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INSIDE COVER
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THREE POEMS by Elaine V. Emans

IT’S GOOD TO BE REMEMBERED

Blessed are neighbors who, with little gifts,
Remember those who live across the way;
A wedge of gold cake in a napkin like
A sunless noon, be certain, and a day
May have its whole complexion changed because
Another neighbor tells you when she raps,
“I knew you liked my plum preserve (one does),
Or shyly, yet with pride, “my ginger snaps,”
Or someone else thrusts flowers in hand.
Blessed are neighbors for their giving still
So much more for their hearts which understand
It’s good to be remembered.  Heaven will
Be built upon a plan whereby one takes
The neighbors, surely, little angel cakes.

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TIES

 How seemingly frail and yet unbreakable,
Are all the threads which tie me to the past;
Nasturnums ever dear and beautiful
Because my mother planted them, the last
Of summer birds I cherished as a child,
And fragrant odors, and the taste of food;
Enchanting kittens near at hand, and wild
And lovely creatures safe within a wood;
A score or so of songs, and certain books
And pictures, colors, and the slow repeating
Of favorite Psalms, the way a meadow looks
O’errun with cowslips, and a lambkin bleating;
Old friends, and how a hill will turn from gold
To silver under slanting rain and cold.

        *        *       *      *       *       *       *

RECIPE FOR RENEWING FAITH

Sometimes I need to think about the things
Which are unwavering; Orion blazing
His path across the sky, the color of wings
Of little birds returning with amazing
Precision every April, or the peak 
Of some great mountain, and the very shift
Of seasons, harvest, and the apple’s cheek
Grown ruddy annually, Sometimes I lift
My eyes to slender spires of churches, knowing
They point to God, who is unchanging, too,
And faith which had been dimming, and was growing
Still dimmer, suddenly is bright and new!


 
INSIDE
COVER
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Real treasures come by making the most of your Natural Sourrows.

If you are worried
Read 15th C. of John 

If your pocket book is empty
Rd 37th Psalm 

If you have the Blues
Rd 27th Psalm 

If you are discouraged about your work
Read 126th Psalms 

If you are all out of sorts
Read 12 Chapters Hebrews 

If you are losing confidence
Read 13 Chapter 1st Corinthians. 

If you can’t have your own way in everything keep silent
and read 3rd Chapter James.


 
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Asabostos (xxxxx) pretty for windows. 
Blue myrtle, yellow myrtle or periwincle vinca minor.  
Pink flox myrtle.  
Jan T Gerthea
Ilea Althen
Dee
Wee
Ilea

Ecclesiastes, 

Ancient confession of a cynic was great literature.  Ecclesiastes a book in the old testament transcribed to Solomon 7 18.

 
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Contentment consists not in great wealth but in few wants.  
Take what is.  
Trust what may be.  
That’s Life’s True lesson. 

Purple loose Strife July 4th along pond. 

Who is my neighbor.  
The Man with the hoe.  
The Village Blacksmith. 

Girl Names: 

Nanetta’s
Allida’s 
Galida
Errigay
Karen Kay
Sandra Sue
Barbara Sue 

Uncompromising apostles.

 
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The only nice thing about him is his absence.

 

       National league
Pittsburgh 1     3 Chicago
St. Louis   1     0 Cincinnati

      American League
Chicago 5     1 Cleveland
Detroit  7     6  St. Louis 

     

 

External Links referencing above script: 

[History of Major League Baseball]
[American League
[National League]

     
 

The peace of the world depends upon the peace among groups.  Democracy means freedom.  What does Democracy mean to us?   

1st it means freedom
2st it means a chance to make an adacute living with a sence of security.


 
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Farm beareau organized 1917.

One ton of butter by a cow removes 50 cent worth of plant food from the land a ton of grain removes 7.50 worth of plant food.  Charm’s a matter of the amount of life a person gives out.


 
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The successful home is built on loyalty, good fellowship salted with humor, understanding and cooperation of all the family.  The same attributes are necessary to build successfully our Farm Bureau and women are needed to carry their share of the responsibility for achievement of the 1939 Farm Beareau program through active participation in the associated women in their various counties.

     

 

External Links referencing above script:  

[West Virginia Farm Women, 1880s-1920s
[History of the Farm Bureau]


 
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The Word “Beatitude” Is a complete poem.  It means supreme blessedness.  Or Happiness in Spritual Thinking and fair dealing with fellow men.  Invented to discreibe the 8 sayings in the opening words of the “Sermon on the Mount.”


 
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  As(xxxxx) too very fine persons.
 

Transcriber's Notes: 

The script immediately above is incomplete because the newspaper clipping below is pasted over Gay's handwritten note.

