Alice's Column

 
   

September 2005

Think how great our Divine Creatorís wisdom is above all other wisdom created. The rain which is so needed, the sunshine so needed - along with men in charge of needs like sowing seeds, harvesting crops - supplies the continuation of our cycle of plant life. Thus manís need for food is supplied by that Wisdom.

It is such an example of infinite Wisdom supplying the needs of man. I like the Wisdom weíre given to keep the continuation of the food supply with man as caretaker.

What if our world which whirls in space werenít perfect in supplying motherís milk for babies, from humans, to animals, like cats, dogs, and buffalos. Brains capture this Infinite Wisdom. All creation has an origin too far back to imagine when there was nothingness.

"Whatís the good of trying?"

I like to think of all our needs being met from a complete plan set into action.

"In the beginning," that Awesome Wisdom we call God, made all things from nothing that existed before. What unfolds causes us to worship, which comes from those brain cells naturally.

We take each new day so carefully prepared for us with uninterruptible perfection.

Itís the vastness of such perfect doings: night, day, sun, rain, cold winters, warm and continuous hot summer days.

One man had the wisdom to come to Beaver County to settle a grand place for his current family and all the future Spohn family to occupy. It was never to be sold to anyone outside his family. He was part of a large group of those settling in with their schools, churches, and supply stores.

He had a large part in developing the Beaver community, working at many jobs, including county attorney and county judge. All this was accomplished even through the tragedy of the death of his wife and having to send his daughter to live with an aunt in Iowa.

August 2005

A good rain is a good blessing in this country!

In Georgia where I used to live, we would sigh, "Oh, my, itís raining again." Well, I have lived long in both places and I prefer less rain - Iím a sunshine one for sure and it does seem to me here is best, because we have lots of sunshine, which I do prefer, and it is very seldom if at all we get too much.

When wheat fields need to be cut, we all are distressed but certainly it isnít often. Of course, here that cool with dampness is a blessing. Well, itís home to me.

When you get old, one does forget long pasts.

Right now itís cooling off - that is special. A perking up with the cool, even my dog doesnít seem to mind rain. It is the cooling I think since it is so hot in the summer here.

Who fusses over weather you canít do anything about? I like less rain because sometimes it can get distressing as it did in Georgia. "Isnít it ever going to stop raining?"

It is often said when I lived with Bill in Georgia. We had a very pretty yard which was so big it was a job to keep it pretty, with all the rain making everything grow so much. It amazes me that here with little rain, the soil gets used to it and makes other pretty things to grow, like lots of soapweeds and sagebrush.

Living in both places, I canít choose which I like better because they are both favorites. In both places, we lived in the country, which I have always preferred. It is a quiet benefit for writing books and columns.

I love "Windmill Valley" except for my wonderful Bill. Itís the reason I came home when I did. Not having him and having been willed this place, it was easy to come home.

Oh, how I love it! My friends are all so special here.

My Windmill Valley is a little bit of heaven, with all my Beaver friends.

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Itís interesting to find out you donít feel any older at ninety-seven than you did at eighty-five.

I have rather blurry eyes, and donít walk without short steps and a hump.

For many a previous year I have seen old people walk and said I was "not going to walk that way!"

But at 97, my walk is badly bent over and my eyes are blurry.

I take the cake as they say... being old.

What I am so very relieved about is that nothing at all happens to your thinking! Oh, what a relief! That thinking "machine" has no blur at all.

For years, Iíve kneeled down and asked God to tell me what to say and I get a clear result which has not stopped and oh, how filled with gratitude.

I am telling you this because if you are old and never can think the way you used to, I say "kneel down and ask God for what you need to know."

You are pleased to the brim with the contact and joy knowing "God is everywhere and I think for sure, he is our Father in Heaven, we His child."

That was Christís way to get the help He needed.

It gives God full attention.

With His mighty unfailing help.

Oh, "Thy Kingdom Come. Thy Will Be Done."

God the Completer of Life on Earth!

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God never lets go of us is what I hang onto continually as Iíve said often.

From babyhood on I feel safe in my Creatorís arms.

Maybe itís because I feel safe, well, happy, and at peace.

My conception of God is unequal. Wisdom Creator of all our good, keeping it good.

From a hatching bird in a nest to a tiny child safe as it develops and emerges.

Our infinite wisdom. God fills so much space with the good in its variety of all; from humans to the nesting of the birds.

Itís such a joy to be a part of it all, all perfect from a leaf to our ears.

You say not always? To me itís God; our infinite creating wisdom.

Where does the bad come from? Rattlesnakes? Fleas? Its own, its own. A disobedience of the mind that thinks you.

Our humble, pure, holy, infinite Creator of good, where freedom makes a very slight slip, where the preacher doesnít fully catch an intended uplift.

July 2005

In all my 97 years of living I cherish most we were given eyes.

Looking out the window at a beautiful tree filled with every branch loaded with rather large bright pink blossoms itís a sight Iíve never before seen. Iíve encouraged all to make the trip out to add to your life such a sight.

Something about it seems as though it is overflowing with joy and love. Oh, the gift it is to all who have it to add to their memory.

And much to my delight the blooms are lingering as though to give everyone a chance to see it! And do feel welcome for I donít think anyone has seen its equal.

I am thrilled over its love. You just feel loved by it!

Oh, the gift trees are! Can you imagine never a tree anywhere?

When my husband and I went to California we found hardly a tree in Arizona. Just sagebrush and soap weeds which we have here, except we can plant trees and with care they grow, like this gorgeous pink bloomed tree. I water it thoroughly to keep it lasting as I promise you have never seen its equal.

I want it to be long lasting. Years ahead, one of the grand sights in the panhandle so that in the years ahead all of the state will have to have a look!

Years ahead, "Have you seen the Pink Tree?"

The top event of the spring.

"Oh, youíre overdoing it!"

Wait till you see it! I say again and again.

 

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My happiness has hit tops. I feel good, hear good, see good. I am overflowing with thanks to God. Maybe it is my reward for always starting the day with my lesson from the Bible and the book, "Science and Health," by M.B. Eddy. A new lesson every week. This week titled Love.

My life takes a lot of love this morning. For my big cat that dashed out in the cold to go to her tree and settle on that high limb where she spends the day. She doesnít like the old cat nor the white kitten that loves to play and the other cat is above such silliness.

I myself, woke up excited today. I am close to 97 years old and feel 50. I simply feel fine. I think that a day starts with a very good Bible lesson. It gets me "cleared out."

I gave myself a life thinking Iím 50. Who could drag around at 50? Thinking fifty and stick right to it is a real help. In the long ago before such figures were invented, I kept out of the age numbers.

And I enjoy my pets, all so loving. I think of dear friends I like and pray all are well and keep good food to eat at mealtime.

Being happy is my daily job.

Fifty in age?

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Itís interesting how our big stretches of pasture land have many, many soapweeds, along with patches of cactus full of stickers.

The cactus has beautiful yellow blossoms which end up in nickel-sized pads covered with needles that really stick in like needles if you accidentally step on one.

So many farm lands elsewhere have trees and wild berry bushes.

But our old, old rather gray prairie grasslands are such that you can see in all directions for endless stretches. Along creeks there are often wild cottonwood trees which I like so much. They have small balls that open into loose white balls that blow in our warm summer winds tossing the "cotton" in little whiffs. - "Summer snow."

Grayish buffalo grass covers the lands, so short and curled it would be impossible to cut. For wheat and broom corn stalks, one just plows the soil to loosen it, the little gray grass particles mixed in.

Now and then up leaps a gray jack rabbit with its long ears and little tail.

Our Oklahoma panhandle at least is quite pleasing in its very different areas.

Those big yellow cactus blooms that make them like stickery fruits have been cut (with gloves on) and tasted, slightly sweet in their seeded yellow pulp.

My old unbothered land is quite typical with its soapweeds and sagebrush - the sage is very gray and furry, like an old gray cat. They are no more than two feet high and the bushes a foot or so high and never blooms.

There is not a tree in sight.

The now and then seen rattlesnakes find themselves a good place to get out of the hot summer sun.

My long stays in Iowa and Georgia with all their greenery make this my homeland special. Hot summers, cold, snowy winters make "Home Sweet Home" for sure.

Think how great our Divine Creatorís wisdom is above all other wisdom created. The rain which is so needed, the sunshine so needed - along with men in charge of needs like sowing seeds, harvesting crops - supplies the continuation of our cycle of plant life. Thus manís need for food is supplied by that Wisdom.

It is such an example of infinite Wisdom supplying the needs of man. I like the Wisdom weíre given to keep the continuation of the food supply with man as caretaker.

What if our world which whirls in space werenít perfect in supplying motherís milk for babies, from humans, to animals, like cats, dogs, and buffalos. Brains capture this Infinite Wisdom. All creation has an origin too far back to imagine when there was nothingness.

"Whatís the good of trying?"

I like to think of all our needs being met from a complete plan set into action.

"In the beginning," that Awesome Wisdom we call God, made all things from nothing that existed before. What unfolds causes us to worship, which comes from those brain cells naturally.

We take each new day so carefully prepared for us with uninterruptible perfection.

Itís the vastness of such perfect doings: night, day, sun, rain, cold winters, warm and continuous hot summer days.

One man had the wisdom to come to Beaver County to settle a grand place for his current family and all the future Spohn family to occupy. It was never to be sold to anyone outside his family. He was part of a large group of those settling in with their schools, churches, and supply stores.

He had a large part in developing the Beaver community, working at many jobs, including county attorney and county judge. All this was accomplished even through the tragedy of the death of his wife and having to send his daughter to live with an aunt in Iowa.

A good rain is a good blessing in this country!

In Georgia where I used to live, we would sigh, "Oh, my, itís raining again." Well, I have lived long in both places and I prefer less rain - Iím a sunshine one for sure and it does seem to me here is best, because we have lots of sunshine, which I do prefer, and it is very seldom if at all we get too much.

When wheat fields need to be cut, we all are distressed but certainly it isnít often. Of course, here that cool with dampness is a blessing. Well, itís home to me.

When you get old, one does forget long pasts.

Right now itís cooling off - that is special. A perking up with the cool, even my dog doesnít seem to mind rain. It is the cooling I think since it is so hot in the summer here.

Who fusses over weather you canít do anything about? I like less rain because sometimes it can get distressing as it did in Georgia. "Isnít it ever going to stop raining?"

It is often said when I lived with Bill in Georgia. We had a very pretty yard which was so big it was a job to keep it pretty, with all the rain making everything grow so much. It amazes me that here with little rain, the soil gets used to it and makes other pretty things to grow, like lots of soapweeds and sagebrush.

Living in both places, I canít choose which I like better because they are both favorites. In both places, we lived in the country, which I have always preferred. It is a quiet benefit for writing books and columns.

I love "Windmill Valley" except for my wonderful Bill. Itís the reason I came home when I did. Not having him and having been willed this place, it was easy to come home.

Oh, how I love it! My friends are all so special here.

My Windmill Valley is a little bit of heaven, with all my Beaver friends.

June 16,m 2005

What cuter than a playful baby kitten! I can watch her play endlessly. I call her Bessie. Her mother is very proud of her baby and watches her constantly.

They want to make sure I am watching them. Johnny Dog has a pleased look as he watches the cats play. His old nest keeps him laying near me.

In a nursing home the old people need a pet to love. Please sons and daughters bring your loved one a pet to love sometimes.

When you go on vacation leave your pets with someone that cares for them until you return.

I enjoy my freedom to have as many pets as I want. Also, I enjoy my collection of music boxes and quite a doll collection. Live things are best...my loving pets.

June 9, 2005

Itís a wonderful feeling to be shown safety.

I was writing when comes a knock at the door. It was a friend who wanted to know how I was feeling and check up on me.

It was a great and sunny morning. We enjoyed a good visit. Oh how wonderful to have special friends. Such a surprise.

Itís a bumpy journey to here but not too bad. One has to slow a bit. What a joy to live here on the farm. I enjoy myself too much to worry. My cat jumps upon my lap when I sit down...so loving.

When I was a child we had a cow named Bess and a horse named Ginger. We took turns riding Ginger.

My neighbor has Black Angus cows on the grass. A happy sight.

I feel safe here and so at home.

May 19, 2005

Oh, what a birthday. Biggest save for last!

Born in 1908, mother died when I was eight, and her last wish was that I GO LIVE WITH HER SISTER Fannie in Iowa since my father John was County Attorney and would have a big enough job in raising their two sons, Jean and Hugh.

So off to Iowa I went, for years so lonesome for daddy and brothers, Jean and Hugh, as well as being a lonesome daddyís girl.

Grown, I went to Iowa City on the recommendation of my English teacher that I go to study writing since my story writing was good.

That I did. So lonesome for my brothers as well as being a daddyís girl. When I went to the dining hall to eat lunch and left with William Newton following me.

We eventually married and he got a teaching job at the University of Texas.

Bill was very pleased I wanted to write instead of raising a family as he admitted kids drove him nuts. He lived where there were six noisy kids!

Years later while we lived in Atlanta Georgia on a farm we called Care-Careless Acres and got two grand horses so we could go riding and had three dogs we loved.

I wrote books, have eleven published, when finally he died I immediately wanted to come to Beaver and build a house on the 140 acre farm west of town which my father had willed to me.

Dean Gregg came out and welcomed me to Beaver and said he would take me to the courthouse where I could register as a tax payer and get the advantages of citizen with all rights.

So here I am, happy as a lark even enjoying reading The Herald-Democrat and asked even to write a column for it.

Thank You isnít a big enough word for Beaverís birthday party for my 97th!

I thought all who read my column and donít know me from Adam would like a glimpse at least. So this is it.

May 12, 2005

Think how great our Divine Creatorís wisdom is above all other wisdom created. The rain which is so needed, the sunshine so needed - along with men in charge of needs like sowing seeds, harvesting crops - supplies the continuation of our cycle of plant life. Thus manís need for food is supplied by that Wisdom.

It is such an example of infinite Wisdom supplying the needs of man. I like the Wisdom weíre given to keep the continuation of the food supply with man as caretaker.

What if our world which whirls in space werenít perfect in supplying motherís milk for babies, from humans, to animals, like cats, dogs, and buffalos. Brains capture this Infinite Wisdom. All creation has an origin too far back to imagine when there was nothingness.

"Whatís the good of trying?"

I like to think of all our needs being met from a complete plan set into action.

"In the beginning," that Awesome Wisdom we call God, made all things from nothing that existed before. What unfolds causes us to worship, which comes from those brain cells naturally.

We take each new day so carefully prepared for us with uninterruptible perfection.

Itís the vastness of such perfect doings: night, day, sun, rain, cold winters, warm and continuous hot summer days.

One man had the wisdom to come to Beaver County to settle a grand place for his current family and all the future Spohn family to occupy. It was never to be sold to anyone outside his family. He was part of a large group of those settling in with their schools, churches, and supply stores.

He had a large part in developing the Beaver community, working at many jobs, including county attorney and county judge. All this was accomplished even through the tragedy of the death of his wife and having to send his daughter to live with an aunt in Iowa.

April 28, 2005

God never lets go of us is what I hang onto continually as Iíve said often.

From babyhood on I feel safe in my Creatorís arms.

Maybe itís because I feel safe, well, happy, and at peace.

My conception of God is unequal. Wisdom Creator of all our good, keeping it good.

From a hatching bird in a nest to a tiny child safe as it develops and emerges.

Our infinite wisdom. God fills so much space with the good in its variety of all; from humans to the nesting of the birds.

Itís such a joy to be a part of it all, all perfect from a leaf to our ears.

You say not always? To me itís God; our infinite creating wisdom.

Where does the bad come from? Rattlesnakes? Fleas? Its own, its own. A disobedience of the mind that thinks you.

Our humble, pure, holy, infinite Creator of good, where freedom makes a very slight slip, where the preacher doesnít fully catch an intended uplift.

April 21, 2005

This yearís cowchip days were great!

I think they gathered many old dried-up cowchip on my farm since there are many Black Angus cattle grazing on my grassy farm.

I enjoy the sight, especially the bouncing calves.

Long, long ago my father used to take the horse drawn wagon with us three kids and go all around gathering the dried cowchip to burn and oh, how cozy the house was during the winters.

No trees, the cowchips made it possible to live in this wide tree-less Panhandle.

I imagine in this day Cowchip tossing is awful to visitors, but if you saw one you would find they pick up without breaking and do burn in a strong steady blaze.

I well remember the large box full of cowchips keeping us cozy.

"Better go out in the wagon and gather some more cowchips! We want to be cozy at Christmas!"

"Maybe weíll find a little tree by the creek."

"Oh, we must never pull up a little tree! That wooden one daddy made is all right for you kids to hang your stockings on."

In this day our stores have shipped in trees to sell and we think nothing at all decorating our big shipped-in trees.

Weíre pleased when we drive around in the truck, no trees, looking for those cowchips to toss.

In parts of our Nation full of trees I bet itís hard to collect cowchips if not impossible as it would take so long to find dry ones.

Good old Beaver County is just right for the game!

All those huge machine traveling though town though it was a grand joke to get onto! "Whee!"

I yelled Whee!, too, because I donít have to go out in the pasture and get a wheel barrow full of cowchips to keep warm when the wind blows in snow and you canít find the bloominí things!

I do thank all our guests in a big way to celebrate those old days.

We donít need the dang things here on the farm in APRIL

April 14, 2005

To the child, the cats and dogs are something to love and take care of.

This is my case. I have three cats and one dog. All loved and given every care to keep them happy and at peace.

Friends on a trip left their cat with me and the white pretty cat did not like the place, nor me, nor my three cats and dog.

I gave her special attention but in a week she dashed off and with days of calling, searching, and phoning neighbors to find out if they had seen her I found they hadnít seen a cat like that.

It made me think we must leave our pets at the animal clinic where they cannot escape and get in trouble.

Oh, how I pray sheís safe somewhere!

When we go on trips let us remember our very loved pets donít like to be left with strange people (cat lovers though they be!) with other cats and dogs they arenít familiar with.

From the picture you can see of all animals I have them at the top in ability to love people.

Oh, the joy they bring us.

My heart overflows with thanks to our divine Creator of it all!

March 31, 2005

My two brothers surely were disappointed when that baby mama was going to have turned out to be a girl. Oh how awful - a girl!

"Whatís her name?"

"You name her."

"Fiddlesticks" is a good name. Mama and Papa laughed. Hugh and Gene thought that was a good name. They laughed and said "Fiddlesticks."

I was told the boys bounced around saying "Fiddlesticks." It was a word Grandpa used frequently. I was told my crying was maddening to all.

And they called me "Crybaby."

"Dear boys, you should have heard Hugh cry." Papa said. Hugh was the loudest crybaby. Gene was a premature child and his cries were rather faint; in fact, Papa said we both prayed a lot that he would even make it.

Papa laughed. Gene Rushkin had a time of it as a child. But here he is my little Jeanie Boy. Even church folks prayed about him. Those little feet and cute little hands. Oh, how everybody prayed. It was a nice circle of dear ones and it was not until Mama died when I was 8 years old that I realized how much it meant to me.

Sometimes we went to the sandhills, running to the top, and rolling down. We had a syrup bucket full of lunch for the trip. If a birthday was present, we would have a big cake, which was all of the special things that we had long, long ago.

Now days it seems all to be entertainment with TV, good and educational. But, oh, the sandhill days were my favorites. Sunday school classes went there for picnics often after church.

So Beaver does have its sandhill playground, which makes our town very special. I hope still itís the special treat for Beaverís children.

That picnic to the sandhills.

Never let TV outplay our sandhill picnics!

March 24, 2005

To the child, the cats and dogs are something to love and take care of.

This is my case. I have three cats and one dog. All loved and given every care to keep them happy and at peace.

Friends on a trip left their cat with me and the white pretty cat did not like the place, nor me, nor my three cats and dog.

I gave her special attention but in a week she dashed off and with days of calling, searching, and phoning neighbors to find out if they had seen her I found they hadnít seen a cat like that.

It made me think we must leave our pets at the animal clinic where they cannot escape and get in trouble.

Oh, how I pray sheís safe somewhere!

When we go on trips let us remember our very loved pets donít like to be left with strange people (cat lovers though they be!) with other cats and dogs they arenít familiar with.

From the picture you can see of all animals I have them at the top in ability to love people. (Ed Note. Pictures to come later.)

Oh, the joy they bring us.

My heart overflows with thanks to our divine Creator of it all!

March 17, 2005

 

From the PTCI newsletter the Communicator, March 2005.

Aliceís Column

Sheíll be 97 on May 5. She lives alone, plays her 100-year-old Emerson piano to lift her spirits, and writes a weekly column for the Herald Democrat in Beaver. "I couldnít live if I couldnít write," Alice said recently. In July 2002, Alice wrote in her column, "I canít think of a time in my life I like better than now with this column-writing job." Though she had a desire to write beginning at age four, she followed in her motherís footsteps and received a degree from Simpson College Conservatory of Music. With encouragement from a college professor, Alice Newton went on to the University of Iowa to study English and writing.

In her 16th book, The Sun Says When, Alice wrote at age 86, "I would feel bad to leave a book idea unfinished ó so fulfilling is the job of writing. Itís because it is a form of listening. I put down what Something bigger than I am tells me to. It makes me feel terribly close to our divine Creator, which is a feeling I long to share. Dying, for me, will be one chapter in lifeís book closed for the next one."

Alice Spohn Newtonís life has not been easy, but her sunny disposition conceals that fact. "Life is a fabulous adventure!" Alice wrote in one of her columns. She admits to being "a happy person by choice." She advises others to keep active; find something you enjoy doing and do it! She is excited to be alive and feeling good.

Alice and her husband, William, who was a chemical engineer, taught at Georgia Tech. After retirement in 1973, William found he had Alzheimerís disease and decided to end his life. Having never had children, Alice was left alone.

Alice had yearned for many years to return to her roots in Beaver, Oklahoma. For Alice, Beaver was her home, though when she was eight years old she was sent to Iowa to live with an aunt after her mother died of spinal meningitis. Her father, John Alva Spohn, an attorney, had ridden a bicycle from Iowa in 1902 to homestead 60 acres near Laverne, at Clearlake. The family found its way to Beaver when Aliceís father became the judge, even before Oklahoma was a state.

When Alice moved back to Beaver, she had a house built on 160 acres purchased by her father. Her new home replaced the sod house that had been home for her parents. She included a built-in swimming pool that she swam in daily until about a year ago. She also drove her car until a couple of years ago.

Beaver is the best place on earth to live, according to Alice, full of helpful, caring people. Her special friends bring her mail and meals three times a week, stock her refrigerator, and look after her needs. She wrote in one of her columns, "Beaver is the first step taken on the way to Heaven."

Alice has the key ingredients to a happy life: someone to love (God, her animals, and faithful friends), something to do (writing her weekly column and taking care of her pets) and something to look forward to (her daily Bible study and the hope of life after death).

Aliceís Column can be read on the Beaver Herald Democratís home web internet page at www.beavercowchipnews.com. Many of her books are at the Beaver Library and at the Jones and Plummer Trail Museum. Her fatherís autobiography, Mountains Herald the Direction, can also be found at the museum.

March 10, 2005


Ed Latta Calhoon
Services were held
Wednesday, March 2.

I read my column to Doctor Calhoon and he was pleased.

Oh, then the terrible news.

Then the awful shock, the sadness, his death.

It makes us think he never told of HIS ills. Iím sure itís natural for a doctor to do this, yet for the rest of us, we conjure up a good story!

I very seldom went to him for help and enjoyed his jollyness. It was as though he himself was NEVER sick, yet here he suddenly fell forth on the floor dead (Iím told).

I admire him to no end that he was able to continue with problems and yet no one ever thought of such a thing of him dying.

In all my life I have never seen or heard of someone who was that ill and had no complaints.

The column I put in the paper before this event, I thought of him as Never Sick, and I think I told him this.

He just grinned and said: "Oh, maybe NEVER is a bit strong."

He seemed to know people never thought of the doctor himself as needing a doctor.

This is true in a way with me. I thought Doctors would know what they needed to do when THEY were sick.

Itís a good lesson learned from the stand point of their strain of sitting all night with someone in danger of dying, then see many patients the next day.

It makes me think we all can learn a valuable lesson.

Think about the Doctor not only tired but he could be torn up about his patient not doing too well. So WHAT ELSE can he do for him, or her.

There IS SOMETHING.

When I feel awful I pray to God. "Please, God, Help Me!"

Iím such a devout Christian scientist and studying the Lessons every morning that I do get help. The mind has so much to do with how we feel..

Christ Jesus healed all who came to Him. He said He would Be With Us Always and I find He keeps His word!

Life Is What You Make It, so Make It SPIRITUAL!

"Gods Spirit, Man His Likeness SPIRITUAL.

Itís that internal self we see doc as now.

March 3, 2005

My 140 acres of winter grazing land has naught but dried up buffalo grass for its herd of Black Angus cattle so I hope their barn is full of hay.

So much of my life on the farm (other places) I find cattle and horses a big treat, especially the calves and colts.

When my husband died I couldnít get back to Beaver quick enough and change the old sod house into a comfortable home.

Now days likely it would be hard to find a sod house. They were made by the first settlers.

There was a "sod plow" that dug into the dirt in rows brick size. It had to be free of sand or they would fall apart.

This new land the government opened up was free to people by the government so this part of the Oklahoma panhandle would be occupied.

My daddy tried to add a little wood part for my mom who was from Iowa and never heard of anyone living in the dirt, so to speak.

They had three children, my brother Jean, first, then Hugh, then at last a girl...me.

Daddy a lawyer was soon called in to help at the Courthouse.

All went well. When old enough we three walked the mile, with Daddy, to town, to school, and I remember so well how we picked those stalks of white bells on the soapweeds.

I took them to the teacher and they all liked them. I also found what is a moss rose which is a low plant with red roselike blooms. They were even fragrant. Oh, how I did love a bouquet of them for the teacher.

On our walk to school we often scared up a jackrabbit with very long ears sticking straight up. When the plants moved, they jumped. Hop, hop, hop!

Now and then we would find a spotted turtle crawling along. Once we came upon one which had somehow got turned on its back and wobbled to turn over. We felt sorry for it and quickly turned it over and off it went, glad we had come along just there on our walk to school.

One day we were walking along the path and could hear ahead of us a rattlesnake! We ran around it and bounded forth hoping it would be gone when school was over.

Hugh said, "I bet if we come back we better stay on the path because it will be at the end and turn off to the side."

It may have since there was no sight nor sound of it.

Daddy on his walk to town finally heard it in the sagebrush and got a big rock and killed it at last.

I as the youngest, when I was eight, mama died. Oh, what a horror.

Never again the joy. Then sent to an aunt in Iowa to mamaís sister. Grown, I married, then at my husbandís death the first thing I did was to come home and enjoy the old-time living here where childhood memories are clear and the rest like a dream, happy days back!

The windmill still sings its happy song! Three cats and a grand pet dog for company! Home sweet home!

February 24, 2005

I find myself asking this every day. Why do commentators seem to delight in starting with something dreadful which has happened?

"Silly! We need to know about such things!"

But right off, you barely listen to the rest of the news for being upset over the bad news.

"Thirty people killed in a crash of a plane."

You hardly listen to the rest of the news.

"A line of stretchers."

"Anybody you know?"

The rest of the news becomes vague. If it came first, you would be glad to know your choice for a replaced Congressman got voted in. Glad the weather will continue its warm up. Glad neither parents nor child were hurt in the car missing its turn. Glad beef was on sale.

All of these "glads" helped hearing about the plane crash afterwards.

 

February 17, 2005

My dog Johnie is a good baby sitter for cats.

When I go outside looking for cats, find the dog, and there they are.

Years back when I got the cats, the owner said if you have a dog there they will be.

He also said the dog will let the cats go in first. With a chuckle he said, "More for seeing them all than for politeness."

These little ones are quite loved by me and they seem satisfied with the new owner.

I never get over thanking God for creating animals, pets especially.

Horses are especially welcome, were certainly when we hitched big Ginger to the buggy and we went to the little country church near Laverne.

There was always a picnic under the tree by the creek, and then the tales about the weekís events. Helen had her baby which was so very grand.

They named her Janie Arlene and she had pretty blue eyes and light hair.

Each span of time has its now that is best of all.

Even elections. Daddy had come down from Iowa on a bicycle and was in Beaverís elections. He was voted in as Beaver County Attorney.

We filled the buggy full and found a sod house they could mov in to. He built his loved wife, Dee, who was a graduate and had her father send down her piano.

Oh how the family - with its two boys and a baby girl they named Bessie Alice.

Nothing was missing for a grand family life!

There was even a creek in the west. Home Creek it was called, and they went fishing and caught jackrabbits for a treat of their meat. And of course, in the summer there was wild plum patches in the draws.

Nothing was missing!

There was for them cats and a dog Billie.

Iím not going to tell you how the story of mom, pop, and we three kids ended. But here I am on that same piece of land and itís full of happy dreams I never forget.

I have a cat sitter dog which keeps it all fun.

My favorite hobby is writing, and you can see I have plenty to write about.

But so do you!

I bet Joe could squeeze it in.

Why not.

February 10, 2005

Who watched a calf getting all its food from a cowís bladder, and found it good?

In the beginning of humans on earth these things so common to us now had to be discovered.

By the pull of the hands, milk came and was good. All good having been discovered by man, this cow milk was very welcome. Babes survived with its motherís milk, but if needed it was found cowís milk did it also.

Then came the process of butter from the cream in the milk.

Centuries ago all our eating habits from things were discovered. Man trying everything from the milk to the cowís meat at its death?

I would guess growing tree with fruit that apples. Oh, what a find! Plants, peaches, berries.

It makes us glad itís 2005 years later!

How soon after meat was found good did someone find that fire started with the spark of two rocks. So important when the weather was cold - did cooked food taste better?

My goodness! Even spinach - of all things to be thankful for in life I find out time here on earth. Itís a great time. From food to houses, to health knowledge to so many blessings like churches, stores, vehicles for getting around, and then televisions where we can see whatís going on in other countries - as well as the moon!

In that long ago the now was unthinkable.

So what about 2,000 hence? I canít even imagine, if progress should match the now from the beginning.

I feel deeply, little change will come.

I canít even think of some marvelous discovery. To me we are at the peak of all the discovered good. We just donít want to decline, like food shortages from the overflow of population.

It makes me feel the infinite divine Creator we call God had this ruled that all living things die and who can but agree?

Ah, in the mourning the loss of friends and loved ones, remember.

Ah, this problem, no death in thousands of years.

My goodness! It makes one at peace over the idea, sad as it is, we are making room for that newborn child to grow up and add its important life!

February 3, 2005

Depression Days brought us closer

Raise your gloom recalling Depression Days. Or hearing about them. We surely were Depressed! Either no job to find, or the present barely making a go of it.

Bill, my husband, decided to go the long way to California because we were told jobs could be found there.

Money was so scarce no one could splurge! On our drive to California from Oklahoma, we slept in the car and did eat things we could buy, like a loaf of bread and cheese slices, with now and then an apple.

Finally, we got there and so many had come you had to stand in line to apply for a job, any job.

We got a job selling a newspaper for ten cents. The newspaper put in the news of a job teaching at the university. Bill was very excited. He had just graduated from Georgia Tech. He called the college in California and sent his teacherís recommendation.

The university president said he was considering him, the job was his if he would be willing to put lots of time in on their religious activities.

He said, "No, Iím sorry." He turned around to me and said, "Iíll be darned if Iíll be a hypocrite."

Bill was the most kind, helpful person I have ever known. But he said he couldnít go for that God stuff with so many poor, distressed people. Wars, killings as much as possible to settle some question. I said I know what you mean. And I think the world is beginning to see how awful it is for our best young men to go out and shoot each other to decide.

I think our many shared beliefs is what made us loving. Bill wouldnít eat meat because he couldnít bear for an animal to be killed so he could eat it!

I ate it and still do. I foolishly think as I go home from the store along with most everyone else, that it didnít die in vane.

With all my heart and soul I love Beaver and am pleased with the opportunity to say Iíve lived in lots of places. But Beaver is far my favorite!

When I was a little girl mama said Iíd ask for pencil and paper "to write a story."

Iíd be lonesome out here if I didnít recall people.

Those depression days even brought us closer!

January 27, 2005

Joy Beyond Words

My happiness has hit tops. I feel good, hear good, see good. I am overflowing with thanks to God. Maybe it is my reward for always starting the day with my lesson from the Bible and the book, Science and Health, by M.B. Eddy. A new lesson every week. This week titled Love.

My life takes a lot of love this morning for my big cat that dashed out in the cold to go to her tree and settle on that high limb where she spends the day. Because she doesnít like the old cat nor the white kitten that loves to play and the other cat in above such silliness.

I, myself, woke up excited today.

I am close to 97 years old and feel 50. I simply feel fine. I think that a day starts with a very good Bible lesson gets me, "cleared out".

I gave my self a life think Iím 50 who could drag around at 50? Thinking fifty and stick right to it is a real help.

In the long ago before such figures were invented, I kept out of the age numbers and enjoyed my pets (all so loving). I think of dear friends I like and pray all are well and keep good food to eat at meal times.

Being Happy is my Daily Job.

Fifty in age?

January 20, 2005

Help Came

I have a big, I would guess old gray, cat willed to me by a friend who could no longer care for her. I was suddenly fond of her and I took her in my arms. She didnít squirm or try to escape.

I thought here in my arms is a good friend. I was excited. Living alone. I have a very old gray cat Iíve had for years. Martha I call her and she is devoted but seems to think I donít want to be bothered so sheís careful not to.

But the big new cat recognized by affection and it was as though it was just what she wanted, a real pleased friend.

This morning a few months later she stood at the door and wanted outside. It was very cold and the snow was deep. Still she was desperate. Did she have kittens in the barn? It would seem so. So I called the humane society to get their opinion on the matter. So they came out and checked the barn, found no baby kittens in the cold. I was grateful for their help and avoided my getting out. Somehow I was sure the cat wanted out so bad but she wanted back in as soon as it was too cold out.

January 13, 2005

Eventually you get to the age, "I canít find my glasses!"

Maybe itís the stern way to be told by our Divine Creator that yes, you have to keep "I and my Father one." (He the one.)

