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“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”

Could see some snowflakes

by chuckofish

Boy, did they get the weather all wrong on Saturday! We had no idea there was a veritable blizzard coming…

My iPhone camera never shows snow falling–but believe me, it looked like a fake movie scene with big, fat soap flakes coming down. It stopped pretty soon and didn’t amount to all that much, but it did take us by surprise. Luckily our January DAR meeting was already scheduled as a Zoom meeting, so I could just stay home. Daughter #1 is one smart regent!

It was super cold on Sunday morning again but we faithful made it to church. We heard another good sermon on Joshua–we’re up to chapter 3, verses 1-17–crossing the Jordan River. After the service Lottie asked me if she got an A+ and I said, ahem no, not today. She said, Yeah, I guess I was more of a B+. Our adult ed class was part two of Intro to Covenant which I am enjoying so much. How great is it to sit in a room with 200+ people who are all in the process of being sanctified! We went to the Sunny Street diner afterwards and the twins had dinosaur pancakes and the boy tried something new–loaded hash browns. I had my usual #2 on the seniors’ menu. Everyone was happy and content with their choices.

Today, it should be noted, is my dear mother’s birthday–her 100th! My oh my, she has been gone for 38 years. I think about her every day. Time is unreal, or as Borges says,

And yet, and yet… Denying temporal succession, denying the self, denying the astronomical universe, are apparent desperations and secret consolations. Our destiny … is not frightful by being unreal; it is frightful because it is irreversible and iron-clad. Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire. The world, unfortunately, is real; I, unfortunately, am Borges.

It is also Dolly Parton’s 80th birthday (!) and she is still going strong–here’s her new song, ably assisted by Lainey Wilson, Miley Cyrus, Reba, and Queen Latifa:

You go, girl! Everything’s going to be all right.

Precious Ida B had a wonderful birthday on Saturday…

And this sign on the neighborhood Catholic church makes me laugh every year…

Enjoy your Monday!

Another crazy trip around the sun

by chuckofish

Tomorrow is the birthday of our precious Ida B! She will be three years old.

One of her favorite things to do with Mamu is listen to music on her phone. I hope her Mommy will play her this song, which I think she will like.

I hope she has super fun on her birthday, which might include doing the following: turning somersaults, petting a nice dog, eating candy, reading a book about Angus, watching football, singing along to her favorite Christian radio station…Can’t steal my joy (Woh oh oh oh, woh oh oh oh, woh oh oh oh)

Have a good weekend. I am going to do all the above mentioned activities, minus the somersaults.

All kinds of weather we stick together/ The same in the rain or sun

by chuckofish

Today is my sister/dual personality’s birthday! We wish her many happy returns of the day!

It was interesting spending 10 days with my prairie granddaughters and watching the interplay between them. Like my sister and me, they are about two and half years apart. It made me a little sad seeing how the older sometimes treats/manipulates the younger, knowing that I’m pretty sure I did the same thing. The younger is so sweet and is always trying to please her sister and mimic her. It is no surprise that she sometimes gets very frustrated. Well, siblings are one of our greatest blessings, but they also teach us the ways of the sin-sick world. We learn to cope. My older brother said plenty of mean things to me and it helped me develop a thick skin. Our siblings keep our pride in check.

I’m grateful my sister and I grew up to be close. I wish we could celebrate together! But I will be with her in spirit. And the spirit is always:

Come thou long-expected baby

by chuckofish

Well, Baby Wes is finally here! 9 lb 3 oz, 22.5 inches long at around 8:45 pm yesterday. (The twins may be a little disappointed that they won’t get to share a birthday…BTW Happy 9th Birthday, WRC and Lottie!) We are all very happy and relieved. Precious daughter #2 is okay too!

Let me just say, however, that I am about crafted out. I have made so many Santas and elves and gingerbread men and reindeer, not to mention reindeer headbands, that I am becoming cross-eyed. But all in a good cause.

Filling time, we also watched Little Miss Broadway (1938) starring Shirley Temple and George Murphy and a cast of stellar supporting character actors…

…and also Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (1954)–they watched the whole thing!

We enjoyed both movies and I recommend them for younger viewers!

The girls and I are going to the hospital this morning to see Mommy and the new baby. Thanks be to God.

God our Father,
maker of all that is living,
we praise you for the wonder and joy of creation.
We thank you for the life of this child,
for a safe delivery,
and for the privilege of parenthood.
Accept our thanks and praise
through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

Come thou long expected Jesus*

by chuckofish

Well, I certainly underestimated the weather gurus and their forecasts of snow on Saturday. We got 5 inches more or less and I was stuck at home. I’m not complaining–I like a snowy day in my cozy home. Luckily daughter #1 helped me on Friday to bring up my Christmas ornaments from the basement. She also helped me put together my new King of Christmas artificial tree. It popped right into place and since the tree is equipped with all the latest technology, the lights automatically connect through the pole, easy peasy. I love a real tree, but in my dotage I feel no guilt about this newest acquisition. The boy had to come over like three times last year to help me, so now I can be reasonably self-sufficient as per my decorating. The tree even came with special gloves to wear for fluffing.

Pre-fluffed…not bad!

Daughter #1 also helped me get the mantel set up…

Friday night I had unwrapped all my tree ornaments, so on Saturday I put them on the tree (post fluffing).

I am pleased.