     
 

Tuesday, June 18, 1946

Mrs. Flora Dell Dillie

Mrs. Flora Dell Dillie, 67, wife of C. C. “Barney” Dillie, of 624 West Pike street, died at 3:85 a.m. Monday in a local hospital.  She had suffered an earlier cerebral hemorrhage last year and had been in ill health since.

She was born August 25, 1878, in Lumberport, a daughter of Lloyd and Sarah E. Harter.  She is survived by her husband, one son, by a former marriage, Jefferson M. Robey, of 329 Jarvis street, and three grandchildren.  Also surviving are four sisters, Mrs. Lucy Pethtel, and Mrs. Maude Burke, both of Lumberport;  Mrs. Betty Satterfield, of Enterprise, and Mrs. Robert Urgo of Long Island, NY, and one brother, George W. Harter, of Lumberport. 

Mrs. Sillie was a member of the Clarksburg Baptist church and was a member and founder of the Woman’s Auxiliary of the Pittsburgh and West Virginia Gas Company.  Her husband is a foreman for the gas company.

 

Mystie Ann Bailey

Weston, June 17 – Miss Mystie Ann Bailey, 43, daughter of A.B. and Mattie Heckert Bailey, died at 5:45 p.m. today at her home at Alum Bridge.

She was born in Lewis county, March 3, 1903.

Besides her parents, who live at Alum Bridge, she leaves a brother, Clay M. Bailey of Cox’s Mill and two sisters, Miss Goldie Bailey of Alum Bridge, and Mrs. Carrie Sleepth of Lynn.

 

 

Transcriber's Notes: 

The following background information referencing these obituary notices was provided by Willa Dean Spiker:

1.  Flora Dell and Barney were friends of Mrs. Spiker.  Mr. Dillie was the postmaster and storekeeper at Oxford. 

2.  Mystie Ann Bailey is the daughter of Alva B Bailey and Mattie B. Heckert.  Her brother, Clay M. Bailey married Joy Allman.  Joy is the daughter of  Henry Irvin Allman and Tensie Fay Zinn.  Tensie Fay is the sister of Gay Zinn Spiker. 

Clay and Joy had one son named Clyde Marling Bailey.  Burns Harlan frequently went to Clay and Joy's home to go hunting.

 

Internal Link:  [See postcard from Mrs. Dillie to Mrs. Spiker]
[Send e-mail to Melanie Spiker-Fouse for access to Spiker Family Tree]


 
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  Garden Planning and Building Ortloff and Raymore.
 

Transcriber's Notes: 

This script is a reference to the book titled "Garden planning and building", written by H. Stuart Ortloff and Henry B. Raymore, published in 1939 by McGraw-Hill Book Company, Inc., Whittlesey House (New York, London)


 
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Books read in 1940-41 

Audubon.  Constance Rourke (Birds)
 
  External Links referencing above script:

[Constance Rourke:  The Roots of American Culture]
[Constance Rourke - by Wikipedia]
[Constance Rourke - by the Boston Globe]


 
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Our business is to live and let live.  Live and help live for the common good.  That is Democracy you want; it will come back.

The only thing we allways have and that is allways the same, generation after generation, is our children.  Our young children.  People talk a lot about security these days.  Children are only our real security.  What isn’t born in a child is bred in him.  Good children never just happen.


 
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Sprays

For Gladolia Tripe dip bulb in Rototox.  Roses with Triogen [Pomo-Green with nicotine] Peony rotenone or pyrethrum.  Lysol 4 teaspoonful gal water soak the gladolus bulbs 6 hours.


 
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Persimmon Calyx 

The Calyx is like a 4 petal flower.  French not make a flower in Calyx end of the line. 

To all of my children, I helped you in addition and subtraction and up to twelve times twelve with satisfaction.   I reached a sound decision in both long and short division and was helpful when your problem was a fraction.  But you came to me with the “X  means quantity unknown”.  And know that you’ve reached algebra my children your on your own.


 
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By Dr. Joseph Fort Newton

“One Sunday, just as it was getting dark.” Writes a Chaplain in France among the troops, “I finished the last service in a dugout attended by eighteen men of all ranks.

“Rather tired, I was making my way through a wood, half a mile behind the lines, toward a road where a car was waiting for me.  Suddenly I saw four figures loom up in the twilight.

“Warned by a previous experience – when in like case I had met a German patrol which attacked me with hand grenades – I hit behind a tree.  They were four of our own men, bearded and muddy.

“ ‘Sorry, Sir, wwe missed the service.’ They said.  ‘We can soon put that right.  Can you sing the hymn “Faithful unto death”?’ I asked.  ‘Yes,’ and our voices, husky with winter fog rose upon the silence.

“Then I repeated the 23rd Psalm.  Thinking it was a prayer – as indeed it is – one man fell on his knees; and so the rest knelt too.  At that moment shells began bursting overhead. 