My eyes have been wonderful. I still see to do this typing without glasses. Thereís always something that I want to write about. Even as a little child I can remember asking mom for pencil and paper to write a story.

Mother was a music graduate and they said I should be taught to play her Emerson Piano which I still have and play. (The tuner said the tone was royal. Never had he tuned a more beautifully toned piano.)

Iíve composed quite a lot but none published which doesnít bother me because with 14 books published I canít complain.

The big fun now is my Herald Democrat column.

You see my mind wakes up pleased with an idea to sound off about.

My precious husband said, "I have to tell you before we get married that I donít want any children."

I have always thought God brought us together. Here I a music graduate wanting to go to Iowa City to study to be a writer.

Thatís the reason I feel so for certain there is a Father In Heaven who loves us. I think of God as "I and my Father one." I even talk to Him as the Divine Father who listens to us and does for us always whatís best.

Churches, preachers, it all proves it.

Our Father God wants his children to have a full, happy life and I tell Him my life couldnít be happier because I know all my dears who have "died" very happy in Heaven.

I feel good, my health perfect for which I thank God continually.

He tells me what to say and how to say it.

Listeniní is a must.

January 6, 2005

Not having a phone to carry in my pocket I usually get to the phone just after the fourth ring. So wait - instead of hanging up at once, just when I get there! It takes some time to get from my desk where I write columns to the telephone.

Oh, what a distress - five seconds wouldnít hurt just to wait for my answer. Iím on my way!

Very seldom am I gone. Often some special friend brings food from the Center on Wednesdays.

Iím so very happy, all that good food. Although, my dear friend, Ray, keeps my refrigerator full much to my big thanks.

This column writing keeps me from getting lonesome. Here in the country the good old home. With a job to keep my mind off loneliness. We can always love and adore animals. They are a form of company never absent.

To my desk comes Martha with a meow to get my attention, either for food, time, or fun outdoors.

December 30, 2004
 

Long ago there was no such things as numbers. Old people were just old. Family and people knowing one day their life might quit.

Iíve wiped out such things as age as they did back there, and find it works wonders!

Try it! Maybe as a child itís awful, you watch for that age 15, then 20, on and on better because older!

But old - Gee! 96! You know thatís near the end. People make the world new when they live to be a hundred!

Well, I prefer the no counting years and like it very much. I can think up columns as usual and donít pay attention to my body as long as I eat and sleep as usual - as it would be before time was divided into years.

So now saying 40 does help in the realm of fooling yourself. Our thoughts are influential to our bodies. "I and my Father are one, He the One" gets us off on the marvels of creation from singing birds to hands that can play beautiful music on the piano. Even milking a cow and taking the appendix out of a person.

I think it helps your attitude when you let thoughts wander and keep out fear, which is a big enemy!

"Oh, what a mess it would be! "Iíll meet you at three!" is better!"

We do have to know in the beginning there was just dark and daylight for Adam and Eve. And right now I like this 96 years old sound because itís too big a number! I kept to that 40! And did enjoy it, yesterday saying "Iím forty."

Try it!

After all first peopleís nothing but night and day.

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I have an oversized booklet a friend gave me years ago titled, The Prayer That Heals, written by Ann Beals. Every day I read something to lift me up. I thought it would be nice to share some of the special ideas.

"Man is an idea of God."

"Each individual is an integral part of Godís plan. Therefore, man is obedient to Godís laws and is governed by them."

"What blesses one blesses all under the law of love."

"Spirit is the substance of manís being."

God is my life," expressing bliss, health, activity, harmony, and perfection.

"The truth in consciousness is the eternal fact of being."

"Love motivates all God does."

"You begin to think of yourself as more loving to be just that."

"Not one atom in the whole of creation can act apart from God."

"Physicists have proven that there is no solid matter as the world thinks of it."

"Trust God for our health."

"The advanced intelligence that Christ Jesus embodied was wholly spiritual."

"Criticism is a violation of the law of love."

"Your thinking determines your experience."

"While we may seem separate from God, He knows we arenít separate from Him."

"As you discern mind of its ideas as ever present, give over to trust and rely upon them to guide and protect you."

"Remember we think our way is the highway of Heaven."

"Spiritualism of thought comes through as total commitment to it."

"When you make truth real, you challenge evil."

"Every problem, illness, limitation has a mental control."

"All disease has a mental cause."

"Love."

"Break all fear of each."

"Donít talk about age."

"We have control over our life because we can know how untrue our thinking."

 

December 2004

 

What if you didnít know your age?

Had no way at all of knowing.

What would you guess?

I would guess seventy six years old.

Not young like fifty.

Not old like ninety.

If someone said I was ninety six, Iíd say itís a lie!

It even sounds ridiculous.

That seventy six has a truth sound to it.

So why not say it when you think it?

When you stop and think about it, age canít do something to you, like hurt. A few wrinkles but so what?

You canít even make a wrinkle hurt so forget it!

Be that happy, fun-loving you that leaves the day out. All these big celebrations, weíre supposed to celebrate the day we were born!

When youíre little you like those birthdays so you can get grown and be special, like get married, etc.

Why donít we reach the age of forty and quit?

Thereís something silly about piling up the figures till you FEEL old because you are.

Iíve decided to set an age and keep it.

Iím seventy.

Like a house. Built in 1950. Still good.

My house here in the country is good as new.

Why canít I be as good as new?

Right now I feel good as new.

One thing that helps is this writing, my mind on something that keeps age out of it would be wonderful!

I bet we wouldnít give it thought and like a tree, no special age looks!

What Iíve done is knock age out and it helps a lot!

I tell myself "no such thing as age!"

It helps and thatís what counts.

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Think how great our Divine Creatorís wisdom is above all other wisdom created. The rain which is so needed, the sunshine so needed - along with men in charge of needs like sowing seeds, harvesting crops - supplies the continuation of our cycle of plant life. Thus manís need for food is supplied by that Wisdom.

It is such an example of infinite Wisdom supplying the needs of man. I like the Wisdom weíre given to keep the continuation of the food supply with man as caretaker.

What if our world which whirls in space werenít perfect in supplying motherís milk for babies, from humans, to animals, like cats, dogs, and buffalos. Brains capture this Infinite Wisdom. All creation has an origin too far back to imagine when there was nothingness.

"Whatís the good of trying?"

I like to think of all our needs being met from a complete plan set into action.

"In the beginning," that Awesome Wisdom we call God, made all things from nothing that existed before. What unfolds causes us to worship, which comes from those brain cells naturally.

We take each new day so carefully prepared for us with uninterruptible perfection.

Itís the vastness of such perfect doings: night, day, sun, rain, cold winters, warm and continuous hot summer days.

One man had the wisdom to come to Beaver County to settle a grand place for his current family and all the future Spohn family to occupy. It was never to be sold to anyone outside his family. He was part of a large group of those settling in with their schools, churches, and supply stores.

He had a large part in developing the Beaver community, working at many jobs, including county attorney and county judge. All this was accomplished even through the tragedy of the death of his wife and having to send his daughter to live with an aunt in Iowa.

May this Holiday season keep you safe and enjoy your time with family.

November  2004

Good is such a powerful word and can be of great value to us when we use it as Christ did: "Why calleth me good?" There is only one good and that is God."

When we wake up thinking itís going to be a good day is giving the day a good start.

Waking up thinking it looks sunny and we need rain makes it good - if rain is needed, but if not needed we say, "Oh heck!" Rain again!

One gets a real contentment out of the word good.

It affects us. If in a crowd someone says, "Oh, I have something good to tell you," the group is united, all ready to hear that good.

"Jean and Ethel are getting married." (My brotherís name was Jean) You say, "My nameís Jean!" (Her name Jean Ruth.)

My brotherís name was Jean Ruskin Spohn, I say. And they did have a time in school as there were other "Jeans" since it at that time seemed popular. So we use that word good with a not good. Two Jeans finally for both boy and girl got spelled, Jean for girl and Gene for boy.

On his tombstone the name is printed Jean Ruskin Spohn so one will know heís a man. Sometimes Iíve been asked, although the Ruskin should make it plain.

He was very loved by friends here in Beaver because he was not only cheery, but helpful. Iíve heard so many say, "I sure did like your brother, Jean." He wasnít only cheerful but helpful. "Anything I can do to help!"

He ran a filling station and was out delivering gas somewhere in the area of Forgan where his truck hit a car that stopped in front of him and the jolt threw him out and his neck was broken in the fall.

Iíve never quit missing my loving brother Jean. For a long time his friends spoke of missing him.

Canít you still see that smile always there?

I can!

November 11, 2004

Itís interesting how our big stretches of pasture land have many, many soapweeds, along with patches of cactus full of stickers.

The cactus has beautiful yellow blossoms which end up in nickel-sized pads covered with needles that really stick in like needles if you accidentally step on one.

So many farm lands elsewhere have trees and wild berry bushes.

But our old, old rather gray prairie grasslands are such that you can see in all directions for endless stretches. Along creeks there are often wild cottonwood trees which I like so much. They have small balls that open into loose white balls that blow in our warm summer winds tossing the "cotton" in little whiffs. - "Summer snow."

Grayish buffalo grass covers the lands, so short and curled it would be impossible to cut. For wheat and broom corn stalks, one just plows the soil to loosen it, the little gray grass particles mixed in.

Now and then up leaps a gray jack rabbit with its long ears and little tail.

Our Oklahoma panhandle at least is quite pleasing in its very different areas.

Those big yellow cactus blooms that make them like stickery fruits have been cut (with gloves on) and tasted, slightly sweet in their seeded yellow pulp.

My old unbothered land is quite typical with its soapweeds and sagebrush - the sage is very gray and furry, like an old gray cat. They are no more than two feet high and the bushes a foot or so high and never blooms.

There is not a tree in sight.

The now and then seen rattlesnakes find themselves a good place to get out of the hot summer sun.

My long stays in Iowa and Georgia with all their greenery make this my homeland special. Hot summers, cold, snowy winters make "Home Sweet Home" for sure.

 

November 4, 2004
 

A good rain is a good blessing in this country!

In Georgia where I used to live, we would sigh, "Oh, my, itís raining again." Well, I have lived long in both places and I prefer less rain - Iím a sunshine one for sure and it does seem to me here is best, because we have lots of sunshine, which I do prefer, and it is very seldom if at all we get too much.

When wheat fields need to be cut, we all are distressed but certainly it isnít often. Of course, here that cool with dampness is a blessing. Well, itís home to me.

When you get old, one does forget long pasts.

Right now itís cooling off - that is special. A perking up with the cool, even my dog doesnít seem to mind rain. It is the cooling I think since it is so hot in the summer here.

Who fusses over weather you canít do anything about? I like less rain because sometimes it can get distressing as it did in Georgia. "Isnít it ever going to stop raining?"

It is often said when I lived with Bill in Georgia. We had a very pretty yard which was so big it was a job to keep it pretty, with all the rain making everything grow so much. It amazes me that here with little rain, the soil gets used to it and makes other pretty things to grow, like lots of soapweeds and sagebrush.

Living in both places, I canít choose which I like better because they are both favorites. In both places, we lived in the country, which I have always preferred. It is a quiet benefit for writing books and columns.

I love "Windmill Valley" except for my wonderful Bill. Itís the reason I came home when I did. Not having him and having been willed this place, it was easy to come home.

Oh, how I love it! My friends are all so special here.

My Windmill Valley is a little bit of heaven, with all my Beaver friends.

October 28, 2004

I gave a lot of thought to what to write about that would be of interest.

Now, I want to tell you about what we did before there was any such thing as TV. I can say we were as happy then as now. Grandma made quilts sewing by hand all scraps left from making dresses into squares for the quilt pieces.

Starting out with Mama and Papa coming a year or so later, baby Gene Ruskin. An immature child no bigger than a ball, this meant tiny clothes as well as tiny diapers. They were so thrilled over the tiny child. They prayed and did all they could that their son would grow into a fine young man with lots of talent - and he did!

He liked to sing. When Mama played the piano, brought from Iowa where she was born, in a wagon and team. There was lots of celebrating, neighbors coming to hear music in this little panhandle. A year later came a little boy, lots bigger than the other and they named him Hugh Napoleon. Papa added the last, so he would be special. So here they were, two boys, then a baby girl, they named Bessye Alice. Mama gave piano lessons to help with the income.

Wagon trips to Bluegrass school, where they had Sunday church.

Rabbits caught to eat and the long trips to Laverne to get sugar and flour were also a treat.

I grew up with much happiness then as now. No change in the night bed and day fun.

Those oatmeal breakfasts like today, dinner with fried jack rabbit, and suppers with such, milk from the one cow Papa called "Goody." There was no thought of any lack.

It was such a big treat when finally came a mailbox and mail came from the grandparents in Iowa. We would all wait for the horse and buggy to come. We would hold out the letters to be mailed and he would put the incoming mail in the box.

When I was 5 years old, I got a birthday cake. Oh, what a joy, a luxury for us all!

Our Father God was thanked for as much goodness as today. I remember it so well.

It is such a blessing that I was able to come back to the home place. Now I have more conveniences to make living easier, but my happiness is still as much as when I lived with so little. The experiences through the years of coming here, moving to Iowa, marrying Bill and going to Atlanta, then coming back after his death have all added joy to my life.

October 21, 2004
 

I call her enormous but her name is Norma Smith, and in all my long years I have never found a person who spends all her time helping others.

She must wake up telling herself about someone who needs help, like the friend in Laverne whoís husband died. Then thereís the man and wife in Beaver who are both ill.

"Iíll worry if I donít go to see if they have needs."

"Then that hospital visit where those desolate friends are - hoping for a visit."

We all know that if we actually make a list of dear ones who could use a bit of cheering up.

Yes, we all could spend many a day scattering cheer where needed.

Clearly Norma gets those nudges about dears which I call "Godís nudges." But lifeís just too cluttered with personal problems to go all out to bring cheer if not help that direction...for us.

Maybe God cleared her of so many personal problems knowing she would put her time to their use.

On the go, on the go, but itís all for others.

Our "on the goís" are so important!

We think.

You say, "I donít think so, I know so."

Sick hubby...Norma is widowed.

Yes, I agree that families go to bed exhausted.

Night and day is the divine plan. I am thankful I have been able to follow! I think itís responsible for my clear thinking and good health!

Norma can sit with the sick, drive all night to get where she is supposed to be living on her thoughts, and thatís what it takes.

Imagine the job God has!

It makes me think of a checker game, a place for all and all in place. Millions of people on earth, of course each one feels special and is! To God. So what more exciting? We were born into this great enormity! How could we be more special?

October 2004

Letter to the Editor,

Age is not a robber of our thinking unless we let it be.

Our brain that catches thoughts from the One Creator of all things wonít let age take over unless WE let it.

Iím 96 and tell myself harshly to quit counting life by years because they rule like a whip!

Thatís the way I think of myself. I say Iím 25 years old.

Numbers donít change.

So I hang like, say June 15th does, itís a great help.

Try it.

Whoís old at twenty five!

There is a lot of influence in telling yourself youíre @% years old.

There was a time when there werenít such things as numbers.

Thereís a kind of magic in numberless night and day.

It holds a magic no other way found!

Try it when you get to be 96.

God Bless You Always.

Alice Newton - age 25.

Letís hear about Bud and Cheleyís trip to California!

Bud and I hooked up our trailer and left Beaver on August 29 as soon as church services were over, driving into New Mexico for the night. The next night was spent in Flagstaff, AZ. We donít recommend that town for any sleeping as the trains whistle through there all night long! But there is an excellent place for dinner and entertainment called Black Bartís, which we have visited numerous times before. College students who are majoring in music and also wait tables entertain customers throughout the evening.

When we got to California, we went to visit Budís older sister, Myrle Richardson, who is very ill in a nursing home near her home in Santa Fe Springs. While in the area we also visited with Myrleís daughter, Linda Brown and her husband, Al in Norco. The Brownís have a huge 40-year-old turtle, who lives in their yard and grazes on the grass just like cattle do. Lindaís son Bill Foster was also there along with his wife Lynn, a native of Thailand and his daughters Robin and Amy. Bud had a good time explaining where Oklahoma was and what a cow chip is.

We were privileged to attend worship services at the Crystal Cathedral in Garden Grove. The sanctuary, pipe organ, and grounds are indescribably beautiful. At the time we were there, the grandson of Robert Schuyler was the speaker, and I thought he did an excellent job.

We drove on to San Diego where we parked at an RV "ranch" at El Cajon, near where my former boss, Nelson Escue and his family lives. We visited one evening with him and the next day with his office staff nearby. I was dismayed that the weather was so hot during our visit, the ocean breeze usually keeps the temperatures moderate.

My youngest son, Mike Cates, his wife, Joanna, and daughters Jessica and Samantha flew in to San Diego from Idaho Falls, ID. Joannaís parents, Kathi and Bill DiNallo of Cape Cod, MA came in shortly after. They and we were in San Diego to witness the ceremony of Lima Company recruits as they graduated from basic training, which occurred on Friday, September 10. Our grandson, Brandon Cates, was a member of Platoon 3094.

We met the Catesíand DiNallos at their hotel and went to dinner with a group of Marine parents, grandparents, and other relatives at Old Towne Mexican Cafe. This particular group had family members in Platoon 3094 of Lima Company, and kept in touch on-line during their sonsí basic training.

We all went to Seaport Village the next evening for dinner out on the bay...where we were able to see (at a distance) the newest carrier, the Ronald Reagan.

Friday, the graduation was held at the marine Corps Recruit Depot at San Diego. The band played several John Phillip Sousa numbers as well as the Marine Hymn and other great patriotic songs. What was surprising to me - since the Supreme Court has ruled against public prayer - that the chaplain gave the invocation before the ceremony began. There were probably 500 recruits who got their "stripes", and were officially in the Marines. It was sad to imagine what those boys might be facing and brought a tear to the eye.

Sunday we left for Tucson and spent a couple of days there visiting cousins, Jerry Phelps and Barbara Phelps. The Phelpses send their greetings and best wishes to family and friends here.

As we were traveling towards home, we saw some country we hadnít seen before - the White Sands of New Mexico, and some unusual cacti growing in the wild.

Just a side-note: when we went into the grocery stores in California, I noticed that the bread prices were almost $1 higher per loaf than they are here.!

We were greeted by hot winds and hot temperatures when we got to Beaver, but were nevertheless happy to be back home.

September 2004

May and George Porter with Alice

I have some old pictures that tell an old story of the early part of this century.

Iím over ninety-six, (birthday May 5, 1908) and Iíve seen so much of all those years.

What I remember clearly is that my mother died when I was eight years old and I remember it so clearly. She was on a raised bed so that her nurse (my aunt) could wait on her without bending and stooping over.

Around midnight she called together a few special friends in Beaver. There were several who arrived by horse and buggy. They wanted especially to be with my father. I could hear my brother, Jean out behind the house sobbing.

I wasnít crying because I really did not know what it all meant. There had been several weeks when I faced the corner of life completely. It was such a relief that folks came out and hugged me, "poor little motherless child."

I didnít really understand the death as much as the attention.

I found it distressing to hear my daddy cry. He said, "How can I live without her?"

Back then are old pictures which show life back then, her dying in 1917. I have included a picture of uncle and aunt George and May Porter who came to stay with me, Jean and Hugh after mama died.

Hearing my daddy crying became a sobbing thing.

I was sent to bed with the women seated there sobbing. I went to sleep.

Later, I was sent to Iowa to live with Aunt Fannie. My brother, Hugh, went to live with the grandparents. Jean, my older brother stayed with father, whose work continued.

October 2004

I had an experience with God (who we call the Creator of heaven and earth.) "I and my Father are one (He the one.) I just suddenly felt Him in all power and presence; I stopped and said aloud, "God, I love You." And heard his response, "I love YOU," as I do all mankind and womanhood from the newborn to the old.

I had such a warm, tender feeling. This was a visit from God. I could feel His never-absence. In His wisdom as Creator of all creation, all very good. Evil is totally missing. God in His love was unmistakable. It filled all space with His love and wisdom till my life was overcome.

With the realness of it all. And I know this earthlife with its heavenlife is endless.

The thought of killers came to mind and I got the message, "Hell, as we call it was a preparation of mercy completely cleaning out the violence until totally in shame cleared out every hate."

Then union with God made us loving little children. They were aware of the joy that came with being a loving person.

In God they lost every fragment of wrongdoing.

A mother in heaven called to her son. I kneeled and prayed for that manchild to overcome so that he would be in heaven one day with her. "Oh, son, I knew God could rid out the bad. Now Godís love lets that mad out like a washing machine, because He loves you and washes out the bad, I expect."

"Oh, son, see how nice it is to be good like a baby. Oh, son." Good makes all His likeness in heaven forever. When you are here, they fill the thoughts with goodness. Youíll see!

Thatís Godís way; He loves us.

September 23, 2004
 

I got up at 6 a.m., studied my Bible lesson, fed Johnny the dog, Martha the cat, ate my oatmeal with raisins, and drank my Sanka coffee. And on this day hoping to be able to go to the Wednesday grand dinner at the Beaver Senior Citizens Center. They have such grand meals prepared for anyone (not just for senior citizens) to come to eat.

I miss you all too much!

Right now I forget why I stopped going - except that always having to "bum a ride" now that I have stopped driving.

There are too many things that happen to those who have that real old age. That call for transportation to City Hall is a bother for that big transporterís bus to turn around in my soapweed-filled field. It is also a bother to call for friends to come, although they will come in their expensive cars.

Botherations were on my fatherís list of "doníts" about how to relate to your friends. His "doníts" were robbers of friendships.

The solution to this problem is to "let the cooks make their living there selling another plate of food to be delivered." Someone could deliver the meals to senior citizens, much like those who do it for the nutrition site.

"OK. A good way to drop the subject!"

"Free yummy meals delivered over the mile-long soapweed trail! - Now stopped - since so urgently requested by the receiver.

As a writer, Iíve never been lonely because of the contact with our Divine Father!

Oh, but itís fun to get His help so clear and satisfying. When itís finished I know and am full of "thank yous!"

September 16, 2004

Oh, what a glorious parade! Our big Beaver on a float in the grand event. The Beaver in all its glory and everything such as fathers wheeling their children to young people from our schools in their colors and bands playing, not only from Beaver, but from towns near.

Oh, what a glorious group parading! Beaver honored and both sides of the street were lined for a long ways.

Surely it was a day for celebration to the limit! To me the day was tops in glory!

Thereís something magic about parades and I donít see how we could have had a better one.

Then we all went up to our pavilion at the fairgrounds and had foods of many kinds from trucks getting the chance of selling loads of things from hot dogs to pumpkin pie!

After that we all went into the pavilion and looked at utterly countless homemade things which were such a treat. All from hats, dressed, and the farmers blue ribbon getting excellent. Wheat, pumpkins, and even marked off places where handsome horses and cows got into the act.

Even a few cute calves.

I tell you, county fairs are hard to beat.

Then at night was young menís football.

Almost continually you heard friends from one town meeting friends from another town.

"Oh, hello, hello! Havenít seen you since last year! How are things going?"

"Fine, fine, how about you? My! How your little girl, Edith, has grown! Oh, and hereís that new boy! Whatís his name, you said, but Iíve forgotten."

"Joe Mack." adding "Mack for McDonald."

"I like that better, too."

Thatís the Beaver County Fair for you and donít think it doesnít bring the crowds.

I wouldnít miss it! Even old people in wheel chairs.

Long, long ago, they were started and who can imagine such a happy time ever stopping.

See you there next September!

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"Man made in His likeness is unimpeccable!" This is a statement that does things to you. That I and my Father are one sinks deep. Such thought takes over when you live it - let it!

Frets, worries, and fear just love to rule! But youíre the boss, you and the violent you insist, the more you mark out these dreads, fears, and misbeliefs. You run that think machine and donít ever doubt it anymore!

Never allow yourself to think you canít run your think machine. Right now, stop; see how you boss what you think. So now what are you afraid of? You think itís going to happen and you fear it and it didnít happen. Put in its place relief, as an example.

There is such a lot of relief in staying sure in all that goes on in your life.

Many have to. Like men with important jobs. They get to be great bosses of such things as when to wake up, what will have to be done before you leave for work. That self bossing is a must.

I like it! Donít you?

Boss is a word that helps a lot.

Thatís the thing about words. I like their power. Listen to it. Such as hungry, sleepy, hurry, donít never, distress, and love that affects the chest!

What better?

Always when I think wrong, God gives me a feeling that my thinking is wrong. He wants me to be in self-control. I kneel down and ask Him to help me with my thoughts and I get a very definite answer. How you think about things influences what you do. That think machine is mine for sharing thoughts and using them to live in peace.

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A good rain is a good blessing in this country!

In Georgia where I used to live, we would sigh, "Oh, my, itís raining again." Well, I have lived long in both places and I prefer less rain - Iím a sunshine one for sure and it does seem to me here is best, because we have lots of sunshine, which I do prefer, and it is very seldom if at all we get too much.

When wheat fields need to be cut, we all are distressed but certainly it isnít often. Of course, here that cool with dampness is a blessing. Well, itís home to me.

When you get old, one does forget long pasts.

Right now itís cooling off - that is special. A perking up with the cool, even my dog doesnít seem to mind rain. It is the cooling I think since it is so hot in the summer here.

Who fusses over weather you canít do anything about? I like less rain because sometimes it can get distressing as it did in Georgia. "Isnít it ever going to stop raining?"

It is often said when I lived with Bill in Georgia. We had a very pretty yard which was so big it was a job to keep it pretty, with all the rain making everything grow so much. It amazes me that here with little rain, the soil gets used to it and makes other pretty things to grow, like lots of soapweeds and sagebrush.

Living in both places, I canít choose which I like better because they are both favorites. In both places, we lived in the country, which I have always preferred. It is a quiet benefit for writing books and columns.

I love "Windmill Valley" except for my wonderful Bill. Itís the reason I came home when I did. Not having him and having been willed this place, it was easy to come home.

Oh, how I love it! My friends are all so special here.

My Windmill Valley is a little bit of heaven, with all my Beaver friends.

August 2004

I gave a lot of thought to what to write about that would be of interest.

Now, I want to tell you about what we did before there was any such thing as TV. I can say we were as happy then as now. Grandma made quilts sewing by hand all scraps left from making dresses into squares for the quilt pieces.

Starting out with Mama and Papa coming a year or so later, baby Gene Ruskin. An immature child no bigger than a ball, this meant tiny clothes as well as tiny diapers. They were so thrilled over the tiny child. They prayed and did all they could that their son would grow into a fine young man with lots of talent - and he did!

He liked to sing. When Mama played the piano, brought from Iowa where she was born, in a wagon and team. There was lots of celebrating, neighbors coming to hear music in this little panhandle. A year later came a little boy, lots bigger than the other and they named him Hugh Napoleon. Papa added the last, so he would be special. So here they were, two boys, then a baby girl, they named Bessye Alice. Mama gave piano lessons to help with the income.

Wagon trips to Bluegrass school, where they had Sunday church.

Rabbits caught to eat and the long trips to Laverne to get sugar and flour were also a treat.

I grew up with much happiness then as now. No change in the night bed and day fun.

Those oatmeal breakfasts like today, dinner with fried jack rabbit, and suppers with such, milk from the one cow Papa called "Goody." There was no thought of any lack.

It was such a big treat when finally came a mailbox and mail came from the grandparents in Iowa. We would all wait for the horse and buggy to come. We would hold out the letters to be mailed and he would put the incoming mail in the box.

When I was 5 years old, I got a birthday cake. Oh, what a joy, a luxury for us all!

Our Father God was thanked for as much goodness as today. I remember it so well.

It is such a blessing that I was able to come back to the home place. Now I have more conveniences to make living easier, but my happiness is still as much as when I lived with so little. The experiences through the years of coming here, moving to Iowa, marrying Bill and going to Atlanta, then coming back after his death have all added joy to my life.

 

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"Man made in His likeness is unimpeccable!" This is a statement that does things to you. That I and my Father are one sinks deep. Such thought takes over when you live it - let it!

Frets, worries, and fear just love to rule! But youíre the boss, you and the violent you insist, the more you mark out these dreads, fears, and misbeliefs. You run that think machine and donít ever doubt it anymore!

Never allow yourself to think you canít run your think machine. Right now, stop; see how you boss what you think. So now what are you afraid of? You think itís going to happen and you fear it and it didnít happen. Put in its place relief, as an example.

There is such a lot of relief in staying sure in all that goes on in your life.

Many have to. Like men with important jobs. They get to be great bosses of such things as when to wake up, what will have to be done before you leave for work. That self bossing is a must.

I like it! Donít you?

Boss is a word that helps a lot.

Thatís the thing about words. I like their power. Listen to it. Such as hungry, sleepy, hurry, donít never, distress, and love that affects the chest!

What better?

Always when I think wrong, God gives me a feeling that my thinking is wrong. He wants me to be in self-control. I kneel down and ask Him to help me with my thoughts and I get a very definite answer. How you think about things influences what you do. That think machine is mine for sharing thoughts and using them to live in peace.

 

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July 29, 2004
 

I had an experience with God (who we call the Creator of heaven and earth.) "I and my Father are one (He the one.) I just suddenly felt Him in all power and presence; I stopped and said aloud, "God, I love You." And heard his response, "I love YOU," as I do all mankind and womanhood from the newborn to the old.

I had such a warm, tender feeling. This was a visit from God. I could feel His never-absence. In His wisdom as Creator of all creation, all very good. Evil is totally missing. God in His love was unmistakable. It filled all space with His love and wisdom till my life was overcome.

With the realness of it all. And I know this earthlife with its heavenlife is endless.

The thought of killers came to mind and I got the message, "Hell, as we call it was a preparation of mercy completely cleaning out the violence until totally in shame cleared out every hate."

Then union with God made us loving little children. They were aware of the joy that came with being a loving person.

In God they lost every fragment of wrongdoing.

A mother in heaven called to her son. I kneeled and prayed for that manchild to overcome so that he would be in heaven one day with her. "Oh, son, I knew God could rid out the bad. Now Godís love lets that mad out like a washing machine, because He loves you and washes out the bad, I expect."

"Oh, son, see how nice it is to be good like a baby. Oh, son." Good makes all His likeness in heaven forever. When you are here, they fill the thoughts with goodness. Youíll see!

Thatís Godís way; He loves us.

I gave a lot of thought to what to write about that would be of interest.

Now, I want to tell you about what we did before there was any such thing as TV. I can say we were as happy then as now. Grandma made quilts sewing by hand all scraps left from making dresses into squares for the quilt pieces.

Starting out with Mama and Papa coming a year or so later, baby Gene Ruskin. An immature child no bigger than a ball, this meant tiny clothes as well as tiny diapers. They were so thrilled over the tiny child. They prayed and did all they could that their son would grow into a fine young man with lots of talent - and he did!

He liked to sing. When Mama played the piano, brought from Iowa where she was born, in a wagon and team. There was lots of celebrating, neighbors coming to hear music in this little panhandle. A year later came a little boy, lots bigger than the other and they named him Hugh Napoleon. Papa added the last, so he would be special. So here they were, two boys, then a baby girl, they named Bessye Alice. Mama gave piano lessons to help with the income.

Wagon trips to Bluegrass school, where they had Sunday church.

Rabbits caught to eat and the long trips to Laverne to get sugar and flour were also a treat.

I grew up with much happiness then as now. No change in the night bed and day fun.

Those oatmeal breakfasts like today, dinner with fried jack rabbit, and suppers with such, milk from the one cow Papa called "Goody." There was no thought of any lack.

It was such a big treat when finally came a mailbox and mail came from the grandparents in Iowa. We would all wait for the horse and buggy to come. We would hold out the letters to be mailed and he would put the incoming mail in the box.

When I was 5 years old, I got a birthday cake. Oh, what a joy, a luxury for us all!

Our Father God was thanked for as much goodness as today. I remember it so well.

It is such a blessing that I was able to come back to the home place. Now I have more conveniences to make living easier, but my happiness is still as much as when I lived with so little. The experiences through the years of coming here, moving to Iowa, marrying Bill and going to Atlanta, then coming back after his death have all added joy to my life.

July 22, 2004
 

An immediate flood broke just as my dear guests went running out the door to their car.

It was like a river gap opened rising water covering sudden tons on top of my friends as they ran to the car.

As they came back to the door, the same avalanche set loose. They got into the car and left and in minutes the rain was over.

Later there was a slow rain which in time stopped. The shock of the flood upon them as if meant, I canít forget, It was as if their dousing was my doing!

We knew it wasnít. No person can make it rain! And the good of God on our fine preacher man and his wife is impossible to take as fact.

So unforgettable as the biggest dousing of water Iíve ever seen is, I say, "Please forgive!"

Oh, how they must have gone home as wet as caught in a tank of water over their heads!

A gate up town to open, then close, who got to take a tub bath first?

It was one of those experiences one doesnít forget.

Do I own a big water dump from my door to my front gate?

Iíll bet theyíll not forget it, or it would seem so.

I love them both; I vow it was no trick. I think at this point Iíll let him have his say about the huge sky tank of rain unloaded.

It brought tears to my eyes instead of laughter.
July 15, 2004

"Man made in His likeness is unimpeccable!" This is a statement that does things to you. That I and my Father are one sinks deep. Such thought takes over when you live it - let it!

Frets, worries, and fear just love to rule! But youíre the boss, you and the violent you insist, the more you mark out these dreads, fears, and misbeliefs. You run that think machine and donít ever doubt it anymore!

Never allow yourself to think you canít run your think machine. Right now, stop; see how you boss what you think. So now what are you afraid of? You think itís going to happen and you fear it and it didnít happen. Put in its place relief, as an example.

There is such a lot of relief in staying sure in all that goes on in your life.

Many have to. Like men with important jobs. They get to be great bosses of such things as when to wake up, what will have to be done before you leave for work. That self bossing is a must.

I like it! Donít you?

Boss is a word that helps a lot.

Thatís the thing about words. I like their power. Listen to it. Such as hungry, sleepy, hurry, donít never, distress, and love that affects the chest!

What better?

