Sunday, June 20, 2010

Father’s Day Thoughts

Rise up, O men of God!
Have done with lesser things,
give heart and soul and mind and strength
to serve the King of kings.

Rise up, O men of God!
His kingdom tarries long:
bring in the day of brotherhood
and end the night of wrong.

Rise up, O men of God!
The Church for you doth wait;
her strength unequal to her task;
rise up, and make her great!

Lift high the cross of Christ!
Tread where his feet have trod;
as brothers of the Son of Man,
rise up, O men of God!

In honor of the Godly men who have graced my life and whose ‘callings’ as fathers have taught me to be a woman of God - my dear father who guided my footsteps. . .

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My sweet father-in-law who loved me as his own. . .

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And the wonderful man who loves me and cherishes me and is the father of my children.

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Thank you, dear ones, for being strong men of God! You have displayed the love and care of my Heavenly Father and helped me to trust Him without hesitation.


Song: 'Rise Up, O Men Of God'
Words: William Pierson Merrill
Music: Festal Song

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Vacation Memories – John Day Fossil Beds – Part One

Our recent vacation was spent in the center of the most amazing beauty in Eastern Oregon. We had driven past the turn-offs for the John Day Fossil Beds many times as we drove to and from the deer hunting site where my sweetheart and his family have hunted for many years. Most of the time it was just a sign on the highway, but last fall it took on new meaning as we travelled – we wished we could spend a few days there to explore that part of God’s creation up close. Our time there has changed the way we will see it as we drive through there again in the future. We will never see it the same again!

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Not far from the sheep farm at the base of Sheep Rock (shared here), we stopped at the Thomas Condon Interpretive Center. This center gives a great overview of the history and information about each location of the area. We could have taken much more time there but we chose not to focus on everything – we wanted to move on and see more of the area that day. Almost as soon as we walked through the doors I was amazed by the incredible fossils and the research that shows the handiwork of God through the centuries – layers and layers of volcanic flow have changed the landscape from lush forests to a rather arid climate. To the skeptic, this place gives proof that another way of life once existed here.

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We were intrigued by the work room where fossils are carefully handled, cataloged and made ready for display or storage.

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The ‘work board’ nearby explained what they were working on that day.

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After a brief stop at the Interpretive Center we were on our way again to see more. A ways down the road we came to an unexpected modern wonder – a traffic light – in the middle of nowhere!

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After waiting a while for a green light and our turn to cross the one-lane bridge (where construction is going on to replace an old bridge) we were moving again toward sites we couldn’t have imagined.

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We hadn’t gone far before we were overwhelmed by the beauty and the wonder of creation once again.

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Cathedral Rock – correctly named – loomed high above our heads. The layers of color almost took my breath away.

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Rock formations displaying incredible colors and shapes were everywhere we looked.

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The road continued and the colorful rock formations greeted us again and again as we drove on. Here and there the countryside was dotted with farms and homes. I wondered what it would be like to live in this remote, quiet, absolutely gorgeous part of our state. A ways down the road we came to a small town. Stopping for a snack and a bit of fuel in our tank, we were greeted by some of the friendly folks who live there. Everywhere we went people waved and smiled as we passed by. (I love the friendliness found in small town America!) This house captured my attention as I watched an older lady mow the big yard – patiently, methodically walking behind the mower. Nearly all of the buildings in this part of Oregon have steep-pitched metal roofs to ‘shed’ the snow in the winter. They are long-lasting roofs that serve a purpose and provide cover and shelter during the long winter months.

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As we left the little town of Monument and continued on our journey we were intrigued by the homes and ranches ‘sprinkled’ throughout the valleys along the way. We were so glad we had decided to make this trip in Springtime – everything was so green and beautiful.

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In the middle of all this beauty we came to a viewpoint where we stopped to see The Sunken Mountain Landslide.

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It was easy to see where the mountainside had changed many years ago. As the highway climbed higher up a nearby mountain we could see the landslide from another perspective.

