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My Colonial States Trip~Part 12

4 Feb

A Slice of Life

 Bill Lites

Bill Stars Plane

The next day I misread the opening time for the B & O Railroad Museum in Baltimore, MD so I was an hour early getting there. I parked in the museum’s free parking lot, and took the free “Charm City Circulator” bus to the Baltimore Inner Harbor. Since I had toured aboard other U.S. Navy ships and submarines, I only went aboard the USS Constellation. I did take photos and checked out the USCGC Taney, the submarine USS Tork, and the Lightship Chesapeake, but saved the time going aboard those ships, for another museum down the road that day. While waiting for the bus back to the B & O Railroad Museum, I struck up a conversation with a very nice lady who was on her way to work, and helped me with the number of the bus I would need to catch for my trip back to the RR museum, and my car.

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The B & O Railroad Museum is located in the old Monte Clare Station, and with its adjacent roundhouse, was part of the original Monte Clare Shops begun in 1829. The Shops are considered to be the oldest railroad manufacturing complex in the United States. The museum is massive, and has one of the world’s largest collections of 19th century rolling stock. The museum was also the site which received the first telegraph message, “What hath God wrought?” sent from Washington, D.C. to Baltimore, MD on May 24, 1844 using Samuel Morse’s new telegraph invention.

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Next I took a quick drive north a few miles to visit the Glenn L. Martin Aviation Museum in Middle River, MD which was a small museum with only a dozen or so outside static display aircraft. I hadn’t planned to stay long (the Robert Frost poem comes to mind again), but I was their only customer and their very knowledgeable tour guide was a little long-winded with nothing else to do. I immediately realized I was trapped. I was afraid he was going to explain all about each of the 20,000 photos covering the walls of the small museum area and finally asked him if I could see the museum’s airplanes. He had to drive me to the static displays and started telling me all about each of the airplanes, and I was trapped again. They had two B-57 aircraft on static display, and I recorded the tail numbers so I could ask my friend Larry when I back to Titusville, if he had flown in either of them, during his time in the U.S. Air Force. I finally convinced him to take me back to my car so I could get on to the next stop. I’m sure I could have learned a lot if I had not been on such a tight time schedule that day.

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Now I headed south around Chesapeake Bay to visit the U.S. Naval Academy Museum in Annapolis, MD which is located in the Preble Hall, just inside the Naval Academy premises. I parked and had to walk thru a security check point, and show my ID, in order to access the museum. The museum is a maritime museum started in 1845 and traces U.S. Naval history in the form of three dimensional artwork, paintings, model ships, uniforms and metals exhibits in its four galleries.

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—–To Be Continued—–

Reading the Bible Together

2 Feb

My Take

DiVoran Lites

Author, Poet and ArtistA few weeks ago our two adult Sunday School teachers sort of retired. After twenty years of teaching, it was time for something new. Our pastor’s wife said we were all saturated in the Bible, and it was true. At first we just talked, but to me it seemed we were saying the same things over and over. They were the best things you could say, full of faith and hope, but still…

Bill and I recalled a time when we were in a Bible study where we all sat in a circle and read the Bible aloud in segments – the reader might make comments. Anyone could comment. Nearly the whole church attended that study. It was a very small church; we turned on porch lights and read on porches or read in living rooms. We all loved it. One time when we were at our house it suddenly grew cold and not wanting to re-locate everybody I ran into the house and found sixteen sweaters for the men and women who had come.

The idea to read with the present group was one of those out of the blue ideas that just seemed right. When I presented it to the group, though, (there are six regulars) there didn’t seem to be much interest. I missed the following week because of a bad cold, but Bill said they wanted to discuss it after all. After quite a bit of discussion, they decided to begin with the book of Acts. Today was our first time of reading together. Most of us had read the introduction and the first chapter and were ready with comments. Bill said he’d read first, but Norma asked if she could share something first. I was astonished when she read, from the introduction, and I recognized the exact word she was reading. Here’s why: I chose to bring my J. B. Phillips New Testament translation. I have loved it since I first bought it (on Bill’s dad’s recommendation) in 1962. I had covered it several times, and although I had not thought about it for a while, I wanted to share the oh-so accessible translation with my friends. Strangely that was the same book Norma had chosen to bring as well. We have a lot of translations among us. I was so pleased that God was directing with what we sometimes think of as coincidences.

 

Anyhow, there were many such serendipities as we read and discussed. We all felt the ministrations of the Holy Spirit among us as we received new information, revelation and insight.