Always when I think wrong, God gives me a feeling that my thinking is wrong. He wants me to be in self-control. I kneel down and ask Him to help me with my thoughts and I get a very definite answer. How you think about things influences what you do. That think machine is mine for sharing thoughts and using them to live in peace.

July 8, 2004
 

What if you and your husband moved to a remote place which no one knew about and you were lost. No matter which direction you went, you were on a little bit of land surrounded by sand that left no footprints.

Soon weary, you decided to stop hunting your way out. When the food gave out and you lumped stones together in which to start a fire for cooking birds and little rat-like animals, you began to think, "I am sure folks are looking for us."

"How will they follow the ups and downs?"

"Letís clear out an area making it flat. This they did. They realized that they had not been too socialable with people. It was possible no one gave them a thought; that they were just probably on a trip somewhere. Not being church goers and really thinking of God as some remote Creator, they remembered the church folks who often sang "God be with you till we meet again."

"What do you think about God?" Marie asked.

"Oh, I donít know, I just donít" replied Matt. "Who is God to you?" Matt asked.

She shrugged.

"Where is heaven?" Marie shrugged.

"Not here; in the sky somewhere" as she looked up.

Days passed, and their island was soon going to be bare of grass, and they imagined what they would eat then.

"Oh, Matt, I am scared. Are we going to die?"

"No way out of this trip" she began to cry.

"Weíll die and never be found" he shrugged.

"I hope we die together. To be alone here would be awful, just awful.

"Matt, I am going to do what church people do. I am going to pray to that somebody called God.

Help us, Oh, God, help us.

He cried...she began to sob.

"If there is a God, please, help us."

Suddenly they heard voices. There they are! And Marie and Matt cried. Oh, God, here you are. Never this place!

Sobs of joy.

The man who wouldnít give up the search said, "God, you know where they are. Please lead us to them."

More sobs of joy.

Matt said to Morley, "You know what I feel "Our Father which art in heaven." Marie said, "Itís an inside relief feeling that someone cares a lot!

One of the rescuers said, "Never would I have come here! Except for the help of God who created Heaven and earth who is always with us to guide and protect.

July 1, 2004

So much to celebrate! I see well, read without glasses, hear well. Oh, how I thank God I can hear what people say, and beautiful music! My large round music box, with the press of a button plays lots of my favorite songs just by the touch of a button, a gift I treasure so much. I have so many music boxes all needing to be wound, a friend, to my relief stopped the continual winding pretty little things though they be. The did interrupt my writing. Now there is music even in another room where before meant going to my high shelf where they are. So decorative with their little glass figurines of heads, angels, and even a little church.

You wouldnít believe how much all my lifetime of gifts keeps me well, happy, and clear of mind! Reminded of their love!

In all the 96 years here I am back on the old home place I call Windmill Valley, well and at peace to be "In Heaven" from now on!

Anyone who has been in my house among all the years of gifts will know - Ah, no room for more! Just the years of togetherness celebrated!

Iím well aware this could be my last birthday, God ever in full charge, with my daily Bible lessons, "Thy will be done."

I have a black cat 20 years old, a gray cat (given after the owner died) at least that old, and my Johnny Boy dog that old. We get along so well...old. My wise friend, their loving keeper and big helper!

Like the story with its happy ending, I have a deep feeling this will be mine. To my life time of coveted friends I say "God Bless you each in a big way!"

June 24, 2004
 

What if you and your husband moved to a remote place which no one knew about and you were lost. No matter which direction you went, you were on a little bit of land surrounded by sand that left no footprints.

Soon weary, you decided to stop hunting your way out. When the food gave out and you lumped stones together in which to start a fire for cooking birds and little rat-like animals, you began to think, "I am sure folks are looking for us."

"How will they follow the ups and downs?"

"Letís clear out an area making it flat. This they did. They realized that they had not been too socialable with people. It was possible no one gave them a thought; that they were just probably on a trip somewhere. Not being church goers and really thinking of God as some remote Creator, they remembered the church folks who often sang "God be with you till we meet again."

"What do you think about God?" Marie asked.

"Oh, I donít know, I just donít" replied Matt. "Who is God to you?" Matt asked.

She shrugged.

"Where is heaven?" Marie shrugged.

"Not here; in the sky somewhere" as she looked up.

Days passed, and their island was soon going to be bare of grass, and they imagined what they would eat then.

"Oh, Matt, I am scared. Are we going to die?"

"No way out of this trip" she began to cry.

"Weíll die and never be found" he shrugged.

"I hope we die together. To be alone here would be awful, just awful.

"Matt, I am going to do what church people do. I am going to pray to that somebody called God.

Help us, Oh, God, help us.

He cried...she began to sob.

"If there is a God, please, help us."

Suddenly they heard voices. There they are! And Marie and Matt cried. Oh, God, here you are. Never this place!

Sobs of joy.

The man who wouldnít give up the search said, "God, you know where they are. Please lead us to them."

More sobs of joy.

Matt said to Morley, "You know what I feel "Our Father which art in heaven." Marie said, "Itís an inside relief feeling that someone cares a lot!

One of the rescuers said, "Never would I have come here! Except for the help of God who created Heaven and earth who is always with us to guide and protect.

June 17, 2004
 

I find myself asking this every day. Why do commentators seem to delight so much in starting with something dreadful which has happened?

"Silly! We need to know about such things!"

But right off, you barely listen to the rest of the news for being upset over the bad news.

"Thirty people killed in a crash of a plane."

You hardly listen to the rest of the news.

"A line of stretchers."

"Anybody you know?"

The rest of the news becomes vague. If it came first, you would be glad to know your choice for a replaced Congressman got voted in. Glad the weather will continue its warm up. Glad neither parents nor child were hurt in the car missing its turn. Glad beef was on sale.

All of these "glads" helped hearing about the plane crash afterwards.

"I say it took away a calm day!" Coming after the good wiped out the bad!"

But the good had strength to take the bad. Think if someone you knew whose body hurt and you were going to rush to the hospital, that good news had you well prepared.

Itís just interesting what a good meal does for us.

There is definitely a change in the help it brings when rushing to a sad event.

Long, long ago man divided eating into three meals. Breakfast, noon, and dinner, and night supper.

Now itís dinner at nihts, although when I was a child it definitely was the big meal when men folks came in from the fields.

June 10, 2004

I opened the door to let the cat out and a mouse was there waiting to come in, since it was that unusual, cool day. The cat grabbed the mouse and went on its way to have a good time outside with a mouse to play with.

Cats fed well on tuna seem not to eat the mice now days - theyíre playthings.

I did see the mouse later, then the dog had his turn - then no longer was the mouse seen, either eaten or escaped up a tree till free then; if he was smart, he went back to the barn. My two cats and dog are in a wide fenced area and are safe.

These cool days are a joy. Iím sure after the heat, where the cool house is a blessing to the pets.

I enjoy the company of the pets and like their thoughtfulness of not bothering me when I have my notebook and pen in hand, everyday except Sunday, when I get TV church services so enjoyed by shut-ins so. I was a faithful churchgoer, enjoyed seeing friends. But now the going is over and inside enjoyments are joyous.

My big cat, Martha, doesnít come out from under the davenport till noon when food starts her day outside and inside according to her mood.

She and the dog are friends, the cat always leaving a bit of her food for the dog who waits for it.

Being an only child, my husband, was brought up with pets so all of our long life together we had them.

Itís almost as though our divine Creator God created them as child replacements.

Happiness is important and pets prove it.

"God is love." More we cannot ask.

Nothing is truer than that my contentment is due to their company.

I hope they are provided for as the oldies.

The silence of aloneness is dreadful. Even though now thereís TV with its sounds of interesting events.

My start, 1908, included a lot of welcome experiences. Best of all now are my pets and getting to hear the daily national events.

My close friends in Beaver toppiní it all! "Love one another" seems to be their motto along with mine.

Friendship indeed is a way of life!
June 3, 2004
 

My two cats, a little over twenty years old, and one dog that old, do look after each other.

The dog, Johnny wanted out when I got up at 6:30 a.m., and the old black cat, Dickie Boy darted out; the big gray cat, Martha, was still fast asleep.

While I read my Bible lesson and afterwards ate breakfast, dog, Dickie, and cat, Martha, as usual wanted to be fed - then rested.

I called for Dickie but no luck. Off and on I kept calling but no luck still!

Here in the country, skunks and opossums are out looking for food and would munch quickly on an old rather small cat.

So I called off and on with no luck until finally around ten oíclock, Martha wanted to get out and find her friend, having thought about going several times. Then hid in the back of the house with no luck. I prayed for the dear old cat, all those years of showing so much affection.

Ah, then in comes Dickie and it was clear that Martha was relieved as well as Johnny - they are a set of caring pets you wouldnít believe, seeming to know old age is important to deal with.

It makes me wonder, who will die first?

I hope the pets do go first for my going will have them in a stew and if any one other of them goes first, it will be distressing to them and I have the feeling I must let them see the process for otherwise they will be in a hurting distress.

Iíve come to an age where I seldom leave and the calm is wonderful. The house gets cleaned and mail delivered by friends as well as yard work!

I turn on TV only in the evenings, local, world, and national news is available which helps.

In my 96 years, I have lived through it all and find the now age little we donít know about.

I remember as a child our first telephone. "Gee! What an invention!" Oh, but we were shocked: "I hear Grandma talking and sheís 10 miles away." Now I wonder what life on earth will be like 100 years from now.

Itís beyond guessing.

I canít help but hope in our promised heaven we do know what loved ones and special friends are doing, and they are that little silent voice of help.

"Something told me I shouldnít buy that house and be darned if a couple years later, lightning struck it."

Pets can - days to locate the joy so special is I find I do not mind dying and have a real feeling the next life is joyous. Earned by the degree of humbleness and striving.

Maybe like a graduate school. If we need more we get it.

Thereís room for all through thousands of years with our being spiritual.

Canít you see spiritually the need for unending crowds of people.

May 2004
 

Back to dresses!

My hubby Bill would be breathing a huge sigh of relief.

Well, so am I. Pretty dresses are far more becoming on old women, and 96 is old, I find!

The nice part is that I have plenty of dresses. No need to go shopping for any because I have always liked pretty clothes and now I think our stores meet that requirement.

Short dresses, long dresses, I have both and amazing to realize I have shrunk in body so that some will have to be shortened or drag the floor!

Just above the ankles, I find, the cats like a dress to rub against.

Yes, I have lots of shirts, and also old long skirts that used to be in style. So now with me Iíll stick to the long!

Very tall women usually like long legs covered which helps.

I laugh when I think I have a fur coat in good condition kept in the cedar chest. If I last through the winter, the good fur will be a member of the family.

Zero day weather is taken with the greatest of ease in that warmth of fur.

Itís interesting to me to find I donít mind dying or donít mind living since I feel fine!

Itís been such an interesting fulfilling life. Iíve loved it! The greatest joy now with my writing job. Oh, how it fills the lonely long hours. Remember that.

Maybe when Iím gone you can talk Joe into keeping the column space filled with volunteer writers. Itís fun.

Who knows, a specially good writer may be uncovered.

Instead of the Alice Spohn Newton "As I See It", could be various names over the years.

Cheley to start with, a good choice.

Maybe volunteers to keep it going since it is a popular part of the paper, Iím told.

Maybe a man will be pushing for the job.

Just always remember to make it worth the readerís time.

Itís what I kneel and pray for - a chance to be uplifting.

Realize how important to life comes with reading something you enjoy, get good from. Surely itís what I try hard for.

Someone gave me a bluebird so well made I could look up and see where it was perched and it gave me a lift.

My bluebird of happiness.

It was so well made I imagined it flying.

Looking up bluebirds I found they are prevalent in the south.

Oh how beautiful they are in their bright all blue.

They brought happiness just because they are such a just-right size, not too small or too big. Just a jewel of nature unmatched.

Red birds are a delight, but the bluebird has some sort of soothing effect.

Itís so exciting to think our Creator thought of birds of various sizes and colors and songs that are incredibly soothing.

Itís easy to make hobbies out of birds. In my early days I used to just love to listen to the mockingbirds; often one perched on the windmill on a still day. Iíd sit out on the porch just to listen to its variations.

How God created all our gifts of birds make us feel loved. So many interesting things like jackrabbits.

Why skunks that throw off such a bad odor in self defense?

Skunks and snakes donít seem to fit into the divine plan.

Were they a long time later to give distress to manís evil doings?

Donít we almost all feel God-loved?

All of our earth gifts, the plan of earth things and doings canít help but make us feel the love of God. Wild plum patches, crab apples, to me our "Father in Heaven" makes me feel childlike, so anxious to please, bluebirds like "playthings."

Gone one day, safe in His care.

Every living thing has its life span, all for whatís best.

Arenít you glad to be now instead of at the start of earth life?

I remember as a child on the Oklahoma prairie earth seemed to be stretches of soapweeds and sagebrush.

What if that was it?

Our world is very occupied with vegetation for which we can rejoice!

I wonder what they will say about us in the year 2100?

Somehow I feel sure that in after lifeís Heaven we do know what itís like down below when in Heaven. Loved one (like Mama) are so in touch with us they warn and advise. I say, "Mama, you told me to do it." It seems so true and isnít it what she would do if she could?

May 12, 2004

Itís like being in a sweet little flower shop where I do my column writing.

In the midst of beautiful flowers in pots, eight of them. One a mixture of pink, white and red with baby breath, this from our dear friend who comes to clean. She came early and the flowers in the pot were pretty white. Itís a week old and as fresh as at the start.

Then at Senior Citizens, I was treated as a special guest with a very pretty birthday cake, and seven beautiful pots of flowers. A red one, a pot of white blooms, one with a big daisy like pink, white, and yellow. With smaller red blooms. Then a big pot of all bright pink blooms - one with red tulips, and with beautiful pink roses, light some, and some darker.

Iím in the midst of this beauty, which speaks so clearly of love. Then along with the flower beauty is a box holding a box of chocolate to last and enjoy so much!

My dear niece, Alice Kay Wilson, who flew in from Idaho left yesterday and even my pets miss her!

"How do you know?"

They arenítí around, in the house but in cold sleeping places asleep.

My niece loves pets and has some and they treated her as someone special which she is. Her trip so far, driving her own big white car was a big job both ways, going through the big cities. Denver and Idaho Falls where she lives out a ways to get peace, as well as nearer to where her husband, Gary works at a special job in a factory.

While she was here, my nephew, Jean Spohn, came with his two grandsons for a day and night, no longer stay because of a sick wife.

But we did have a great time together, the rest of my kin, my husband, Billís family in Florida, the son and children from Oklahoma City.

What a joy it is to see those that you are special!

No one mentioned it, but who knows but 96 is my long life over.

These beautiful flowers speak naught but joy!

My biggest problem is itís such a job to walk. I had promised myself that I was never going to walk like an old lady, but I do.

April 22, 2004

I got a letter from my brother Hughís daughter, Nancy, that tells about the earliest events recorded in this part of our nation.

She wants to know my knowledge about it. With my motherís death when I was a child, then sent to be raised by an aunt, I want to know what my readers have to say about these excerpts from an article in "The Shamenís Portal."

This excerpt explores the possibility that Francisco Vasquez de Coronado had an experience with the paranormal on one of his explorations into the Oklahoma Panhandle circa 1540 A.D. "From the time of the earliest Spanish voyages to the New World, the soils of Texas and Oklahoma have inspired a continuous flow of legends and searches for deposits of gold, silver and mysteries." Francisco Vasquez de Coronado was among the very first of this long line of fortune seekers in the Midwest.

Coronado was born at Salamanca, Spain in 1510. At the age of twenty-five, he sailed to the New World, and settled in Mexico City. There, he married, started a family, and was appointed in 1538 as governor of the province of Nueva Galicia.

In response to reports of riches at the fabled Seven Cities of Cibola, Coronado led an expedition into what is now the southwestern United States and northern Texas. The expedition totaling nearly one thousand men left Mexico in 1540. After months of searching, however, the expedition found no trace of treasure. Most of the party returned to Mexico the following year, but Coronado and a smaller force continued the search. They finally returned to Mexico City, with their saddlebags still empty, in the spring of 1542.

Although Coronadoís expedition failed to produce gold, it marked the beginning of an endless stream of tales of lost mines and buried treasure in Texas as well as the continuing enigma in the strip of land known as "no manís land" (an affectionate term given it by the Indian natives who knew it, later this term was adopted by the white settlers for other reasons.) These legends, some documented and others passed down only by word of mouth, inspired countless searches into the sun-baked expanses of Central and West Texas. And it did produce one other legend, which stands alone in its own right. The Shamenís Portal, otherwise known as the Beaver Sands Portal. The Shamenís Portal is a place of mystery, nestled somewhere in the sand dunes of Beaver State Park, just outside of the town of Beaver, Oklahoma. It is a little known enigma, a gate in the unknown if you will. Coronado and his men were the first white men to experience what the natives of the area had known for thousands of years. It is a place that demands respect of its power. Coronado lost three of his soldiers in a blinding flash of green light. He was careful to avoid the area on the way back to Mexico. A friar who went with Coronadoís soldiers kept a journal of the experience. "It was the work of El Diablo" he penned, "That night by the sandy hills we had been warned by the natives to avoid, lost we three able bodied men of valor: Juan Viscaino, Marco Romano, and Juan Munoz. They had been hunting game for the men when the three fated soldiers were taken from us in a lightning bold of green" (translation by Albert Gettis. - The Journal of Discourse of Fray Juan De Padilla, 1543) Hernando Bermejo did record the incident as well, but was later ordered by Coronado himself to strike it form the notes. This was to be the beginning of the largest coverup in centuries. In fact, it took centuries for the truth to come out. It was not until 1993 that any real investigation began, although people had continued to disappear until 1987, and these disappearances were always highlighted by the same green light. This Shamenís meditation ground, was it the real reason the Oklahoma panhandle was first called by its natives "No Manís Land?"

April 15, 2003

Never in my lifetime have I seen beauty to match my pink-blooming crabapple tree. Itís very tall and stately, with pine trees on the right. I call it Godís birthday present for being strong to be useful even at 96 years of age.

Oh, what a glorious sight so all pink. Iíve never seen the match!

A friend took pictures of it and I hope the camera recorded its beauty. The picture would be one to enlarge and frame to keep as natureís best!

You have to see it to believe it!

Itís why I call it a glorious gift divine.

As I remember it was small when purchased, and has reached this glory just this year for my 96th birthday that could be the last.

What is exciting is that such beauty makes me feel God-loved.

Iím full of "Thank Yous."

I want to stay out by it to enjoy its glory.

Oh, what beauty! So much so I cannot help but feel very loved!

Nature, Godís doings, does fill our lives with oh, such glorious trees, flowers, winding vines and food producers from potatoes to beans.

Itís easy to keep on the routine and realize how well watched over we are by our divine Father.

I invite all to come see the beauty of a lifetime!

It makes tears come just to feel so loved by our God Creator of the world and all thatís in it!

We say loudly, "Thy will be done!" and want to do the absolute best we have in us.

April 8, 2004
 

Well! Back in Georgia!

Rained out!

Last night we said, "If it doesnít rain, letís go see the Masons, since itís Camilleís birthday and Iím sure it will be quite a party. I fixed a little book of my poems since she said she really liked them.

We lived out in the country on our farm, Careless Acres. (Bill, a professor of technology had never lived on a farm.) It had been me that said, "I love it! And you will, too. No Noise! And now that weíre fenced and have our horse, Nellie, which I know youíll learn to ride, all this to come to will be just what you need!"

And it was.

When he retired he even planted a garden with the help of our neighbor.

Finally retiring, I wanted to come to Beaver and build on the "never-to-be-sold Spohn property."

So when he got sick and died, I came. Our Georgia property sold and with a truck so loaded with contents.

Even that day it rained and I told my friend, "Even the sky is crying as we passed!"

So rain here today, March 2004, I live again the day.

Life has been full of good friends and good times.

A long growing up in Iowa after Mama died, then all the years I was Billís wife, in spite of tragedies, I am old, old, but happy with the good time ending up where I started.

Itís the rain, rain today with its gloom uncovered memories.

When our Divine Creator created man "His likeness" He knew that ability to remember would be appreciated and it is, more than words can say! Donít you just love to think back over the years!

It brings a contentment no other was found.

God heals all human hurts.

April 1, 2004

 

I expect in the centuries ahead that man will have invented something that stops aging. Grow up from childhood and take something that stops aging. They body just keeps on replacing cells.

"Grandpa just had his 160th birthday. Sound awful? To me it does. I like nearing lifeís end at age 96. I am still mentally OK; just a little body worn.

Time never stops. Itís March 25, 6000. "Grandpa is 500 years old." To me it sounds awful even though he is still in good shape with the discovery for the continuation of body cell replacement.

"Great, great, great grandpa did a good job painting the house!"

"Yes, it sounds awful. That old!"

But not impossible.

It makes us grateful for the divine plan of Heaven for the next step in life.

As far as I know no one has revealed it. No one knows there is Heaven.

In the case of the Christ, we see him as having Life Eternal.

I think of all my family, friends, and I as alive in Heaven.

All my dear family and friends!

Also I think of aging as stopped, except for maybe babies. I canít see crying babies in Heaven. Many a child has died but I see them cared for and growing in Heaven. God the Creator is the "One Good" whose good would not stop a childís growing, is my belief. Old people slowly refresh in what to me is a bodiless form, all spiritual.

Who can think of Heaven as people fed? Good to digest to me itís a spiritual you that never dies again.

"God is a Spirit and they that worship Him must worship Him in Spirit and in truth" says the book "Science and Health," by Mary Baker Eddy.

It all makes good sense to me. I get up early and read a well-worked out lesson.

Itís so vivid, Christ Jesus eternal.

Thus others in time fully spiritual.

Striving to keep spiritual is a way to keep healthy I find, and "Godís likeness."

March 25, 2004

I started in Beaver County, Oklahoma, and am making my ending - after years elsewhere - in the location my folks bought at papaís courthouse job.

Itís my favorite of all places, a farm I call Windmill Valley; with horse tanks for horses, and windmills to keep plenty of water.

I chose it feeling so at home in my childhood place, so many old-time friends you love.

Store keeper friends keep all needed supplies priced okay and in stock.

Church funerals are crowded with sorrowing friends.

Weddings celebrated by all!

Beaver declared the county seat when the courthouse was built. Then the hospital came as a needed advantage.

On, on schoolhouses; the planners working always toward whatís best.

From the start our founders worked for the best.

We have so much to thank them for!

That big old water tower declares best the motto: Donít Stop-NOTHING BUT THE BEST FOR BEAVER.

Tired of hearing it?

Iíll never get done bragging it.

Everyone is special.

You are. Thatís a fact.

I donít know how it happened but think about different one.

Likeableness is the trend.

Big crowd days at Senior Citizenís Wednesday dinners say it.

Merchants, offices, needful townsmen; all born helpful.

Many other places have I lived so I speak from experience.

"Out of my way!" said in other places.

That may be the secret.

We are not hurryers.

If someone HAS to hurry, we give them room.

Thoughtfulness and rush donít go together.

"Ah, lateís awful!" you say.

"Yes, Iím miserably late."

A good job is for as long as needed for us here.

Life being eternal, what more vital than our striving to keep out a life of regrets?

Beaver, full of good folks that honestly care.

We can always tell when someone really loves you in a sister-brother way!

March 18, 2004

I like being happy when there isnít anything specially to be happy about!

Thatís my life in general.

There are plenty of things not to be happy about like Mama dying when I was a child, sent from Daddy and brothers to live far away staying with Mamaís sister, her two boys and hubby.

Moving here and there with hubby, Bill, during the depression, and his death.

Lots of things to feel distressed over. But itís past and I keep unpleasant pasts out.

It makes me free to enjoy Beaver, all the special friends, my home comforts and pets. And my writing job which is fun.

I guess Iím just naturally one to think in the present by keeping the past over with, nothing to do about it.

If something bothers me often I go play the piano. I have several favorite pieces I just love to play and it clears out everything distressing. Music is the best picker-upper there is and my 100-year-old piano is a glory. Itís tone is beautiful. So soon, Iím happy. All is well.

Donít ever forget we have total charge of our life.

You say, "No! Hubby and children do. Iím tied up with them and it keeps me dragged down."

Pretend separateness to the point where mind is happy. Keep happy.

"How can I? Bogged down with work and worries!"

"Cut out the worry! Donít allow it!"

"Hah!"

Just go back in thought to the first of this century. Life was a struggle with nothing but prairie. The job was too big and you had to grow in a big way just to cope!

But our dear divine Creator saw to it.

No matches, hit flint rock made a spark and we had to learn to do it or no fire for heat and cooking was accomplished.

March 11, 2004

 

Johnny, my dog, gets cold after awhile and knocks on the door with his foot to come in. Then after awhile he gets hot in the house and comes over looking up for me to read his mind, "I want out. Itís too hot in here."

Each transmission, he expects a piece of dog biscuit.

The two cats, Dickie and Martha stay in. One whiff on the cold and they arenít wanting to go out; they turn back to their respective comfortable places, a comfortable chair for Martha and a comfortable davenport for Dickie. Indeed, they are a great comfort to me.

Being old, we need company and when I feed them at night, they all eat, meowing and close together. The dog waits till the cats are done and licks their containers.

Itís astounding how thoughtful they are to each other, not the slightest bit rude.

Their company is so wonderful. We are like a group of kind people all enjoying each other.

Like a plan worked out by God for happy living, I am full of Thank Youís for it!

I get up at seven and spend the first hour studying my Bible lesson, all of the pets quietly waiting. When I put up my books, they jump up knowing they will be fed. Then comes my breakfast in which they find contentment.

At noon, they know I eat but are undisturbed. Supper, too. My eating is my business, themselves well fed they have no concern for my meals. Johnny Dog sometimes comes up if it smells inviting, but pieces of bread satisfy him.

Iíve come to the age where I seldom leave and the calm is wonderful. The house gets cleaned and mail supplies get delivered.

More I cannot ask in lifeís last lap. TV is great. In the old days, people had no interruptions to the silence. I turn it on only in the evenings. Surely, local, world, and national news is great. Long ago there was naught but the local news in the weekly newspaper.

A letter from someone out of state brought facts.

"Did you hear about who got elected President?" one is asked a month later from a letter in the mail.

In my 96 years, I have lived through it all and find the now age very fulfilling.

What do we not know about?

I remember as a child our first telephone. "Gee! What an invention!" Oh, but we were shocked: "I hear Grandma talking and sheís ten miles away." Now I wonder what life on earth will be like 100 years from now.

Itís beyond guessing.

But now, I cannot ask for more of the good life.

March 4, 2004

How could the Christ heal people just touching them?

Church and health go together.

Itís a Christian Science practitioner that I go to when I am sick, which is so seldom.

Here is a quote from Ann Beals book Christian Science Treasure, The Prayer that Heals: "Spiritual laws relate all that God creates in perfect oneness of divine cause and effect. Perfect God, perfect man, His likeness. Individuality, beauty, harmony, perfection are a law to all that God creates...One Father, Mother, God ever near caring for all that He creates...Keep totally spiritual to be reachable to Spirit."

I get up early and start the day reading the well prepared lesson which Mrs. Eddy worked out - week at a time.

What is hard for one to realize is the power of our thinking.

To feel awful and imagine all bad leads to trouble sometimes.

When I spend an hour or more reading the worked out lesson from the Bible and Christian Science With Key to the Scriptures, I have a grand mental bath and am ready to feel great and do my best whatever the day presents.

Iíve said before I lived by a Christian Scientist in Georgia and was healed at once of a cold which would have kept me from going to Georgia Techís welcoming party!

So here I am, fifty years later, healthy and happy as a lark!

Isnít it wonderful Beaver has so many churches that each can have his own when actually there isnít any huge difference since we are believers in God and His son the Christ who gives us joy and relief that we are not as long ago heathens who never had the word God, let alone worshipped Him for so many centuries that church to prove our worship is a weekly event to get us all nice and ready for Mondayís job start.

It is my prayer that you feel the love of God.

To me, my Father is in charge, I have no aloneness. I even knelt down and asked for His help that I be helpful in maybe someone who didnít think much about God.

Ah, remember He is our Life, Mind, and substance that He keeps in working and well.

I feel like a good example at 95.

"Except ye become as a little child..."

See what I mean? Go to Him as you would your father.

Thatís the reason Christian Scientists do.

Our faith in the Father heals.

February 26, 2004
As a little girl, I wanted to write. Itís wonderful how we are born with wanting to do something.

Our Creator gives us each special likes so we will be happy, at peace in our lifeís work.

Itís so interesting how children do have dreams about what they will do when they grow up. "Iím going to be a doctor." or "Iím going to be a builder." or "Iím going to write," said I, and had already written a poem.

So grown, I had many books of poetry. Here are some I call my favorites.

In my book The Old Prairie Windmills Canít Stop Singing,

Now for a century

The prairie windmills

Have sung their song

Lifeís giving should never cease

Any more than the water

Forever pumped

For the brave and their cattle.

Oh, giants of such grandeur

Never stop your rescue song

Of unmatched beauty

That tells of lovers

Where better found?

In my book, On the Wings of Tomorrow, an excerpt of the poem, "The Bluebonnet Room,"

Porfirioís massive oak that bowed

To its bluebonnets, filled the parlor

With unsurmounted grace. The bare pine walls

With their old wood hue enhanced the view

The eye of the artist stole to share.

In my book, The Nonconforming Professor, a song which Bill liked,

"Goodbye, dream boat

Sailing in the sunset glow

With the only love Iíll ever know.

Every moment takes us farther apart.

Soon thereíll be the empty sea

Of a lonely heart."

In my book, The Reminding Wind,

The wind, the wind, what a tale

It has to tell of the wide and empty

Prairie, with its cottonwoods

That sip along the edge

Of a long and winding creek,

Where the killdees cry

And sail above the sandhills

To join the hot and cloudless sky!

 

ĎTwas in the early nineteen hundreds

When a man of remarkable courage

Dreamed of greatness for the prairie

Called the land of Oklahoma

In the narrow Western Strip.

He saw the room to grow,

To soar, to contemplate,

And somehow never cease to know

An excerpt from the book, I Love Those Indians, shows the innocence of children on the prairie:

"When I saw Eddy Little Fox holding a rattlesnake I nearly fainted. The snake and the child were looking at one another. I was afraid to move. Rather under my breath I said: "Be careful, Eddy."

Eddy moved the rattlesnake close to his face. "Heís my friend. See?"

Note: All of the books written by Alice Spohn Newton are available at the Beaver County Library.

 

February 19, 2004
Oh, day for expressing love!

Oh, how the staff at Senior Citizens did express a wave of caring!

Even with a special table for 96 year olds. Such a beautiful red Valentine table cloth on a table where sat ten 96 year olds, including me.

I was slow deciding to go to the Senior Citizenís Center, but I kept thinking about it being a day to express love and I wanted to express a lot of love to all those dear friends at Senior Citizens, so getting out of my farm pants and shirt I went because it was as though God said to go.

Behold when I got there, here was this beautifully decorated table and the dinner was just starting. Here I was with the other 96 years olds with all the special attention. Oh what a blessing our Father God didnít want me to miss.

Donít tell me God doesnít watch over us while striving always to please. He wanted me to go.

Surely, surely, it was a day of days never to be forgotten.

How did this Valentineís Day get started?

A guess is at school somebody drew a heart for a friend and then came more. Gee! I can remember so well in school how we made valentines, had parties, and expressed love all day long. So I decided to continue the day, a start to continued loving. Why stop?

That valentine love from youth has been real and itís a good way to live it because it is special.

Itís just what we need to have a full happy life to the end.

When we care for people in that special way always, wouldnít it raise the human race above the bad, that is expressed even to killing wars?

Itís just what mankind should incorporate into human affairs.

Thatís just part of mankind. We can know each has his troubles. "This wonít do," "I donít like whatís going on." "Hell with him!"

We have that one day a year where somehow from childhood that day we wanted everybody to do "Be My Valentine."

Be that kid love at least a day now. Itís real for that day!

Why? Why? Why? Why canít we be smart and change the human path of dislikes?

Wake up to the thought that starts in childhood, one day devoted to love. Made into every day like it!

I hear you scoff, impossible!

I hear you say, "Itís a kidís day, you nut!"

Yes, but itís so real. The lunch at Senior Citizens proves itís the air full of that childís day love.

So letís work harder even in little old Beaver town to express that all-out caring on valentines, and have all-out love day after day.

Thereís something that brings back youthful love which the years lose. And itís just what we need, and can have, believe it or not!

Child-like love Valentine style is a path of life to stay on!

 

February 12, 2004
 

I remember how excited I was when old enough to vote.

We were voting for the President of the United States as well as Governor of what at that time was Iowa, where I was sent to live with an aunt at the death of my mother.

I was told by several that my vote counted which seemed so incredible. Yet, of course, like a jar of beans; left no room.

Voting committees saw that even all nursing home members vote because one missing could change the outcome.

If you have a favorite candidate, the one could win or lose.

Oh, how it takes all!

I remember in a school play I won the part with one vote. I was ashamed as I knew the friend was distressed. These voting projects leave the loser just naturally disappointed.

Think how the Presidential candidate gets a devastating let down! Oh, how all his family and friends hurt!

Thatís the worst part about elections. Someone is going to feel deeply upset for a long time.

Itís a kind of "nobody likes me" hurt.

We used to have a saying, "nobody likes me. Iím going out in the garden and eat worms."

Even in thought.

So here we are at election time. Even absentee ballots are available which is such a help!

Imagine the job it is to count all those votes!

And the grave need that vote counters be trustworthy.

I cannot think of one job in which the public demands more 2+2=4 exactness!

And how nice it is we have quick results with TV announcements.

Far back as a child I remember how my father waited for "Who is the new President?"

Itís such things as these that bring on inventions like TV.

Long, long ago, the mail box held all the important news.

Then the telephone. What an invention that was!

I was born in 1908, and have experienced the excitement of it all!

Time is like a growing tree. So much to show for of importance to that pretty little tree!

Mother Nature knew every tree leaf counted!

February 2004
 

In 1904, when my father, John Spohn filed on a claim of 48 acres in the Clearlake area, it was a long 11 mile buggy trip to Laverne for supplies. One could see for miles every direction, the land filled with sagebrush and soapweeds and short prairie grass.

