QUIET, QUALITY TIME AT LAKE HOPE AND THE SCHOOL HOUSE

     Sometimes I just like to get away by myself and listen to the “Quiet of Nature”. I have found it difficult to get rid of all man made sound, those airplanes just keep flying.  One of my favorite areas is the Lake Hope area of Vinton County.

 LAKE HOPE

If you want quiet early spring or late fall before hunting season is the best.

Decided to have a little lunch and “hang out” at the HOPE SCHOOL HOSE .

 

Put a blanket on the ground by those trees and spent a couple hours.. Man made noise= two cars and two planes. NOT BAD

I often go by myself. Linda likes to keep moving while I like to stop listen and do a little meditating. I will often contemplate :::

THE PRAYER OF ST. FRANCIS

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace,
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy;

O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.

For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

A little time like this makes for some quiet quality time for me

Thanks  Joe Todd

 

REGULAR MEETING OF THE COMMONSENSE CLUB THIS APRIL 15 2009

Thomas Paine Born
January 29, 1737
Thetford, Norfolk, Great Britain Died
June 8, 1809 (aged 72)
New York, NY, Wikipedia
Enlightenment, Liberalism, Radicalism, Republicanism Main interests
Religion, Ethics, Politics

     At the regular meeting of the Commonsense Club some closing remarks were made by Bro. Jim H.  as follows:

     “My fellow members of this here club, I wish to assure you that these are troublous times. We are living in the midst of sin and sorrow and mostly the sorrow is the result of the sin. However, I want to say that honesty ain’t such a rare virtue as some folks suppose, but you better keep your eye skinned for dishonesty. It slips up on you unawares. “All is not gold that glitters,” said the poet, or somebody. And when you are offered goods below cost, or “just as good for less,”  keep your hand on your purse tight. And when you read an ad that offers to tell you how to get rich, if you send in seventy five cents—hold on to your money for the man that knows that little secret ain’t goin’ to sell it for no six bits.

     And when the polytician says, “Come vote with us and we will do you good,” he may mean to do you, for sure.

     So I’m a tellin ye now, keep your eyes wide open and your purse tight shut. For while most folks is square,and our neighbors are as good as we are, and some of em better, yet the swindler and the grafter and the gambler is abroad on the land a seekin whom he may devour, and a wise looking-out for your own self  is worth a ton of complaining afterwards, when you realize your loss.

     And don’t you notice that the places to spend money is more numerous than the places to earn it. It seems so distasteful to some to earn money that they devise some plan to get money  and that is why I am saying to you all, beware.

     Let us cogitate more on the earning and saving of our slender incomes and forget some of the spending and waste.

     You all is dumb enough to know that when you make a dollar and spend two dollars you is worse than broke. Business  teach spending, and amusements teach waste. This club instructs you to earn—yes earn an honest livin’ and live an honest life.  

Submitted by the scribe: Joe Todd

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FOUNDING OF THE COMMONSENSE CLUB AS REPORTED BY THE SCRIBE::JOE TODD

OUR HERO Thomas Paine 

CHARTER MEMBERS::

Professor  Dick K. far left and Bro. Joe D. far right

Bro. Jim H. , Scribe Joe Todd in middle and Bro. Charlie L.

     The Commonsense Club is a group, supposedly, of men mature in years and experience. Some of them are retired from their calling and some are very actively engaged, but all have a vital interest in the community affairs.

     We are not permitted to divulge the proceedings of the meetings of the club, but we may report the sentiments expressed in the address that is always provided for the final item on the program.

     The personnel of the membership ranges all the way from Bro. Joe D. who is a sort of genius, with meager education but a wealth of gumption, sound sense and philosophy, to the pedantic book worm and theorist Professor Dick K.

     Believing these terse talks to the club to be sensible, as a usual thing, and practiced, it is our purpose, from time to time, to present them to the readers of this blog. So we make our bow by setting forth the voluntary remarks of Bro. Joe D.  at the close of the first meeting of the club when its organization was completed:

     “ Brothers of the Commonsense Club—We are now a constituted club. I congratulate you on being charter members.  There are clubs a plenty in these days, but none to many of the right sort.