“The sounds of firing and falling shrapnel crackled in the boughs all round us.  No one moved.  Something in the old Psalm had inhibited the elemental instinct of self-preservation. 

“For a moment or two I spoke about the Psalm, and we separated.  As he left me, one of the men said, ‘We couldn’t take cover just then, Sir – you were in the middle of saying, “Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil for Thou art with me.”  It would have been an insult to God to run.’ 

“What Christians some of our fighting men are.  Amazed, I went on in the thick darkness, thanking God for such proofs of His presence in the souls of men, despite danger and death.” 

What a picture, so simply painted – who can ever forget it?  What a testimony to the power of old, familiar, haunting words to calm and sustain the spirit of man in time of peril.

Yes, there is plenty of personal nobility and piety in individual men, if only it could be applied to public group life.
 

  External Links referencing above script:

[Joseph Fort Newton by Grande Lodge Free Masonry]
[Joseph Fort Newton by Masonic World]


 
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The Little King
(Philadelphia Record) 

David Windsor has abdicated.  Again.  Naturally no reasons are given for departure of the former Edward VIII from his post of liaison officer between the British and French high commands. 

But his decision to hie for the Riviera cannot be put down merely to an old-time reputation as a social butterfly. 

Something has happened.  What?  Conjecture in these days covers a wide range.  It is recalled that Windsor was enthusiastic over Nazidom after having tea with Hitler.  He was long regarded as a member of the pro-German party in England.   And yet – well, it is difficult to think of him as any fifth columnist. 

More likely, he has been a fifth wheel in the defense forces.  And his ineptitude in selecting the speed-up genius, Charles Bedaux as sponsor of a trip to America – later cancelled – suggests that he had once more let his notorious associations and incredible friends lead him into an impossible situation. 

The truth, of course, may be better – or worse.  And we may never know it.  But the Fascist tendencies of David Winsor, so evident in pace time, scarcely betokened a state of mind which could bring enthusiasm to the Allied cause. 

Royalty has shown up shabbily in this conflict, a fact that we are too likely to overlook.  And this latest chapter in the unhappy ending of one of the world’s greatest romances has come close to the point of making the world forget the romance, remember only the mud on the monarchial feet of clay.

 

  External Links referencing above script:

[Edward VIII by Wikipedia]
[Edward VIII by BiographyBase]
[Charles Bedaux by Wikipedia]
[Charles Bedaux by ManagersNet]
 

 

In Memoriam 

BIRTHDAY….remembrance of our beloved son, Michael Allowat, Jr., 12th birthday, Oct. 23, whom passed away Jan. 9, 1942.

Upon the crest
Of the final hill,
They pause a moment,
Gaunt and still. 

Incredulous
That down the plains
They see a house
Where none remains 

And suddenly
A withered branch
Lets fall a petaled
Avalanche, 

While through the thicket,
Sere and stark,
Flows remembrance
Of the lark. 

Restored by these,
The sight and sound
Of things well loved
On well-loved ground, 

They kneel to grasp
The shattered loam –
Hearts filled with peace,
Hands filled with home. 

Sadly missed but not forgotten,, mother, father, sisters and brothers.

 Mr. and Mrs. Mike Allowatt

 

 

The Wonderful Weaver

There’s a wonderful weaver
High up in the air,
And he weaves a white mantle
For cold earth to wear,
With the wind for its shuttle
The cloud for its loom,
How he weavers, how he weaves
In the light, in the gloom:
Oh, with the finest of laces
He decks bush and tree;
On the bare flinty meadows
A cover lays he:
Then a quaint cap he places
On pillar and post
And he changes the pump
To a grim, silent ghost.
But this wonderful weaver
Grows weary at last.
And the shuttle lies idle
That once flew so fast.
Then the sun peeps abroad
On the work that is done.
And he smiles:  “I’ll unravel
It all, just for fun. 

Unknown

 

  Mrs. Raymond A. Stevens, Missouri, would be so happy if someone could furnish her with the words of an old song she learned when a little girl, ending thus:  “And the old red cradle rocked them all.”  Here is a favorite of Mrs. Stevens:

LIFE

Life may be long, or life may be short,
But it's always too short for sorrow,
For the deepest wound that bleeds today
Will be but a scar tomorrow.

Though your ship may sail on a storm sea,
If you hold to this one creed tightly,
The storm of today will pass away,
And the sun shine tomorrow brightly.

-- Unknown


 
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Original Ideas

Wild rose for hat
Shumack branch for hat 
in fall
around evening dress.
Japan honeysuckle.
Chinese cabbage bouquet.
Persimons calys with French knot in center. 

Old man, 88, wandered into church and heard 3 things 

1  The Love of God
2  The forgiveness of God and
3  The way to heaven