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Time starts now

by chuckofish

How was your weekend? Mine was very pleasant, although it rained all day Saturday.

Between traveling and work, I had seen very little of daughter #1 over the last few weeks, so it was great to catch up with her…wine time at Glen Echo on Friday, estate sale-ing on Saturday and a late lunch at the Village Bar. All our favorite things. We took Mr. Smith for his weekly shampoo and then had wine time at my house.

We watched Bullitt (1968), which you will recall was the movie the OM and I always watched on Valentine’s Day.

Wasn’t that nice of her?

Of course, the movie was great as always, really cutting edge for 1968. We LOL’d as always during the chase through San Francisco as the Charger and the Mustang race past the slow-moving green VW four times. (Frank Keller won the editing Oscar for this movie!) Another of my favorite scenes is when Bullitt, Bennett, Chalmers, and Baker gather around the telecopier as the passport applications arrive. Only Steve can make watching the fax machine riveting cinema. This time we noticed that frequently during the course of the film Lt. Bullitt is asked a direct question and he gives no response. As daughter #1 commented, “He speaks with his eyeballs.” His lack of response has great effect. When he does respond, major impact–especially when he says, “Bulls–t” to Robert Vaughn’s face toward the denouement of the film. Perhaps this is a good lesson for us all.

I went to church by myself on Sunday (the boy has the flu now) and heard a good sermon on Joshua 5:13-15. Are you for the Lord? Our goal is not to conform God to us, but for us to conform to God. It reminded me of that time during the Civil War President Lincoln was reportedly asked whether God was on the side of the Union. He replied, “My concern is not whether God is on our side,” Lincoln responded. “My greatest concern is to be on God’s side, for God is always right.” Touché. He was probably thinking of Joshua, because he knew his Bible backwards and forwards.

We finished up our Intro to Covenant class, which I really enjoyed. It never ceases to amaze me how whenever I am sitting alone before class, someone always comes and sits next to me. When I first went to that church I didn’t know a single person there. Now I know lots of people. Praise the Lord.

And I’m with the Madcaps:

Have a good week! There are definite signs of spring if you look!

Daughter #1 has a big DAR event today–our annual George Washington Commemoration Event on President’s Day at Lafayette Park–so keep her in your prayers. I am serving as the chapter chaplain, so I’ll be giving the benediction–there’s a first time for everything!

I’m driving my life away.

by marycompton

Happy Friday! I have had quite the week. And really last week was quite the week too. But it’s all good. This weekend I had double DAR-duty but I had to cancel our chapter meeting because the meeting location goofed up the dates and then our speaker got the flu! I still have to lead our President’s Day event in Lafayette Park on Monday. Once that is complete it will be serious Wine Time.

While I was driving back from Illinois two weeks ago, I got a hilarious idea for a blog post. My mother wrote about listening to the Springfield country station—but the trick is to listen to real out state country stations. You’ll hear the most random old songs—and somehow know all the words.

I had no idea that I could identify Eddie Rabbit. And somehow, I knew this song. Don’t ask me how.

I surprised myself even more when I didn’t swerve off the highway lol-in over this song. And I was able to properly identify the artist. I mean, who else could it be but the Oak Ridge Boys.

So, yes, out state country radio stations really are the best. But in Illinois they come and go too quickly!

Also, here’s some Mr. Smith for you. I got a new chair last weekend and he’s a fan.

“But sing, poet, in our name; sing of the love we bore him”*

by chuckofish

Today we celebrate the birthday of Abraham Lincoln (1809-65). Before becoming President, Lincoln served four terms in the Illinois House of Representatives for Sangamon County. Every time I cross into Sangamon County on my way to Mahomet, I think of that. (Also it makes me happy to cross the Sangamon River four times on my way to my destination.)

Lincoln was largely self-educated. It is said that at home he read the Bible and Pilgrim’s Progress–the only books in the house. You could do a lot worse. He never went to college or law school. Back in the day, that didn’t hold one back.

Some members of the educated elite of the time looked down on our 16th President. His enemies in the press called him terrible names and were embarrassed by what they perceived sophisticated Europeans thought of him. They made fun of his looks. Some things never change.