     Each member is an American, regardless of race or color, a resident of this community, with a live interest in its affairs.  We are all of the common people which comprises the majority.  So we launch this club believing that it will fill a long felt need and we confidently expect to reap a rich fruitage from its activities.  And while our meetings shall be helpful and educational and inspiring, we mean to make them interesting, entertaining and enthusiastic.  Let us be good members, which means good neighbors, good citizens and respectable high class men.  Let this club be the mountain peak, in our thoughts and aspirations, from which to increase our faith and courage that we need to carry on.”

ADJOURNED..

REPORTED BY THE SCRIBE: JOE TODD 4/14/2009

THE GATES OF HELL

I found this poem while going through my Great Grandfather The Rev. Nathan Johnson’s papers.

I found it interesting and might be appropriate today.

Rejected

A stranger stood at the Gates of hell
And the Devil himself answered the bell.
He looked him over from head to toe
And said: My friend, I'd like to know
What you have done in the line of sin
To entitle you to come within?

Then Franklin D, with his usual guile
Stepped forth with his toothy smile and said:

"When I took charge in '33
A nations faith was mine," said he
"I promised them this and I promised them that
And I calmed them down with a fireside chat.
I spent their money in fishing trips
And fished from the decks of their battleships.
I gave them jobs in the WPA
Then raised their taxes and took it away.
I raised their wages and closed their shops
I killed their pigs and buried their crops
I double-crossed both old and young
And still the folks my praises sung.
I brought back beer, and what do you think?
I taxed it so high they couldn't drink.
I furnished 'em money with Government loans
When they missed a payment I took their homes.
When I wanted to punish the folks, you know
I'd put my wife on the radio.
I paid them to let their farms lie still
And imported foodstuffs from Brazil.
I curtailed crops when I felt real mean
And shipped in crops from the Argentine.
When they started to worry, stew and fret
I got them to chant the alphabet
With the AAA and the NLB
The WPA and the CCC.
With these many units I got their goats
And still I crammed it down their throats.
My workers worked with the speed of snails
While the taxpayers chewed their fingernails.
When the organization needed dough
I closed their plants with the CIO.
I ruined jobs, I ruined health
And I put the screws on the rich man's wealth.
And some who couldn't stand the gaff
Would call on me and how I'd laugh.
When they got too strong on certain things
I'd pack and head for "Ole Warm Springs."
I ruined their country, their homes and then
I placed the blame on "Nine Old Men."

Now Franklin talked both long and loud
And the devil stood and his head he bowed.
At last he said: "Lets make it clear
You'll have to move, you can't stay here
For once you mingle with this mob, I'll have to find myself a job."

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The author of this New Deal verse is unknown, but clearly he was a great American

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Every once in awhile I have to throw something like this in… I would rather be hiking, golfing,or doing a little fishing… Thanks, Joe Todd

A “PHOTO HIKE” SPRING 2009::GRAPE VINES,FUNGI,MAY APPLES, AND MORE LANCASTER,OHIO FAIRFIELD COUNTY

May apple, Devil's Apple, Hog-apple, Indian Apple, American Mandrake, American May Apple, Racoonberry, Wild Lemon and witches umbrella…

Puffball, so-called because of its circular shape and ability to have its spores "puffed" out of a hole dissolved in the top.

LEARN ABOUT

THE INHALED PUFFBALL INCIDENT.

NOW FOR YOU FAIRFIELD

COUNTY OHIO RESIDENTS:

WHERE SPECIFICALLY IS THIS CEMENT ROCK CORNER POST?  IT IS IN A PUBLIC AREA OF FAIRFIELD COUNTY…

A LITTLE PHARMACOGNOSY:

1. MAYAPPLE::Podophyllin is a resinous powder obtained by precipitating an alcoholic tincture of the rhizome of American May apple (Podophyllum peltatum)AND is used to remove genital warts very carefully.

2.PUFFBALLS::Puffballs were  used in Tibet for making ink. Also,The Lakota tribe of Native Americans used this clean dry material in their medicine. They are called puffballs because a cloud of brown dust-like spores is emitted when the mature fruiting body bursts.

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DONUTS FOR DAD AT WILLIAM’S SCHOOL GRANDPA GOT TO FILL IN FOR DAD

 

     Picking up my GRANDSON  William today in Toledo Ohio. He will be visiting for a couple days so I may be busy……to say the least….

EVERYONE  ENJOY THE DAY…………….Joe Todd