This Lenz family got its start twenty-seven years ago on the 29th day of this month. The world should have taken warning then. It is not our purpose to leave it in the state we found it in. By the grace of God we are going places. Happy Anniversary Daddy and Mama!
Monday, July 25, 2011
The deep summer night had frosted the grass with jewels this morning, and I was slogging through the bed of diamonds back to the house instead of venturing from it. Last night, Daddy proposed an impromptu campout in the back-field. Short adventures of that kind get infectious responses on most occasions in our family. Who can resist a good fire, fresh air, and a front row view of the sunset? The boys and Daddy pitched and batted arcs over the field, (and sometimes over our heads and sometimes into the pig's paddock), with a baseball while we ladies cheered and commented from the fireside. We made firebrands out of our marshmallow sticks and then roasted prodigious numbers of the fluffy sugar bombs into various stages of charcoal. It was proposed we try the same method with a few leftover brats; so we added grease sparks to the night-light of our camp and burnt our fingers and tongues on the most delicious portions of meat I have ever tasted. Crackling and charred on the outside, juicy-sweet on the inside. Every topic of conversation around our campfire is broached with the happy assurance that we have all the time in the world to pursue it, unhurried by the demands of a schedule. Family jokes are laughed at without reserve, nobody worries about the state of their hair, we all wear the same scent (wood smoke and bug-spray), and no-one has to say anything to be a necessary presence in the assembly. I didn't bother taking large numbers of pictures. Once in a while these times are too sacred and precious for the excessive recording of things best painted on the memory alone. Tucked into those loud swishy sleeping bags where every move is a waterfall or an express train, we admonish each-other about the coming hours and say good-night a thousand times in funny sleepy voices until someone forgets to reply in the twilight of wakefulness and we drop off to the roar of bullfrogs and the flickering of our dying fire. God quiets my heart most often when I rest for these short moments of time in His countless blessings of the present common-place. Contentment, I think, is not having things you want, but truly wanting those things which you have with a passion that makes the smallest gifts cause you to worship the Giver. He calls it gratitude.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
The question of Independence had already been exhausted in Congress and it was thought that the issue would simply be put to vote, but not so.
“This morning is assigned the greatest debate of all,… A declaration, that these colonies are free and independent states, has been reported by a committee some weeks ago for that purpose, and this day or tomorrow is to determine it’s fate. May heaven prosper the newborn republic.”
Pictured: Independence Hall in Philadelphia, 1776John Dickenson, of Pennsylvania offered a final appeal that started a debate lasting nine hours. When the preliminary vote was cast 9 out of 13 voted yes. It was decided to postpone the final vote to the morrow.
On this night, the first of 400 British warships were sighted off the coast of New York.
The following morning the final vote was cast and Pennsylvania, South Carolina and Delaware swung towards Independence! The vote is unanimous. July 2, 1776, in Philadelphia, the American colonies declared Independence.
Pictured: The Thirteen ColoniesIn a letter to his wife, Abigail, John Adams writes,
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
This is Charlie just home from the hospital: He had surgery on his wrist involving bone grafting from his hip and is still a bit groggy.
"A merry heart doeth good like medicine..."
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