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Greetings to ever one in western Illinois and to all readers of The Quill. I'm a hope'n all enjoyed the weather we has a been have'n. We shore enough has much to be thankful fer.
Heritage Days - Dure'n Heritage Days, this past weekend, I took a tour up north and visited two museums. One at Raritan, the Henderson County Museum, and the other at Biggsville, the Horse and Buggy Museum. The Raritan Museum is run by the Cooks, mostly, and the Biggsville Museum by the Weibels.
Both museums are quality productions and worthy of anyone's time to explore. Ya is a miss'n two real 'jewels' of Henderson County if'n ya hasn't explored them lately.
A fine museum can be found in Oquawka, as well. It is enterest'n to see some of the history on button make'n. Andy and Rosalee Melvin was help'n in a stand up there and have'n folk guess at kernels of corn on one of their ears raised on their farm.
The Amish had a couple stands up there as well, one of which was sell'n home made ice cream manfactured by a hiss and puff antique John Deere one cylinder engine. MMM...that was good.
Attack on Religion-I'm told a new series is out called '"Breaking Amish". Its a reality TV show that follows the lives of five young Amish and Mennonite men and women who 'give up horses and buggies' fer New York City's taxis, subways and air pollution.
The show joins modern secularism in cheer'n fer 'liberation' from religion and the tyranny of faith. It is a one sided, slanted look at something they barely understand and certainly misrepresent in many respects.
This show joins an avalanche of antagonists attack'n religion, especially fundamentalist religion. That is, with he exception of the Muslim faith, which if'n it were approached in the same manner of animosity and hostility as they approach Christianity, there would be lives threatened and perhaps an ambassador or two killed, burned, and drug thru the streets.
Of course, that's the real difference of the two faiths. Christ's love and the Holy Bible under the new covenant does not allow fer such activity.
One person recently told of leave'n the church when they went to college and became a form of atheism that required no special membership. It seemed to preserve the strength of the individual. While relationships were developed with girlfriends, school friends, professors, it was hoped to provide a balanced life. Nothing could be further from the truth.
While many of those relationships were good, they largely were fleet'n at best. That is they increased or shriveled in reply to the chang'in mileage betwixt them.
Life became a lonely place, bound to noth'in but what was bound themselves to. Worry became constant that those ties would not be last'n enough.
And fer the next generation it only became worse. Remorse fell upon the individual that they deprived the next generation of the quality of life enjoyed by their parents in their youth.
A quality of life with closeness of family and community. Comfort in have'n close relationships with community and church members. The beauty of simple things in life was miss'n, replaced by a harried, rushed, tense, and unforgive'n world of the "Big City".
It is enterest'n that any reality show would overlook the forgiveness and charity the Amish had when their school house children were slaughtered a few years back. They could compare that to the Muslim folk who went on a rampage over a you tube production. Although, the CIA now sez that was not the case. The rampage, we are told, was a well thought out and planned act of terrorism against infidel Americans. Pent of rage was allowed to flow inspite of any religious prohibitions.
Well, maybe instead of be'n entertained by a bias attack on any particular religion, perhaps we should mourn unbridled secular attacks today on religion that would not be tolerated a few years back.
Sunday Clothes-On a lighter note, I'm told a little boy was walk'n down a dirt road after church one Sunday afternoon when he came to a crossroads where he met a little girl com'in from the others direction.
"Howdy", replied the little girl. "Where are ya goin?" asked the little boy.
"I've been to church this morn'in and I'm on my way home," answered the little girl.
"I'm also on my way home from church. "Which church do ya go to?" asked the little boy.
"I go to the Baptist Church back down the road," replied the little girl. "What about you?""I go to the Methodist Church back at the top of the hill," replied the little boy.
They quickly discovered that they was both go'in the same way so they decided to walk together. They came to a low spot in the road where spring rains had partially flooded the road. There was no way that they could get across to the other side without gett'n wet.
"If'n I gets my new Sunday dress wet, my Ma's gonna skin me alive", said the little girl.
"My Ma's gonna tan my hide, too, if'n I gets my new Sunday suit wet," replied the little boy.
"I spect what I'm a gonna have to do, said the little girl, "is pull off all my clothes and hold them high over my head and wade across."
"That a good idea," replied the little boy. I'm a gonna do the same thing with my suit."
So, they both in youthful innocence undressed completely and waded across to the other side without gett'in their clothes wet. They were a stand'in there in the sun wait'in to drip dry before putt'in their clothes back on, when the little boy finally remarked: "Ya know, I never realized before just how much difference there really is betwixt a METHODIST and a BAPTIST!!!
Where ever ya are, what ever ya are a do'n, Be A Good One.
Don't forget church next weekend.
Keep on Smile'n
Catch ya later