, was buried, and rose again on the third day. He ascended into heaven from whence he will return again to earth to gather the saints that they may live forever with Him.
He is my savior. He is my Lord. Jesus is the Son of God.
And Jesus increased in wisdom and stature, and in favour with God and man.--Luke 2:52
- He matured intellectually. "Increased in wisdom."
- He matured physically. His manhood was being increased.
- He matured spiritually. Grew in favor with God.
- He matured socially. Grew in favor with man.
We must be able to communicate the gospel to others.
I and my Father are One. --Jesus Christ (John 10:30)
Friday, August 20, 2010
The school was laid out along a short hallway such that as one entered the front doors, he would walk up a short flight of seven steps to the main floor. Or he might walk down a similar distance to the basement which, other than the "gym" was a complete mystery. Above the stairwell on a balcony was the principal's office, where the secretary and the principal could survey their realm through the plate glass wall that separated them from the possiblity of having to actually hear what went on below. To your left as you walked down the main hallway, you would pass second grade, third grade and finally come to fourth grade (Miss Anderson, who was also the music teacher.) Back down the hall toward the front, assembly room, fifth grade, and finally almost under the office, sixth grade.
Two memories from sixth grade. The day the police showed up at school. The teacher ordered all the fifth and sixth grade boys to the gym where a big ol' cop walked past us all, looking at our feet. Then his assistant brought pieces of poster board, laid one in front of each "suspect" and required him to leave a footprint on the paper. Scared the bejiminy out of me. For no good reason, because I hadn't committed any crime. This time.
Second memory. The boys in Miss Gardiner's class made it up amongst themselves that at exactly 2:00 o'clock sharp by the Regulator on the wall they would all rise, walk toward the back of the room, circumnavigate the area and return to their seats. By the time the first boys had crossed the back and were walking down the west side of the room, Miss Gardiner had flung the east classroom door open, where she stood directing traffic out of the room with sharp instructions to "March up those stairs directly to the principal's office!"
Which is what happened.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
The steam powered stationary threshing machine brought back memories from my early childhood; for until I was five years old, we lived in a tiny Nebraska village where our house abutted a huge wheatfield. One of my earliest memories was harvest time, watching the workers bringing the sheaves to the thresher as it stood in the field behind our house, belching smoke as it did whatever it did.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
We soon figured out that a good bit of gas (read: money) could be saved if we were to share rides to work, as we lived only three miles apart; and we were both a dozen miles from school. Thus, we alternated weeks, stopping by one another's house to pick up and drop off the passenger.
The farm of Jim Griggs was located along our route to school. The pigster had posted a large yet tastefully done sign at the entry to his property.
----------Hampshire----- Poland China---------
Marie, in her typically pedantic manner, was offended by the sign, for she claimed the apostrophe usage was incorrect, and the sign should read "Griggs's Pigs." I allowed that that would destroy both the rhyme and the lilt, and should therefore read "Griggs's Pigses." Marie was not amused.
There was a saying amongst school people at the time that "every teacher should be an English teacher." But not all English teachers are so willing to share the responsibility. I had occasion, created an occasion, once in a seventh grade math class to assert that "ain't" was a valid word in the language, and that it could be correctly used. "Ain't I" is a contraction for the phrase "am I not" and can be used in a construction as follows: "I am going to town with you, ain't I?" This was reported by my students to the English teacher, who in turn sent a message back to me, telling the kids to tell me that she "will teach English, and Mr. Lacy should stick to arithmetic."
© 2010 David W. Lacy
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Monday, August 16, 2010
Look! It's Emeril!
What? You don't play this game?
It has been so hot, sultry and hazy that I was startled to look up at blue sky! Not only that, but when clouds have gathered, they have been gray, towering and menacing. These were puffy, floating and fun. Just like kid-times again. Hence the picture.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
He asks, What place does the Bible take in your life? How do you respond to Bible truth?
The scripture reading is I Timothy 4:12-16. "Let no man despise thy youth; but be thou an example of the believers, in word, in conversation, in charity, in spirit, in faith, in purity.