Since I finished reading Shane, I watched the movie. It is one of those rare examples of a movie that is far better than the book. The book is good, but the movie is great, a classic, the original that everyone copies. The screenplay by A.B. Guthrie is sophisticated and complex, although telling a seemingly simple story; the direction by George Stevens is brilliant. The actors are all at the top of their game, and in the case of Alan Ladd, he was never better. By the climactic fight between Shane and Joe Starrett where the horses are going crazy and Marian is screaming, I was in tears. And then, the build-up to the final shoot-out–wow. You could certainly write a thesis on this movie and the way it builds tension etc. The best scenes are not even in the book. And when I was writing the blogpost about film scenes in the rain–how did I forget Shane?

(There are so many spoilers in this trailer!)

Sunday was the first Sunday in Advent! We started a new sermon series on the first chapters of Luke. We also had a baptism, our pastor’s (adorable) baby son. Our adult ed class was on the beginning of Matthew–led by a seminary professor and excellent. Did I mention that we sang good Advent hymns?

After church we went back to my house where daughters #1 and #3 met us to celebrate the boy’s birthday. I made his favorite meal–tortellini, French bread and salad and we had cake.

Good, good times. An eventful 4-day weekend!

Have a good week! Take some time to pause and reflect, to remember how gracious our God has been, His unexpected provision and answered prayers, and His steady faithfulness woven through every ordinary day.

*Charles Wesley, 1744

Come, thou long expected Jesus,
born to set thy people free;
from our fears and sins release us,
let us find our rest in thee.
Israel’s strength and consolation,
hope of all the earth thou art;
dear desire of every nation,
joy of every longing heart.

Happy Birthday, brown-eyed handsome man

by chuckofish

Today is the boy’s birthday! He was born on the day after Thanksgiving 39 years ago. Since it is Black Friday, he will be working all day on his birthday, but we will celebrate on Sunday. He deserves a party!

I hope your Thanksgiving was a good day. We had a lovely feast at the boy’s house with all the fixins.

And we watched Planes, Trains and Automobiles (1987) for, like, the 38th time.

Flyover dreams.

Have a good weekend! Enjoy the leftovers.

“The most fraudulent case of false advertising since my suit against the film ‘The Neverending Story’.”*

by chuckofish

Today we remember and toast the great Phil Hartman, comedian, actor, screenwriter and graphic designer, who was born on this day in 1948. Did you know that before he was a TV personality, he designed album covers–including this favorite from my youth.

He was a voice actor extraordinaire:

as well as a sketch comedy star…

We miss him. SNL and The Simpsons have never been the same without him.

On another sad note, Italian actress Claudia Cardinale died yesterday at age 87. I always loved her, especially in Circus World (1964) and The Professionals (1966).

Her delivery of the line, “Go to hell” in the latter film was classic. She was also great in Fellini’s 8 1/2 (1963), Visconti’s The Leopard (1963), The Pink Panther (1963) and as the woman caught in sin in Jesus of Nazareth (1977).

Riposi in pace, bella.

In other news, I love stuff like this: here’s a list of questions that evolutionists need to be able to answer if they want to remain plausible.

And here’s the story of the “watchmaker who forgave her enemies”: the wonderful Corrie Ten Boom. It’s always a good reminder!

Have a good day–hang in there!

*Lionel Hutz (Phil Hartman)

Highs and lows

by chuckofish

Today is daughter #1’s birthday.

She shares it with Mungo Park (1771-1806), O. Henry (1862-1910), D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930), Bear Bryant (1913-1983), Tom Landry (1924-2000), Earl Holliman (1928-2024), Harry Connick Jr. (b. 1967), Ludacris (b. 1977), and a host of other people whose birthdays will never be quite the same since the events in 2001.

Later today we are going to our favorite local hang-out for Happy Hour. And tomorrow we are going to the boy’s house for a bar-b-que. Too bad we can’t have a donut (“wif yots of sprinkles!”) with the Prairie Girls.

I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth. (3 John 1:4)

I don’t like to get political on the blog, but I have to say something about the political assassination of Charlie Kirk yesterday at a campus event in Utah, because it really upset me. Here was a young man–31 years old–who was totally committed to civil discourse. He believed in the power of free speech and debate. He would answer any question and talk to everyone.

But he was so successful in his use of the Socratic method that the opposition couldn’t win in a debate with him.

They hated Charlie because he was so effective at what he did. So they murdered him. They’re trying to scare us into not attending events and speaking out. This is biblical level evil.

Pray for his wife and two children. Pray hard for our country. Charlie was a Christian, so we know he is in a better place…

Lotta water under the bridge, lotta other stuff too

by chuckofish

As we have previously noted many times, May is an amazing month for birthdays what with Henry Fonda, James Stewart, John Wayne, Bob Dylan, Ralph Waldo Emerson, and Walt Whitman–just to name a few. One could have a party every day!

Tomorrow is Bob Dylan’s 84th birthday. He is still touring and still recording–what a guy. We will be sure to toast him and listen to all our favorites.

And it is already the Memorial Day weekend! We have had to change a lot of plans this spring and this weekend we will be laying low, celebrating and honoring the men and women who gave their lives while serving in the US military in our own way by watching movies, including our favorite war movie, They Were Expendable (1945).

Don’t you love stories about Americans like this:

Why had I never heard of Jerry Coleman?

Enjoy your long weekend. God bless America!