Now and then a jack rabbit would hop up above the sagebrush and soapweeds. I remember as a little girl how they hopped and ran.

Buggy trips with Ginger, our handsome horse to Laverne meant I always got candy at the store which had all needs from flour to underwear.

Most all the Laverne families had come from distances to file on free claims.

Just imagine how little could be bought and how joyous it was to see even the few people who shared the problems.

I like that long span of years which brought so many life changes from Oklahoma to Iowa to Georgia to good old Windmill Valley where Beaver is just over the hill.

My cats, my dog and I are so at peace. What the dog likes is that he can come in the house when he want to, and to go outside when he wants. Weíre a happy bunch.

Town is now a rare trip, because my helper brings mail and supplies. I donít even turn on TV except at the 6 p.m. news and some good program later.

You just canít imagine how much more loving and quiet it is here compared with bigger, larger places. The total quiet gives one total thinking power without interruptions.

Itís a need when youíre trying to write, the peace is so good to come up with the exact thoughts for columns which I pray over, so all who read them get an uplift.

At last I am pleased with something that brings back memories, or to new younger readers a pick up of the past first hand.

Our old Oklahoma panhandle was land unworked till given away. Now, with those sandhills and the Beaver River, itís special!

There is something entertaining about life.

At least for me.

I will be 96 May 5, and have a complete satisfaction that even now I have had a long full life and ever since childhood to be as good as asked by that mom and papa was enough.

I was taught from childhood to do my best.

In school, taught that thoughts were inside a hard skull, I had a time in figuring it all out.

In time I gave out.

To think right was what counted.

When old people died I was told they went to Heaven which was the end of the trip. And since old they had problems I thought that Heaven was just the place.

Still do.

There certainly are a lot of loved ones, parents, brothers and my hubby there.

"How do you know all this?" you ask.

Itís such a nice Life Trail. If you had never heard the like, wouldnít it be rather distressing to think, like the old cow, death is the end?

"Maybe not the end for the cow that gave us milk every day. How do you know so much?"

When I come upon old Daisieís body it look so gone for good. In pretty caskets with lots of flowers it doesnít!

Thinking canít be stirred up like a cake. Itís just a long, long life of experience. Nothing sadder than a baby in a casket, with no chance at all to enjoy toys, swings, parties, school plays and learning to read, figure, and GEE, finally marry having your own children!

What a joy of joys you yourself got born to be a part of it all.

What about those miscarriages?

I am too grateful for words to have lived through it all till now I am so old I know there isnít much time left!

I like, widowed, selling out in Georgia and coming to build a home on the John Spohn 140 acres where there was nothing but a sod house and old windmill. Dad from Iowa, loved trees and there were many which was great. My good fortune was it being just a mile from Beaver which to me is best of all places!

The people are so special! Gee! Being friends is a part of life here. I mean real friends that go out of their way to help when help is needed. And one of the grandest things that ever happened in my long life is this column to write. It keeps my thinking cap on and thatís so important to an old person!

I pray, pray, pray that I come up with something interesting.

This time it was how one feels when youíre almost 96 years old.

Above all KNOW it is important to be as helpful as possible.

At this job, I try my best to have interesting thoughts to play with, like how it feels to be a real old person.

Just donít forget when you get there have a project. Think up something to do! Hope it helps!

All my many years have taught me thatís what counts!

Interesting not to busy projects that make life enjoyable!

 

January 1, 2004

Since I was a child I have said (was taught) to say HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Itís good to have time broken up into years, months, weeks, and days! As well as hours and seconds.

Think how it was at the start of life on this earth where there were but a few people. Night and day was it.

Itís good to be living on earth at this time where now it would seem as though nothing of the sort were lacking.

Maybe a thousand years from now we will be thought of as so with needs.

Imagine back for us even in 1908 when I was born and we lived near a little town called Clearlake, and a little farther to Laverne.

Horse and buggy travel, a well where water was pumped, and those wooden outside "toilets." Then time, time passing time as Iíve said...

Mom, a music graduate from Iowa and daddy a graduate from law school, he got elected county attorney and we moved to Beaver and he bought this where I now live. That old sod house torn down and this home with even a swimming pool, which I no longer use because swimming at age 95 (in May, 96) is hard work! Yes, old folks repeat themselves. But what about new!

Well, thatís what time marching on does! Like plants old, pull Ďem up! What can beat the twentieth century?

To me that is what counts. Human nature is built that way and this is a good time to remind ourselves of it. Itís needed to live comfortably.

My prayer is that our nation doesnít in the centuries ahead give up belief in God. My husband did not. He said a God called a supreme being "the only good" was not real to him. Nature, leaves, birds, etc., it created perfection from a natural foundation of perfection. To him a loving God was a human invention. We stayed off the subject.

"I and my Father one, He the one who doeth it all" like right now. I listen to Him to bring joy to the reader that lift Christ had keeping one with "Our Father which is in Heaven - Who leads us not into temptation, but delivers us from evil."

Itís His wisdom that I hang tight to like a child to its parents.

Just that situation for me takes God.

So make 2004 the best...turning to God because you couldnít love Him more! And we want his Son to have a happy birthday!
 

January 8, 2004
 

When Bill and I were married, he wanted to go to Mexico where his father, now having died, worked in Mexico mining gold. We went there and I remember the big dug-out places, where the gold had been extracted. We picked up a few little pieces which are rock with a shine or two, small in size, about marble-sized; only jagged lumps could be seen in the rock. So many had picked out the little pieces that they were hard to find, but I still do have a little somewhere, in a bank deposit box.

Itís not shiny as you would expect, just dull yet recognizable, and the little rock can be shined.

Just think how exciting it was for men to pass over the border and help themselves. It, of course, called for a permit, which I assumed was to the Mexicans a way to make money on our living expenses.

The Mexicans as a nation are friendly and Nacho Querose and his family with small children became good friends. Nacho liked to help us with the gold finding.

"Hereís a nice little piece."

When we went into a shop there was a cut glass bowl I simply had to have and did spend my wedding gift money from Papa. I spent this entire $25.00 on this lovely bowl. I wrapped it up in a blanket since we were sleeping out on the ground at night.

Remember it was during the depression and so far Bill hadnít found a job in sight as a teacher.

Oh, but it was tough going. We even sold subscriptions to a little newspaper for $.50 per year. But love deepened the relationship between us that sharing the hard times was a nice big sign of caring. "Here you take the rest of my sandwich." "No, no, no!" I said in total refusal. I think our honeymoon was so blessed for ever parting which of course it was.

Bill sent in so many applications to various universities. One offered him a job if he would take part in the Christian activities of the university. He did not want to be hypocritical about it, so he turned it down.

January 15, 2004

Now at the start of the new century itís our inspiring, ever helping Ray Cummins, that is my very needed helper with my 96th year coming up the first of May.

He and his wife now live near Forgan with Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays heís here to bring mail (to the Greggs also) and lend a hand where needed! Oh, how deserted life would be without him!

I have my old black cat, Dickie Boy, my gray cat, Tammy, and old but very active dog, Johnny Boy. If you have never had them, pets are a blessing from God. There should be a pet room in every nursing home, so the old folks would have something to love in their laps.

Love just is that way! "God is Love." and pets created proves it.

As soon as we married, he said now my dog, Jack can come.

"And my cat, Bessie" I added. Our depression days, though hard, pets were still a must. So we were content!

Now alone, nothing more sure than not being rid of the aloneness - little darlings, theyíre so thoughtful, not bothering me when Iím writing, eating, or sleeping. Surely in these last years, I couldnít be more at peace, especially when we could enjoy our dear friends in Beaver, and also enjoy our pets.

Yes, I am surprised to be at what I call my "worn out" stage (like worn-out furniture), than being glad to die. We so often think of bad reasons to die, like sickness or a something bad happens to you. This is just being worn out too much effort to go on as usual with meals, night rest, and daily activities with my two good company cats, Dickie and Tammy, and dog, Johnnie Boy who are old and enjoy the fruit.

After noon, they like to be outside and this winter part of the year has been great with its still sunshine warmth, even dodging freezings. Eating and house duties (with help) I enjoy the writing along with piano playing, fingers as nimble as ever. There is always the TV at nights. What I find most surprising is so little wind. Hardly a windy day while some years it was rather continuous. I wonder why the change?

I have found in the few towns in which Iíve lived, that the place is as good as its hard-working thoughtful men who are such good fathers and husbands of our dear women. My life is at its close, but I pick Beaver over Georgia, California, Arizona, and Iowa.

 

December 2003
Bud McAlister

I have never seen a more likable person. No wonder Cheley thought him likable enough for her to live with as his wife.

His spunk (as old timers used to say) as well as his happy, fun nature for me has never found an equal!

Born so bodily out of line his parents just called him Bud.

But he is as bright and cheerful as a person can be and Cheley grabbed him as very fun loving, bright, and caring as a person can be!

Right now he is in the hospital sick and needs our prayers.

I keep him as my model of how high we can rise from difficulties.

The Christmas season is upon us in which we celebrate the birth of Christ Jesus who became our greatest of all great, healing the sick and even raising the dead, and we know He is keeping His promise to be with us always.

Itís faith we need that He keeps that promise and can make our fun-loving Bud well so he and Cheley can celebrate with us all.

My Christmas tree is up and never a more beautiful one! Ray Cummins found it and put it in that corner where they all have gone, a beauty and joy unequalled, this one so pretty I put a great big wide ribbon bow in front and an amazingly pretty crochet ornament above it.

Cards and presents sent, and Rayís gift of a music box playing all my favorite Christmas songs, Iím celebrating with cats, Dickie and Martha, and my collie dog that loves us all! Yes, cats like him!

So who could ask for more?

Widowed since 1973 the memories shine on to the point where my Bill is like someone off on a trip.

It is my hope, my prayer that everyone in Beaver has a grand Christmas and a very Happy New Year.

Just think...soon it will be the year of 2004.

What I like about it all is that I feel well and really enjoy life! It is my prayer that all do this season of celebrating Christís birthday!

Friend above all other friends who promised to be with us always, "Even unto the ends of the earth."

With all, far and wide, our togetherness is precious on this one big day!

May each be very specially blessed in 2004.

November 2003
 

On the day of Thanksgiving I like to make a list to remind me of all the things I am thankful for. Starting with good health and being 95 still with clear thinking.

What do you start with?

Itís important to make a list youíre really thankful for because when we are all tied up with worries we do forget the wonderful things of life like loved ones and special friends.

This one day of the year we do need to see the good side of life like, if nothing else, someone we care a lot about.

Living in the old bracket with mostly very dear rather old friends, who knows when someday their earth life is completed and oh, so missed.

I like to think about those very first settlers who wanted a day set aside to count blessings for being settled in this new country.

Websterís Dictionary tells us "Itís a day set aside for rendering our thanks to God, to our nation." Thanks, thanks!

The small beginning group, no doubt, were thankful for every little blessing. We donít give even a thought...like stores with every needed supply, and good roads, electric lights, running water. Oh, how they did do without!

So our now days of Thanksgiving must overflow with Thanks!

And itís so good to have such a day.

Letís make it one of our biggest ones - just realizing the difference from the first one to the now ones!

And all along the way, the BEST must be our motto. This is what we owe those striving pioneers.

That good day for eating together, yes, but more than that, this big nation so well run from that meek start.

Wars, even the Civil War. It is my prayer that there will come a time when men killing men isnít the answer.

And surely it will because "thou shalt not kill" is a DIVINE RULE.

What a Thanksgiving Day that could be!


 

New start for man and his wife is so nice, now for Ray and Wanda.

Joy and peace the rule, the waiting over.

Beaver and Forgan love them both and wish them very special joy. Oh, many well wishes are being felt.

He is my helper, lawn mowing and many other jobs that come up, like the pulling weeds out of the garden, putting in a ceiling light bulb, and the bringing in of a big sack of cat and dog food.

First thing when he comes, "You need help with something?"

Always!

All this and besides good sermons!

Yes, he is very special.

And now the good home life with Wanda, so well earned.

Beaver is such a good place to live, folks like them.I have lived in Iowa, Georgia, California, Colorado, Arizona, and even for a while in Mexico.

Bill and I were married in the awful Depression days and job hunting was an awful job in itself! An honor graduate from Georgia Tech kept him from being jobless because they knew he would be on track for a really good job,where no doubt he had applied, which was so true for most men at that time.

Iím so glad our newly weds today didnít have that nightmare. Letís do pray those days are never repeated!

I put this in so Ray and Wanda can rejoice to live in this day! Yes...there is something sweet about our day where with us our love was tried so vigorously. Above all hardships we had each other!

Marriages at the first get strength from problems. If itís real love it helps in deepening the caring.

No going home to mama if you donít have enough to eat!

This is a good time for marriages.

I hope during the Depression so much was learned there never will be a repeat!

To get married back then was sometimes a disaster, at least a big trial. The lesson we all learned was to start a savings account for emergencies.

Donít forget this.

Banks couldnít even loan they were so broke.

I just want you to be extra happy.

So we can play like marriage days during the Depression were just a dream.

How could the Christ heal people just touching them?

Church and health go together.

Itís a Christian Science practitioner that I go to when I am sick, which is so seldom.

Here is a quote from Ann Beals book Christian Science Treasure, The Prayer that Heals: "Spiritual laws relate all that God creates in perfect oneness of divine cause and effect. Perfect God, perfect man, His likeness. Individuality, beauty, harmony, perfection are a law to all that God creates...One Father, Mother, God ever near caring for all that He creates...Keep totally spiritual to be reachable to Spirit."

I get up early and start the day reading the well prepared lesson which Mrs. Eddy worked out - week at a time.

What is hard for one to realize is the power of our thinking.

To feel awful and imagine all bad leads to trouble sometimes.

When I spend an hour or more reading the worked out lesson from the Bible and Christian Science With Key to the Scriptures, I have a grand mental bath and am ready to feel great and do my best whatever the day presents.

Iíve said before I lived by a Christian Scientist in Georgia and was healed at once of a cold which would have kept me from going to Georgia Techís welcoming party!

So here I am, fifty years later, healthy and happy as a lark!

Isnít it wonderful Beaver has so many churches that each can have his own when actually there isnít any huge difference since we are believers in God and His son the Christ who gives us joy and relief that we are not as long ago heathens who never had the word God, let alone worshipped Him for so many centuries that church to prove our worship is a weekly event to get us all nice and ready for Mondayís job start.

It is my prayer that you feel the love of God.

To me, my Father is in charge, I have no aloneness. I even knelt down and asked for His help that I be helpful in maybe someone who didnít think much about God.

Ah, remember He is our Life, Mind, and substance that He keeps in working and well.

I feel like a good example at 95.

"Except ye become as a little child..."

See what I mean? Go to Him as you would your father.

Thatís the reason Christian Scientists do.

Our faith in the Father heals.

The Christian Science Church I belong to is being explained on the OETA television station in Oklahoma City November 13 at 8 p.m.

It is a religion that stresses divine healing. I got interested when my husband and I lived in Atlanta, Georgia. Invited to a Tech dinner of welcome. I got a bad cold, not expecting to go, and a neighbor said to call a Christian Practitioner for help. Never having heard of it, I called, and was quickly healed and soon was a member of the church and have been ever since. They have a booklet, new every three months, where daily lessons are worked out and I get up at 6 a.m. and spend two hours reading and writing down healing ideas and am well and happy at age 95, with 96 coming up in May.

Now letís talk about my collie dog on the road to being 18 years old and never would you guess it! He has two cats to play with, Dickie Boy, who is 17 and is too devoted to me to worry about age. Then there is Martha, the cat who is 18 years old and not only the biggest cat I ever saw, but she loves me in winding around my legs till I can hardly walk but donít care!

Life is full and happy and I think that has something to do with very old. Try as hard as possible if you are old or have parents who are, to have pets around for they are so devoted you keep old age out of the picture!

"In the beginning God created the heavens and earth and called it all as "Very Good."

We need to think back to that beginning and start over, leaving out such things as war, and getting mad enough to shoot someone or a beautiful bird, or perhaps, if like my hubby Bill, never even in the beginning started to kill cows, chickens to have meat. "How can you eat it?" Bill asked. And I admit last night I ate the fried chicken the Senior Citizen cooks gave me, and will likely have bacon and eggs for supper.

Are you horrified?

The meat counters are filled with meat for sale for people to eat. All my life I have taken it as food to eat. Food.

I have never known anyone but Bill who couldnít.

Long ago praying about it I concluded if it displeased God Who I listen to with child obedience He would give me clear guilty feelings which I try hard to keep out! To me, He is my Divine Parent I love above all else!

Being a Christian Scientist and starting every day with marvelously cleansing lessons that stress "I and the Father One" the message I stress is that God created us with a clear "Donít do it" feeling which I obey as well as my dog Johnnie Boy.

Itís his life, the desire to please!
To please our Father divine is my life. Christian Science lessons are a good bath. Donít forget those good mental baths!

October 2003

I started in Beaver County, Oklahoma, and am making my ending - after years elsewhere - in the location my folks bought at papaís courthouse job.

Itís my favorite of all places, a farm I call Windmill Valley; with horse tanks for horses, and windmills to keep plenty of water.

I chose it feeling so at home in my childhood place, so many old-time friends you love.

Store keeper friends keep all needed supplies priced okay and in stock.

Church funerals are crowded with sorrowing friends.

Weddings celebrated by all!

Beaver declared the county seat when the courthouse was built. Then the hospital came as a needed advantage.

On, on schoolhouses; the planners working always toward whatís best.

From the start our founders worked for the best.

We have so much to thank them for!

That big old water tower declares best the motto: Donít Stop-NOTHING BUT THE BEST FOR BEAVER.

Tired of hearing it?

Iíll never get done bragging it.

Everyone is special.

You are. Thatís a fact.

I donít know how it happened but think about different one.

Likeableness is the trend.

Big crowd days at Senior Citizenís Wednesday dinners say it.

Merchants, offices, needful townsmen; all born helpful.

Many other places have I lived so I speak from experience.

"Out of my way!" said in other places.

That may be the secret.

We are not hurryers.

If someone HAS to hurry, we give them room.

Thoughtfulness and rush donít go together.

"Ah, lateís awful!" you say.

"Yes, Iím miserably late."

A good job is for as long as needed for us here.

Life being eternal, what more vital than our striving to keep out a life of regrets?

Beaver, full of good folks that honestly care.

We can always tell when someone really loves you in a sister-brother way!
 

I get up every morning at 6 a.m. to study the weekly Christian Science lesson and take many notes, and it occurred to me that my readers might like a look at them, so here are a few. Some for the week of August 19, 2003.

The subject for the week is MIND.

BIBLE 1st Chronicles 29: 10, 13 (My notes about it) I do know God our Father, Mother, Love, and strive to keep the 10 Commandments.

Chronicles 29. David pled with God before the congregation to follow.

Jeremiah 29. God thinks Peace for us when we call for help He gives it.

Now the Christian Science portion. "Nothing is real but God and His likeness. He takes wonderful care of us! Look to God for the truth that frees!

BIBLE Exodus 13. God led the people through Egypt. They did trust God with perfect understanding.

Just imagine that peace! Led on with certainty.

Itís what we must do! Itís such special peace, we find.

Thatís why I like to get up early and read the lesson. All frets of the day gone.

Time well spent!

The Red Sea parts when we come to it because I have made God my Life, Mind and Spiritual Substance.

Red Seas part for a lot of things. Like the cat darted out when I opened the door for the dog. It was morning when the coyotes are out just looking for a nice fat cat!

It wiped out fuss over plans for the day.

Then the 100 degree heat again! How are our beautiful pine and cedar trees going to survive!

They get good waterings but soon the hot sun has taken over and doesnít stop till the sun goes down!

All mornings started with God and my wonderful lesson, I feel the strength to TRUST GOD.

September 2003
 

I started in Beaver County, Oklahoma, and am making my ending - after years elsewhere - in the location my folks bought at papaís courthouse job.

Itís my favorite of all places, a farm I call Windmill Valley; with horse tanks for horses, and windmills to keep plenty of water.

I chose it feeling so at home in my childhood place, so many old-time friends you love.

Store keeper friends keep all needed supplies priced okay and in stock.

Church funerals are crowded with sorrowing friends.

Weddings celebrated by all!

Beaver declared the county seat when the courthouse was built. Then the hospital came as a needed advantage.

On, on schoolhouses; the planners working always toward whatís best.

From the start our founders worked for the best.

We have so much to thank them for!

That big old water tower declares best the motto: Donít Stop-NOTHING BUT THE BEST FOR BEAVER.

Tired of hearing it?

Iíll never get done bragging it.

Everyone is special.

You are. Thatís a fact.

I donít know how it happened but think about different one.

Likeableness is the trend.

Big crowd days at Senior Citizenís Wednesday dinners say it.

Merchants, offices, needful townsmen; all born helpful.

Many other places have I lived so I speak from experience.

"Out of my way!" said in other places.

That may be the secret.

We are not hurryers.

If someone HAS to hurry, we give them room.

Thoughtfulness and rush donít go together.

"Ah, lateís awful!" you say.

"Yes, Iím miserably late."

A good job is for as long as needed for us here.

Life being eternal, what more vital than our striving to keep out a life of regrets?

Beaver, full of good folks that honestly care.

We can always tell when someone really loves you in a sister-brother way!

September 11, 2003
 

Oh, the County Fair! Which I remember as a little girl when I sewed a dress for my doll and got a blue ribbon prize. Oh, what a mark of success for a child!

Mother was always sewing and I wanted to. So she cut out a dress for my doll and helped me manage the needle and thread, especially teaching the way to use thread and needle without getting the needle stuck. Once that happened was warning enough.

Making oneís familyís clothes was the main way then. Hardly ever did one have on some kind of bought ready-made dress, or even menís shirts.

The County Fair was just the time to enter oneís blue ribbon best.

Eight, when my mother died, I was sent to Iowa to get good bringing up by an aunt, my sewing stopped, along with the county fairs.

Thereís something so exciting about blue ribbons and so awful not! It does make one try harder, which is a good reason for our county fairs.

Along with the merry-go-rounds and Ferris wheels, along with that chosen queen riding in the parade in all her beauty.

The pavilion is always full of tables of homemade items and crafts. Every one of our county fairs honor people who have outstanding accomplishments to show. Even stalls of horses, cows, sheep, and even a coop or two of chickens, rather special.

I remember one county fair in which my Uncle George from Missouri (him and his wife Auntie May coming so I could be back home with the family,) won a blue ribbon on his broom corn each year till the dust storms started.

Oh, the dust storm days! You couldnít see for the dust, let alone walk! The farmers had gone wild getting rich over their fields of wheat. But when all the wheat was harvested the bare land in our Oklahoma wind blew dust till you couldnít see where you were going!

Uncle George died of dust pneumonia along with many others who had to be out in it.

So here now in the year 2003, we do have heavy grass pastures and for some reason not too much wind.

I think there were so meetings of prayer going on that it conquered heavy winds for all time.

Oh, how blessed we are to be freed of wind, wind, wind!

So here now in the rather cool quiet, letís celebrate big with our county fair with many, many home grown items.

The grandest parade I ever saw. And the most outstanding homemade items ever. Itís good to have our county fairs to show what we can do when the dust doesnít blow.

We even had extra prayer meetings where we got together and prayed.

Letís donít stop praying for our good weather. And know prayer helps.

We had the best parade I ever saw and I donít even remember a greater exhibit of crafts, all homemade.

Let it be learned for all time.

Our buffalo grass pastures are a must in this windy country. And all the soapweeds and sage brush are a needed beauty.

The need a show-off place at the county fair every year!

August 2003

When I first came home in 1973, I was treated as a part of the Beaver family by Jim and Doris Lyle. They were so cordial, helpful, and caring that right off I knew I was back where I belonged on the old home place, sod house though it was, which gave me a job right off in building a home where the centipedes, wasps, snakes and mice didnít think such an intruder belonged! Only the windmill had a song of welcome!

So Jim and Doris quickly filled any gap of a place to put belongings, while plans were drawn and construction began.

I did go back to Georgia to get that end of lifeís journey wiped out with a sale of what wasnít worth the haul!

Dear Georgia friends helped as we cried over what was 20 years of grand times together about to be over.

Recently widowed (3 years at that time) helpfulness was their goal.

Those three years were spent at a resort, Lake Arrowhead, Georgia, because I could NOT live in the old home place, Careless Acres, too full of wonderful memories! There was no way to face those destroyed treasures!

At the new resort home, new friends, the whole layout different, attractive with a Country Club by the lake where dining out was the fun!

Sure the Lord had led me to see, to join retired folks wanting friends and good times.

It was life saving!

But deep down my longing was to go home to the old home place willed to me by me father. He knew having been sent off as a child my longing to really go to that old childhood home, had never ceased, which was true.

Home had been a life longing and it could be fulfilled now!

So here I am - just as happy and at peace as I had dreamed of being!

Even with two cats and a dog to break the silence, the aloneness.

We surely are divinely loved and cared for. Each has his own pattern worked out for the ultimate of peace and contentment.

All living creatures from mice to man are born with wants and needs worked our my divine infinite wisdom which loves us with the desire that we be contented, happy, and healthy.

Donít be glum, nothing to live for.

Thereís a rhythm about existence. Itís music and we should sing like the birdies sing!

What are they singing about?

Theyíve found the right twigs, the right place for a nest, the nest built, and a nice mate! Eggs laid, then baby birds to feed, watch grow, and then fly away in excitement!

Joy, accomplishment, is the pattern for all life.

It is the plan! Itís there for us all!

"Ha! I did my best and am an old wreck! The world is filled with the like!"

I do see this and cry WHY to the Creator of beautiful blooming trees, beautiful birds with nests of peeping babies, a childís shining eyes at a dish of ice cream.

I ask WHY is there bad with such mighty Good!

Learning to walk the baby falls and cries. The old man and woman get aches and dreadful distresses.

Why!

How can we go by the pattern if we donít see it?

We canít!

My long life makes me stop and appreciate 95 years of improvements. In 1908, a coal stove for heat in which old dry cowchips were gathered to burn, a well with a pump to fill water in a bucket, the water used to drink as well to use in a wash tub not only for bathing but for washing our clothes.

There was a tall, narrow wooden building used for our outside toilet.

A mile away was a little white church where maybe as many as twenty did come every Sunday in a buggy driven by one horse if just old grandpa and grandma Gregory, but for more, like us, mama, papa, and we three children, we did better in the wagon. Then mama died!

My long life of ninety five years makes me stop and appreciate all of the improvements thus far.

Right now I started this column and wasnít satisfied and beside me was a bottle of a white erasing substance which I have already used. So handy!

We moved to Beaver, dad elected County Attorney in 1908, and moved into a sod house on this spot where I was sent to Iowa to live with an aunt till married, then Georgia with hubby and at his death now here in a cement brick house. Me, two cats, and a dog.

What Iím wondering about is how much improvement after another ninety five years.

Letís stop and give it some thought. None of us, likely, will be here except now a few children.

So what can they write about what happened the next 95 years!

I am trying hard to think of, say, what the houses will look like?

Hereís a guess. There will be a kitchen that you press a button and automatically on a table is something that brings and spreads on the table a prepared meal.

"Johnny, what do you want so Iíll press the right button?"

"Fried chicken!"

Well! 95 years ahead still fried chicken.

Thatís a relief.

Asked about the dust bowl days I thought it was time we were reminded of them as one of our biggest blessings, their being over!

They are called "the dirty thirties" and came about as the result of turning this flat land in a great mass of growing wheat! We all got rich from good prices for wheat! Today you can see beautiful homes in the flat lands. All of those trying pioneer days were over.

Then when all the fields were harvested and plowed up for the next time to plant, it happened!

That old Oklahoma wind blew its hardest day after day lifting up the fresh plowed ground into whirling columns of dust, taking with it old trash, buckets, wagon wheels, even bales of hay! Even tops of sheds!

And with handkerchiefs tied over our nose and mouth actually to be able to breathe, we ventured out only when very necessary with it hard to breathe.

It was the time mother died and my father pled desperately for grandma and grandpa to come to Oklahoma from their home in Missouri so they could help him with his children. Uncle George and Auntie May came also because they didnít like living by themselves so far away.

Uncle George got a job pulling broomcorn. In the terrible dust he got what was called dust pneumonia and died. His wife, Auntie May, blamed my father as if he had killed him.

In this Dust Bowl struggle, I remember our walks from here where I live in the country to school. It was such a struggle to push against the blowing dirt.

Many a funeral at Beaverís grave yard where you could hardly stand up!

Farmers were out on quiet days plowing their fields by the instructions of the Farm Bureau as well as later the soil conservation organization set up to save the land.

Farmers were taught to plow in circles where the wind couldnít pick up the dirt so easily.

It was very important, too, to plant deep so the seeds wouldnít blow. Today we are hardly aware of the wind as it is almost always blowing.

"Well! The wind isnít blowing today! Isnít it great!"

We are so used to it we think nothing of it at all, our lesson on crop planting well learned.

Who ever heard of dust storms now! Those born since canít imagine them.

I look out my east window now and then to see if the wind is blowing, I hope, pumping water in the horse tank!

Another blessing is our pastures of buffalo grass which stops any dirt from blowing. We quickly got over plowing up all the land. Itís as though the dear Lord knew it was our answer, that very short and almost indestructible grass, hot dry winds though there be.

When Grandpa Spohn got his 140 acres, if he came and lived on, from the government just to get all the nation settled, he was quite pleased with his stretch of free land all his.

Ah, on the first really windy day with no stop at all, he wasnít so pleased, and when it lasted a week he said, "This is no place for people to live! Iím going home to good old Iowa where the wind is no more than fanning yourself in church on a hot day!"

So he and grandma (not so happy about it) left, trundling along in the wagon with all of us in it to the train station so far away!

Yes, in winter the cold north wind, and in summer the hot wind, blows often without stopping for days.

I hear it whistling around the windows now.

But for some reason I like it better than the strange stillness.

In this country the stillness gets a questioning, whatís wrong?

Wind is something I donít remember in Iowa, California, Arizona, or Georgia.

I guess thatís why I rather like the windís whistle. It tells me I am at home where I was as a child---in dear old Beaver where weíre all good friends.

As often said, "Weather is something you can talk about but not do anything about."

Thereís talk about a global warming, not very cold, cold.

But trees losing their leaves, animals gaining, or losing more fur.

Nature itself is too adapted to change.

Plan infinite.

Donít meddle.

"How can we?"

Thatís what I like. We canít!

 

 

 

Column by Alice Spohn Newton

August 2003
 

July 2003

I read this statement and it was one of those 2+2 facts.

"All great truths are simple" (from my Ann Beals book The Prayer That Heals, published by Dodd Mead.)

Immediately I wanted to make it a part of my life.

Keep truth simple.

There are the facts. This is Monday.

There are personal facts.

"I like living in my home town where everybody I know is a special friend."

There is a fundamental likeness in Beaver folks even though you donít know them too well. You may disagree from someone you know. But living in the country and not coming to town except for our wonderful Wednesday feast at Senior Citizens, and then on Sunday to church, Cheley and Budís Presbyterian church (Iím a Christian Scientist, no church here,) at these gatherings who could ask for more special friends!

There are many blessings that come with old age I find.

One thing to keep in mind is that when you always do your best there is a peace no other way found.

Likely we all do something we wish we hadnít. But there is an understanding among Beaver folks. "Nobodyís perfect!" is Beaverís forgiveness.

I take such times to our Father in heaven.

"God, Iím sorry. I should have known better."

There is the feeling He understands and will give me the feeling of my growing from the experience. Which is true, I do.

We never stop learning from our mistakes.

The older we get the more we do learn in this way, it seems.

I read, do my column writing, and eat all meals at a desk in the front room where in the evenings I can watch TV. The place is more satisfying than at a table where I somehow feel the aloneness.

One noon I was eating and had forgotten to bring my salad and when I went to the kitchen to get it, my little kitten jumped on my chair and put her two feet on the edge of the tray and all the food, dishes, water glasses, EVERYTHING, including the tray itself dumped on the floor scattering food, broken glass, water, all there on the floor!

I dumped the kitten outdoors and canít remember me madder because I had fixed an extra good lunch and it was almost two oíclock from my working to finish writing my column.

Now a week later I find myself wanting to end the column about Great Truths.

Three cats and a dog keep lonesomeness away but here now as I write is my big gray cat Tammie rubbing my left arm as she sits on the piano bench beside me.

So in my gathering of Great Truths, I conclude that there is nothing at this point truer than itís time to stop.

My never failing prayer for divine help when I start a column is now telling me to stop.

Let me know if you wish I hadnít!

Yes, I am in a good humor and love my pets. Total aloneness would be dreadful.

Except for one glorious thing.

We arenít alone!

God has promised to be with us always. "Even unto the end of the earth."

Just stop and think.

Who could ask for more?

 

"The only thing you need to heal is your thinking." (Ann Beals)

If ever we get a good shaking up itís this statement. It has a magic you wouldnít believe.

Of course we have to remember Christ Jesus declared "God is a Spirit and they that worship Him must worship Him in Spirit and in Truth." (EX 20:3)

That means worshiping in declaring God Spirit, we His likeness spiritual."

You say, "I donít even know what it is to Ďworship in spirit.í"

Long ago I found my church, Christian Science, which interprets God as a Spirit, we His likeness spiritual.

I see my flesh, my body, as an idea in God, Spirit.

We all can see a life after death, the eternal self. Itís a very common belief that when we die we go to heavenís eternal heaven of forever.

My hubby thought dead meant dead.

But I remember since mamaís death when I was eight years old papa calmed me by saying mama had gone to heaven where she would be well and very happy. He said she was now with Christ Jesus and all the other dears who had died, like grandma, and Uncle George.

Church friends drove in horse and buggy out in the dark when papa called a friend to say his Dee girl had died.

Iíve always thought it was so wonderful they came in the dark to be with him. I still hear his sobs! He blamed himself for bringing her here in the desolate, unsettled panhandle of Oklahoma which wasnít even yet added to Oklahoma...it was a No Manís Land Strip.

The struggle in the sod house was too much for this music graduate.

Papa just was so adventurous and now having been appointed county attorney of Beaver County, he was sailing on clouds.