Till I come, give attendance to reading, to exhortation, to doctrine.
Neglect not the gift that is in thee, which was given thee by prophecy, with the laying on of the hands of the presbytery.
Meditate upon these things; give thyself wholly to them; that thy profiting may appear to all.
Take heed unto thyself, and unto the doctrine; continue in them: for in doing this thou shalt both save thyself, and them that hear thee."
1. The PENNING of the Word. God wrote the Bible. II Timothy 3:16-17. "All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness:
That the man of God may be perfect, throughly furnished unto all good works."
(II Peter 1:20-21, Revelation 13:14)
2.The PROCLAMATION of the Word. We are to be people of the Book. If we don't follow, there will be chaos in our lives. (Isaiah 55, Proverbs 22:17-22)
3. The PRACTICE of the Word. "The walk makes the talk walk." Our lives must match the proclamation. Acts 17:2: Paul's lifestyle matched his testimony.
4. The PROMISES of the Word. The Bible is the TRUTH, God's only Word. It is timeless. It is triumphant.
5. The POWER of the Word. It has power (a) to convict; (b) to convert; (c) to cleanse; (d) to counsel; (e) to comfort.
---------------Be an unabashed and unashamed biblicist. Do not sit under the ministry of anyone who denies God's Word.---------------
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
The first day The Boy entered her classroom, the teacher asked him what "group" he was in.
Either verbally or by the confused look on his face, he replied, "Huh?" "What group," she said, "are you in-- A, B, or C?" Since math was a strong suit for The Boy, and since he had always done pretty well with it, he replied, "'A' group, I guess." He was placed with a group that would today be known as "remedial" or perhaps even "hopelessly clueless." To her credit, Miss Gardiner, within a week, notified the youngster that he was not where he belonged and that he should take his place in the "C" group at once.
How was this child, who had a four-year background in a school system where "A" denoted excellence and "C" meant so-so, to know that in this benighted and backward community* everything was turned topsy-turvy! True. A "C" was the top grade and the "A" denoted the likelihood that you were in danger of joining the ranks of the flunkees. It was as though The Boy had fallen down a rabbit hole.
Perhaps as bad as the indignities suffered inside the school walls were, the unhappy conditions on the "play"ground were worse. Play? Seriously, you're kidding. Marbles were not a choice during school hours. Are you kidding? No, we play softball and run footraces and stuff like that. Not optional; choose up sides! Which always meant, of course, that the last to be picked was The Boy. And not so much picked as de-selected, as in, with two people left to be chosen, the captain whose turn it is says, "We'll take Lorene. You get him," pointing his thumb in The Boy's direction.
*That's a joke, Dear Reader. It truly was one of the most progressive school systems in the nation at the time. Little did that matter to The Boy.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
© 2010 David W. Lacy
Monday, August 9, 2010
One's children are a responsibility of love; grandchildren are a joy; great grandchildren are a blessing beyond one's wildest imagination.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
Trepidation was compounded by the fact that he now resided in a new community, would be going to a new school, and basically knew no one else who would be there. The upside? Who said there could be an upside? Okay, okay. It was this. The Boy now lived only two doors from Bristol School and no longer did he have to slog miles and miles through rain and snow and cold and heat to get to his appointed spot for the school day. He could simply walk out the back door, go to the alley, walk the forty yards to the playground wall, drop down into the school grounds, and he was there. *groan*
There, actual experience was not only every bit as bad as his little imagination could ideate, it was a reality much worse than he had anticipated. His fifth grade teacher was Mrs. Kennedy, who was nice enough as teachers go, and The Boy has no negative memories of her as a person. But in the "semi-departmentalized" arrangement in this den of torture, everyone went to Miss Gardiner for arithmetic, and to Miss Anderson for music. Remember the terror who was the first-grade teacher? Miss Gardiner was this terror, but writ large. Black dress, white collar, corset stays visible up her backside. Someone (who shall remain nameless to protect the guilty) placed a thumbtack, point up, in her chair once while she was out of the room. She returned, sat in her chair and showed absolutely no sign that there was a problem. When she stood to write on the chalkboard, the tack was plainly stuck in her derriere. Wooden woman.