You probably already know this; I don’t know how I missed it all these years, but Dr. Luke, who wrote the gospel, also wrote The Acts of the Apostles. Apparently he was present for the experiences of Acts and took notes. Dr. Phillips said he might have planned a third book as well. I can’t wait to hear what else God has to share with us as we go along. The unity is so beautiful; we have no argument and no disagreement, just the sweet, sweet spirit.

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“My dear Theophilus,

In my first book, I gave you some account of all that Jesus began to do and teach until the time of his ascension…” The Acts of the Apostles, chapter 1 verse 1.

Tennis Anyone?

1 Feb

SUNDAY MEMORIES

Judy Wills

JUDY

As a child, it seems like I was always pretty active. I mean, back in that day, we didn’t have a TV to watch all day long, nor a computer or iPhone to keep us entertained. We were outside most of the time, with our friends and those of us in the neighborhood just playing our hearts out.

I remember being in elementary school and playing tether ball. I was actually pretty good at it – even beating some of the boys! That was fun!

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And then there was the school field day – where there were races and high jump and broad jump. I think I remember getting a blue ribbon for the broad jump one or two years.

However, when I got to high school, we had to choose between sports and music. And music won out for me. So I went into the chorus program, rather than PE. Of course, most of the popular girls were in sports, cheerleading, etc. But that didn’t bother me. I just loved that music so much.

Then came college. I attend Eastern New Mexico University (ENMU) for one semester and had to take PE. Since I came from a land-locked state, I had never had the proximity of large lakes or rivers or oceans, so I chose to take swimming. I passed the class, but it was by the skin of my teeth!

When I transferred to the University of New Mexico (UNM) in Albuquerque, I thought to take up tennis. My parents surprised me with my first tennis racket. It was the greatest thing – wooden frame and all! That’s all there was at that time. I found that I really LOVED to play tennis! I think I had a pretty good rhythm for it – since I have the music background, and rhythm is everything!

So, feeling very sure of myself, I took Fred out to play a match – and he beat me!! That is soooo not nice! It’s especially not nice, since golf is really his game. (I actually tried one time to play golf, but gave it up. I was using Fred’s clubs and was so afraid of breaking the clubs that I swung at the ball more than I hit it. I thought for sure that he would kill me if I damaged his clubs!)

When we were stationed in Florida (Tyndall AFB, Panama City), I was involved with a Wive’s Club league. I played with them for about four years. When I arrived one morning, there was a man wanting to play some tennis, and the girls told him that one of their “best players” would be there shortly – and pointed to me. He and I played for a while, and he complimented me on my play, but said I had a “baby” serve. After that I took lessons to improve my serve.

But all good things must come to an end – and so did tennis for me. I hadn’t played in a while and tried to play in a “league” set up by our church. When I realized how badly my knees were hurting, that’s when I knew that I needed to stop playing.

But I must say that it didn’t stop me from watching. I just devour anything tennis I can find on the TV. We watch all of the major tournaments – the Australian Open is on right now, and I’m lovin’ it.

Through the years we’ve had our favorite – and most unfavorite – players. They have come and gone, as well. I am distressed to find that women’s tennis has become a screaming match – who can scream the loudest? Nothing classy about it at all – not like when Chris Evert and Margaret Court and Yvonne Goolagong were playing. Now THOSE were classy players! I can understand a “woof” of air after hitting ball, but a screech? I usually have to watch women’s tennis with the mute button on.

But that doesn’t stop me from watching – and screaming (inside my head, of course) for my favorite player to win!

Men's Doubles match - John Newcombe_Tony Roche vs. Casal_Hocevar

 

This picture was taken when we stopped at Wimbledon in 1983 – on our way home from Germany.  We were in the nose-bleed-standing-room-only area.  But it was still exciting for us.

 

 

 

Stressed Out? Try Humor

30 Jan

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

Louise Gibson

 

 

Humor is good medicine;

It has the power to heal.

You can’t laugh and remain sad;

Good endorphins you will reveal.

 

The Lord is our Heavenly Physician-

He advised “Be of good cheer”

“Lord, I can endure all things

As long as You are near.”

 

I have learned to accept myself

with all of my limitations and flaws-

“When I raise my sights to you, Lord,

My inner self is filled with “awes”.

 

(   A  laugh-at-myself analysis )

 

I was born a duck,

so I quack like a duck.

Yes, that “quack” came  out of me..

No matter how I envision myself a swan-

A duck I will always be!