Now the end had come. But he had to go on.

My two brothers and I walked to school, the mile, carrying our dinner buckets grandma fixed, their coming from Missouri to live with their despairing son, Uncle George and Auntie May following soon after. Oh, sad the move as George died from pulling broomcorn and killed by the terrible dust.

Sent away to be raised by motherís sister Fannie in Iowa (motherís dying request) I found many a reason to learn to "heal my thinking."

But thinking CAN be healed for I love to write and was taught the important points. And here I am, widowed, and back home where at last, I spend the biggest part of every day except Sunday writing.

I can say with joy that all the sad past is healed like a sore and I couldnít be more content.

This is why I want all dear sad people to KNOW we are very loved by our Creator, God, and He is a very loving Father who created us with an ability to think and heal bad thinking when needed.

There is something very tender about our divine Father.

This infinite creator is the Creator of all things from shiny apples, to scampering kittens, to great Presidents, Kings, and beautiful women who sing like the angels!

We are made with a caring of wanting to be helpful. Beaver is that way. I have never met a person who wasnít wanting to be helpful.

Many places Iíve loved, this is Tops!

And I say itís because our thoughts are healthy.

I bet you know what I mean.

So letís realize the importance of healthy thinking. No "I hate you! I donít like this. I donít like that."

Churches are mostly full and leaders of our town are tops!

So now see how very important our thinking is?

And remember bad thoughts can be changed. Youíre the boss.

Thatís how extremely important our thinking is!

Gee! Isnít it great, being able to think! That simple process of being able to think! Remember how we listen?

A Big Thank You, God for this wonderful part of our life!

Just imagine His having left out thinking!

How can we keep from loving God with all our heart and soul!

Oh, what a divine perfect creation we are!

Bad ills?

"God the only mind" you know now where to go.

For thinking to heal!

Just that "still small voice" to listen to.

DONíT FORGET THAT!

Itís very interesting to have absolute control over ourselves.

Thought does it.

Use it.

Not quite up to par I wanted to attend the 4th of July Sandhill Festival and did not allow anything to stop me.

The planners - Beaver County Chamber of Commerce and Beaver Beyond 2000 had worked hard and had visions of many coming so there must be food to the finish including hamburgers and hot dogs, with lemonade and iced tea along with watermelon for dessert, and cookies especially for the children.

I was there at the 4 p.m. start, and was pleased to find that all of those young trees planted sometime back we were not hardly able to see the sandhills for the trees! It was plenty cool and the cars kept coming!

It was great fun for all! Some of the folks brought chairs, one given to me that was for his child.

"He wonít stop playing in the sand long enough to sit!"

We all had a great time and even sang.

And kept in mind the great true separation from England which was for us all something to celebrate!

Weíve started something! Beaver is full of all of us good friends and with such a big crowd out to have food and fun the memory will linger. So what about Thanksgiving? We all have a lot to be thankful for!

Celebrate! We could have a food basket party.

One time, grown, I was introduced to someone who used to live here and she said, "Oh, I know you. Youíre the little girl who always loved to share a party!"

Why not? The sandhills just the place!

With more than words can say, I do thank and appreciate all the two groups, Beaver Chamber of Commerce and Beaver Beyond 2000 came up with. I just canít remember a more pleasing affair put on by any group.

Youíre a rousing Letís Have Fun Group.

Life has lots of trials to face. When those good times are sprinkled in, we stay on the long road of life Iíve found.

Good times like that enjoyed by all help in a Big family togetherness way.

What I though about the wedding of Tracy and Seth was that the grandness of it was such that they never would get a divorce!

Divorces are so common now days that itís a joy to feel these two had such glorious wedding they could never part. When differences come, which they always do, that wedding will come to mind as being forever.

Itís easy to get married. In fact when Bill and I did, my uncle just got a preacher and his wife as well as his own wife for witnesses and that was it.

(I have a feeling they though he was such a great choice they didnít want to give him a chance to change his mind!) I wasnít a bit worried.

OH, but we did care for each other!

We were both at the student lounge at the university of Iowa, me at the piano. When I left he did and told me how much he enjoyed my music, and walking me to my place where I roomed, he asked me if he could take me out to dinner the next evening and gee! I was pleased!

In a few weeks we were married.

Being during the Depression we drove to California where it was told there were jobs.

Having got his PhD from the University of Iowa, we both thought surely he would find something. But we both ended up going door to door selling a little local newspaper. But our love was such that we lived on great hopes!

And soon they came with a teaching job at Georgia Tech were we lived till his death in 1973, and I came here and built a house on the old Spohn home place.

It is my hope and prayer that our newlyweds Tracy and Seth are as happy no matter what, as we were.

I think that most beautiful wedding will do it. It will have the same power to keep togetherness. These quick little marriages that donít last often havenít gone through something like we did. That very beautiful wedding can never be forgotten even when distresses take over.

After the beauty of the wedding so unforgettable, married they will feel no matter what!

And there was such a big crowd there to enjoy it!

I wish all would be that grand because it canít help but put a damper on divorce. These quick marriages just donít seem to last now days.

Mine quick but the Depression forbade grandness. Trying to make ends meet was all we could manage.

The beautiful wedding is a good example of our good times!

What I pray for is deep, everlasting love bringing young couples together. There canít be anything in life on earth as joyous and satisfying as parental LOVE. Lover where precious children are brought into the world.

We can know it is the divine plan of God.

I just wish every couple that marries feels that deep love which is the divine Plan.

The gorgeous Saturday wedding reminds us how sacred man and wife together is.

Letís keep that wedding our reminder.

What in life more stirring!

That long floor covered for her truly gorgeous gown, bridesmaids with their colorful bouquets, the crowd standing, so special and exciting for Beaver!

It made marriage very special.

Which it is!

 

July 3, 2003

Waking to a new day hanging heavy, my mind lifts with a Bible command such as "Be thou whole." It was what Christ said when He healed someone.

Whatever we do from shopping, to having a cup of coffee, to reading the morning paper, the words seem to mean it.

I surely have found it a good way to rid out those wake-up groans.

A new day needs to start off with a bang of an idea, whether it was thought of last night, or this morning.

Itís absolutely wonderful how the body gives in to thoughts which cause moods.

Sometimes I tell morning moods to go to the dogs and stay there!

That will do it.

Life made up of night and day is one of our biggest blessings from God.

When you stop to think of earth life, it is full of the goodness of our Creator.

I canít think of a thing left out. Eyes, ears, teeth, hair, digestive system, breathing and making use of the air...

I hear you say, "Why not wings?"

No. No. Iím so grateful we donít have to put up with wings. How would we keep them clean? At night, yours flopping in my face.

I give our Creator a big hug of thanks we donít have wings!

How would we wash them?

I trade them for good thinking any day. We can build a house, plant a field of needed wheat, work our medicines that heal, where is the stopping place we can do?

We seldom stop to realize the abilities of man "In Godís likeness."

Appreciation and thanks for it all is in order. Surely "Hallowed Be Thy Name!"

We get bogged down when we start counting blessings!

Try it!

Yes, there are those who are miserable and wish they were dead.

Let us pray for them!

Help when we can.

I canít think of a better feeling than when you know you have helped someone in a big way. Those "wings" really fly high.

Itís the best way I know to start a day because there is no other feeling that feels as good Iíve found. It lasts all day!

Good deeds keep out weeds.

Itís easier to "Be Thou Whole..." Christís magic words.

Remember how it worked?

Make use of its magic every morning. "Be thou whole."

It brings the Christ into your day.

Who doesnít need that morning lift!

 

June 26, 2003

Oh, how I like my early Bible Study that gets me well cleared to write a column. (My favorite occupation.)

This one is a favorite.

We just need to have all fear and doubt wiped out. Everything works better when it is.

God (God, the only good) is powerful enough to scream when it isnít. You didnít know that? Something does. Who else?

Donít mess up that Something powerful that disturbs.

Donít ignore that Something when your child is really sick.

God never absent, Good never absent...there to turn to!

Evil is powerless in its presence.

For many years I gave in to evil mortal beliefs.

Knowing something had to create us so marvelously perfect and wise, how can we help but accept the wisdom of an infinite God, Creator of the universe and all the wonders in it!

We have to see with the eyes of the Christ...He and His twelve disciples healed thousands proving God Spirit, we, His likeness spiritual.

The truth, spirit, the real, too good to toss!

Yes, I have problems that prove it. Fell and hit my head on something. I wondered if I would ever be able to think again! Called a Christian Science practitioner and soon felt normal again. What they do is KNOW GODíS SPIRIT, we his likeness spiritual, that you free of mortal beliefs as Christ proved in His healings.

I had a scare last night. The kitten, Martha, the feisty, darted out and so gone I couldnít find her. Got up at 10... no cat. Got up at 12... no cat. Got up at 2 a.m., and in she darted. What a relief! I feared a searching coyote had found her!

Life is made up of incidents that keep us on our toes.

No way, it seems, to have it all good. But how those fearful incidents do teach us to be wise, do always what seems best. Sometimes itís not. But we learn from it!

The Bible Study is such a help. Never missed. In fact, designed to prepare us to meet the dayís needs...

The Big Job is to cut out worry. Thatís why early rising for it does prepare us. Itís such a good feeling to know the Creator of the universe and all thatís in it is available.

"How do you know so much!"

"Heavens! Something that made that perfect head - ears that hear, eyes that see, wisdom that builds a mansion, produces a child, heals the sick, and goes to the moon.

There is so little we canít do.

If life gets to the point that you feel itís more than you can take, it does help to read the Bible and go to church. That Creator of the universe is available.

"Ha! How do you know!"

Because I kneel down and pray, "God help me!"

I expect it and get it. You sound like my husband who could never believe in a God. "Why so many in distress!"

Disbelief! I have to KNOW the Creator of so many wonders is far, far beyond imagining. A beautiful singing bird! No man created it.

"How do you know?"

If one does I will still KNOW that what keeps me so well designed and satisfyingly active, I still KNOW itís Something, somebody long ago called GOD. Never could I believe Christ Jesus didnít believe and prove it.

There are no needs for unbelief. Too many needs for it!

Happiness the biggest, along with HIM to turn to in need and getting it.

I like repeating that Lordís prayer. Here I am 95 and feel great. YES! I do call it Godís plan.

Heís my life, mind, and spiritual likeness. Who can ask for more!

 

June 19, 2003

Since I have lived from May 5th, 1908 I thought you would like to know that since early life about what it was like in the Panhandle on a farm near Laverne regarding the land itself, all a stretch of soapweeds and sagebrush, which is gray, the blooming soapweeds great stocks of white, rather large, cup-like blooms. Really beautiful in their undisturbed stretches.

My parents from Iowa, filed on a free claim of land, a sod house and a windmill was the immediate need, then afterwards a cellar when the wind threatened a tornado.

It all was a sight, a memory, I never forgot. Horse and buggy to go on Sundays to the little Bluegrass church a mile away, there was to me a joy today still vivid, maybe still there. The land was an endless stretch of sagebrush and soapweeds.

The prairie sun rises and sunsets were a glorious glow of pink stretching up to the brilliant blue of the sky. I even remember how mom and dad always took us out to look. As a little girl, I still remember the beauty ending the vast prairie land.

As we went to the little white church of Sundays, sometimes I got to hold the lines as Ginger trotted along.

Mama taught the little Sunday school and sometimes Papa would read and talk about the scriptures, if the preacher, who lived in Laverne couldnít come. Maybe a question and answer session.

Iíll never forget Grandpa and Grandma Gregory because of his beard and her white hair.

There was a family that had several children who were the Burses, who lived not too far from us and they gave us someone to play with, which was fun.

Mama washed in our tub and hung clothes on a line between two posts Papa fixed. On Saturday we all got bathed in that tub, each with a change of water pumped from the well Papa had help with digging. It was such a long ways to water. Sometimes he had to dig father, and I remember looking down at him. We were glad when he got back up the ladder.

All these members are reminders of how hard jobs were. My brothers, Jean and Hugh were given little jobs like bringing in wood, gathering eggs at the small chicken house, and we all watched Papa milk the cow that stood so still for him. He called her Hanna. Once there was a calf ó with no milk for us ó except when we drove to Gregorys for some.

The few times we took the long drive to Beaver, Papa made it known he was a lawyer, so needing a County Attorney, he got elected and off we went with the wagon loaded.

Mama was pleased with the move, sod house though it was. But good school for the children and town not so far (one mile). Would you believe it! Here I am in a brick house where the sod was, an old widow.

But never forgotten is that first home with the endless stretch of soapweeds, with their spring stalks of white bulbs, their beauty a regular flower land. There are some here now, but never like the utter endless stretch! So many you saw the small green bluegrass a good contrast. There was also sagebrush, but the gray just blended like a shadow. Oklahoma has from my start been beauty unmatched! My first sight of life on earth was that fairyland of blooming soapweeds.

I call it my favorite earth scene.

Yes, soapweeds and sagebrush here in Windmill Valley to enjoy! Homeland beauty unmatched for us all in such a land of white bells.

They are called soap weeds because old timers were able to make a soap out of their roots ó how I havenít found out. Their beauty surely needs no weed name! Yucca isnít pretty enough either, so I call them white bell towers, their beauty a song in itself.

 

June 12, 2003

Tornadoes do one thing for sure. They turn us to God pleading for help with all we have in us and still over a wide area, everything in its path is shattered, trash with people killed, even saints who shine with love and goodness.

I prayed to God about this.

It came to me that war was as a tornado in its killing of our very fine soldiers who go forth to fight, to kill, that these at war with us will not win in our issues of extreme importance such as ó say the civil war everyone would be treated equally.

Now in our generation many years later, all of such foolish reasons are gone and there are folks of all races in high positions and held in high regard.

Of course we have no way of controlling of who we are!

There are countries where the majority are of a different nationality and could look down on us.

I am very fortunate that where I have lived ó Oklahoma, Iowa, and Georgia ó I have never had the misfortune of having to dash to cellars to avoid a tornado ó so itís nothing to do with people in any way except maybe when we are at where killing is "good" when you win.

Our TV can bring the whole nation together ó in prayer for peace or joy our candidate for president got elected.

To me, it is God good, in which on TV we are as one big family.

We can pray about that child being murdered, the grief of her parentsí need we all can meet in prayer and that cane fail to help. Itís a definite feeling when someone is praying for us. Thatís the way Christian Scientists heal one another. One time I had an awful cold when my hubby was being welcomed as a new teacher at Georgia Tech, and cried desperately that I couldnít go until my neighbor called a Christian Science practitioner and the cold disappeared.

Well! Whatís this all about?

Could tornadoes or war killings be stopped with much united pleadings for Godís help?

Isnít it worth a try? Man killing by the thousands with deliberate shooting, isnít there some likeness in the tornadoes of hate?

It came to me war is worse than tornadoes, the killing manís way of settling a dispute when diligent peace talks (where war ends up) is the divine Father Creatorís demands that doesnít always get.

The resemblance of the two (war and tornadoes) even though God is Love makes me think His power to keep God the only good (never absent) a good that destroys the evil, war. No war ó no tornadoes, because God wonít allow them.

All the blessings from a childís tiny hand that can hold a bottle, to eyes that see, to ears that hear and that love ó a part of birth along with all else needed for a full, happy life, there could be no bad tornadoes.

What killings more mass than war?

My heart tell me since "God is Love ó More we cannot ask" (CS) would not allow tornadoes but for the biggest of reasons our mass killing wars Horrors Unmatched. Those wonder soldier willing to die for our country canít help but slash the heart of God Creator of all our needs without end!

I donít believe our God of Love sends tornadoes of mass destruction. But killing wars to determine the winner of an issue could be a shattering distress to wisdom.

June 5, 2003

The U.S. Capitol has always been called The White House but is was not until 1850, that the first bath tub was installed. (According to the Public Speakerís Treasure Chest by Herbert Prochnow and Son, publishers.)

Just think, the Presidentís servant had to bring in the wash tub.

When ours was brought in, I remember it was okay because I could get into it and sit.

But mom and daddy...well, I never saw them bathe as we were put to bed after our bath which was always on Saturday night.

This makes me wonder, in another hundred years, what will we bathe in? Time does bring its changes. Good for the most part, donít you think? Long, long ago there werenít even spoons. Likely the food far, far, back was picked from trees or pulled from the ground and eaten.

Yes, progress is the law and itís a good one! Something to thank God for! But even if there is a great change in the bathing process, I would still love my tub where I get perfumed soap that sudses and just enjoy the soaking and feel life is full of so many grand things to enjoy.

Even my two cats, kitten, and dog, along with the black cows with baby calves in the pasture. (rented.) Not leaving out my singing windmill!

Days start with my Bible lesson for that week, and Gee! Who could ask for more?...since Iím widowed.

It is truly "Peace that passeth understanding" which we are so divinely endowed with...if weíd just get rid of all the terrorists doing their thing!

It is peace that is craved but not always reached. Like the man that sang solos anyway and was told he did a good job "because of his nerve" to get up and sing!

"I hear you say you have a family that has to be fed and clothed, and Iím lucky to have a job, even if itís nothing but digging sewer lines and road ditches."

"What do you wish you could do? What has been your dream of being?" "Well, anything else BUT!"

"It comes to me with God our Father, you must see Him so. Go to Him as you would a parent, and tell Him what you wish you were!

"God is Love," remember. So get that tender relationship by just thinking of Him as your real father.

"Remember the President bathing in a wash tub!"

"With progress the law, we must expect when we do one job well we are preparing the way to be given another job more to our liking."

"Giving up is the enemy."

He walked away.

Later I saw him driving a van.

Arenít we glad we donít still have to bathe in a wash tub where our clothes are rubbed clean on a scrub board? Itís only the old, old who remember such things.

With Progress the Law, who can think of a better one because the human race is intelligent enough to do well what he does!

I think that is one of our wonders. We do try to do our best so we get that certain satisfaction from it.

I have never known a person who didnít try to get the thing done right.

There have been a lot of changes over my 95 years. But all in my mind have been for the better.

How I did love the buggy and horse, Ginger! I still see the fun of it, now beautiful.

I still see that old outside closet. And of course the slop jar for nights.

Mom, a music graduate, Papa, a lawyer, who went far too, being a judge, we enjoyed life to the full. When there was Sunday company they took their turns, in that tall, slim structure.

Old man, Greggory, got up from the table after a long spell of our visiting and said, "Well, John, letís go look at your pigs."

May 29, 2003

Life Doesnít Leave Us Alone

 

How true.

At rest it said to me, "Iíd like a buttery toasted cheese sandwich and a glass of grapejuice."

Then it said, "Mind me!"

So I did.

Then it said I should go to town and paint those little cement blocks at the gate. A light brown to cover the gray cement, and then when itís dry, paint a pretty sunflower on each with artistic green leaves.

"Mind me!"

I havenít yet, but I will as soon as all this rain dries up.

Worry, worry.

Iíve learned to treat worry like I do something I eat but donít like. Spit it out.

It makes me think of the very poor people who are too hungry to spit anything out! Theyíve learned to eat anything. Even from a garbage can.

Those in the welfare departments do their best to supply good food for their little darlings but still to them good food where ever found is edible.

Hunger is as much a part of us as our toenails.

Isnít it wonderful how God is creating Man so perfectly!

Good digestion, good elimination, good growing until a good stopping point! Good hearing, good seeing, good voice that often can sing beautifully!

Even a spiritual love that mates man to woman so that there is no end to the human race.

How can we possibly not believe in a God! (several who actually donít.)

My hubby was one who somehow didnít. His father was killed and his mother died a terribly bad cancer death.

Well, to me thatís not Godís doings, but manís!

I love God will all my heart and soul and get up at 6 a.m. to study for two hours the Christian Science lesson which is designed to make us feel spiritual.

God Spirit we His likeness spiritual.

"Thy will be done," surely is my wish!

Christ Jesus said, "Why calleth me good? There is only one good and that is God."

How can we not believe Him when He healed all just saying "Be thou whole."

I have enjoyed life for almost a century, have had good health, a sound mind and am naturally happy.

Because life doesnít leave us alone.

The friendship of friends is life at its best!

Prisoners must sometimes feel friendless. Itís such a painful feeling it makes us pray for them. Itís too hard to bear even the thought of being friendless. It would seem as though itís true that your dog is your best friend in that it is so unconditional. One can yell "Get out, you darned dog!" Even though wetting the rug unavoidable he moves forth with such shame and sadness you can almost see him as wishing he were dead.

Life gets after us, our life, when we fail in any way. Itís interesting how we do feel life, we should have done a better job when it doesnít matter! Like in a hurry and not giving your dog his pat. Life is supposed to reflect our Creator "I and my Father one."

Love left out never are we without regrets!

So to me the Divine Plan for our life, never to leave us alone.

Life and death, life the boss.

Oh, what a grand thing is LIFE!

We canít live without it.

No way could I love Life more than I do!

Itís a good feeling to honestly do the best you can.

Not good enough that best helps!

We sleep better.

May 22, 3003

Life Doesnít Leave Us Alone

 

How true.

At rest it said to me, "Iíd like a buttery toasted cheese sandwich and a glass of grapejuice."

Then it said, "Mind me!"

So I did.

Then it said I should go to town and paint those little cement blocks at the gate. A light brown to cover the gray cement, and then when itís dry, paint a pretty sunflower on each with artistic green leaves.

"Mind me!"

I havenít yet, but I will as soon as all this rain dries up.

Worry, worry.

Iíve learned to treat worry like I do something I eat but donít like. Spit it out.

It makes me think of the very poor people who are too hungry to spit anything out! Theyíve learned to eat anything. Even from a garbage can.

Those in the welfare departments do their best to supply good food for their little darlings but still to them good food where ever found is edible.

Hunger is as much a part of us as our toenails.

Isnít it wonderful how God is creating Man so perfectly!

Good digestion, good elimination, good growing until a good stopping point! Good hearing, good seeing, good voice that often can sing beautifully!

Even a spiritual love that mates man to woman so that there is no end to the human race.

How can we possibly not believe in a God! (several who actually donít.)

My hubby was one who somehow didnít. His father was killed and his mother died a terribly bad cancer death.

Well, to me thatís not Godís doings, but manís!

I love God will all my heart and soul and get up at 6 a.m. to study for two hours the Christian Science lesson which is designed to make us feel spiritual.

God Spirit we His likeness spiritual.

"Thy will be done," surely is my wish!

Christ Jesus said, "Why calleth me good? There is only one good and that is God."

How can we not believe Him when He healed all just saying "Be thou whole."

I have enjoyed life for almost a century, have had good health, a sound mind and am naturally happy.

Because life doesnít leave us alone.

The friendship of friends is life at its best!

Prisoners must sometimes feel friendless. Itís such a painful feeling it makes us pray for them. Itís too hard to bear even the thought of being friendless. It would seem as though itís true that your dog is your best friend in that it is so unconditional. One can yell "Get out, you darned dog!" Even though wetting the rug unavoidable he moves forth with such shame and sadness you can almost see him as wishing he were dead.

Life gets after us, our life, when we fail in any way. Itís interesting how we do feel life, we should have done a better job when it doesnít matter! Like in a hurry and not giving your dog his pat. Life is supposed to reflect our Creator "I and my Father one."

Love left out never are we without regrets!

So to me the Divine Plan for our life, never to leave us alone.

Life and death, life the boss.

Oh, what a grand thing is LIFE!

We canít live without it.

No way could I love Life more than I do!

Itís a good feeling to honestly do the best you can.

Not good enough that best helps!

We sleep better.


 

May 15, 2003

We Need A World Microphone

 

We need a microphone loud enough to be heard all over the world.

The first thing it should announce is that sending our most all-around good young men of one country to fight anotherís best young men is wrong and must stop.

The Bibleís command, "Thou shalt not kill," must stop for all time.

The worldís Peace Table on a world computer staying on until differences are found by staying on till they ARE found!

I have a deep conviction in, well maybe one hundred years! But it will come, maybe not through compassion, but through the awful cost of war!

Fine young men to kill fine young men of another nation has gone on so long it has seemed unavoidable.

But the World Computer where the leaders can talk it out will eventually just the thought of war costs avoided a sensible way!

That Computer gets together where tempers and fears meet has an effect no other way found.

Letís say our country has invaded a bit of Mexico, soldiers are sent to Stop it! Many soldiers on each side are killed. With a World Computer, the leaders see each other and tempers fly but an agreement is reached in which both sides are glad to reach an agreement without a big costly war where their finest young men are killed.

Surely the All Rightness of war would fade as they look one another in the eye and actually want to avoid war.

Thereís something about these leaders fussing on Computer, and the deep inside hating of stupid war that the relief of Computer anger where a better solution is reached.

We need that World peace table in our living room.

"Why havenít leaders talked out differences before to avoid war!" you ask. Travel is something somehow above them. Fight it out!

"Computers might make them madder," you say.

"Everybody talking at once!"

No. Itís the together seeing and talking.

It isnít natural to want to kill a sensible leader youíre talking to, on computer though it be.

Oh, I know it will take time. But seeing and talking with the enemy who is King of England somehow doesnít bring on a War where thousands of young men are killed over an issue.

My heart deep down says this new device where togetherness without being together is good. In years, even centuries ahead, it will make friends out of the togetherness. The want to kill is in situations where the enemy is visualized as a person whoís views differ and will not be tolerated. War the solution.

I have for a long, long time thought that if our soldiers could have lunched with the enemy they killed, they would have liked him alot.

Thatís what our World Computer will do. Computers of the world can accomplish so much!

That wonderful artist in France put his work on the Computer so we all can see it!

That marvelous musician, letís all get to enjoy his music!

Starting at birth, 1908, I like to review back from going to town by wagon, then that first Ford papa got of which the family was so proud, to the long march of time of accomplishments and alas death of all the John Spohn family but me, there have been most helpful inventions in most every field from washing machines, to automobiles, to dress, to of course TV. On and on! Life has been a fabulous adventure.

So now the computer with its road of progress where little on earth to be seen will be left out.

No stop to the March of Time. Will we all in centuries to come live to be a hundred? Will the World Microphone do it?

I now 95 (May), have the deep wish to be useful till my time is up, and no longer.

What I enjoy so much is the column where maybe the reader will get a lift, something to think about that wings off troubles.

Itís my urgent prayer.

 

May 8, 2003

What do you like most about life?

I like the total control over what I think and do. I can sit all day and listen to TV and press a button and be in perfect silence.

Itís a great asset to be in perfect control of pout thinking. Donít ever forget it.

Itís such fun to be a happy person by choice. And remember God is a Spirit we His likeness spiritual (Science & Health by Mary Baker Eddy).

Old?

Oh, fiddle! Quit counting the years, life eternal.

Letís all celebrate our Day of Birth, today!

Iím so excited about my party so carefully planned by Alice Kay and Cheley.

Donít you feel privileged that God picked you along with so many others to represent Him on this big old earth? I surely do.

So here we are celebrating that Day of Birth into a life of joy and growing till we reach that grown-up time of life.

Something to celebrate in itself!

Alice Kay contacted Cheley and they certainly did work out every detail to perfection including having Ray Cummins come and play the organ and sing.

What a treat THAT was. It made the party a Perfect Affair and so many were there!

Letís all find a way to thank God for our life unending, earth life just the start.

Thatís the important part of this day of days.

The three biggest events in life are birth, life, and for me Iíll say this 95th day of days because actually Iím celebrating in my heart feeling.....Oh, no more than 55!

So thank you party arrangers for this Day of all Days where Iíve decided to quit counting years!

What better way to celebrate!!!! 50 and holding!

 

May 1, 2003

My Song of Many Loves is a book written by me and published in 1983. On page 17, there is a poem titled My Friends Are A Song. Here is the poem which was written with my Beaver friends in mind.
 

For counsel drawn from the well of knowing

From days of woe what pays and what doesnít.

Ah, friend like the sun shining gold on wheat!

Like cool springs of water splashing oíer stones.

My hillside of flowers peppíry with sage,

My quiet river, friend ever the same,

O great snow-capped old friends joyous to view!

My symphony sublime that soothes the soul

With comforting release come violent storms

Of grief that tear the heart out by the root.

Friends are a glowing fire that warms and warms

When youíre sad, when youíre cold and alone:

A peace that settles in with gentle warmth

Till brings the tingling joy that life is good.

O friends are the faultless part of yourself,

All the favorite things youíd like to be.

Our friends are Godís very special gift,

Our cup that is always running over.

 

April 24, 2003

Iíve always loved cows. Ever since I was small and watched daddy milk that milk bucket full.

Cows are gentle creatures! Some time ago when I walked to town (car getting new air conditioning) I got to the north turn in the road and to the left was the whole herd of black Angus cattle rented as their present home.

The big bull eyed me respectively and with warning that I was not to do anything threatening. He was guard over his herd and all who meant harm beware.

On my right was my property fence line which I considered a sure defense. But I moved right by assuring him I was merely passing by. It did thunder, however, and I hoped he didnít think I caused it. But evidently he was quite unperturbed with clouds, thunder, and showers.

So on I went to the gate by the water tower. No one was there and my being to tired to walk more I stopped at Oswaldís and Cindy said, "Iíll take you! My truck right here so hop in!"

"Bless you, my dear! I do feel Iíve walked my limit."

At Senior Citizenís Wednesday feast they said they called the sheriff to check on me.

Iíve never had a more looked after feeling which is so wonderful!

I do take all sensible precautions with my high fence and locked gates. I think Iíll just give Bill Cassingham a key. Old, who knows how long before my agile, healthy body says, "I quit."

It would be so embarrassing to be found "smelly dead."

But back to the cows. What in the world would we do without cows?

Some countries count on goats, other on camels. One way or another, man has been provided the nourishment of milk.

See how loving our Creator? Milk is a food for oneís whole life, even the only food at times for the very old.

When you think of the love behind this you canít help but care with deep reverence and thanks.

I think so often of our advice, "Except ye become as little children..." it seems to strike harder when youíre on the last end of the century. And its all because of countless demonstrations of a caring provider.

Itís funny. When I started this column I determined I would leave out religion but the maker I listened to the from the beginning is there regardless.

Back to cows, did you know itís hard to learn to milk? I wanted to but I never could. Thereís a trick. You have to squeeze and pull.

Now they have milking machines in dairies.

It takes a lot of milk to fill that store shelf and it has to be kept cold.

Grandma used to let it clabber so she could cook it and put it in a container to squeeze out the liquid to make cottage cheese which was a great treat.

My Bill not eating meat had the cheese daily and enjoyed it -as do I. Itís a good meat substitute for meat.

Itís interesting how we eat hamburgers and steaks but would never eat a dog or cat. Itís because we donít love cows that much (I told Bill).

Yet I love cows and see them as darlings. Have had calf pets so bouncy and cute. Not housebroken, yet I bet they could be. Itís just that they grow so fast, and in the house would be a bit to contend with.

Dad started out with a jersey cow, then later holsteins, and now the pasture feeds black Angus. One or two have a white face which is interesting. Iím glad it doesnít have that white on its side or behind.

Isnít it interesting how ALWAYS our many creations are with color, the colors are artistic!

What in nature not artistic?

How can we not revere the Creator?

We dwell in a beautiful world, loved, safe, and beauties awesomely numerous-from pretty cows, butterflies, birds, to trees, flowers, rainbows, sunshine, cooling showers, and nights for a good long rest with the blessed gift of a new day.

Can we ask for more?

I canít think of anything but that little airplane I can strap myself into and fly to town instead of walk!

 

April 17, 2003

The Holy Bible starts out, "In the beginning God created the Heavens and the earth...."

"In the beginning" to me is rousing. Didnít there have to be a before God?

"No," you say, "God started it all."

"But there has to be a before Him; is what human reasoning declares."

"No! He is the start."

We read "In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the water was without form and void and darkness was upon the face of the deep."

So there was darkness which to me is something which means out of the dark came God the Wisdom which speaks, "Let there be light." Then we read that God moved upon the face of the waters...so there were waters upon the earth, then light at the command of God. The sun which means earth going around and around; sun, moon, earth in the midst of space...is it space without end?

Iím trying to find a beginning so to me thatís it. Space without end which to me is Understandable. Thereís always been space without end.

"Where does space come from?" Iím asked. "In the beginning God."

I knelt down a s I always do when I donít know the answers. The universe according to Websterís dictionary - Universe: once combined into one whole, one system; the cosmos; finite in extent.

So thereís the Beginning to start us off. Just space. It does make a clear start. And in it all came Wisdom-God.

It reminds me of the Bibleís remark, "The wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, and easy to be entreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without hypocrisy." James 3:17.

Doesnít everything have a start?

To dictionary writers, it does. Space first; then Wisdom. To me, exciting to be a tiny speck part of such monumental creativity filling in the space.

Of all, from butterflies to snow-capped mountain, man to fill with joy and gratitude which means itís very natural to worship God; filler of that emptiness.

 

April 10, 2003

I went to Beaverís store, The Gardens, to pay for some ordered top soil, and thought suddenly I was in a wonderful gift shop in Chicago. Everywhere I looked I saw a pretty thing and wandered through. I bought more special Christmas presents I could enjoy till Christmas.

Gina Downing owns and operates the store south of the Pizza Hut. And as a buyer of store products she is the tops. Ah, how lucky we are to have her! Her help is the lovely Waunita Cochran who is so helpful and friendly, not following, just there for us to ask when the need arises.

She has given Beaver the most big city store we have ever had. It is my hope that little towns around will make use of it rather than thinking Liberal or Oklahoma City is a must.

Iím so glad I had a helper stop there for top soil- the ground around the store, especially north are filled with beautiful unusual trees and plants which is our luck!

I got the bill and was slow about paying it so one day I saw the bill and said to my kitty cats, "I gotta go pay this bill! But Iíll be right back." Of course, they donít know what I say but putting on a coat tells them.

"How do you know?"

Because they settle down with a "ho hum" seemingly hating for me to leave.

Well, they had a right to! I was away for two hours! Just soaking in the joy that right here in Beaver was the best gift shop Iíd seen for years!

Yes, we have very fine stores. Not a one must go! Weíve lost Smithís Jewelry store which grieves me much! But surely they do deserve a rest! I never go to town but I stop and always find something I specially like and get to enjoy till a gift is needed.