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We arrived back at our little cabin-on-wheels early in the evening – thrilled that we had been together and that we had seen such amazing beauty everywhere we went. We wondered what incredible surprises would come our way the following day. As our day came to a close we rested in peace – with quiet hearts - in a place we knew had changed our lives forever.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Blog Business And A Sweet Thing Or Two

Like many of you I have begun to receive comments on my blog that are ‘not for public consumption’. It has forced me to turn on the Word Verification feature for comments. As much as I have tried to avoid using this feature I’m left with no choice. It’s for our own protection – yours and mine. While it’s unfortunate that we have to deal with those who choose to interfere with the lives of people like us who love to blog and share ourselves and our friendships together, it seems this is the world in which we find ourselves and I am thankful that we can choose to ignore these other ‘not-nice’ voices that try to interrupt our conversations together.

Tomorrow I will share more from our recent vacation – until then here are a few cute things I couldn’t wait to share. Flowers (for sale) filled the large porch of the historic ‘mercantile’ near our RV park. This one greeted us each time we stopped by.

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As we drove around another small town in Eastern Oregon we saw this cute little place that is connected at the back of a church building. The bright paintings on the left are part of a fenced in play yard. Someone took great care to make their little home the cottage of their dreams. Look at the window box and garden – no watering - no weeding!

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We stopped in a little town to buy a cold soft drink. My sweetheart went into the little store and Joey and I stayed in the car across the street. I was amazed as I watched this young man and his dog prepare for another ‘leg’ of their journey. I wondered how the plastic tub was secured but none of that seemed to bother the dog. We learned that he is thirteen years old and has been riding with his owner for many years. He doesn’t mind his goggles and nothing seems to bother him – he’s just enjoying the ride!

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I love the sign on the little store. Notice their priorities – antiques first, then needful things. My kind of people!

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There is more to share – so much more. I love spending time with each of you. We’ll keep on chatting and visiting and sharing our lives together. I’ll be by to visit you soon.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Highway To Heaven

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It's a highway to heaven
None can walk up there
But the pure in heart
It's a highway to heaven
Walking up the King's highway

My way gets brighter
My load gets lighter
Walking up the King’s highway
There’s joy in knowing
With Him I’m going
Walking up the King’s highway

Don’t have to worry
Don’t have to hurry
Walking up the King’s highway
Christ walks beside me
Angels to guide me
Walking up the King’s highway

If you’re not walking
Start while I’m talking
Walking up the King’s highway
There’ll be a blessing
You’ll be possessing
Walking up the King’s highway

It's a highway to heaven
None can walk up there
But the pure in heart
It's a highway to heaven
Walking up the King's highway

Song: ‘Highway To Heaven’
Composer unknown

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Down On The Farm – In Living Color

Yesterday I shared black and white photos of a wonderful, historic sheep ranch in Eastern Oregon. The James Cant Ranch is in the middle of the John Day (Oregon) Fossil Beds. There are three locations to visit in the National Monument – all worth spending time to drive through and see the displays, historic sites and the awesome scenery. Sheep Rock is the center of one area – it’s one of the many beautiful landmarks in the John Day Fossil Beds National Monument.

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When we first saw Sheep Rock we had no idea of the beauty that was beyond this point. Like so many other locations, we didn't know if this was all we would see of this mountain or if there was more. We made many stops for photos along the way and it didn't take long to learn that there would probably be much more ahead!

The James Cant Ranch, open to the public, sits at the base of the mountain. The barn and house are open and provide an amazing look back into life in an earlier time. The house was built in nineteen eighteen. James Cant was a Scottish immigrant who settled in the John Day region with the dream of becoming wealthy by raising sheep. Long before he arrived, American Indians called this place home. The land was marked and mapped by fur traders and explorers in the early nineteenth century; they paved the way for soldiers, miners, cattle ranchers and merchants. Their lives intertwined with the John Day landscape to create its rich history and character.