President Ulysses Grant was not the main speaker when Abraham Lincoln’s tomb was dedicated on Oct. 15, 1874. He was asked to deliver the official dedication address, but declined, feeling that he was incapable of doing justice to the memory of the illustrious dead. He did, however, give a short speech at the ceremony, which was attended by an estimated 25,000 people.

Here is the full text of Grant’s speech, as reported by the Illinois State Journal on Oct. 16,1874.

Mr. Chairman, Ladies and Gentlemen:

On an occasion like the present I feel it a duty on my part to bear testimony to the great and good qualities of the patriotic man whose earthly remains rest beneath the monument now being dedicated. It was not my fortune to make the personal acquaintance of Mr. Lincoln until the last year of the great struggle for national existence.

During the three years of doubting and despondency among the many patriotic men of the country, Abraham Lincoln never for a moment doubted but that the final result would be in favor of peace, union and freedom to every race in this broad land. His faith in an All-wise Providence directing our arms to this final result was the faith of the Christian that his Redeemer liveth.

Amidst obloquy, personal abuse, and hate undisguised, and which was given vent to without restraint through the press, upon the stump, and in private circles, he remained the same staunch, unyielding servant of the people, never exhibiting a revengeful feeling towards his traducers, but he rather pitied them and hoped for their own sake, and the good name of their posterity, that they might desist. For a single moment it did not occur to him that the man Lincoln was being assailed, but that a treasonable spirit, one willing to destroy the existence of the freest government the sun ever shined upon, was giving vent to itself as the Chief Executive of the nation, only because he was such executive. As a lawyer in your midst he would have avoided all this slander – for his life was a pure and simple one – and no doubt would have been a much happier man, but who can tell what might have been the fate of the Nation but for the pure, unselfish and wise administration of a Lincoln?

From March 1864 to the day when the hand of the assassin opened a grave for Mr. Lincoln, then President of the United States, my personal relations with him were as close and intimate as the nature of our respective duties would permit. To know him personally was to love and respect him for his great qualities of heart and head, and for his patience and patriotism.

With all his disappointments from failures on the part of those to whom he had intrusted command, and treachery on the part of those who had gained his confidence but to betray it, I never heard him utter a complaint, nor cast a censure for bad conduct or bad faith. It was his nature to find excuses for his adversaries.

In his death the nation lost its greatest hero. In his death the South lost its most just friend.

(Original content of the text of the speech copyright Sangamon County Historical Society.)

Abraham Lincoln and Ulysses Grant–the best.

*Walt Whitman, “Hush’d be the Camps To-Day”

That vs. this

by chuckofish

As you can see, the snow is mostly all gone except where those big piles are slowly melting.

Yesterday I didn’t wear a coat when I went out to lunch! (Of course, as to be expected, there were people out and about wearing shorts and t-shirts, but that’s ridiculous!)

Here is John Piper talking about aging, which I find very relevant and you might too. “Between now and the moment we die, we are walking into an unknown country. No matter how many steps you have taken to make it feel secure, it’s not — not in this world.”

“For age is opportunity no less
Than youth itself, though in another dress,
And as the evening twilight fades away
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.”

–Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Gracious God my heart renew; make my spirit right and true*

by chuckofish

Well, I had a swell time visiting the prairie girls (and boy). We stayed inside except for a quick walk around the block and a trip to church on Sunday. But I got to hold the bud a lot…

We read a lot of books…

…and we played with a lot of Magna Tiles (which can be very frustrating)…

We watched some of the Olympics and Katie and Ida think they would be good at snowboarding…

I was impressed that she included those slalom flags in her drawing.

I enjoyed visiting their church on Sunday which was packed. It is a very different vibe than my church–lots of U of I students. (They have an active RUF chapter.) We heard a good sermon:

(Katie’s sermon notes)

I drove home in the speedwagon on Monday morning after DN gassed it up and procured a Polar Pop for me. I listened to the Springfield country station and was a little shocked by the current songs–all whiskey, bars and loose women–but this one by Morgan Wallen had a clever twist.