Terryís wonderful store is so important! All the beautiful cards, picture frames, and cut glass along with farm tools and paint! We canít do without it making Beaver special.

Along with Otasco with all needs met along with furniture, appliance, tires, every need found but food! But thereís our great Downingís Market for that! Best all-around need possible in the food line. No way a better store could be found!

The our citified Otasco which has everything. Poohís place with clothes, perfumes, make-up and more. Our marvelous Flower Shops, Russell and Karenís and Kathyís-city flowers no better. For rich folks, weddings, funerals, and gifts for mom.

The Cactus Grill and Ned and Darleneís Cafe - once again ours with the best food you ever tasted. Itís homemade like that senior Citizenís Wednesday feast!

What does Beaver lack?

Nothing! Donít forget it!

My goodness, we even have a grand newspaper with great sports and local news coverage. As well as my old age tom write a column which keeps me out of our good nursing home for 95 years! Remember it all when Iím dead.

Beaver has several very special churches, all filled Sundays! A remarkable good record, donít forget. Grade School and High School combined with coaches whose teams win. Special is the word for Beaver! A post office with staff who care in every helpful way!

Our courthouse filled with with staff members including thoughtful law enforcement officers! Law and order carried on in a top way!

We even have special undertaking care.

Plenty of gas stations devoted to being a help.

Even though Iíve gone much of my life widowed, I couldnít get home quickly enough. Beaver is the first step taken on the way to heaven! And never forget it!

Itís one big truth Iíve learned in old age! Our competent law firms, like Trippet & Kee and Drum & Venable. Our hospital and clinic filled with doctors and nurses of which we are proud of and grateful for.

See the specialness of our place to live!

 

April 3, 2003

"God is Love -- more we cannot ask -- higher we must go." It does sound nice, but with this Love never absent, why is loving-ness so remote amid strife, wars, unending sickness? A little good amazing in the life of Christians.

I had a recent experience that answered it. Outdoors to fill my Johnny Boy dogís water dish, I turned to come in and slipped on the small floor rise under the door and fell as hard as a brick off a wall!

Stretched face down, I turned over and said "This is the beginning of the end." I felt a broken body as well as head in which I might not even be able to think clearly.

I cried out, "Why? Why? Lying dead, no one knowing it! My goodness! Oh God, Why! Why!"

I remembered a Sunday where I seemed snowed in, but knew the church would need as many as could get out in such weather. And I said aloud I was going to prove to God I loved Him.

Time and again I do something to prove to God I love Him!

But here I was too miserable to move! "Why? Why?"

I heard the voice of God clearly. "Try to get up so I can prove I love you." God asking I had to try!

Groaning I made the effort and suddenly stood up with the greatest of ease.

"Iím up! Iím free! I donít hurt!"

I had never had such a God helped experience!

"Oh God, God, God! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Of course the Creator of the universe and all thatís in it is aware of what He has created!

He loved me! He put me on my feet free, unhurt!

I was so excited the cats and dog stood around in awe!

"This is a miracle!" I told them. Remembering my thinking this was my start of death, I realized I was still Godís helper, still needed!

We need to think of ourselves as here to fill a need, doing what to us is our job to do.

It makes so much difference in our thinking when we feel God-sent and His to direct to do His will, the earth run with each in his place at his job. Thereís an inner quiet such as a secretary doing as told, a job well done the goal.

God-sent, Itís an excitement just to know He needs us or He wouldnít have created us.

We each with our place and job, the thought right away made me want to listen harder.

Today, what? Not hurt, I can do it!

From childhood aware of my liking to write, finally the perfect job, my listening to bring out helpful ideas...

So this tumble, God to the rescue, what better blessing to share!

I could NOT get up, hard as I tried, till God said He wanted to prove His love for me!

Letís remember when something special happens or we are rescued thatís what it is!

God proving He loves us!

Sad, old, alone -- feeling deserted, donít forget -- God loves us!

"No proof..."

Proving it to me, He will prove it to you, for the Father Divine we can be sure is not partial.

"God is Love -- more we cannot ask -- higher we cannot go." (Science and Health page 6, line 17)

Proved clearly!

 

March 20, 2003

"God is Love -- more we cannot ask -- higher we must go." It does sound nice, but with this Love never absent, why is loving-ness so remote amid strife, wars, unending sickness? A little good amazing in the life of Christians.

I had a recent experience that answered it. Outdoors to fill my Johnny Boy dogís water dish, I turned to come in and slipped on the small floor rise under the door and fell a hard as a brick off a wall!

Stretched face down, I turned over and said "This is the beginning of the end." I felt a broken body as well as head in which I might not even be able to think clearly.

I cried out, "Why! Why! Lying dead, no one knowing it.! My goodness! Oh God, Why! Why!"

I remembered a Sunday where I seemed snowed in, but knew the church would need as many as could get out in such weather. And I said aloud I was going to prove to God I loved Him.

Time and again I do something to prove to God I love Him!

But here I was too miserable to move! "Why? Why?"

I heard the voice of God clearly. "Try to get up so I can prove I love you." God asking I had to try!

Groaning I made the effort and suddenly stood up with the greatest of ease.

"Iím up! Iím free! I donít hurt!"

I had never had such a God helped experience!

"Oh God, God, God! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Of course the Creator of the universe and all thatís in it is aware of what He has created!

He loved me! He put me on my feet free, unhurt!

I was so excited the cats and dog stood around in awe!

"This is a miracle!" I told them. Remembering my thinking this was my start of death, I realized I was still Godís helper, still needed!

We need to think of ourselves as here tofill a need, doing what to us is our job to do.

It makes so much difference in our thinking when we feel God-sent and His to direct to do His will, the earth run with each in his place at his job. Thereís an inner quiet such as a secretary doing as told, a job well done the goal.

God-sent, Itís an excitement just to know He needs us or He wouldnít have created us.

We each with our place and job, the thought rightaway made me want to listen harder.

Today, what? Not hurt, I can do it!

From childhood aware of my liking to write, finally the perfect job, my listening to bring out helpful ideas...

So this tumble, God to the rescue, what better blessing to share!

I could NOT get up, hard as I tried, till God said He wanted to prove His love for me!

Letís remember when something special happens or we are rescued thatís what it is!

God proving He loves us!

Sad, old, alone -- feeling deserted, donít forget -- God loves us!

 

March 13, 2003

Snow still on, a slight breeze (I can tell from the windmillís turning) and the outdoor thermometer is on zero.

The extreme cold we can know is actually painful to all outdoor life. People who earn their living in outside work who canít be excused in such cold. Police who do at least have their heated cars likely will not have too many in the cold jobs we pray. And prayers that men in outside important work are excused till the sun comes out in full glow. Zero is dangerous.

Any life, man or beast could freeze to death in a short time.

Why, why does our merciful God who rules all allow it?

Weather runs by circumstances. The sun is our source of heat in summer.

In winter air off ice and currents of cold air flowing in from the north. The state of the atmosphere due to the sun which can bring a hot day in July, a cold day in January.

In other words beyond any control of ours except in gadgets to keep us warm in our homes when itís cold.

Then thanks to human intelligence, cool in summer-true now but not even dreamed was nothing at all but pretty furs we could have fun. That was it!

We had to adjust with clothes. Mama did the sewing by hand for me and my two brothers for the adjusting. We couldnít play outdoors in the hot sun.

It was sometimes a need for men in the corn fields and gardens. My Uncle George pulled broom corn in the heat and had "heat stroke" and died. With of course others if they worked all day with farm food growing. Early rising and a break through the heat till evenings till dark.

We were happy and at peace for we didnít even dream of some cooling system.

From the start life has been hard till this century when slowly man has invented every imaginable human need from how to keep cool in summer to warm in winter.

Here I sit all cozy warm looking out at my thermometer at zero!

Oh, the joy of it! As well as so much more like cars instead of wagons, then buggies our horse Ginger trotted on Sunday to Bluegrass Church.

Itís a big joy to have come through so many changes for the good.

And isnít that something to brag about! Human nature is here on progress making things better all the time.

Now itís microwaves.

What must never change is the divine Creatorís command that we love one another as He loves us.

I have a deep feeling it wonít.

The trail of improving life is built on love.

Beaver people are naturally helpful and I do not know a better quality.

What is more precious than simple kindness to call into action at the first sign of a need?

Beaver is a place where calmness is seldom broken. I love it. Itís where living is truly at its best.

The majority are church goers with their choice of church to go to. It gives us that weekly lift which is the basis of the claim.

Go into any store and thereís a friend anxious to please you with a purchase youíre happy with.

A top Tuesday newspaper to keep us posted on what we should and want to know.

And thereís that Wednesday dinner at the Senior Citizens Center which is just $5 and lots of food especially delicious.

Here is where we see the congeniality that makes us seem like one big family! There is also the Pizza Hut, the big-town-like Ned and Darleneís Restaurant, besides the Cactus Grill (Motel Cafe) where one dines in contentment.

Friendship rules in every store and cafe!

Our town is rather like a great big family with family like friendship.

Our Sheriff and officers of the police are like concerned caretakers, helpful and caring, especially when thereís a big ballgame crowd.

Iíve lived in Iowa, California, Arizona, Texas, and Georgia. And I say with no reservations that Beaverís BEST!

Even before my hubby died, I talked him into coming here and he was all set for us to move here. And he would have fit in perfectly with the family-like living.

You ask, "Just what do you mean, family-like?"

"Yes! Families fuss!"

"But there is that bond in which Love is the foundation. When a member is sick or in trouble the heart aches for the one and helps in any way possible.

"In the Bible, we read Psalms 133: "Behold, how good and pleasant it is for brothers to dwell together in unity!"

My hubby, Bill brought me home once and we decided when we retired from Georgia Tech, we would come home. That was in 1973, and you would have liked him a lot; he died before we got to come.

Take it from me: I have lived in many places and state that "Beaver is the Best."

 

February 27, 2003

Snow! Snow! Canít you hear the dried prairie grass rejoice! Along with the pine and cedar needles, along with farmers who have sown wheat!

The Sun is even bright in its wish to cooperate with farmers, alas some moisture!

My dog ate the snow, soon not liking the coldness.

The beauty is what pleases me, those white streaks in the pines like at Christmas time with its cotton snow!

In summer clean rain then in winter melted by sun snow gives needed moisture at all times.

The Father Creator, how He loves His children and meets their needs!

How in the world can we not believe in a Divine Creator Who has worked out every detail to every human need!

"Except ye become as little children-" is so true. How can we not!

Even the old, old, become as little children when we realize how well lifeís needs are worked out!

"All is infinite Mind and its infinite manifestation" is something that we need to know and accept totally and surely needed snow is a good reminder.

As a child I remember we had stoves and coal piles in the back yard which did get covered when it snowed. Put in a coal bucket it soon melted when brought in, and usually laid out on an old newspaper till the moisture melted. It just had to be before put in the stove or the fire would go out.

All so well remembered where we lived down by Clearlake, the coal hauled in the wagon from Laverne.

Days of old werenít easy.

But in future these days will be remembered as not easy, I would guess, new inventions not even imagined.

Time does indeed March On along with the road of betterment, which is some thing to be proud of which I see from my 95 years of life on earth. How glad I am my mom and pop decided to try for a girl.

Prayers answered, maybe thatís why I feel so happy with God to turn to.

In summer heat I think I like winter best and now in winter I think I like summer best with its Air Conditioning.

Florida is the place to live, Iím told.

But never could I leave dear old Beaver with everybody a special friend!

Furnace and air conditioning take care of this snow!

Even my brother Hugh who lived in Florida when his wife died where they were in Boston, came back to Beaver and decided it was Best! Even bought a house and found with me that where we were born is Best.

There is something so special here, not only the people but the stores where the owners do all they can to please.

I surely am blessed! So well and still writing.

My necessarily active mind is such a blessing!

Itís a joy to realize the human mind stays sharp with use!

Donít forget it!

It could be help for good health!

Thoughts stay.

February 20, 2003

Seven of us Senior Citizens women were honored at a pretty Valentine table Wednesday by its Director, Louise Mulanax, her helpers, Sharyn Hester, Mistina Mulanax and Susan Rimple. The honored had to be over 90 years old. This included Olive Jenkins, Velma Goetzinger, Ilda Couch, Fannie Judy, Alice Newton, Florence Gleason, and Betha Anz.

Those who helped Louise were all very busy seeing that we were pleased which certainly we were! Gee! It brought back youth days!

"Now, child, we canít invite everybody! Remember the ones we have to leave out on your big day?

Surely we oldies did love being special. I think it was a first, for I donít remember another like it.

That doesnít mean our dear ones in charge havenít had them.

Old age is awful when it comes to memory.

I keep wondering why!

I still see well, hear well, walk well, and think OK.

And far back I remember well.

Itís just forgetfulness like, "Where did I leave the keys? What did I do with my watch? Who was it that called last night?"

Oh, yes, Betty Rhodes in Georgia.

The one thing I like is that I honestly feel ready to die anytime.

Iím sure with my daily Bible reading that there is a Heaven even if we do our best - even though not too good. To me, God knows our every thought and in my case well understands old age fumbles.

I couldnít love Him more for His understanding which I do feel.

Iím a naturally happy person in spite of disasters since Mom died when I was eight.

Maybe the extra striving is why, along with my love for God.

So back to the Senior Citizens party, O happy happy day!

THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!

This is the place where I realized one couldnít live in a more loving place.

Oh, how thankful I am I got that hunch to come home!

"No Place Like Home is one of those 2+2=4 things.

 

 

February 6, 2003

In all of my soon to be 95 years of life (birthday May 5), what have I hated most?

WAR! I was a child during World War I and thought we all were sinners. How could we send our boys in the teens to go kill the boys in Europe that age! The winners the ones who killed most!

My father would have gone too except he was Beaverís County Attorney.

This would have happened if the young men would have refused to go.

But others of my friends went as people in charge.

It was awful to be a boy! I wished theyíd been a cat loved and at home. Or a dog!

"Dogs fight!" said my year-older brother Hugh. Ainít that so, Jean!"

"Yes. Only worse. With guns, dead."

Actually all my life I didnít get over the horror of WAR!

It simply doesnít make sense! They still work things out at the Peace Table, which could have been done first.

To me, old, it the only thing that makes sense!

You ask, "How else would you keep a country from stealing land?

"Go to court! Jail instead of WAR!"

"Good idea. Maybe eventually itís what theyíll do!!"

"If I were President they would!"

"Grown, you could."

"Iím supposed to practice piano lessons!"

"Now, grown you write. Which you like best?í

"No one better than the other."

"Both done each day."

You say, "What would you do when, like England, they just came over and settled the land? I guess to them it was a nice continent that looked like it would make a good nation. So settled, all a bunch of states, they called it the United States and added on "OF AMERICA" since the name was America.

"Who called it all that?í

The dictionary says, "In England spoken, is the United States of America,"

So England did it.

War the evil. Arenít we far along in goodness to claim War is killing people as often as are

"Not if they started it. Or needed help!"

I pray there comes a day when men, with a woman President, there is a world conference where our young men killing each other must definitely BE STOPPED the "waked up" men or women Presidents have some sort of Peace Proclamation in which War is as forbidden as any murdering!

War is Murder. Who can deny it?

So why not our wonderful Nation be the Leader in declaring War is Sin-because it is the killing of one countryís fine young men shooting the other countryís fine men!

Somehow I have the feeling that there are some among the Marching Men who feel that way.

Oh, how awful it would be if they did!

So letís All fight War Fights!

I bet there has never been a soldier marching, any country, that we wouldnít have learned to like.

Soldiers arenít picked from our ruffians.

Old, not many years left, what could I love more than to know war between countries has stopped!

That peace table came first.

"Fighting for your Country is a real honor!" you say.

Yes, when itís required. I pray with my whole life for a day when itís Not Required Ever Again!

SURELY itís the desire of God the Creator of the Universe!

"Thou shalt not kill" is one of the ten commandments!

 

January 23, 2003

Evil makes mortal belief the truth while Christ in His seeing the Divine Creator of all things as spiritual, must have seen the material as a big lie.

Christ Jesus healed thousands seeing God Spirit and all His creation His likeness spiritual. And even we can rid ourselves of ills and discords by seeing the whole of creation God, Spiritís, likeness spiritual.

Itís on this foundation that Mary Baker Eddy founded Christ Science, of which Iím a member.

Itís fun and it works!

Itís to me whatís called "The truth that frees." Remember he said we shall know the truth and the truth shall set us free.

"Gee! Is there really such a thing?"

Iíve found it so. Getting up at 6 a.m. to study the Lessons, changed every week, a combination of Bible scriptures and the quotes from Science and Health with Key to the Scripture by Mary Baker Eddy I am so filled with the truth that frees that all mortal problems are gone to make room for this marvelous truth. GOD SPIRIT MAN HIS LIKENESS SPIRITUAL.

Long ago in Christís healings of the thousands, itís what He saw.

God Spirit man His likeness spiritual.

You ask, "What do you mean by spiritual?"

Christ made us over the power of thought, seeing and making others see that "God Spirit creation His likeness spiritual" took away the powerful belief in a material body.

"Fiddle! No way can this be done!" you say.

I do it. I admit it isnít easy. But the Lessons I read do it daily. I find it true that with "God Spirit, creation His likeness spiritual" (Christ so completely proved healing thousands) our totally convinced belief it a truth that isnít denied.

My hubby didnít even believe there was a God. He said too many people suffer and die for their to be a loving God. He moaned when I said I was a Christian Scientist. He said his mother had been and wouldnít have died if she had allowed him to call a doctor.

But in spite of it all he loved me mightily and we had a very happy life.

We just stayed off the subject of religion. And there was not a near church, since we lived in the country.

Every other way we just enjoyed life together immensely.

I used to drive to Liberal, Kansas every Sunday to the Christian Science church there, until the congregation played out all together.

It is unexplainable to me, since here I am on the road to being 95 and am as healthy and happy as if I were---I just donít feel old!

I guess itís because the spiritual self is ageless.

I do celebrate birthdays because Iím celebrating my Day of Birth. And Oh, how wonderful it is to be a part of this old world. So many loved ones and friends. And, my goodness! I get to write columns which is what I like so much! As a little girl I always wanted to write. In school teachers were always telling me I should study to be a writer. Mom a music graduate THAT was what I should be!

Well, itís fun being both! Not a day passes that I donít sit down and play a tune.

Oh, how grand life is!

Never, never forget this. Keeping active is very important when you get old. Think of something you enjoy doing and do it!

It keeps your mind off bad health.

I have pets that keep me loving. Dickie comes often to be petted and if I think heís hungry and set down food, no, he wants to be petted.

Tammie cat, big and beautiful gray, seems to be careful not to bother me till I get up from my work. THEN, time for some attention!

Black kitten Martha first bothered but the other cats soon taught her to stay away when Iím writing.

Johnny dog prefers to be outside but is excited when I come!

Pets are very special gifts from our Creator!

Just what we need!

I canít think of one thing missing in life!

Whatever the circumstances, our Loving God sees to it that we are happy!

 

January 16, 2003

"Winged With Love We Reach Our Destination" was in my God Calling book and right away I thought it was one of the most powerful statements we could hang on to.

Good to stop and ask ones self, "Is the job being done because one feels a sense of love for the person?"

Thereís a difference which often makes a difference.

We canít love everybody but even with a stranger who, say, asks if you could lead him to a place he just couldnít find.

Told of God (in the Bible to love one another) we want to help the one in trouble, never having seen him before there is a wee difference.

Then we remember "with wings of Love we reach our destination" and do feel the God presence.

Thatís what I like about that statement.

Somehow our Father God is suddenly in charge so we do it without fear.

This takes me back to the old days on a farm as a child. Somehow in the country near Laverne, miles by horse and buggy to neighbors, when some stranger came along to go all out to help him was a delight with not a dream of fear. It was too good to see somebody!

I think in this even new century the TV has a world of influence over us and why not, with most of the newscasters picking the Bad News.

Oh, what a relief and joy it would be if, as long ago, it was the good news predominately, likely because it was more local.

World wide news which the world should know about is dominant, likely because, say, it sounds like maybe our nation could be called on for help!

Yes, I do see the need. But Oh, do we need to know someone in a state far from us killed his children?

NO, I donít think so. Why spoil everybodyís day when we canít help?

Life is not easy Iím sure we all agree, so why make it harder with a dreadful event?

"Winged with Love we reach our destination" is such a sure statement.

I like to start the day with it.

Wouldnít it be great if everybody started out that direction?

It almost has the effect of a strong relaxing pill!

Long ago mama let the hem out of my dress as I grew and papa resoled our shoes. We carried our lunch buckets and I remember well at lunch time we sat in our seats desks and ate along with the teacher.

"Gee! Where did you get that apple?"

"Papa planted the tree years back and here it is!"

Everybody wanted a bite.

In the summer we all took our buckets and gathered the ripe plums from the bush growing wild in the draw.

We kids had never heard of bananas. When they first came to Beaver, Oh, what a treat!

Those days were just as happy as these days.

In fact I think it was more fun to go in horse and buggy than car. I did love our horse Ginger and sometimes got to drive him when I was sitting on papaís lap. Iíd click the lines and away weíd go!

"Not so fast!" papa scolded.

So slowing down brought a sigh to all.

My two brothers, Jean and Hugh scoffed in their usual way.

I think getting a daughter after two boys was the problem.

So back to "Winged With Love We Reach Our Destination" you can see that todayís memories are reached with delight.

TV can picture it all. But nothing beats living it!

The ruggedness then made me so strong and free of ills now. So donít forget this. Also having everything a child could possibly want is not good because it was such a huge joy when I got a doll, the boys got a ball and bat, for birthday or Christmas.

Thereís a joy unmatched for a child to have something wished for until birthday or Christmas.

All these dreams coming true right away are more exciting when the child has a strong wishing experience.

Donít forget itís "On the wings of love that we reach our destination."

From childhood when being a sincerely loving person we do reach those important destinations.

If not, are we winged with Love enough to know GOD knows best?

That winged with Love is very important!

We find in the long run.

 

January 9, 2003

To get rid of all the grumblings of old age problems I like to live back as a child of Adam and Eve.

Day and night was the full extent of any Time divisions.

If someone from another planet had flown in and asked, "How old are you?" Iíd have had no answer at all, and I like that as well as imagining life without any of todayís problems such as housework, clothes to keep in shape, and clean hair to look after.

I like all of that as well as no answer to any of todayís problems to be concerned about.

Seeing back to where there were none of todayís problems is great. Fruit from the trees (that apple of Eveís) and cool spring water from the creek. No house nor clothes to bother with.

We would not even imagine any of todayís doings and accomplishments.

Just total enjoyment without even ills nor discords is what I see in that beautiful Garden of Eden.

It seems certain to me that our divine Creator would make the start of earth life beautiful, peaceful, and all needs met for His Adam and Eve, in the Beginning...

Of course the writer of these words, "In the Beginning," I would guess would be a keen listener to the Infinite Divine Mind (God) Who created it all. (I listen and do get thoughts which I think of as from God since I do ask Him to tell me what to say.)

Back in the Garden of Eden letís find a grassy spot as a bed for a good nightís sleep. No wind, cold, nor hotness where today we like air-conditioning. (That Garden of Eden to me was perfect in all ways!)

"What about other worlds that have been discovered today as having signs of there was once life?"

That can be your imagining. I am seeing our worldís start. And for some reason to me the Adam and Eve start was very God loving in His good fruits and other blessings. There had to be an "In the Beginning" and this was the writerís conception I imagine he prayed much about.

Iím glad I live today to have Bible truths to rely on.

I just like to roam now and then in that what to me was the Perfect Garden supplied for the Creatorís first humans His likeness.

There is such a calm there from the trillions of people today who are generally filled with problems for which to find answers, such as "How am I going to find a way to keep Johnny in college? Why canít I ever get over this cold? Where in heaven are my glasses?"

Go back to the calm of the Garden of Eden?

I find a calm no other way found, somehow.

We have no Garden of Eden here. But we do have good, loving friends galore! So with imagining the Garden who canít be happy?

Thatís the reason I thought of explaining my way of finding a real, pleasing peace, that Garden!

Progress has ruled from the beginning. Churches, schools, stores to supply all needs. Today is full to the brim with all our needs met.

I walked to school carrying a lunch bucket.

The old, sick, and distraught with little funds can get good help from the government which certainly didnít used to be. Neighbors helped neighbors and all foods were raised for the family, along with a cow to give milk and chickens to lay eggs.

So Progress is a very wonderful part of life!

Itís the reason we can relax and wander back to that first Garden of Eden and feel the divine Fatherís Love from the Beginning!

So keep that glorious, uncluttered, beautiful, peaceful start of civilization our place to find rest and KNOW our Divine Creatorís loves us from such an In the Beginning abiding place!

In thought we still can go there for that wonderful peace "that passeth understanding!"

Iíll be seeing you there, in my search for peace!

In that beautiful Garden more beautiful than words can describe!

Beauty unequalled.

 

January 2, 2003

I had a dream one night that I was in heaven walking down a street at dusk and simply did not know where I was.

All I could do was to keep walking on what seemed like a street but had no homes, just trees. Although the trees did give me a closed in feeling. Nothing to do-just keep walking!

Suddenly I saw a man seated on a rock. Coming closer I asked, "Could you tell me where I am?"

"Youíre in Heaven," he said.

"Oh, my! This isnít what I expected, all dark."

"Youíre at what they call the entrance. You have to keep going."

I stepped onward then turned and asked, "Why are you stopped?"

"I wanted to be alone a while. I liked it on earth. Sorta hate to leave. I had many loved ones."

"I have a lot of loved ones in Heaven Iím anxious to see. Hubby, most of my family. As good as they were surely they will be here, wonít they?"

"Oh, yes. Actually, I think even the bad folks are off in a place where they are made to reform under the disciplining of the Christ.

"Well! Thatís like God the only Good," I said. It must be a very hard job, however. I thought of the woman who killed all of her children.

How would God handle such a thing I wondered?

It was a relief to know God was handling the punishment. It would be what was best, I thought with relief.

Suddenly I woke up. I thought, GOOD! I wonít worry about her getting what God thinks is coming to her. It will be what it takes.

It was kinda nice to still be here.

The dream was so real.

The one thing I want above all else is to not get so old I canít take care of myself.

The greatest help now is to keep busy, all sorts of projects, and in being as helpful as possible.

Thatís what I like about Beaver. Weíre all a band of helpfulness.

We know each other well! Good points and bad, such as in families.

Yet we all know nobody is perfect.

"Oh, well. Sheíll get over it."

So alone as I may seem here in the country donít worry. My old cat teaches the others not to bother me when Iím at my desk very involved in stuff. Cats are thoughtful creatures, I find. So as alone as I may seem in the country, donít worry.

My dog Candy amuses herself with her bone, stick, and just anything that catches her eye to be active. When I stop she flies forth for attention.

They are amazing in their patience. Never do they come to my desk.

Back to being a night dreamer myself, I wonder....Why do we dream?

Once time I dreamed I was in a boat to visit the Queen of England! I found her kind but occupied.

Once I dreamed there was knock at the door and a man told me my brother had died.

Was I glad when I called and he answered glibly saying he was as hale and hearty as ever!

Thank goodness! Although not very long afterwards his daughter called and said he had died.

Then there are premonitions.

Although Hugh once declared he was going to live to be 100.

It all makes me decide oldness is nothing-thought, when life eternal.

Letís call it so.

Letís call nothing old about humans who live forever!

Old pertains to how long the earth has been whirling.

Our foreverness has just started!

 

December 26, 2002

Starting every day with Bible study is like turning on the light in which I see daily the Truth that Frees. Spirit the real only all there is, since weíre made to be Godís likeness and Christ called Him "Spirit".

So lessons are geared in this direction the light slowly comes on so that when I finish Iím ready for whatever the day brings.

Try it. Get that light turned on. You donít have to be Methodist, Catholic, Presbyterian---no special church. Just get the light of Spirit, God, turned on.

"I canít understand."

It means you are not just a mortal here on earth struggling through the years to be of some use.

It means with our Creator Spirit, we His likeness, canít be aught but spiritual which means death is nothing but losing of the mortal body which was necessary from the standpoint of recreation. If we didnít have a body we couldnít create little baby bodies. It takes man and woman and a deep devotion and desire to raise a family.

Thatís how human nature survives.

Itís just nice to know that the real eternal you is the spiritual self.

"Then two youís?"

To me, my answer is that we are Spiritís likeness spiritual and our body we feed and bathe as it grows from baby to adult who can bring forth children is held spiritual to get the needs whatever they are from this "God is a Spirit." (John 4:24 )

Itís a matter of keeping out all material fears and doubts.

Thought rules. And itís so important to avoid being afraid the baby who is so dear to you might get sick and die.

Seeing the spiritual eternal self has so much power to wipe out fear.

Itís as though you immediately feel with God Spirit we His likeness spiritual, eternal, that bad is a darned lie and Christ proved it healing thousands.

Hang tight to the power of thought! Let it rule. It has more power than itís ever given credit for.

It has been believed that God, Spirit as Christ called Him, has more reality. Especially when we keep the spiritual you.

See the baby as spiritual and you have turned the little one over to God. "God present evil canít be."

I bet the little one as well as yourself are happy and you fearless.

Itís fun to keep spiritual. Itís as though youíre in the safest place in the world.

Long ago I knew we had a brain that gave forth and received thoughts.

So it was a big help when in my daily study in the religious friend, that God is mind. Thought then a form of listening and sure enough it is for me.

Spirit helped because I couldnít see God as a Big Man up in the sky.

Spirit fills the whole of space so that God is never absent.

If all the people in the world saw God Spirit, all His likeness spiritual, wars would cease and life would be wonderful.

Can you imagine Christ as a soldier?

Of course not.

YES! There are brave and wonderful men who fight for their country and win great honors!

But think of the family who lost a precious son in war!

Itís good to know his spiritual, eternal self lives on with the eternal God, Spirit never absent!

 

December 19, 2002

What excites me about Christmas is celebrating Christís Birthday!

I love birthdays. Itís always a chance to show the person we care, and are so grateful for that day God the Creator said, let there be Virginia, Helen, Bill.

Now itís Christís birthday!

Who has done more or means more to us than Him!

I say, "Please, Jesus, help me! My tumtum aches."

And sure enough, when I lie down and expect help, I get it!

When Iím ready to write a column and ask for the Christís help, I feel led to certain ideas and am pleased because the good ideas I want come, especially when I want an ending that grabs.

I get the needed flash and in gratitude kneel down and say, "Thank you, Jesus."

So here now is His birthday to celebrate. I am very ready to do it giving gifts to others in His name.

Itís such fun!

All year I have been shopping which is such a help. I see something I would like very much so I get it for Mary and enjoy it till Christmas!

That way you arenít worn to a frazzle shopping in December for a big pile of gifts.

Wrapping and mailing or placing under the tree is a big enough of a job!

So I love Christmas because Iím not in a rush but celebrating!

Wouldnít it have been great to be here when Christ walked on water, raised the dead!

You say you just canít imagine it. "How do we know it really happened? Why just centuries ago when thereís no proof?"

Proof? Where did your eyes, ears, mind come from? Where did the universe full of everything come from?

There has to be a Power so beyond us we canít but know there is an intelligence, a power beyond which we call God.

Canít you believe the Creator of man could take over His creation if we let Him as Christ Jesus did, teaching Him to do as He, raise the dead, restore this sore eye?

I would guess God found Jesus wise enough, willing enough to be about the Creatorís business of healing us! He listened, did as told, saw the Truth as he said, "God is a Spirit and they the worship Him must worship Him in spirit and in truth." (John 4:24)

It was the truth that freed so he used it seeing Spirit the real thus no mortal belief lies possible.

See? Itís the Birthday of this marvelous person!

I want to jump up and down with joy.

No, he doesnít want a special watch but Jerry might!

Not a cake with candles, but that good fruitcake my niece in Idaho makes.

Oh, itís Christmas! Make it the biggest day of the year!

Fill it with presents to friends and loved ones in appreciation of our special Friend, the Christ.

Make it a day when EVERYBODY feels loved.

This is what makes Christís birthday a happy one.

He said so!

"Sounds like you are hearing things."

In case you donít know it, some things you hear with your heartís good ears!

 

December 12, 2002

Mom had a way of calming down a member of the family who got mad about something.

She would lift her head and say, "Oh, look! The water got so hot in the teakettle the lid blew off!"

She would prance around and it always made us laugh.

Soon who was mad got over the annoyance and the calm of a happy family returned.

With two young brothers, Jean, 11, and Hugh, 9, a year and one day older than me, 8, and it was a happy time for all!

Then mama got sick and daddy riding back and forth every day to his law office sent for his sister Margaret who was a nurse to do all she could for his adored wife Dee.

The change was hard to get used to.

"Quiet! Go outdoors to play!"

With mama getting worse her sister Fannie in Iowa came.

One day mama asked her sister, "If I donít get well, will you take Alice? John will have his hands full enough with the two boys."

Her sister gave her her promise.

Deeís brother Vinton Clark in Utah was sent for.

He pronounced the problem spinal meningitis and said he had never known anyone to overcome it. He said, "I canít save her."

A few nights later papa called Dr. Long to come out and after a time she asked to see her children one at a time. When I went forth she sent for me and by her, she said, "Bessie Alice, be a good girl. Mind your papa. And grow up trying always to do whatís right."

I could hear Jean sobbing loudly outside.

I had no idea what was going on.

"Promise?" she asked.

I nodded and then leaving, she gave a moan and died, papa breaking into sobs and calling loudly, "No, Deedee! No! No! I canít bear it!"

I ran off and hid.

Aunt Margaret took me in her arms and the doctor said he would go to town and let people know.

Soon the yard was full of buggies and people came sobbing. "Poor little motherless children!"

This went on for three days. Then the long wagon with team carried the casket and the procession began slowly and didnít end until the cemetery was reached and drove to the open grave.

I remember clearly her being lowered into the deep grave with men pitching dirt till she was covered.

It was then that I realized what it was all about and cried in fury!

"No, no, no, no!" I would never see her again!

I really had something to cry about!

Beaver was so good to us. Every day they brought food. Papa himself at home, too torn to go to his law office.

