With a four-battery powered Coleman lantern, extra batteries, candles, and a full coal oil lamp with three bottles of scented oil to spare, I took advantage of a page or two of several books I had on hand, during the last ice storm with no electricity for two days and nights. Confined mostly to the kitchen, heated from the oven and four top burners of the gas cook stove, and warmly dressed, not only did I read during the day, I cooked more than usual; with the thought…”I might as well take advantage of the heated oven,” so I baked and with flames burning low on the four top burners, I cooked comfort food.
Yes, I complained of the inconveniences, but while reading, I suddenly thought about my family when I was growing up…our way of life, without electricity…my sister and I sitting around the dining table…the flickering light from the wick of the coal oil lamp, playing a game of jacks, or tit-tat-toe, or “getting our lessons”. Seems I always have a way of taking care of my childhood memories because I know I can’t relive them, but if you’ll turn your lights on and the thermostat up, I’d like to share some of what I read during the cold, blustery weather we endured not long ago, words from the pages of several books I had on hand.
Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them and try to follow where they lead…a quotation by: Louisa M. Alcott.
Oliver Wendell Holmes wrote: To be eighty-five years young is sometimes far more cheerful and hopeful than to be forty years old.
From pages of notes I jotted down: Forty is the old age of youth; fifty is the youth of old age.
A picture is a poem without words.
Love comes unseen. We only see it go.
We have committed the Golden Rule to memory. let us now commit it to life.
If you have knowledge, let others light their candles by it.
“I don’t think much of a man who is not wiser today than he was yesterday.” quoted Abraham Lincoln.
No man is useless while he has a friend.
It is no tome to swap horses when you are crossing the stream…By: Abraham Lincoln.
Nothing is easier than fault finding.
Doubt whomever you will, but never yourself.
Life is made up of sobs, sniffles and smiles, with sniffles being the predominate one…O’Henry,
Thank God every morning when you get up that you have something to do which must be done, whether you like it or not.
Along with other poets, I read Joyce Kilmer’s “Trees.”
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair.
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
I haven’t been reading much lately, but while watching TV the other day, I heard…and would like to share…that no matter: Whether you think you can or whether you think you can’t…you are right.