The Hancock-Henderson Quill, Inc.
Greetings to ever one in Western Illinois and all readers of The Quill.
As harvest is begin'n to reel in after a slow start and delays in the field due to rain and immature crops, I'm a hope'n this column finds ya in a good frame of mind, joyful, and with a spirit of gratitude fer the bountiful harvest that's predicted. Farm reports thus far are predict'n a lot of temporary storage will be seen. Illinois is already show'n some good yields in the south, but the north will bring down the 220 bu. average that was show'n up this past week. Reports is say'n only 5% of Iowa's corn and 9% of their beans are out of the field due to the wet start they're experience'n.
Philosophy Mixed With Wisdom
Food fer thought: the paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways but narrower viewpoints.
We spend more but have less, we buy more but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time.
We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge but less judgment, more experts yet more problems, more medicine but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living but not a life.
We've added years to life, not life to years.
We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor.
We conquered outer space but not inner space.
We've done larger things, not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
We've conquered the atom but not our prejudice.
We write more but learn less.
We plan more but accomplish less.
We've learned to rush but not to wait.
We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships.
These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes.
These are the days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, over weight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom.
A time when technology can bring this column to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.
Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside you.
To be wronged is noth'in unless you continue to remember it.
Nobody holds a good opinion of a man who has a low opinion of self.
If the power to do hard work is not a skill, it's the best substitute for it.
Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.
The best sermons are lived, not preached.
Don't judge folks by their relatives.
Don't interfere with somethin' that ain't botherin' you none.
If'n ya finds yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin'.
Sometimes ya get, and sometimes ya get got.
Good judgment comes from experience, and a lotta that comes from bad judgment.
Leave the rest to God.
And finally, a feller once said:
When I was
1 years old: my daddy could do anything.
3 years old: my daddy knew a whole lot.
5 years old: my dad was smarter than your dad.
8 years old: My dad knew exactly everything.
10 years old: In the olden days when my dad grew up things were sure different.
12 years old: Oh well, dad doesn't know anything about that. He is too old to remember his childhood.
15 years old: Don't pay any attention to my dad. He is so old-fashioned.
21 years old: Him? He is hopelessly out of date.
25 years old: Dad knows a little bit about it, but then he should because he's been around so long.
30 years old: Maybe we should ask dad what he thinks. After all, he's had a lot of experience.
35 years old: I'm not doing a single thing until I talk to dad.
40 years old: I wonder how dad would have handled it. He was so wise and had a world of experience.
50 years old: I'd give anything if'n dad were here now so we could talk it over.
Too bad I didn't appreciate how smart he was. I could have learned a lot from him.
We're keep'n all those folks in the hospital and nurse'n homes in our prayers and say'n a prayer for those brave soldiers defend'n our country and freedoms.
There ya has it then, there's no more fer this column. I hopes your thought process has been provoked.
Hope'n to see ya in church this week.
Where ever ya is, what ever ya be a do'n, "BE A GOOD ONE!"
Keep on Smile'n
Catch ya later