Deeís sister, Fannie Watson, told my father if he found it too hard to take care of the two boys and a girl too, she would take the girl, saying, that Dee suggested it.

It was two years later that my father took me to Iowa to be brought up by Aunt Fannie who had three boys and was so pleased to add a girl to the family!

To be sure I was a job. I remember one night I sobbed and sobbed. My aunt came and asked what was the matter?

"I want my daddy! I want my daddy!"

"Then, maybe you better go home."

In a month my father came for me. He had been able to talk his own parents, old though they were, to come live with us, Grandpa and Grandma Spohn. Their son, George and wife May, came too.

All went well till ( a year apart) both Grandpa and Uncle George died and blamed it onto their having come. George got dust pneumonia pulling broomcorn and grandpa just did too much over working in his old age.

When a freshman I got a boyfriend, Hale Loofbourrow, and in time my father thought I should go back to Iowa and learn to be a musician like my mother.

So there I stayed till college, went to Iowa U. to study writing, as my English teacher suggested. So there I met my wonderful William Newton and finally married during the

 

December 5, 2002

I canít remember a happier Thanksgiving than this yearís at Cheley and Bud McAlisterís!

They had a joyous crowd and marvelous food, turkey with all the trimmings.

I head my list with being wanted as a part of such a joyous crowd.

Both Cheley and Bud are determined whatever they do it will be their very best!

Itís that likeness that Iím sure brought them together.

Thanksgiving is always a delight.

Thinking back to the first one, it was a day that made a good start for the people who had made the long voyage across the ocean and had so many struggles in getting settled.

"Letís stop and have a day just to rest, eat, and give thanks for all the blessings weíve had since coming."

"Weíve earned it certainly," to which they all agreed.

"Gee!" said one. "So much used up, what to be thankful for?"
"We have each other! Not a one of us missing! Weíre sturdy bunch, making it here all by ourselves!"

To that they all agreed.

This is the reason we still observe a day to be thankful for those few who thought this land was good and should be put to use.

Just think how distressing if no people had ever thought of coming here to found a nation, and how great it was those Pilgrims who wanted it to start on the basis of help from God the Creator for all things.

The plan was beautiful. A Nation good from the start.

What if it had turned into a land where other Nations sent their criminals?

At this time we could be Englishmen in England.

But NO. We are here because responsible people wanted to make use of this wonderful continent.

Oh, no wonder we give a day a year to be thankful!

It helps to stop and review facts. And imagine the courage it took those few people to bring their visions to realities.

All the nation stopped and I hope there never comes a time when they donít.

Who knows what will go on a hundred years from now?

Itís well to teach the little children the value of our Day of Thanks.

We find it natural to be proud of those few visionaries.

And letís donít stop being thankful for our great Nation. Its start made by the few who kept God in the plan.

Back to this yearís Thanksgiving, mine with Cheley and Bud who made it special with great food and really quite a crowd. The list included: Dean and Mary Alice Gregg, Chris and Sharilyn Purcell, Joe and Darlene Lansden, Bill Conner, all of Beaver, Mike Rodgers, Robin Currie and Ronnie Cates, Liberal, KS.

I so hope everyone in our Nation had a Happy Thanksgiving just being thankful to live in the United States of America.

Websterís Dictionary defines Thanksgiving "the last Thursday in November set apart each year for thanksgiving and praise to God for His mercies."

The mercifulness of our Creator of all things is surely something to be thankful for!

Itís a good time to stop and Thank Him. His mercifulness is proven in so much. Like, what if it never rained? What if the sun bringing night and day hadnít been worked out? What if man and woman didnít have such well equipped bodies? What if we couldnít talk? Or hear?

When you really stop and count blessings, we never find the end!

No wonder we need a whole day set aside for it!

 

November 28, 2002

I have a feeling there is no place under the sun that tries as hard as stores to please. Along with the Fall Festival!

Of course they have that Liberal competition. But what need? If our stores donít have it they get it for us!

They are just that kind and helpful.

In each store we find the keepers special friends.

"Ha! Ha! Big laugh! Why not, when it keeps us coming!"

Itís sorrowful but true that what we ourselves would do is what we think they will do!

"Judge not lest ye be judged" is one of the truest sayings.

Small towns like Beaver we all know each other and I have yet to find someone I donít like. Beaver makes you that kind of person. We try. In big cities we donít, I have found. Someone bump your car, who is he? A donít care person?

When stores have sales, itís a good time to buy gifts for birthdays to come, as well as Christmas. So here with our dear Smiths selling out, oh, what a chance to buy nice gifts for friends, both at Christmas and birthdays. I bought all mine and Rosie boxed and labeled them!

What I like about it so much is that being on sale I could get nicer gifts!

And the pile it was didnít even make a dent in the store.

Anxious to sell out and do a little traveling, why not take advantage of their urge? I couldnít believe the low prices.

It surely is a chance of a life time!

Maybe youíre like my husband. He used to go in some store in Atlanta on Christmas eve and tell the clerk, "I want something for my wife for Christmas. What would you suggest?"

At this particular moment, since he died in 1973, I simply cannot think of one gift that saddens me. But being an only child I would guess his Christmasí were not special, his father dead and his grandpa in charge. He likely had what he wanted all year.

For many it may be, do what needs to be done WHEN it needs to be done.

It was so great to have so many out-of-town guests at the fairgrounds with their handmade things. Oh, what a pile of wonders!

And so cheap!

I got a pretty glass bowl and the man said it was $3.00.

I said, "Oh, my goodness! I would be ashamed to not pay you at least $5.00." And gave him that.

A little later here he came with $2.00. "I couldnít take five from you and three from everybody else!"

He was so unhappy I had to take the money.

So if you didnít go to the marvelous display, Iím sorry. Our guests came a long ways and it was a grand display of handmade wonders.

Thank you just is not a big enough word for their coming with their unusually exciting handmade crafts.

May each year bring them back because they did find their coming paid off.

May they bless Beaver with their coming every year!

I hope you got to enjoy the long line of foods to pick for a good lunch.

Those in charge of the grand event were Nancy Barth and Sue Hergert.

So again thanks for our County Holiday Fall Festival!

No way could it would have been more exciting!

It took experts and we had them!

Good old fashioned LOVE reigned.

November 21, 2002

My 94 years of life have brought me all I could ask and more.

Starting with horse and buggy days, a phone you crank to talk with neighbors and people in Laverne, our nearest town, and of course that tall, narrow wooden toilet outside with the two seater, and syrup lunch buckets to carry a sandwich and cookie to the schoolhouse in the mile away church of Bluegrass.

Mom, papa, Hugh and Jean, brothers, life was all we could ask!

Mama, a music graduate, grandpa sent his daughter her piano and Oh, how the music did fill the air! Mama even composed a lullaby for us to sing.

We never knew what went on in the Nation except through a letter from the family back in Iowa.

We were down here because the government was giving away 160 acres of free land to any one who would build a home and stay there for two years.

Thatís how the Oklahoma Panhandle got anyone to make use of the strip.

Daddy a lawyer, some time after the two years were up, was asked by someone in Beaver to run for County Attorney, the only one they knew to ask. He and mama decided with the three children it would be a good place for them to go to school.

So to Beaver we moved. The 160 acres a mile west of town had a sod house and a windmill, so Great! Just the place.

It was a job moving that upright piano of mamaís. It took a neighborís wagon and a team of horses. The family behind to see that nothing happened to such an important object.

The old coal stove, washing machine and suitcase of clothing were all loaded with the family, kids little, mom on the wagon seat with papa.

Our walk to school wasnít as far and Oh, what a grand schoolhouse!

Probably with our papa the new County Attorney, we three children were accepted right off, and Hugh especially was a bright student. Jean and I just average. We did study hard, more just to be accepted.

Papa bought mama a sewing machine and mama started making nice clothes for us.

Being Methodists we went to the Methodist Church, and papa told someone mama was a music graduate, so right away she was asked to be the pianist.

She got a choir started and her life was better filled.

Papa found a place where locust trees were producing little ones he could have, so we had trees in time what was so missed.

Ah, then when I was eight years old mama got sick. Dr. Long did all he could but she got worse.

Papa wrote to Uncle Vintion, mamaís brother, who was a doctor in Salt Lake City.

He came and said she had spinal meningitis and he had never known one to recover.

He told papa to ask the church to pray, which they did.

But I remember the night she died. The doctor from Beaver, Dr. Long, said I should call and tell friends if they wanted to see her alive they better come.

The yard was full of buggies, and the room was full of friends.

I remember how proud I felt when someone put her arms around me and said, "Poor little motherless child!"

Finally papa lifted me up so I could kiss mama.

The boys were brought in and I still hear Jeanís sobs as he ran out the door.

I simply didnít understand, even when the people left and mama was covered with a sheet and papa went out in the dark and sobbed loudly.

"God! God! God! Forgive me for not staying in Iowa!"

Mama had told her sister Fannie that if she herself didnít survive, would she take Alice? And she said she would.

So later I was sent, yet being Daddyís girl I didnít like it but had no say in the matter.

When my husband died in 1973, the first thing I said and did was to come home.

I realize itís been a lifetime wish and here I am in pleasant home in my Beaver where everyone is a good friend.

A lifetime wish come true, I ask myself often, "Who Could Ask For More?!"

And isnít it sweet, Joe asking me to write a Column?

My favorite place and my favorite occupation!

God sees to it.

GOOD THE PLAN.

 

November 13, 2002

When I read on the store front of Smithís Jewelry Store they were having a going-out-of-business sale, I decided this surely was the time to do our Christmas shopping!

I made out a long list of family and friends I would be getting gifts for and away to town I went.

Oh, what big bargains I found!

My list was long and I filled every name thereon with something nice.

The thing that was so astounding was that Iíd received a call from an oil drilling company that they wanted to lease the land and would give what to me was a grand amount.

The two events came together and I couldnít have been more delighted.

When we move along each day started out with Bible study and really try to do and be our best, life is filled to the brim.

Of course for so many there is nothing but one hardship after another.

Iíve been there. In the depression days my hubby couldnít find a job and we went door-to-door getting subscriptions to a little newspaper.

About the happy surprise now, I will keep on giving, giving. I feel as though "Give and it shall be given to you" is the divine plan important to follow and I do follow it.

So now all my Christmas shopping can be done to help Smiths in their selling out.

Itís been years of good and hard times and surely Beaver has had a very useful store, saving many, many trips to Liberal.

Oh, how they will be missed, mostly for them in their wish to travel.

Bill and I did our traveling to start out, it being Depression Days and we went here and there with his search for a job!

The times do set the need!

How continually Don and Rosie Smith have been our mender of jewelry problems.

Their good work for so many years will be very missed!

They well earned their chance now to go places theyíve dreamed about, and just enjoy the pleasure of doing just what they please!

We hope that they donít stay out in that beautiful California!

Thereís something about Beaver in which everybody counts in a Big Way.

A kind of Family Spirit.

So do know, dear ones that however tempting it might be to settle in some exciting new place, we would wait and wait for that return.

A place here for everybody, and that place filled.

In big cities itís people on the block where you live that count, not to mention the wild traffic problems.

People are shocked that I still drive.

"Oh, Alice! Youíre too old to drive!" say friends elsewhere.

"Iím shocked the Sheriff lets you drive!"

They gave me a bumper sticker which reads: OKLAHOMA SHERIFFíS ASSOCIATION, 2002 HONORARY MEMBER.

"What about 2003?"

They still wave at me when I pass.

Living a mile in the country, what would I do if I werenít allowed to drive?

Still writing Columns surely is proof my thinking clear. I do with all my heart thank God and the newspaper for that! Mostly because I like doing it so much! Always have loved to write. As a four-year-old I can remember (Yes I do!) I asked for pencil and paper to write!

My life is full and rich, for which I canít stop thanking God!

Dear ones, your good store will be missed!

But, oh, how YOU will be missed!

Your happiness comes first.

But whatever the future brings, KNOW BEAVER LOVES YOU!

 

 

October 31, 2002

Needing to take my car to the Body Shop in Forgan, I was told by a friend who wanted to be sure I found it said, "All you need to do is to follow me."

That would be easy enough, I thought.

So off we both went, my easy job just to follow a car I well recognized.

Past the sandhill curve, a truck following me whizzed around my car and planted himself between me and the car I was so carefully following.

I could not see my friendís car. But of course if he made a turn I would.

At the highway that goes through Forgan he did the turn west and so also did the truck. So on we went west, my knowing in the lead was the car taking me to Forgan to the Body Shop.

To my amazement we didnít stop there!

So the conclusion was that the shop was out of Forgan a bit.

I saw to my right an area that looked like just the place a body shop would be!

Expecting to turn there was no turn.

Well! Had he decided it was best we take the car to Liberal?

I knew in front of the truck, there he was because he couldnít just disappear from the face of the earth!

I wondered. Whatís going on?

The truck turned off at a crossroad and there I was with no friendís car in sight! I had a sudden strange feeling that I had lost my mind!

Here I was on a road all alone.

"God help me. Please help me!" I feel so strange! Cars canít disappear! How can I be out here following a friend with nothing in sight?

It came to me that he had decided to go to Turpin to get a better repair man.

So on I went--fast! To catch up!

All the time saying and knowing that a car has no way of disappearing.

On was the direction to go so on it was!

Praying, "Please God, get this day on with and the work done as planned!"

I felt a strange loss of reasoning.

Suddenly I heard loud car honking, a car going to pass in a hurry like someone rushing a friend to the hospital.

So I moved over to the side of the road and stopped to let him pass.

The car passed and the person had his arm out waving me to move on till he stopped.

He got out of the car and suddenly I recognized him as my friend who was to take me to the Body Shop.

He laughed and said he had to drive 75 miles an hour to catch up!

"At the Body Shop I turned in a drive at the left and the truck and you sailed on thinking I was in the lead, I suppose."

"Yes. I did not see you turn off and was in a state of shock knowing cars canít disappear even though it was exactly the way it seemed."

What a wild experience!

"Now let me lead you to the body shop," he said, turning to his car.

I told the man I hadnít seen my guide turn off and kept going.

"Yes, I know!" he laughed. "Nothing wrong with carís speed!"

"No. Just the messed fender I want replaced, now that Iíve decided to open the gate myself instead of letting the car do it."

Off my friend and I drove in his car.

Now carless itís a bit of a relief.

I can imagine myself back to the horse and buggy days, so free of all car problems, old Ginger and Mable horses so gentle and obedient.

"Whoa!"

Never will I forget the family driving to Bluegrass to church on Sundays.

Sometimes papa would let me hold the lines and I would cluck them and say, "Go! Go! and on they would trot. Until papa said, "Thatís enough!"

The Good Old Days!

Iím one who finds All Days Good!

Sometimes we can get lost following somebody.

But never, never in following the Creator! For which I give a big, big Thank You!

"Life is tender, life is sweet. I have God and feel complete!"

Following God.

October 24, 2002

"Success is the result of work done in peace." (Quote from book titles God Calling by Two Listeners published by A.J. Russell.

I get daily devotions from this book, and this statement struck me hard.

Itís so true.

Dealing with pets when I first get up, this was just what I needed.

The little kitten watches the two big cats to grab their food at the first chance, and the dog grabbing whatever of the others he can.

The control we have over situations is important.

Work done in peace is so necessary.

Itís a fact I just had to share because it reminds us to seek that peace when we see itís just what we need!

How do we find it?

I start my mornings with Bible study and prayer and it is in this that I get a marvelous calm.

Like this morning, where I recorded, "God present, evil canít be!" (Quote from book Science & Health by M.B. Eddy.

Itís easy to feel confident that God (Spirit) is never absent.

What evil where God is! So there you are finding the road to Peace, and with being told that "Success is the result of work done in peace" we get our thoughts busy seeking that peace.

"What is peace, real peace?" you ask.

Itís SUCCESS as we are told and isnít it true?

What better peace!

We are born with a little stir to do our best in whatever we are doing.

A barber, a doctor, a builder, a teacher, a writer, we all are born with wanting that peace.

Oh, how we moan when we arenít satisfied with the job!

"Did you enjoy that important operation?"

"Good Heavens! What a question!"

"Well, when we arenít satisfied unless we do our best, thatís a way of finding out you did do the very best you could!"

Doing our best is the basis of feeling good.

"Ha! Iím still in dreadful pain!" you say.

"Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on Thee" is a way to remedy many a situation. Just say, "God, help me" and Know there is a God who created the universe and all thatís in it and such an infinite Power all GOOD canít fail to help you!

Your work, faith, done in Peace is on that road to Success, remember!

God the only Mind, as weíre told, is always there to turn to. My gratitude is without end for this.

"He is a very successful attorney. He stops with nothing but the best," with PEACE OF MIND the first requirement.

I like that idea of an inner voice, an inner distress, that gets after you when you know you could have done better.

It gets more prominent when you get told. Likely because work is not as easy as it used to be.

I saw grass growing around my blooming rose bush and stepped forth to pull it up and WHAM! I quickly got covered by tiny ants. Dashing forth removing clothes I jumped into the tub I filled with hot water, and soon all was well again, thank goodness!

So we can know with Divine Intuition that Peace is one of Creatorís greatest gifts! It does come. Our Father lets us be sure of it through FAITH THAT PASSETH UNDERSTANDING.

October 17, 2002

Christ said "Be thou whole" and the cripple got up and walked.

We know this happened because if it hadnít by now it would have been proven a lie.

Think how long the belief that the world was flat!

Finally Columbus realized the sunís rising and setting had to come from the earthís turning.

It makes me wonder what in years to come will prove obvious changes to our beliefs now.

When we sit in perfect stillness, it IS hard to think of our whirling space.

What is there yet to know? Will we be flying to an established moon with states and nations peopled with the same sort of people because our ancestors are it?

Weíll visit relatives the same as now in France!

Children of today have much new to experience.

I remember well the first car, the first plane. What a thrill!

I made the trip from Beaver to Des Moines, IA and was so awed, and ran back and forth up the aisles just to know it could be done while moving.

Moving and walking was wild.

I still remember the thrill.

I remember when I flew in my first plane!

OH! In the air looking down at towns, mountains, steeples.

Isnít it interesting how man has the urge to go somewhere! Without urge there never would have been trains, cars, planes.

Arenít you glad we live in the age when we can!

Now, I wake up glad I donít have to go somewhere. Wednesdays for our grand lunch at the Senior Citizens, and Sundays for church services.

Thatís it. The rest of the week days spent in the fun of writing, my biggest pleasure.

With three cats and a dog I have plenty of company, along with helpers.

Listening to TV news and special programs like Lawrence Welk, who could be bored?

Home is such a comfortable place, all belongings where you want them.

Itís grand to have had a long life of wonders which gave me the strength to face the desolate sad times.

What is ahead for the young today?

Will ever, ever someone invent a gadget that sees into the future?

Or do we really want to know?

Good along with bad (wars, earthquakes) we do manage and with the long string of experience who can imagine something we canít cope with?

The good part is our having God the source of divine wisdom to turn to.

The one thing we simply CANNOT DO WITHOUT IS GOD.

"I donít even believe in such a thing," you say.

"Do you think all the wonders for our benefit just happened?"

"Yes."

"You sound like my husband, brilliant as he was. We loved each other deeply. But kept off the subject Iím on to avoid conflict. Itís the best way to be a really happy, contented person.

About the distant future, will we just turn on a faucet to get the perfect diet?

Will clothes washing change?

We can be sure the styles of clothes will change many times!

With young people now admitted to Harvard, there could be early devoted children making earth living better in ways we canít now imagine.

Itís interesting to think of life on earth a thousand years from now!

I foresee no end to the earth and its people.

Do you?

The wisdom we call God carried on through man seems so permanent.

Fifty millions of years from now, no earth life is impossible to me.

October 10, 2002

To me God gave us birds as parents give toys to their children.

What better toy?

Just to watch!

First they have to have the wisdom to know they need a nest.

Then they must find the best knowledge of what it looks like. Then just the right crook in the tree where it would be secure.

The nest needs to be the size (to us) of half a grapefruit cleaned out.

Just to think of a birdís knowledge astounds me, and what a joy to watch the little darlings.

Then all through the building, they sing, sing, sing!

The mating finished usually the papa bird goes off leaving the careful sitting to keep the eggs warm to mom!

Isnít it great how our Creator created so many live things, from birds to elephants, to our dogs, cats, horses, cows---where end!---with man to enjoy as well as take care of and make use of, like cowís milk!

It canít help but please us to be among those present!

Are you down and out?

Stop and think about this marvelous world we live in.

And how can we not help but feel loved with all our playthings?

"Ah! What about rattlesnakes?"

I have no answer except that I read where someone made a pet out of a rattlesnake...

We have biting teeth, feet that kick, and hands that choke for protection.

To me, protection is a form of caring.

"You mean rattlesnakes care?"

They warn us! Doesnít that mean they know their bite will hurt?"

Back to the birds.

The beautiful eagle is our National emblem.

It makes oneís thoughts take wing, so stately their flight.

One of the birds I enjoy is the mockingbird. My bird book says they change their tunes 87 times, even mocking a frog, cricket, and the postmanís whistle.

Kingfisher birds live near the water and live on the fish they catch.

It makes me wonder how they got started with such a diet? Was there just nothing else around?

My bird book says they swoop down and jealously guard their territory and pounce on the fish and fly to the tree top to enjoy the feast, which makes me think it was that way at the start, moving object in the river, easy to catch and tasty to eat.

One bird that must enjoy land, though seldom seen is the Sage Thrasher. They sing there and even build nests in its fluff.

I saw one once and was shocked, not knowing it was their building place. A good place except for danger of prowling dogs. Bluejays are a noisy birds. Iím glad I seldom have them around. They do like plenty of trees, so maybe there are some in my old locust grove by the river, which my father planted early in the century, both mom and dad liking Oklahoma except for missing those grand old trees back in Iowa.

We have a few Prairie Warblers which are gray with white breasts and many white streaks which are so exact they look hand done.

Actually itís quiet now, with the birds flying to warmer climates, an interesting sign of wisdom.

Itís so loving, birds created for our pleasure!

Was it begun as a suggestion in the beginning that WE sing?

Music from birds certainly is proof our Creator loves us so much!

The world so full of things to enjoy, how can man not feel blessed beyond words!

What MORE proof than birds?

OH, YES! That tiny childís first smile, itís first cry, itís first breath!

No comparison at all!

But it is nice that among all its playthings there will be that little yellow canary to poke its baby finger at.

Reverend Ray Cummins who keeps my beautiful trees watered in this dry spell, I asked to tell something about birds of interest.

He says, "One of our vacations was spent in Aransas Wildlife Refuge observing the great variety of bird species that winter on the Gulf of Mexico. On purpose we charted the MY WHOOPING CRANE boat to take us to the wintering grounds of the endangered species where there are fewer than 200 of the species left.

The Cranes choose a mate for life and fly each spring to northern USA to have one offspring. Then the family of three migrate south in autumn to Aransas, Texas."

The Readerís Digest Bird Book states: "The Crane will begin dancing, and before long others join in to impress prospective mates, although sometimes seemingly just for the joy of it! Being alive and being a Crane!

October 3, 2002

Fresh air, fresh eggs, fresh fruit. Wake up to that fresh feeling!

Donít moan with the lack of it!

A nice new morning to start the day.

I have had a lot of them, always feeling good after a nightís sleep all ready to make the most out of a nice new day.

I like this daylight and dark system.

It was made for us! That rest and that fresh day to do something useful.

For me, writing a column in which with prayer maybe someone will get a lift for this pure listening to Divine Wisdom. A fresh idea.

For you it can be getting the children off to school, having a good, nourishing breakfast for pop and the kids.

The Divine Plan makes me so thankful to have been born a part of it all.

Oh, how wise the Creator! He knew we would need rest. So dark and daylight fit perfectly. Oh, what a nice fresh morning!

The freshness of a new day Makes Us Ready To get Busy.

We canít help but be glad for that good rest before diving in.

And Iím glad Iím a girl.

Like Mom and Pop. Two little boys, now a girl!

I will always feel that the Creator planned it that way.

The whole of creation seems Just Right when you really stop to think about how whatís best has a way of being the rule.

Iím one of these believers that our Creator works everything out to be the ultimate of whatís best. A little more best, a fresher Best!

Too, we are His ideas and by listening we do as he wants us to do.

Donít you have that, "Letís see. What shall I do? Oh, yes. I must not forget to call John about the road problem."

The need comes to mind. Full of fresher ideas!

And to me, itís our Divine Creator whose ideas we are that leads the way.

That clearness, that reality of flesh and bones needing wisdom the infinitely wise Creator of all things supplies.

On that road of thought life is so full of fresh ideal of The Divine.

Waiting for an idea, I wait, listen, and Here It Is!

How can we possibly apply wisdom to flesh?

Not a God believer, my Hubby had a complicated idea how thoughts were therein.

Itís so real to me as I listen and get answers from this Infinite Intelligence we call God. It has a freshness that helps.

I simply canít listen for the flesh of brains to bring me complicated ideas.

The intelligence that created everything in the universe from babies to elephants is, to me, the only place to turn for wisdom.

My wise, loving William who was such a grand teacher of the mechanical world somehow saw no need for anything but the 5+2=7 road!

I have never known a more caring person. It makes me wonder how he figured love and wisdom existed.

Itís so relieving, so natural, to call that wisdom God.

It has that freshness of a new morning, a bright, fresh air day.

If you wake up feeling awful, "Oh, my heavens. Here it is morning and I wish it was only 2 oíclock! Iím not ready to get up and go to work!"

Think of the freshness of the morning air and breath it in hard and deeply. Fill yourself full of it.

Fresh breakfast.

Let freshness take over!

There is a strange magic in the word.

It has a way of making you feel fresh when you let it.

Not old down and out you.

FRESH is a word with magic.

Gee!

"Youíre right!"

Itís amazing how it helps to realize freshness was just what we needed!

Fresh as a cucumber!

Oh! What a lift!

Donít you like that word?

I do!

It wipes out glum.

 

September 26, 2002

Attending the birthday party of Iva Ullrichís 99th birthday at the First Security Bank on September 22, I found no age problems between us and we suddenly became special friends. We talked about the Depression when we had to stick close to dry beans and cornbread. Then those Dust Storm days!

"People now days doing and having what they want have no idea at all what it was like!"

"Old clothes the only clothes!"

"But we were happy!" she said to which I agreed.

Iva was born near Chillicothe, MO, along with five others to parents Ida and James Barker, then was adopted by George and Ida Krouse when she was two years old.

They came to Beaver by way of covered wagon and lived at the Shadden ranch where she grew up and married Bill Ullrich living on the Krouse homestead. Then they bought the Sam Block farm in 1958. They lived in Beaver for a while with their four children, Warren, Norma, Charles, and Elvin.

Iva raised chickens, grew a garden, and was a great help to her neighbors, always available when someone was sick.

Iva now lives in Laverne with her daughter and youngest son.

Iva has done lots of traveling in her time to places like Boston, MA, New York, Padre Island, TX and Grand Canyon, AZ.

She has had many health problems throughout her lifetime but she always managed to regain her health.

At the age of 99, she is feeling great and looks it!

She sees the funny side and has a wonderful sense of humor.

She plays the piano and likes to read and even sew, a person who like to keep busy. (Taken from copy of HIGHLIGHTS OF IVAíS LIFE)

As I say, we became good friends right off. It was as though there was no age difference.

Her brother was brought over from the Beaver Nursing Home in a wheel chair, and he is a bit over 100 years old. He is in poor shape, however, unable to walk and seems lost in any alertness.

In his case death would be a blessing. But with Iva, she is as on the ball as anybody I know.

I wish she lived near by so we could get together often because we had fun and lots of old time days to recall.

If ever anyone should have had a big happy birthday party, it was she!

Iím most grateful to whomever planned and worked it out.

Itís a help to us all to know we can hang on when the years pile up next to that hundred mark.

It makes me think itís very important to not let age make a difference to where we say, "Oh, Iím too old to do that!"

Make birthdays Birth Days, days you came into this funny old world with so much to enjoy. Just imagine how different it now to 99 years ago.

And imagine, if you can, what it will be like 99 years hence.

All of todayís handy, interesting gadgets will be laughed at like she, Iva, now laughs at that team and wagon trips to town, and food kept cool (so it wouldnít spoil) in a cave. Whatís that? Itís a rather small sized room ditch with a tin dirt-covered roof that is cool where even milk didnít spoil, nor did butchered meat for a couple of days or so.

That cave was as important as todayís refrigerator.

Necessity is the best inventor there is.

Just stop and think how different Ivaís world is today from the early 1900ís start.

Betterness is an important part of mankind!

Look what it brought Iva!

Good lesson taught us!

NOTHING SHORT OF THE BEST.

 

September 19, 2002

The happiest day in Beaverís history (according to me born in 1908) was the Bank of Beaverís 100th birthday party at the fairgrounds September 10, 2002.

Everybody in Beaver was invited and very few couldnít make it!

The great event started at 4:30 p.m. with a barbecue and long tables of food to go with it. Also a big beautiful birthday cake where after the meal you enjoyed a very delicious dessert.

No way could have one asked for more!

There too even bands and singers to add music to the festivities.

History made when the Bank opened in 1902, and history made in 2002 at their all out marvelous celebration.

I bet my dad who rode out on his bicycle from Iowa in 1902 was one of their first customers. So Tuesdayís celebration was rather personal. The start of Beaver the home place.

Beaverís all time biggest event took lots of people to make it such an historical occasion. I asked for a list of those who worked to bring it about and hereís what I got!

Douglas Lasater, Greg Weber, Charles Weber, Larry Mikles, Glen Hardin, Tammie Cline, Bobbie Calhoun, Linda Cash, Teryl Leisher, Stacy Russell, Joyce Welch, Dixie Bobeck, Vickie Eccles, Debbie Starr, Shannon Kennedy, Rebecca Yates, Elizabeth Lynch, Pat Miner, Debbie McGill, Sharon Higby and Neida Caro.

The most delightful entertainment was furnished by The Front Porch Pickers, Forgan Junior High chorus, Turpin High School chorus and from the Beaver High chorus, as well as Beaverís fourth grade group of singers which was grand! Also the rousing Howard and Cindy Adams guitar group we all enjoyed.

Actually, the event was too wonderful to put into words!

It did something that made Beaver seem like a Big Family!

There was something unforgettable about the evening.

It made me feel like we are all close friends.

You meet someone on the street and oh, how glad to see them!

Sometimes Iím pleased to see the other person but donít ever think of the name nor sometimes even know it!

We just care a lot about each other.

Thatís Beaver for you.

I bet thereís not another town where that special fondness is felt.

And at the big town party put on by the Bank of Beaver I just know we all felt like special friends!

And how the Bank did go all out to prove it!

Who ever saw such an abundance of food and such a specially partified way it was set up!

I lived in Atlanta 30 years and loved it, a friendly place, too.

But my urge to come home after Bill died was so right!

The party proved it.

Iíve said I no longer have relatives, so old!

The party made me feel all of Beaver are my relatives to claim and love!

Thank you, Bank of Beaver, for your specially grand party!

September 12, 2002

I am glad to find out that we never reach the age when we are not useful.

Getting up at 6 a.m. studying my Bible lesson and then eating breakfast, now here I am very anxious to do something useful.

No house problems, yet pet problems with three cats and a dog wanting to be fed. Soon they get bowls of their favorite food, dry cat food with their topping of canned tuna, then my Johnny dog-the dry dog food covered with Mighty Dog canned food. Finished, they find their favorite place to rest, and then HURRAH, Iím ready-be useful!

Yes, Iím always searching for something to write about that will help.

Life without lifts is miserable for us all, Iím sure.

We think, "Iíll go visit Ruby."

"Iíll read the Bible."

Itís a need in life that is important. Even in old age.

Isnít it wonderful?

Itís a part of old age which is a surprise, lasting to the end.

Like a tree, the roots must grow with the treeís water system.

Itís natureís plan.

Let it be our plan. None of this, "Iím too old and will just sit, watch TV!"

Usefulness stings.

Isnít it wonderful? That old sting never stops.

Think how it stings the President?

He stands so alone in his decision making, always searching for what will be of use.

We are as useful as we are helpful. And the joy in life is that we seem to KNOW when some decision is right.

Oh, that blessing of KNOWING when something is right!

Itís what comes when you profess to be a Christian.

I actually listen for His assurance.

Life is such a joy when you get that sureness from turning to the one divine Creator of the universe and all its grandeur.

Being useful is rather like a highway you want to stay on even if with old age or poor health you find it difficult.

The top of the ladder to usefulness is contentment.

Itís something we must learn at an early age.

The child that doesnít want to do anything but play is not as contented as the child who comes in with his ball and says, "Let me know if you need me!"

The child who resents any little job should be carefully shown that Being Even A Little Useful, is the road to contentment!

Itís the most satisfying button you can touch.

Learn it early.

When I was sent to Iowa to be raised by my aunt, mother dying when I was eight, I was given little jobs like setting the table, sweeping the stairway, making my bed. My aunt thinking business avoided tears, they did!

So early in life I learned that being useful helped.

Donít ever avoid the power of feeling useful!

One suddenly finds itís the most satisfying feeling there is.

Without it there is a glum, a "what good am I" feeling that canít be dealt with.

I know well my usefulness was the best thing in life!

Maybe itís today what children need.

Gee! Itís fun to think youíre useful!

Even if itís not more than running outside to pick up the paper for Pop.

If thatís not safe, help him carry the dirty dishes to the sink.

If you donít feel good feel useful.

Everybody is endowed with that feeling.

God made sure of it!

September 5, 2002

We live in the day when boys gotta have a gun, and their father who adores them could make it a birthday present--go out to a previously picked spot and say, "Now, son, I have an example to prove the power of your gun. See that chicken over there in its coop you have been feeding?"

"Yes."

"Go over and talk to it till you get its head to the door where you see its full length."

The father finally put a bit of food at the door to get it in perfect position.

"Now, Iím going to show you what your gun can do."

He shot the chicken and with a screech it fell over dead, blood flowing.

"Daddy! Daddy!" the child screamed in sobs. "Why?"