Yeah, the night I said, “I’m leavin’,” I turned into Richard Petty
Broke my heart, so I got even in my ’97 Chevy
Now I’m walkin’ on this water mixed with Johnnie Walker Black
There’s a lotta reasons I ain’t Jesus, but the main one is that

I ain’t comin’ back
Oh, no, no, I ain’t comin’ back

When I got closer to STL I switched to Joy99.

Now it is Tuesday and I am discombobulated about what day it is. C’est la vie. Have a good one!

*Scottish Psalter (after Psalm 51)

Red sky at morning

by chuckofish

The sunrise yesterday was amazing! There is still a lot of snow on the ground from our big storm two weeks ago, but it is warming up and that’s a good thing.

I am heading up to Mahomet tomorrow to spend a few days with the prairie girls.

Hopefully I will get a chance to hold the baby.

Have a good weekend. Pray for travel mercies for me!

Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go. (Joshua 1:9)

And, hey, you go, Tim Allen!

The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence; not in silence, but restraint.*

by chuckofish

Today we remember American poet Marianne Moore (b. 1887) who died on this day in 1972. Moore was born in Kirkwood, Missouri in the manse of the Presbyterian Church where her maternal grandfather, John Riddle Warner, served as pastor. By the time of her death, she had received many honorary degrees and virtually every honor available to an American poet. She was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature. The New York Times printed a full-page obituary.

Like her mother and her brother, Moore remained a devoted Presbyterian throughout her life. I spent a pleasant afternoon yesterday reading her poetry. Here’s one: The Past is the Present

So look up at the sky on this beautiful day, read a poem, embrace the silence.

*From the poem “Silence”–read the whole poem here.

Mid-week musings

by chuckofish

The temps reached above freezing yesterday so the snow started to melt. We have some big snow banks though and they will be with us for some time. C’est la vie.

I spent a stressful and irritating day yesterday gathering tax information and digitally transferring it to my accountants. I couldn’t help thinking of Mary Tyler Moore and her shoe box full of receipts and how the accountant (or was it a tax auditor?) was so impressed with her organization. How times have changed.

(Isn’t it amazing how I can remember that show but can’t remember what I watched last night?)

This is super sad. “The attention-span crisis goes to the movies.” Why does anyone even bother to go to college anymore?

On that note I think I’ll watch a slow-moving, two-hour, old black-and-white movie.

Perfection.

So read an old book, watch an old movie, call an old friend.

And Lottie got braces!

Thought for the day

by chuckofish

I found this clipping in a box of my parent’s things. It seems like something my Boston grandmother would have cut out and shared with ANC III.

There is, of course, no Choister Cathedral in England. It must be a typo–Chester Cathedral? When you google ‘choister’ it defaults to Chorister. According to the Urban Dictionary choisters are “Asian women who follow the popular influencer, Michelle Choi. Most commonly, they follow her fashion style, habits, and dogs.” Well, who knew?

The world is more than we know.

And this was the moon on Sunday night…

P.S. Punxsutawney Phil predicted six more weeks of winter after seeing his shadow on Groundhog Day 2026. Oh goodie.

Another weekend: postcards from the frozen midwest

by chuckofish

February is here, so can spring be (too) far behind?

How was your weekend? Mine was very quiet. Daughter #1 was out of town, laughing it up with the prairie girls…

…and the boy and his family were all down with the flu.

I had lunch with a friend on Friday, but otherwise I was on my own. So I was extra glad to go to church on Sunday–even when it was 8 degrees outside. I donned my vintage fur coat for the third week in a row and braved the elements. We had a hardy band of believers at the 8:30 service. I noted that there were more men than women in the choir! We also ordained and installed new elders and deacons.

But my reading glasses were not in my purse, so I had a challenging time. I managed, but I was definitely playing the trombone. Getting older is not for sissies.

This is a thoughtful post about doom-scrolling: “The internet gives us a false omniscience, presenting everything from everywhere to everyone at any time. But we are not God. We were not designed for omniscience. Not even the digital imitation. Yet here it is. Everything. All the time.”

And in memory of Catherine O’Hara, who died last week, here’s a classic scene from Best In Show (2000):

God does love a terrier.