 

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Ducks hanging out in the herbs

 

 

 

My Colonial States Trip~Part 11

28 Jan

A Slice of Life
Bill Lites

Bill Red Spot Plane

Somehow I missed the turn (or maybe I wasn’t paying attention) outside of Harrisburg and ended up on I-81 (south) instead of following US #15 (south). This caused me to miss getting to visit the Gettysburg Train Museum and the Gettysburg Battlefield Museum, both of which I’m sure I would have enjoyed. It wasn’t until I came upon the Maryland Welcome Station that I realized what had happened, and by then it was too late in the day to go back, so I just kept on trucking. Just down the road I stopped to check out the Hagerstown Air Museum in Hagerstown, MD where I learned that several of the WW II USAAF training and transport aircraft were built by Fairchild Aircraft in 1some of the hangers where the museum’s aircraft are now housed. Among notable aircraft built by Fairchild during and shortly after WWII included the PT-19/PT-23/PT-26 Cornell trainers, the AT-21 Gunner twin-engine trainer, the C-61 Argus (For the RAF), and the C-82 Packet, C-119 Flying Boxcar and the C-123 Provider cargo planes. The museum wasn’t officially open, but one of the guys working at the airport hangar (where “Greta” delivered me) agreed to show me the museum’s aircraft collection and tell me a little about Fairchild’s roll in wartime Hagerstown.

Next I headed southeast to visit the National Museum of Civil War Medicine in Frederic, MD which was a disturbing and visually graphic education of primitive methods of 2medical treatment used on the fighting men during the Civil War. It is surprising to me that as many men as did, survived their treatments, surgeries and amputations during that war. I guess the main reason for their survival rate was that they were young and healthy when they went into the war. It makes one appreciate modern medical practices such as the advances in cleanliness, antiseptics, surgical applications and especially prosthetics technology.

When I first arrived at the museum, I couldn’t see any place to park, as there were businesses on both sides of the street and signs were posted as “Commercial Loading Zones.” There were cars parked in those loading zones, on both sides of the street, so I stopped in 3front of the museum just long enough to go in and ask where to park. I couldn’t have been in the museum more than 3 or 4 minutes, but when I came out to move my car I had a parking ticket and the writer of that ticket was nowhere to be seen. He/she must have been lurking in some doorway, close by, just waiting for me to walk away from my car, because the ticket was a computer print-out with a “lot” of automobile information that had to have been observed and entered into their hand-held device. Man, was that fast! Needless to say, that was a costly museum visit.

Next on my list, as I continued east, was The Firehouse Museum in Ellicott, MD which was closed that day. As you can see from the photo below, the museum is very small and is only open on Saturdays and Sundays. The museum is located in the very first Ellicott volunteer firehouse, which was built in 1889, and served as the town meeting hall, among other things, over the years. Then it was on east to Laurel, MD for dinner and the motel for the night.

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—–To Be Continued—–

Communicating With God

26 Jan

My Take

DiVoran Lites

 

Author, Poet and ArtistMany years ago, when we attended Park Avenue Church a man came to speak. His way of doing things changed many lives – mine was one.

Mark Virkler teaches people to communicate with God, just as our Pastor Peter Lord always has and does. I’m so deeply grateful. The thing about communing with God is that He knows each of us as an individual. No one else’s knowledge of Him is ever going to be exactly the same as mine and vice-versa.

(One caveat – I must be willing to launch myself into the water and swim with my imagination. Later I can read it back, or if I’m feeling insecure, I can read it to someone I trust spiritually and see if they confirm that it was God speaking. Also, of course not all my or your communications will be about praise or music. They will be about anything you or I, or the Father wish to discuss.)

God: Beloved, I’m building a road right through the ocean and through the pounding waves so that you may walk on dry land. Forget about what has happened, don’t keep going over old history. Jesus already knows all about your weaknesses and has set them aside as healing projects for the two of you to do together.

Be alert. Be present. I’m about to do something new in you. It’s bursting out. Don’t you see it? It has to do with your learning to praise me and also with your being able to accept my praise of you and of what you do for me. Yes, what you do counts, and yes, I acknowledge it. I don’t just keep asking more and more of you. It’s like a beautiful dance, and it goes on all your life.

Me: Father, is there anything you want to tell me about your new plans for me?

God: Stand by. Whenever you begin to feel your weaknesses as you did yesterday, just remember that I have already forgiven you, and you need to forgive yourself for all imperfect acts and thoughts. The best way to do that is to praise me. I need and want your praise as much as you need and want water to drink. You need my praise, too.

Me: Please will you give me motivation and inspiration to please you – perhaps a small routine – something to trigger my memory and get me going.

