Tuesday, October 7, 2008

In God We Trust?


World War Museum Indianapolis, IN


It doesn't matter where you stand politcally, it seems as if everywhere you turn, people are looking to the government to fix everything in their lives, them, their kids, their educations, financial and health problems, everything.

This is not the way our forefathers envisioned this land. They thought this land would provide opportunity, sure, and it would provide a place to come and prove yourself. Nothing was to be guaranteed. Here was the promised land, a melting pot that many longed and even ached and dreamed to come to, they worked hard to be able to get here: so much that some even indentured themselves as slaves for years to get here! And lo, they finally came, after a long and life-risking journey, kissed the ground, breathed in the freedom, and GOT TO WORK.

They worked, they loved, they proved themselves and made you prove yourself, too! Yes and sometimes they prospered, and then again maybe tragedy would strike and it would all be taken from them, but they dearly loved this land anyway, just for the simple fact of the freedom they had here to be what they could be and then they gave back. They founded a government for and by the people. They declared their independence. They had foresight and knew the consequences of bad governing. They knew the lessons of tyranny very well.

They worked until it hurt, toiled from daylight til dark, took very few opportunities to relax and got back at it again. They were bold enough (and meek enough) to know that sometimes choosing freedom meant that someone must give their life. It meant something, was sacred.

How times have changed, and how sad that is as slowly, like a dripping faucet: we allow just enough to change in increments to the point where the government is who the people look to when things go wrong and risks taken must be made right by "big daddy".

Just how would George Washington view the whining and complaining that is taking place for all of us who really have it so easy compared to the real men who founded this country?

Where have all the real men gone? Real men trust God. Real men know that God is the one we must look to for answers. Real men know that God asks us to live upright lives and choose the right morals, and he will take care of the rest. Real men know that government is not the answer to every problem.

What America is craving is real leadership. A lot of us thought that would be what George W. Bush would bring, but he disappointed many of us in that area.

Speaking of real men, it brings to mind John Wayne....click on this link to hear him recite AMERICA, WHY I LOVE HER.

http://sagebrushpatriot.com/america.htm

Monday, October 6, 2008

CHICKEN SOUP CURES ALL....

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I just don't know what it is about fall, but it seems like a special kind of satisfaction sets in once I get all my corn shocks tied together, the pumpkins taken from their vines in the garden and get them all set out, the colorful fall grapevine wreaths hung on the porch, and a pretty fall tablecloth on the dining room table with a special centerpiece. I got all that done yesterday afternoon on a beautiful lazy Sunday afternoon. Lem and Mark went out hunting, so I got busy.

Getting all that done makes me feel like fall is really here, and so I want to get a pot of soup going, and bake a loaf of egg bread, the recipe my dear friend Pat shared with me years and years ago when we were country neighbors! (Pat's bread is the best and sweetest, most lightly delicate bread you've ever had the privelege of melting a pat of butter on! And Pat was one of the most giving and sharing friends I have ever had the privelege to know!)

Anyway, there's a certain sense of well-being and caring for your family when you have a pot of soup on the stove, a loaf of bread going and the laundry hung on the line on a beautiful and crisp autumn afternoon. (It makes me want to put on an apron and ring a dinner bell!)

Chopping the onions, carrots and the celery is a therapy in itself. It speaks of care and love. As the afternoon wears on and you stop what you're doing to take a sniff, the aroma of the bread baking and the soup simmering is a reminder of what's to come: everyone sitting down together at the dinner table with your family slurping good old chicken noodle soup and cutting big hunks of bread off to butter! For me, showing my love is cooking for my family and fall brings out the best!

OFFICIAL FARMHOUSE FOOD!

Mark likes BIG BUCKS and he cannot lie....the smile tells it all!

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Oh, Mark is one happy guy. I've NEVER seen him smile quite this big for a picture yet! I guess he reserves the smile with teeth (the ones we paid all that money to straighten!) for the really important things in life!


All that money he spent on his new bow and all the stuff to go with it is paying off again this year. He's two and two: two deer in two years! He also believes (and invests quite heavily in) scent lures! He got this big daddy last night right around dusk, and it took him and his dad and Luke over an hour and a half to haul it out to the trail to be loaded on a truck. I bet they're all pretty sore today. My only contribution was to drive trucks where they needed to be. That was fun, and none of the trucks got stuck! (Darn, I love to get stuck once in a while!)


Lem said he thought this guy was going to dress out over 200 pounds. He thought that the deer weighed over 275 before gutting him. They had to haul him through the corn and they just about wore themselves out getting him up to the truck. They were covered head to toe in burrs and pickers!
This year, Lem got smart (like I told him to, hehehe!) and got a come-along for up in the 12' barn rafters and he got this buck put up without too much effort. Mark and Lem and Luke all have good stories to tell about this big bad boy!

Lem found the deer where it fell, and Luke found the arrow so Mark was thrilled that he isn't even short an arrow this year like he was last year!