January 3, 2011
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For Sunday, January 2, 2011
Typical me–didn’t get to sit down at my computer on January 2–is that a record for breaking a resolution–the very next day?? Oh, well, I’ll do it when I can and, hopefully, keep it up.
Sunday morning was COLD and crisp in our Almartha valley, about 10 degrees, but the bright sunshine made it feel warmer. We went to church, taking Stan’s mother, Julia, along with us as we always do. Sunday School was GOOD today! I was so thankful for a roomful and many, many good comments. I teach a class of adults, mostly our age and a tiny bit older, and our lessons for January continue from Isaiah. I was a little dismayed when I saw that–December also was from that book, and I was ready for a new theme. But it turned out to be good.
We also talked a bit about why a new year and a new beginning can be so important and that God is the author of new beginnings. I shared that one of my resolutions is to spend a little more time this year on genealogy. Last year I spent LOTS of time on our new Historium, where people can come and do genealogy research, but I put aside my own family research, and so I hope to get back to it. But no matter how many branches on one’s family tree, the most important family connection anyone has is his relationship to our Father God.
After church, we (someone–not me) rested for an hour, hoping futilely that the Chiefs would make a dramatic comeback. Then we headed out for a check of some of our cow/calf herds. It has been a mild, dry winter, a good scenario for cattlemen. The grass has held out well, although we’re now feeding on most places. Our drive took us to a farm we call the Honeycutt Place, known, as is our custom, for the family from whom the land was originally purchased. It is a ridgetop farm, with some open fields that drop off sharply into some very steep hollows (the Ozarkian word is “holler.”) We got out and walked to the very edge of one dramatic drop-off and looked down–way down. It was late in the day by then, but we thought it might be fun to sometime continue down–down and down. We’d need to get an earlier start, have a water bottle and I’d want to bring my camera.
When we got back to the house at dark, we found company–Derek, Sus, Wyatt and Addie had come over to get some things and drop off one sweet thing–Wyatt! He doesn’t have school today so is spending it with us. Wyatt is going to help me roll our retired cedar Christmas tree into the lake this morning–he thinks that should be fun, and I do, too, having his help! A five-year-old puts a fun spin on almost anything, as long as it involves ACTIVITY.
Comments (5)
Nice update! Makes me feel like I actually spent a few minutes with you. Sounds like a planned adventure to go down, down, down that embankment!!(is that the right word) or does drop off say it all?
I LOVE reading your post!! And naming the farms, ….. we do the same thing….Leo’s place, the Smith Farm, the Tackett Place, The 80, Waneta’s 40, The Home Place, down at Ken’s, The Donner Place, (and yes, they were descendants of the Donner Party and that horrible winter in the “DONNER PASS”. )
@Lucy_or_Ethel - Drop off says it all! Straight down!
@GrannyHummingbird - How interesting!
That is what our bestest friends who are big time farmers do with all their farms. They all have the long time owners names on whatever 80 or 40 or whatever amt. of land there is. I enjoy my day trips with you. Know you are enjoying the g-son.