God: You may play the Gaither sites on your Pandora stations more. That will be a big help to you. Those singers and musicians are part of my praise team, and they have spent their entire lives praising me in the very best ways possible. They are my modern-day beacons and examples of what I want and what I want you to do. Do you recall the times I have asked you to sing the songs I’ve given you?

(Reader, remember, this is my message, yours will be different. He wouldn’t expect you to follow music in your private life that doesn’t resonate with you.)

Me: Yes, knowing you want me to sing thrills me.

God: All right now, my dear, just put on any praise stations you like and sing along. It will be good for your breath – your inspiration and fine for your muscles and energy tone – your motivation.

Me: It’s strange, Lord, but I think I got away from praise songs because they seemed to jazz me up too much.

God: They can do that. I don’t mean for you to stay over-stimulated all the time. There is a time for action and a time for rest. Don’ worry you won’t lose control.

Me: Oh, ha, ha, Lord, I see what you mean. I’m always afraid that if I get excited and too happy, I’ll make a fool of myself or disgust somebody. You know that, don’t you?

God: Of course. I know everything about you. I’m not the one who got after you about being, “a lady.” The world did that to you. You are well-disciplined – don’t worry. Don’t worry about your singing voice, either. Don’t worry about being thought, “loud.” Wouldn’t you enjoy singing with the Gaither’s?

Me: Yes, indeed, I would. I’m looking forward to the new plan. Thank you, Lord.

God: You’re welcome. Thank you, too.

If you’d like to know more about communing with God check out http://www.cwgministries.org/

 

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An Amazing Adventure~Part 14

25 Jan

SUNDAY MEMORIES

Judy Wills

JUDY

 

After our venture into the mountains, we drove back to Denver. We parked and walked some of the downtown area. It is a lovely city. We walked through Lincoln Park.

 

We saw, across the way, the County Courthouse, decked out with pink ribbons on the columns.

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We saw a statue memorial to a Medal of Honor Recipient from World War 2;

 

we saw a cowboy and an Indian warrior.

 

We saw bronze statues,

 

and the library, and a cow!

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In front of Katie Mullins bar were some bagpipers.

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We went through the library and were fascinated by it. Very modern. It was of great interest to Karen, as she is a librarian in her hometown. We rode the downtown bus—free—for several blocks, just to take in some of the town, and the architecture.

Finally, tuckered out, we drove back to the hotel. Actually, we stopped at the Texas Roadhouse Grill for supper. The food was really good, but there was an enormous amount of it! We were stuffed! Then back to the hotel to pack and sleep.

The next morning, we checked out of the hotel, then went back to Rosie’s Diner for one more breakfast. Then Karen and Brian drove us to the airport, where we said our goodbyes to them. We then flew home. Karen and Brian had most of the day to do with, and they made a full day of it.

So, as you can see, the whole thing really was an A…M…A…Z…I…N…G adventure! One we would happily repeat!

As promised, one last word about the friends we stayed with our second night (I invite you to revisit my November 2, 2014 post).