"Lonnie, I have to prove to you what that gun was designed and made to do! Of course, it was a brutal thing to do and I never would have except you have to know what aiming and pulling the trigger of your gun youíre so proud of is made to do. Guns are made to shoot. We may someday go hunting and shoot quail or rabbits to eat. And, say, a burglar enters the house, Iíd aim and say, "Go or Iíll shoot." And the burglar takes off on the run. I would never shoot him, actually, unless he attacked you or mom.

"But Lonnie, another thing. On TV when a man shoots and seems to kill a guy, itís not real. We know that because we see him again and again on TV."

Lonnie said, "I really do like those TV shoot-outs!"

"Just never forget itís a movie. Like your school plays."

"Somebody has killed a guy for sure," Lonnie said, "and they made a big fuss about it!"

"Yes. On the news the killings are real, and the killers are jailed and sentenced to be killed," he agreed.

"So now, you were feeding the chicken for us to have for Sunday dinner. Letís get it and take it to mom so she can prepare it for Sunday."

Lonnie said, "Iím glad you shot it instead of wringing its neck off!"

"Good, And if kids are going to get guns for gifts like you say is going on at school, just KNOW what it is made to do!" He added, "The movies you see on TV arenít any more real than the school play when you got after your friend for stealing your girl. Real murderers are put in jail and punished. Think how awful that would be! Mom and I would die of grief!"

Now to the advice of A.S.N.

I think the government should make it a punishable rule that stores cannot sell guns to grade schoolers when they see so many killings on TV.

We have news of wars and soldiers marching off in uniforms as they carry their guns for the very reason of going forth and killing the other countryís soldiers.

Children see this on TV and it could make murder to the child a must.

Parents must explain the difference to their sons. War is the enemy killing off as many of the other countryís finest young men so--well, a boundary line is set. A cruelty vanquished. Never war without evil that cannot be eradicated in any other way!

To me, we will never be Godís adored family until wars cease.

If all war was declared inhuman and put to a stop, the real need of guns would cease.

What order from the divine Creator of the universe more strictly ordered than "THOU SHALT NOT KILL!"

"Remember grandma in the casket, lowered in the grave and covered up? Thatís what a gun will do!"

"She died from being sick!"

"Yes. After a long illness. If somebody shoots with a real gun, the person dies instantly, usually. Donít ever forget it. Say, you decided to shoot your dog with a real gun. He would die and have to be buried in the ground. If you decided to dig him up you would find him rotted. Gone forever! Nothing to do but cover him up with dirt and maybe plant a beautiful rose bush there to remember where he is, yet dead. Understand?"

"Yes," he said with a sob. "All Iíll do with my gun is to shoot at a target like you showed me. Nothing I wanted more than a gun like on TV and now I understand. Itís play shoot on TV!"

"God bless you, son! Make play shooting it till youíre a grown man and are in horrible trouble where youíll be killed if you donít shoot and---nothing I could pray more for than this will never happen, my precious son."

 

August 29, 2002

It was not long after my husband died that I decided to leave Georgia and come home to Beaver, Oklahoma.

I went to the First Security bank (then called the First National Bank) in which Jim Lyle was the Director.

When he heard my story he was glad to loan me the money to build a house and even got a builder in which he was anxious that I get just what I wanted.

I was able to pay off the loan in monthly installments from my widowís pension from Georgia Tech.

Jim invited me to stay with him and Doris (his wife) and immediately Doris and I became close friends.

It was so good to be home, and they made me feel at home.

Mom having died when I was a child, my having been sent to Iowa to live with an aunt, till my father, John Spohn, died; then my marriage to Bill Newton till his death.

All the years elsewhere I dreamed of the day I could come home to Beaver.

So here I am, more at peace than I could have dreamed possible!

And the start with Jim helped make it feel truly like home!

Jim was a friend in my time of need, a friend indeed, to all always and his recent death was shown with all who even followed to the cemetery.

Things you may not know about Jim.

He, along with other town leaders, were instrumental in promoting our yearly Cow Chip contest. On the first one he went forth in a horse drawn wagon and drove all over the prairie filling the wagon with the dried cow chips. The idea was a huge success and has been a yearly event ever since.

It has even attracted national attention!

What a funny wild idea! Who didnít want to take part in such an event?!

Jim was a close friend to so many in Beaver who he helped through the years with their finances. And surely Doris made my life here special!

It was just a few months before I went over to the hospital to visit a friend and when I left Jim was walking along in a pitiful condition, as though he were sitting in a chair!

I stopped and said, "Jim! Get in the car and let me take you where you are going!"

He said, "Alice, I canít get into a car. The only way I can go in a car is when the Sheriff takes me."

I said, "Ok! Iíll go get the Sheriff!"

And away I went in a flash to get the Sheriff.

Not long after that incident, he died and I thought it was a real blessing.

We can know the desolate one is now at peace with his dear Doris.

Their loss is so painful to me. Yet in a way it is a relief.

Itís a joy that we still have their happy Nancy Pooh.

She inherited the good points of both parents!

It reminds us that Love and Faith is the divine Plan, and our little Beaver town is full of folks expressing these jewels.

Arenít you glad to be a part of this town where caring is so natural?

Even the death plan is divine wisdom.

Just imagine if our Jim had to go on and on struggling!

In so many instances we see GOD KNOWS BEST.

My turn to move on canít be too far away after all these 94 years.

When it comes, be at peace. I did the right thing to come to Beaver where I was brought up. I couldnít feel more at home.

Having lived in many other places such as Iowa, Georgia, and California and Arizona, I say with all my heart that "Thereís No Place Like Beaver."

It started with Jim and Doris and the place is full of their sort who are special to me! Such as Dean and Mary Alice. If I started to name you all who could I leave out?

So I end will a big GOD BLESS YOU ALL!

 

August 8, 2002

When I was a senior in high school I fell in love with a student whose parents had moved to Indianola, IA in the middle of the year and their son, Larry, finished his senior year along with me.

Larry was tall and had blond, curly hair and blue eyes.

I thought he was the most handsome fellow I had ever seen and was so wild about him my obvious love attracted his attention and before too long he asked me for a date to the movies.

I was sternly taught by my aunt who was raising me, at the request of my dying mother, that I was not to let the boys get fresh. No fondling!

Fortunately, all boys included, Larry had been grimly warned at that long ago time.

But my attentions were obvious and we dated often.

In college, we married but I kept on staying with my aunt and he with his parents since no job, no money.

When my English teacher said I should have studied to be a writer, I decided when graduating to go to the University of Iowa to take a special course in creative writing.

The first night after playing the piano at the Student Union, having graduated in music at Simpson in the footsteps of my mother, I was followed by a young man who at a crossing stepped up to me and said, "I beg your pardon but I just want to tell you how much I enjoyed your music! May I walk with you?"

"I guess," I said, alone in the city.

He said he was working on his Doctorís Degree in Chemical Engineering and since his mother had died (his father dying when they were in Mexico when he himself was just a year old.)

He was lonesome and his attentions were urgent. Could he take me out to dinner?

I felt sorry for him and with so little spending money, that dinner sounded good.

I was cool knowing my faithfulness to Larry came first and I told him so.

School over he drove me to Indianola where I was to stay with my aunt till Larry found a job.

My aunt saw Bill and was very impressed.

Somehow Larry faded out of the picture and my uncle a lawyer, the push was completely for Bill! "Oh, what a catch!" said the family that raised me.

Larry had a girlfriend when he met me, back where they used to live, so even he found the mix-up ready to be resolved in what seemed the right way for us all.

Depression, no jobs except door-to-door soliciting for a small newspaper. Then University of Arizona with a teaching offer. Then Georgia Tech job which was till retirement.

Happy retirement till his death.

Now living on the childhood home place with my cats and dogs, I find a peace that makes all the previous activity like a dream.

 

Itís simply astounding how much the past seems like a dream!

Itís the reason for the Column. Old age (94) has a pleasing now to it, I DREAMED ALL THAT OTHER!

Now is Full and Satisfying, satisfying....

Each day is special.

I can do just as I please.

Itís so different!

When young weíre thinking of the future. Grown up, thinking of all work done well. Getting up in age itís business matters resolved.

NOW. New day, fun, peace, do as you please, rest, and completely satisfying peace.

"Peace that passeth understanding."

Writing up the past is a shock!

It seems just exactly like going to sleep and having one of those extended dreams.

Something takes away the reality.

I guess thatís a part of old age.

The NOW IS ALL THERE IS! Long ago is too much like a dream.

Well, at least painful sorrows donít pain unless brought into memory.

Days now are full of now things.

Surely our divine Creator worked it all out to Perfection!

Happy and at Peace The Plan.

God indeed our loving Father!

"Except as ye become as a little child" is of extreme importance!

IT WORKS!

"Thy will be done" is the only door now.

But opened to a peace never imagined!

Youíd be surprised at how much fun old age is!

 

August 1, 2002

Columns seem to help better understand where thinking comes from because I listen to the Intelligence that created the universe and all thatís in it from elephants to our own obedient hands which write down what we have to say.

Wanting it to be correct as well as inspiring I listen firmly convinced there is a higher intelligence, an infinite intelligence that created everything that lives from a wild flower to a child, to a bee.

The child can think. "Mama, can I go outdoors and play with my dog?í

The mother says, "Just donít hit him. Goldie is a good dog and treats you gently. But hit with a stick again, he might forget and bite. We have to be loving to get loved. Understand?"

"Yes."

As a child in school I remember a shy, out of it all, girl named Edie Clark. She refused to take part or even smile. No way was she a person who played with others, or even smiled. No way could she be persuaded to take part.

It bothered me but since she refused attention she was left alone. Her family was poor, their home was old, unpainted, her father was a ditch digger and her mother took in washings.

My own mother died when I was eight and I was sent to Iowa to live with an aunt who had three boys.

Knowing no one in eighth grade, I became a Edie since my clothes were country like for this big town with a college.

I felt a closeness to Edie and wished she were here. So I wrote to her.

"Dear Edie, I am sorry I didnít play with you. I like you a lot."

I looked around for someone who seemed friendless. Found just the one. We got to be very good friends and in time were a part of the crowd.

School days are more than learning reading, writing and arithmetic. We learn what is most important of all: To get along with each other and be a caring person.

Never forget that to have a friend we have to be a friend.

School is the place to be caring and helpful! When grown we do use our reading, writing and arithmetic. But more than all else we need to be helpful, care!

Life is so different when one is grown and married with a family to feed and care for, with little time for others except maybe on Sunday and evenings where we see friends.

In all my long, loving years if there is one thing I hope to leave behind itís my love for dear folk I enjoy knowing!

I canít think of one person I donít like!

Of course thereís Hitler and Castro. Those gruff war mongers.

In general man finds life a challenge and in trying to meet them, life is not easy.

But most everyone is a goes to church and there we get filled to the brim with all the Good lifer has for us.

We are born to love people in a way that proves it.

We have to know all have trials and heart aches.

I have found a little secret.

I say, "Thank you, God, for night and day. We need that rest!"

If someone wishes he were dead, stop and count blessings.

"I donít have even one to count! Old, sick, out of money...."

Our nation has facilities to meet such needs! Call your local health department set up to meet the needs of folks like you.

Our Nation is rather like a Family. We care very much for folks in your shape and pay big taxes for just that reason.

It is as natural for a person to care as it is to breathe.

"Oh, yeah! Where is such a place?"

"It is in the Beaver Courthouse, Welfare Department."

Love rules Beaver. I have lived in four different states, and not a place is as filled with loving people who care as Beaver.

Is it those dust bowl days that made caring so important?

Surely we are bound together in desperation!

And now we are bound together in the peace and beauty of our little town.

A Love that cares rules.

"May I help you?"

 

July 25, 2002

Do you bear trials without murmuring?

Are you not easily made angry?

Are you calm?

Not hasty?

Do you have the quality of ending with calmness?

Do you have quiet perseverance?

Do you have confidence?

These are questions asked in Websterís Dictionary of a person who is patient.

Reviewing these definitions of a calm person we are quick to see not only if we are by nature calm, as well as to see the amount of calmness.

1. I do murmur sometimes over trials. I need to get the cat in because the coyotes are howling.

2. "Are you not easily made angry?" Yes, it takes a lot to make me angry. I find excuses for, say, the cat threw up on the rug. I try to grab her but do realize when a living object or person is sick that upset stomach rules. Little time to take care of the situation.

We are hasty when the situation calls for haste.

But Iím not hasty to criticize when I know the person meant well. Thatís a patience robber.

What more admirable, soothing, and wise than patience?

Itís a word well to make use of just to be likable! It sort of takes us over when we let it because of the strength in being so, and we arenít with a person very long before we are able to determine their state of patience. We could almost call it, as we ask at times about someone unknown, "Whatís he like? Whatís she like?"

We hear, "A bit on the calm side."

Or, "A bit on the jump out at you side."

When we really stop to think about characteristics itís natural to want to be a patient person simply because itís more comfortable to be with that type of person.

When we also really stop to think about characteristics itís natural to want to be thought of as patient.

So itís easy to see what an important word PATIENCE is!

We set forth with its power in charge.

Impatience is something one can hide-if you have to.

Someone asks, "Why did you take so long to pay your bill?"

Impatience.

Maybe you just forgot and you hate to say so but itís best. You feel better than making up some reason.

"Another merchant says, "Iím in sort of a bind. Could you pay your bill please?"

(See the patience as against Maybe needed impatience?)

Patience is a very strong word. But it is a calming word and well to make use of it.

Itís just the reason it was "invented". Patience has a power unequaled. Itís like a sedative. Say it. Hear its power. Make it a part of you. "Oh, damn!" Fury that upsets.

Say aloud just the word PATIENCE and feel the calm rush in.

Itís fun!

Iím on a campaign with myself to blot out distress just saying the word.

Think of people you know who are naturally patient. Cheley is one.

I wonder who thought up the word long, long ago?

Realize its power!

Arenít you grateful for it?

That mortal flare-up is disturbing.

So as the Christ said: Peace, be still." Our powerful word can do it!

And the trouble with the short temper, it can bring misery that canít be erased!

"Iím so mad I could kick!" and you do.

"I wanted that book!"

"Here it is!" tossed.

No reversing.

July 18, 2002

In my scrapbook where I keep Columns so I wonít repeat myself, the first one was written June 20, 1996.

It started as we were coming to the time of year when vacation plans were coming to mind. Where there is just the place to relax and forget the pressure of work to be done!

"So off we go! Not knowing the catís under the front seat!"

"The soapweeds are in bloom, their stalks of white blooms shaped like bells midst their spikes of green are a sight to behold. The feathery gray of the sagebrush seems to have caught a tint of the blue sky, along with the bushes of pink morning glories, blue spider wart, yellow butterfly weed, red Indian daisies with their yellow rims, varieties of white striped milkweed, and the abundance of cacti with their blooms.

"Remember there is little of all the earth Garden that isnít planted!

"It makes one brim full of gratitude at the spectacular display of great trees, mostly cottonwoods, here in Oklahoma.

"So happy traveling! Including the cat!"

Then 1966. Now 2002, Nature still brings forth its beauty.

At my town gate is the great stretch of those blooming soapweeds midst the blue-gray sagebrush, and here and there bright blooms of the cacti.

All volunteers from many years past!

How can we not renew with the blooms?

Hot! Yes, and did I suffer recently in the 100 degree heat with my air-conditioning off!

I called E & L Electric and in a short time I was cool again!

What a contrast!

Now in the comfort I recall the days when I was growing up and in the summers we put wet sheets at the open doors and dishtowels at the windows, actually thankful for the wind!

Good has always been the outcome. Iím a firm believer we need our trials to grow in our ability to cope with difficulties. The years have taught me itís the road to be on.

The worst criticism there is to me is to be called Self Centered.

To love folks is a way of being ready to help!

There is a strange power in "Give and it shall be given unto you."

Give and fear just donít go together.

Fear disturbs. Like when my cat (the kitten found at the post office) now grown, didnít come in all night in spite of my many callings.

Had the coyotes got her?

Was I excited when mid-morning there she was.

And has come in ever since.

Life is full of both trying and satisfying experiences.

The glory of it all is that BETTER IS THE RULE.

Hand fans with pictures, to the perfect comfort of cool air!

Horse and buggy to Ford cars, a match to light the lamp to electricity, ice boxes where the man came with a big chunk of ice for the ice box to refrigerators, a coal bucket to go to the coal pile for coal to put in the iron coal stove to furnace heat with its thermostat to turn on the furnace to the temperature desired, an "out house" in the cold to the bathroom, with a tub to fill with warm water for a bath, instead of the wash tub to bathe in.

I have experienced it all and it gives me a rich feeling.

Each stage was, like now, good because it was all we knew.

What next?

MY love for Beaver is deep.

And I feel deeply loved.

Iím a fountain of Thank Youís!

 

July11, 2002

Oh, how we can thank our forefathers for our 4th of July celebration, for our independence from England!

We are by nature independent. So many of us from different countries. The Chinese from China, Russians from Russia, and so forth.

I wonder if there is a country on earth where someone hasnít come from to be in our United States where, actually, we wear what we please, and feel free to live anywhere, to go to the college of our choice and of course the church of our choice.

Stop and think how free foreigners may feel.

We do have laws and officers to enforce them, and it is possible many have found us disappointing. They thought they were in the Land of Promise and find stern officers, high taxes, and find it hard to find a suitable place to live. This becomes more true as new laws are needed.

At the first when there was so much free land given away if you lived on it for two years, as in the case of my father, people flocked in.

My grandparents came over from England and settled in Iowa.

Now we want to celebrate such a grand Nation filled with people of all races happily living here. It makes it hard for Russia or China to fight with us!

We are celebrating in a way World Togetherness which makes our Nation special. Those Russian friends here make it HARD to fight Russia!

That in itself gives the Fourth of July something to celebrate!

Little old Beaver has a few from other lands. It makes me wonder, are they disappointed in us in any way? If so we would like to know.

Mixed races from the start, all welcomed! Filling up the long flat stretching of emptiness, it is true we all can celebrate that first 4th of July!

Itís all rather like a bed of beautiful flowers, all pretty. I look at my flowers and ask myself, "Which is the prettiest?"

Isnít it wonderful! Our United States of America free of any racial prejudices. That German girl is prettier than I am.

My husband and I went to Mexico soon after marriage. His father and mother had lived there for a few years with his gold mining project. They rushed over the border so that Bill would be an American citizen. So it was fun to visit there and we made special friends with Nacho Quroise and his wife Lena. And we came home with a painting of their blue bonnet flowers by Porfirio Salenas.

So, yes, Mexicans in the US became special!

In this Nation of many races we ALL do celebrate the Fourth of July and with all the nations represented, isnít it a good defense against war! Maybe itís all been worked out by the Father Divine to rid the world of war!

Itís worth consideration at the Peace Table!

It certainly gives us plenty to celebrate on the Fourth of July!

Thursday, we, all of Beaver, had a picnic at the sandhills cooking hot dogs and hamburgers which were special, along with grand lemonade and ice cream. And those good watermelons we grow ourselves.

How Beaver Beyond could have presented a happier day, I donít know!

But the real joy is all that special day means!

There is a depth to our celebrating Independence Day from England that seems to wipe out world troubles, all those good friends from other Nations.

We here donít have many but we are a Nation where all mankind are brothers and sisters. So our independence from, well, the rule of the Queen of England is a blessing. Our Nation has provided a freedom we can be proud of.

If a Jew loves a Gentile well enough to marry, and a black loves a white that much, they can marry and have plenty of friends.

Stop and think about it and fill up with thanks that our Nation strives continually to keep its people well fed and at peace, all on the Bible demand that we "Love one another-as Christ loved us!"

Thatís what it takes to be a happy Nation.

Oh, the joy of living in such a land where we are at peace.

Loving one another is just our way of life!

So the Fourth of July is a good reminder!

What the Fourth of July stands for is a good thing to stand on!

Till the next Fourth.

 

July 4, 2002

I like jokes. They get you out of the doldrums.

Like the little girl who told her mom to take her to the store so she could buy a doll that only cried when you punched a button!

Her brother said, "Thatís not a doll, itís a brother like me!"

"Oh! Tell mom to take him to the store and get her money back!"

Then what about the little girl jumping off the picnic table who bruised her head?

"Where is your common sense?" said her mother

Looking puzzled she finally said, "Itís in my pocketbook!"

Coming home from school she said, "I hate gramma! All those verbs!"

"You mean grammar, child. You love your grandma!"

At the picnic table she wouldnít eat a thing, just pouted.

"Why, child?" asked her mother.

"I like dogs! How can anyone eat them!"

Even explanations didnít help.

The little boy asked his father., "What is that bump on my neck in the back?" reaching back and feeling it.

"Son, that holds us together," he said, not even knowing himself.

"Gee! Do we come apart without it?" he asked in awe.

Coming home after a driving session the girl told her mother she had a bad time because her daddy kept yelling at her!

"John, why?"

"What I said was ĎStay on the road! Stay on the road!"

A woman in church found a pocketbook and told the preacher to announce it.

He said, "If any woman here has lost her pocketbook, go to Helen Hunt!"

The store had chicken breasts on sale and the clerk announced on the intercom: "Will the woman wanting bigger breasts come to the back."

You collect Tupperware, I collect jokes. Itís a way to get rid of any distress.

Why do I always have to get up in the middle of the night to let the cat in?

Why didnít I put the food left over in the refrigerator before the ants got in it?

Why didnít I finish that sentence before I went to the phone and forgot what I was going to say?

I canít think of a time in my life I like better than now with this Column writing job. It keeps me thinking something enjoyable, pleasing, worth all the effort! Dear hubby deceased, I need it badly!

I love Beaver and enjoy proving it in any way possible.

Not having any family now, except far away nieces and cousins, Iíve adopted special friends like the Greggs, McAllisters, Lansdens, McDonalds, Cummins, and Smiths, and well, the list goes on and on! All so dear to my heart!

I love my Windmill Valley home, my pets, and the birds that sing in the treetops!

So collecting jokes fits right in!

Have you heard this one?

Donít go to bed with your teeth out. Youíll forget where you laid Ďem!

Two farmers after getting a good price for their crops, went to a fancy restaurant to celebrate. After the meal the waiter gave them finger bowls.

"Whatís that?"

"What you put your fingers in."

"Ha! Give Ďem a silly question and you get a silly answer!"

"Doesnít it stir you to realize all that is created-just to please us! (From the book The Sun Says When)

Thatís no joke. Thatís a thank you for jokes to take away the heaviness of too much to do. When it comes, stop. Think of a joke. I like the one about the preacher telling the woman to go to Helen Hunt!

Hereís a good one also: The man asked his friend why he had his hat on backwards. The man said, "So I wonít forget to pay for it!"

This fits me well: "Blessed is the one who is too busy to worry in the daytime and too sleepy to worry at night."

How true! "Most of us would get along very well if we used the advice we give to others!" (The two above from Bless Your Heart, Heartland Samples, Inc. 1991).

The little boy came running asking, "Mama, can I go to hell?"

"Why in the world would you want to go there?"

"Because Mr. Jones told papa to go to hell and stay there!"

"I wonder where the really bad do go?

"Bad enough to find out?

"NO!"

 

June 27, 2002

I ask everyone who reads this to ask God in prayer to help take over the uncontrollable forest fire in Colorado!

Ruin on the forest still not reached by the fire may be saved even though the rest is gone.

It is such a powerful fire that manís help just canít conquer its ferocity!

But letís not even acknowledge no hope for the unburned part!

God the Creator of the whole universe and all thatís in it is our only hope and we must not give up! Christís statement, "Why calleth me good? There is only one good and that is God," is a truth that frees and we must use it.

So put the Power of God never absent right there where the unburned part can be saved!

Letís be there with urgent prayers knowing our divine never absent God can stop such a disaster. Homes in the thousands burned, the owners fleeing anywhere they can, special pictures of children and that blessed grandma and grandpa gone. No end to all the very coveted things impossible to replace.

Oh, just think how you would feel! Every needed thing and keepsake gone forever.

Let us pray that each one saved gets immediate needs such as a change of clothing! A toothbrush!

The violent fire is making history that will never be forgotten, even a hundred and more years ahead.

Terry Burten, who lived near by, confessed she went there to burn a letter from her ex-husband and didnít get the fire entirely out. Sentenced to 20 years in prison, her name will be despised never to be forgotten.

My husband and I used to love to go on picnics and roast our t-bones on the open fire. And always before we left Bill would work hard to make sure there was not one burning ash. Itís just part of the going!

One, maybe the only, thing good about such a horror as the Colorado fire is the Big lesson it teaches. From now on I bet people will be specially certain the campfire is completely out.

Water is the best assurance. But if there is none, that stamping shoe with urgency can do it.

Letís really make an unforgettable lesson out of this worst fire in history! It will take hundreds of years to blot it out of our countryís history!

People who lost loved ones will never forget.

I imagine all of our nationís picnic goers will now stop taking foods to be cooked. It takes all the pleasure out of what used to be such fun---weanie roasts! But fires are dangerous.

Oh, there still will be some, I imagine. But the image of such a continuous huge blaze out of control will be too fresh in mind to forget!

Weíve been told that even the worst bad has some good. In this case it will be that TV picture where the scene was total flames to view! And to know homes were being burned and people fleeing for their lives! It will continue to haunt for a long, long time! Even lives lost!

I have always had exciting thoughts about Colorado, with its snow-capped mountains in summer, and all its wonderful mass of beautiful trees and if there to roam, the wildflowers! And little darting squirrels, and all the singing birds! Itís a great place for a vacation!

And letís keep it so in the unburned areas. Our dear neighbors are torn to shreds, they need our prayers and visits! I hope there are a lot of people who keep up their tradition of going to Colorado for their vacation. And do find no change in where the Fire Monster didnít get.

From now on let this fire be a huge lesson NEVER forgotten!

Check the camp fire. IS IT OUT?

Water poured on the ashes is the best but if not available stamp it out!

It will take so long to wipe out the memory of Coloradoís Big Fire with people burned to death even though so many did escape.

"Grandma was so young."

Rule as strict as 2 + 2 = 4. Outdoor fires canít be left until there is not one spark!

 

June 20, 2002

I have had to give up hope that I can be the sensible, clear thinking person of the past.

Age does rob one when one gets to 94, even with my usual two hour study of the Bible lesson to start the day with clear thinking.

No later than 6:30 a.m. I rise as usual and move along the same as ever.

Of course, we strive, no matter the age, to keep clean and keep surroundings clean.

The routine gives me the peace I need to have a good day.

Iím warning you so you can be happy and at peace when old, old...

Iím trying in all ways to keep sharp because if you donít you quickly give in to the robber, Old Age!

Itís so good to know you can rule when very old.

Be aware that you have to get after yourself or your thinking will like your hair, turn gray! Dan Rather colored his hair and I liked it. But then he went back to the gray, likely from too many complaints.

So just give in to a complete change in your life of poor thinking!

Get bossy! Tell yourself you CAN think as well as ever!

In Christian Science we are told "God is the Only Mind."

What a help that is!

Keep Him your only source of thought.

Listen. Obey!

The hopelessness of old age is going to be denied as completely as I would never give in to stealing even if the house burned to the ground and all sources of funds had played out.

Iím robbed of sharp thinking but just the same I CAN think, and if I disappoint you in anything I do or say, just remember there is no robber in life like Old Age.

I forgot where I put the sack of cat food, and the cats said, "Meow. Iím hungry! Letís eat!" Where is the cat food?

"Oh, I remember. The phone rang." There it was!

I just pray my heart my out my forgetfulness doesnít cause problems to and for others!

It is my belief that my old age isnít any different from other people needing consideration, like health.

"Oh darn! Iím 96 and not that senile!"

Good! Oh, how I would love to feel as spry as 90!

I do still swim and keep busy with the usual jobs, especially care for my dear pets. Dickie the cat is 17 but still spry and heís the only old one. Tammy is big and youngish as is the dog Johnny, and Martha is just a kitten!

Itís awful to feel different just from the passing years!

Trees donít show age. Why should we? I certainly hope they donít feel old.

Old is a bother.

So now in your life filled to the brim with activity make the most of it! I never dreamed I couldnít to the end.

I guess the slowing down is getting us ready for the next stage.

"There are people who live to be 1 hundred, and are still able to think at least."

Yes. Iím just reminding you to be happy and at peace with yourself!

Donít spoil now with worry about being old! I just want you to realize one must be happy and full of big fun before the age interferes.

We arenít able to avoid these Time robbers.

We find we have to give up hope of being happy the way we were when we didnít give age a thought!

Remember that dear one in the nursing home who sits out the rest of life.

It makes me amazed, lifeís provision for death in our slowing down.

Itís good.

Even if there is no such thing as Heaven. (I think there is.)

I have had such a full, wonderful life, how can I bother about its end?

Itís just that Iím amazed at being robbed of bounce and ability.

With all I have in me I pray the robbers donít take Thought!

It make me more grateful than words can say that I still enjoy being able to think and can still write sensibly enough to, I hope, be of some help, with these ideas that come to me when I kneel and ask for them!

I say losing hope is more to be avoided than anything else!

Itís something age canít rob!

One of my Big Hopes is that Science will discover a non-decliner to age.

I actually think-itís not to much to hope for!

I hope.

Gee! What a meaningful word!

 

June 13, 2002

I feel like the farmer who sold all his cattle and has nothing to do.

So he gets more cattle.

So I write a Column even though I handed in two yesterday.

Itís good to have a job one likes. It gives one the fulfillment found no other way.

Itís great how weíre born to fill a certain place and arenít satisfied unless accomplishing a need.

I am awed at how well needs are filled. In this case a way to get one personís findings known. For instance, John Savage went to Africa and found terrible starvation among so many, many people and simply not enough food to supply such a need.

There is no community that does not have praying people concerned when learning of children starving in Africa as well as parents.

Letís donít live on the same planet with people who die of starvation!

"Ah, but going on having children!"

The normality of Love is a part of life.

Itís my loaded refrigerator and cupboards that sting when I see a child far away eating leaves, grass when he can find some.

Those haunting eyes, bony arms and legs. The sobs of a mother-

And the shame of a father.

To see a country filled with such on this planet filled with humankind makes one frantic to do something about it!

What? What?

Our government is doing all it can. This, I feel sure.

I want to help!

I, asking the Father Divine how, listened and heard these words:

Pray that the Power of Love, the Creator of All Things, Will Rule Out Lack Till the Abundance of God Can Take Over, Can Rule Supreme.

"God present, evil canít be."

So many of the desolate Africans donít even know God.

They accept their plight and make the best of it, taking their pleasure out on having more children.

Does it mean we should just let this situation alone?

No. And there are missionaries there doing all they can.

Surely our government can help them.

In giving it deep, prayerful thought, I find my need is to see God who Christ said is "a Spirit" thus all creation His likeness Spiritual.

When I see them in this way I get a real feeling that they are being helped.

When we are spiritual we feel one with Spirit (God) and somehow all is well.

Christ fed thousands seeing Spirit the Real.

I can even see Him there among the multitudes somehow supplying this need.

We have to believe the Bible and the story of Christís doings, and we have to believe in His statement, "I will be with you always, even unto the ends of the earth."

Keeping, in thought, Christ Jesus there to meet such a dire need, is a way to, we hope, be helpful.

Far, far away, we want to help!

Any way learned where material help can be sent, count on me.

Surely my hatís off to John who HAD TO GO!

Beaver is very proud of you. Count on us if you wish you could!

Children tossed like kittens unwanted is a wrong we canít accept, with all the African children among the poor down with leprosy, typhoid, AIDS, parasites.

Asking myself what to do about such a disastrous need it came to me to stir the nation to mental war to bring forth actual results.

Man with the urge of cats for unwanted kittens is not to be tolerated.

These children are Godís likeness. Who knows but born to be Leaders in the Kingdom of God!

Another Ghandi.

Let us pray and work that manís Wisdom rules.

Children the future, isnít it manís responsibility?

All African leaders are smart.

But they badly need help in the situation!

Pray the government sees it and does it.

Family limits are an important part of life.

 

June 6, 2002

I have an idea I wish at least in time will be accepted.

It pertains to Age.

Letís set a limit on it.

Man has this right. So why not use it?

I have set my age at 60, and will allow people to say, "Oh, cripes! Sheís at least 80! Likely more!"

Yes, older, but think what you wish. Thatís the wonderful right that we have. Isnít it great?! We can think exactly as we please.

Is there a greater gift?

Life, of course, and the ability to think are to me my most glorious gifts! Especially the fact that we can think what we please!

No one ever knows for sure when we say, "I know what youíre thinking" and are right. We can keep those thoughts to ourselves and go on thinking as we please.

So now Iím saying what I want you to hear. I am, in my mind, the age of 60, with the rest not counted.

Donít you think it would be a help to old folks?

There is so much difference in accepting 60 instead (in my case) 94. The mind goes to work either way with profound influence.

So why donít all who are real old try it!

"And can hardly walk!" you say with disgust.

I will admit this. But I feel good and am active in that I swim and take care of three cats and a dog besides all else but for hard cleaning help is available, thank goodness. And of course, yard work!

There is so much difference between accepting the age of 94 and just 60.

So why donít we all who are real old try it for our own benefit?

Of course, we know better! But that 60 feels so good!

"Ha! Whole different story! Canít fool us!"

All I want to fool is myself, which it does do because age is--Who invented it but man? I do know children like to reach those teens. But old?

Iíll tell you a secret. I donít like it and thinking 60 is a great help believe it or not!

I somehow doubt if God, the Creator of man, had decrepit old age in mind. Who can think of Christ Jesus as an old, old man? Real divine Love with life eternal doesnít make room for the decrepit, to me.

To me, real lasting love begins with real, lasting admiration which has nothing to do with sex. My hubby liked my writing enough to marry me as he was so smart himself, graduating from the University of Iowa with those grades I brag about.

If youíre ready to break the marriage up because of so much conflict, look for those good points which brought you together.

See what Love really is.

What is it?

What was it you admired? Looks?

Never marry for that reason. Care!

Itís so important for the childrenís sake.

And never forget that Christ Jesus himself said, "Why calleth me good? There is only one good and that is God."

So go to Him for help! We do get it when we do.

If we donít. Life is spoiled for good.

"Somebody else you like better!"

Go to God alone for that answer.

"There is only one good and that is God; and there is none other but He." (Mark 12:32)

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