"A life based on reason will always require to be balanced by an occasional bout of violent and irrational emotion, for the instinctual tribes must be satisfied."
~ Cyril Connolly (Sept. 10, 1903 - Nov. 26, 1974) English writer, literary critic
The Harper Book of Quotations, Robert Fitzhenry, Fitzhenry & Whiteside Ltd.
Saturday, September 19, 2015
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
The Hill,
the Afternoon,
Squirrel,
Eclipise, the Bumble-bee,
Nay – Nature
is Heaven.
Nature is
what we hear,
The
Bobolink, the Sea,
Thunder, the
Cricket
Nay, -
Nature is Harmony.
Nature is
what we know
But have no
art to say.
So impotent
our wisdom is
To Her
simplicity.
~ Emily
Dickinson
Labels:
Nature Thought for Today,
Poetry,
Seasons.
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
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Reading Thursday, September 17, 1:00 p.m.
John Passfield
Ospringe: A Visit with Grandad
The story is set in Southern England in Kent. Two children growing up in the 20s sharing stories with their grandad. Reading and discussion. "Coffee pot's always on..."
Thursday, September 10, 2015
Monday, September 7, 2015
A THING OF BEAUTY
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits.
~ JOHN KEATS (1795 - 1821) English romantic poet
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits.
~ JOHN KEATS (1795 - 1821) English romantic poet
Sunday, September 6, 2015
Every once in a while, depending on the road boss who was one of the farmers, the big grader was brought on. I don't know who appointed him. That required one or two furrows to be plowed in the ditch and three teams were put on the grader and the road was graded. Needless to say, for some time after that, it wasn't any more than fit to drive on but there were no cars and roads were all alike. It wasn't noticed, only when a low spot was raised with scrapers and not levelled off was there fault found and some bosses were noted for that. Needless to say, they weren't popular and their term was short.
Most road work was done after seeding and before haying. That was always a big day for the kids. They lived on the road that day while the men went back and forth on the road.
That system probably was the best for the time but times have changed and the Township got road machinery and lately steady-paid workers and the roads are kept up to a much higher standard than they were. Change is always going on. For the better? Sometimes that might be debatable but we will have to give the ones that are responsible at the particular time of doing the best they think. If it doesn't work that way, the next council will change it. The country has been brought to the present state by the trial and error method and probably that is the best method to follow."
~ J. A. Turnbull (1890 - 1975) East Seneca, Haldimand County.
Labels:
family,
Haldimand County,
Haldimand Historical,
Seasons
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