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Ruth Anne and I have known each other since early childhood. We both lived in New Mexico: she was in Deming, and I was in Albuquerque – about a four-hour’s drive apart. Our fathers played college basketball together in Louisiana (early 1920’s). We are fairly convinced that her father was partly responsible for bringing my father to Albuquerque. I would spend weeks in Deming in the summers with her, and she would spend weeks in Albuquerque with me. We met up with her and her husband while studying at Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary in Fort Worth, Texas, in the early-to-mid 1960’s. Charles went on to become a pastor, while Fred went into the Air Force. We visited with them and their family once when we were all living in Kansas. After their daughters were grown and away from home, Charles and Ruth Anne went to the mission field, in Malaysia. They were invited back recently by the Malaysian Christians to help them. They are absolutely lovely people, and we rejoice that our family has stayed connected with them all these years.

~~~~~~~FINALLY…..The End…of an AMAZING adventure!~~~~~~~

 

 

 

The whole earth is filled with awe at Your wonders…..

Psalm 65:8

When I Wake in the Morning

23 Jan

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

Louise Gibson

 

The natural flight of the human mind is not from

pleasure to pleasure,

but from hope to hope.

Samuel Johnson

 

Lord, when I wake up in the morning

my first thought is of you.

This  day is truly a blessing-

What would you have me to do?

 

The day may be disguised as ordinary,

but extraordinary things happen with you.

You are our reason for living, Lord

We find our purpose and strength in You.

THE DAY MAY BE DISGUISED AS ORDINARY

 

Old Things R New Blogger Dinner

22 Jan

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

I'm a winner

Our Old Things R New annual blogger dinner was last night. I spent the week looking forward to  the laughter and fellowship. As I thought about the blog and the wonderful people I blog with, I realized again how blessed  I was and I wanted to do something to  recognize their work and faithfulness. My daughter, Rebekah suggested certificates. At first, I balked, but as I thought about it, I grew to like the idea. It was something I could create  for them.

Since we don’t all live in the same town, we met at a High Tide Harry’s Seafood restaurant. It’s location was convenient for those coming from the east and the ones from the south.photo

We started the dinner off talking hard and fast. It was a challenge to  find an open moment to say a few words about the blog and give them a quick overview of the progress we have made. Our goal has always been to write and share, having readers is a lovely bonus. Our one disappointment was that our blogger/poetess, Louise Gibson  did not feel well enough to attend.

I had been looking forward to this dinner all  week and it did not disappoint So here is our “official” blogger dinner photo. (subject to change if someone took a better photo)

Fred (husband of Judy) Divoran,Bill, Judy, me and Janet

Fred (husband of Judy) Divoran,Bill, Judy, me and Janet

I held off giving out the certificates until the dinner was over . I mean how can you hold  a certificate and eat at the same time? I almost waited too long because suddenly everyone was leaving!  I went for drama and cried STOP!  It was fun giving them out and each one had a gold seal of thanks on it. Since Louise wasn’t able to attend I decided to post a photo of her certificate.  We were pleased her daughters joined us. as well as my husband and daughter. We really are a blogger family.

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I’m already looking forward to next year’s dinner.

Here is a quiz for you. Match the award to the blogger. I already gave you one free!

Most Comments

Most Adventourous

Most Nostalgic

Most Inspriational

Most Viewed

Leave your guesses in comments and you just may win a prize!!

ps…. If I had created an award for myself it would have been Most Procrastinating!

My Colonial States Trip~Part 10

21 Jan

A Slice of Life

Bill Lites

Bill Lites

 

It was getting late, so I drove over to Hershey World which was really on my list for the next day, but I had checked the hours of operation before the trip, and I thought they were supposed to be open until 11:00 pm daily. My first clue that something was amiss was that their huge parking lot was almost empty. Well, when I got there, I found out they have different operating hours on different days of the week, as well as different months of the year! I hadn’t researched their operating hours thorough enough, and by now it was 5:45 pm and they were due to close at 6:00 pm that day. As I walked into the lobby, I saw the entrance to the Hershey’s Great American Chocolate Tour Ride and asked the lady if it was too late for a tour. She said, “Not at all, step aboard.” So I did. On their moving tour chair, I got to see how the cocoa bean is processed from the tropical rainforest to Hershey, PA and is transformed from a bean into the many forms of Hershey’s famous chocolate. That was all I needed to do there, as DiVoran had instructed me NOT to buy any chocolate for her because of her diet. That evening, for dinner, I treated myself to another one of my very favorites; a “Southwest Specialty Burger” at Fuddruckers in Harrisburg, PA before heading for the motel to relax and write-up my notes about the day’s activities.

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The next morning I drove the 15 miles back over to Hershey, PA to visit the Antique Auto Club of America Museum, and what a collection they have there. The AACA’s collection of vehicles includes such rare early autos as a 1895 Chicago Motor Benton Harbor, a 1896 Ford quadricycle, a 1897 Aldrich Autobuggy, a 1905 Paragon Roadster, a 1917 Pierce-Arrow Model 38 Runabout and even a 1924 REO Funeral Hearse. I was simply amazed at this fine collection of early means of transportation. They even had the Hershey Kissmobile parked out front under the portico. This was one of the finest antique auto museums I had ever seen.

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Next I went back into downtown Harrisburg to visit the Pennsylvania National Fire Museum where I saw how the firemen lived and worked, and also some of the equipment they used during the early 1800s. The museum is housed in the 1899 Victorian firehouse used by the Reily Hose Company No. 10 and features an outstanding collection of artifacts and equipment including an early hand-drawing pump wagon and other firefighting equipment used over the years. This was where the tour guide told me about how the term “Fire Plug” came about. Seems as how, in the early days, the water mains were made of wood, and held together with metal straps. These water mains were buried underground and when there was a fire in the vicinity, the firemen had to dig down to the water main, drill a hole in the pipe and install a hose adapter. When they were finished with the hose adapter, they removed it and inserted a wooden ”Plug” in the hole before covering up the pipe and marking the “Plug” location for future use. I wonder how that process morphed into what we knew when I was a kid as a “Fire Plug” or better known today as a “Fire Hydrant?” How is that for a piece of firefighting trivia?

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—–To Be Continued—–