This grade level deserves more space than this, hence we will continue next week.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
How much simpler would our lives be if we so obeyed the instructions for living which we have been given.
Green light: Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment.
And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. Matthew 5:37-39
Here is a red light, green light, caution light: Let him eschew evil, and do good; let him seek peace, and ensue it. 1Peter 3:11
Tempted to evil? Stop. See a need? Go, fill it. Seek peace diligently, cautiously and with wisdom.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
"Miracles happen every day. I haven't choked the stupid out of someone today. See? Miracle."
Do you ever feel as though you have effected this particular miracle?
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
I met Phil at Lions, though I was certainly to have "business" with him as he acted in his professional capacity, for he was principal of the local elementary school. And I had kids. Phil could be fairly described as a feisty individual, not large of physical stature, sandy hair, and peering at the world through coke-bottle lenses. He affected a cookie-duster mustache, just enough to be called a mustache. I soon discovered that Phil and his family were thick with Warren and his trible. Soon I had been admitted into this orbit, and we became the Three Musketeers of Loonville.
When Thursday evenings rolled around, there were six adults and eight kids gathered at the home of one of the Musketeers. Good food, good conversation and lots of laughter kept this routine alive for so long as I lived in Loonville. We had much in common, though our professional lives differed, if not in calling, at least in the stage on the ladder. But we saw the basic requirements for proper living in very much the same light. Yet from the religion angle, we were a fundamentalist, a traditionalist, and a free-thinker. We got along famously, because, though we did not agree on many things, we harbored deep-seated respect for each other's right to formulate and express his own opinion.
Our sessions together were not gossip sessions as such, but inevitably our friends and neighbors contributed to the conversation, because in Loonville, well, how could they not?
Warren had a most interesting manner of speaking. He would make leaps from point A to point D, for example, without ever touching B and C. Until one got used to this, it seemed at times that he was dropping non sequiturs into the conversation. Phil and I both recognized that Warren could think so much faster than he could talk that it was up to us to learn to follow portions of "unspoken conversation." And since we could, in fact, do this, our bond of friendship grew ever stronger.
Even after I moved from the community, our friendships continued so long as we were all alive. Warren moved to the southern part of the state to become president of a bank overlooking the Ohio River. Phil remained in Loonville until after the death of his wife. My spouse was the first to pass away, followed shortly by Phil's wife. Then Warren's wife became terminally ill, and after a long battle, she too, was no longer with us.
It is almost incredible to believe, but the paths of our lives bore great similarity even after our respective tenures in Loonville were long past. Warren retired from the bank, married a widow lady and moved to a small acreage near I-65 north of Louisville. Phil remarried, and moved to Indianapolis with his new bride. I also married for a second time, and continued to live in Perfect.
We saw each other from time to time and always picked up right where we left off. Phil was the first to depart the group, and Warren and I met in Indianapolis to attend his funeral. Several years later, I got a call from his wife telling me that Warren had literally passed away along the berm of the road as he and his dog were on their morning walk.
Phil, Warren, I miss you guys.
© 2010 David W. Lacy
Monday, August 2, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Question: How do you limit God in your life?
Read v. 11 and 42: They remembered not his hand, nor the day when he delivered them from the enemy.
2. When we ask in our will, not in God's will. Unbelief limits the workings of God.
Pray "Lord, keep me from my desires." When we say "no" to God's plan, we limit His workings.
3. We limit God when we are "fair weather friends" using Him to our advantage. We limit Him when we are only half-way committed to His will.
Why go "all out" for God?
Not just for our own welfare, but for the good of future generations. vv. 5-7.
For he established a testimony in Jacob, and appointed a law in Israel, which he commanded our fathers, that they should make them known to their children: That the generation to come might know them, even the children which should be born; who should arise and declare them to their children: That they might set their hope in God, and not forget the works of God, but keep his commandments.