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James Cant came to Oregon in nineteen hundred and five. He herded sheep on a nearby ranch and was soon able to send for his sweetheart in Scotland. James and Elizabeth purchased this ranch and soon built this wonderful home where they raised four children.

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The furniture on display in the parlor still belongs to the Cant family. It seemed as if we should have a seat – it appeared that tea was about to be served!

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Seven bedrooms housed the family, the school teacher, visitors from neighboring ranches and travelling laborers. School was held here until the mid-nineteen twenties. The Cants hosted many suppers and dance parties. Passing travelers often found hospitality here and it was not unusual for Mrs. Cant to serve dinner to twenty or more. She once said ‘when she leaves this earth she will be holding a dishtowel when she meets Saint Peter at the gate.’

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Elizabeth Cant spent much of her time in the kitchen. She sometimes said that when a woman got married, she’d ‘married the kitchen stove.’ She was always the last to sit down at the table, and she kept watch to make sure that no one’s plate was empty. The house is open for tours four days a week – it was open to walk through some of the first-floor rooms but we were not there on a tour day. I’d love to go back and see the entire home – all three floors. Next time, perhaps!

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A large screen porch wraps around part of the side and the entire back of the house. Summer temperatures climb into the hundreds and the porch was often the sleeping place for the family, ranch workers and neighbors who needed a cool place to rest.

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When I stepped out onto the screened porch I knew if I lived there I would want some comfortable chairs, a table or two and everything needed to enjoy a cup of tea out there. And I would spend a lot of time there with a good book and lots of time just sitting to take in the incredible view.

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Remember the chicken coop I showed you yesterday?

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Look at the view the chicken had from their ‘home’! (The fencing around the trees in the orchard is to protect the trees from the deer.)

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I shared bits and pieces of the working area of the farm yesterday. The barn was huge – I’d never been in a barn so big!

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I wish I had counted the sheep stalls – there were so many.

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The ranch is on the banks of the John Day River. James Cant bought the property across the river for his oldest daughter to homestead and raise sheep. The little cabin he built for her is nestled at the base of the gorgeous hills.

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We enjoyed walking along a path that led past the orchard to the edge of the river.

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Near the river bank we were glad to find a bench in the shade of a big tree. My sweetheart and Joey found their place to rest a bit after the long walk.

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We enjoyed sitting in this peaceful place, listening to the sounds of the orchard and river and a chance to take in the quiet beauty all around us.

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Even Joey!

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This was just the start of our exploration of the John Day Fossil National Monument. Much more waited for us that day – and for several others days ahead. Each of the three locations open to the public has its own personality and unique features. All along the way to and from each place – and wherever we drove and stopped – the beauty of unbelievable rock formations and layers of color waited. When we left the ranch we had only just begun!

Friday, June 11, 2010

Down On The Farm – In Black And White

It’s been a week since we returned from vacation and I still have photos to edit. For some reason that doesn’t make sense to me, I scheduled my week after vacation too full with appointments and commitments. And there are always those things that come up in a week that add to an already hectic schedule. Here’s a sneak peek - bits and pieces - of a wonderful, old, historic sheep farm we visited while we were in Eastern Oregon. Tomorrow I'll share the farm in color. I think you will be amazed by the gorgeous surroundings. I’ll share a bit of the story of the family who made this ranch a place of love and hard work and prosperity.

An old car that carried a family to places unknown. . .

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A cabin that was home to someone from days long ago. . .

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Antlers over the cabin door – a trophy or a welcome sign?

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A chicken coop (wait till you see the view the chickens had from this coop!). . .

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Farm implements – a plow. . .

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A wagon. . .

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And a hay loader.

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The sheep barn. . .

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Sheep shearing stalls. . .

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A nearby shed. . .

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An old tractor. . .

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An old pickup. . .

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And a look back from a trail across the meadow.

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This place captured my heart and imagination and I so wished I could have met the family who lived and worked here. I would have loved to share tea with the lady of the house and hear stories of life there. I’m sure you will enjoy hearing more and seeing the colors we saw all around this quiet place in the country. To be continued. . .