IT SEEMS THAT THROUGHOUT OUR LIVES WE ARE ALWAYS COMPARING OURSELVES
TO OTHERS OR COMPARING OTHERS TO OURSELVES: BEAUTY, POSSESSIONS, NEWEST OR
FINEST HOUSES, BANK ACCOUNTS, FAMILY, SOCIAL STANDING, PRETTIEST AND SEXIEST
SPOUSE OR CHILDREN, AND A MYRIAD OF OTHER SUCH NOTIONS.
IT SEEMS TO BEGIN IN CHILDHOOD WHEN WE COMPARE OUR TOYS TO THOSE OF
OTHERS. IT IS IN ONE SENSE A HUMAN BUT ALSO A LEARNED BEHAVIOR. THE TEENAGE
YEARS BRINGS COMPARISONS WITH OTHERS, MOSTLY OVER LOOKS. ONE HAS A NOSE
DIFFERENT THAN ANOTHER OR PRETTIER HAIR OR FIGURE AND THE COMPARISONS
ACCELERATE THROUGH THE YEARS UNTIL WHEN WE GET SO OLD THAT WE FORGET THINGS
BUT WE REALIZE THE FOOLISHNESS OF SUCH COMPARISONS. BY THE TIME WE REACH
SENIOR CITIZEN STATUS, WE REALIZE THAT WE'VE ALLOWED COMPARISONS TO
CONTROL OUR LIVES AND IT HAS LEFT US TIRED AND IN POOR HEALTH. CAN'T WE
UNDERSTAND THAT EVERY WOMAN, MAN, AND CHILD HAS THEIR OWN INDIVIDUAL
BEAUTY ATTRIBUTES? I REMEMBER IN THE MOVIES OF THE 1950'S THROUGH THE
1970'S WHEN A ACTRESS WORE A BEAUTY MARK LIKE ANTEBELLUM WOMEN WORE. THEN
MOST YOUNG GIRLS AND SOME LADIES THOUGHT IT MADE THEM LOOK MORE BEAUTIFUL
BUT TO MANY OTHERS, IT LOOKED LIKE A BIG OLD TICK HAD ATTACHED ITSELF TO
THEIR FACES. EVEN IN MODERN TIMES, YOUNG IMPRESSIONED PEOPLE WANT THE
SAME NOSE SHAPE, HAIR STYLE, ETC., ETC., AD NAUSEUM. HOWEVER, IF THEY HAD
PLASTIC SURGERY ON THEIR NOSE TO LOOK LIKE SOMEONE ELSE'S NOSE, IT WOULDN'T
BE LONG UNTIL THEY WANTED TO HAVE ONE LIKE ANOTHER ACTRESS OR ACTOR. IF
THEY JUST HAD ONE LIKE SO AND SO, THEY'D BE CONTENT, BUT CONTENTMENT
AS THE APORSTLE PAUL WROTE IN THE BIBLE TO THE GALATIONS, "O FOOLISH
GALATIANS, WHO HAS BEWITCHED YOU?" WE ALL HAVE FELL INTO THAT CATEGORY FROM
TIME TO TIME. WE MUST REALIZE THAT GOD MADE US IN "HIS IMAGE" AND NOT man's
image. HE MADE EACH PERSON UNIQUE AND SPECIAL WITH QUALITIES OF BEAUTY, ETC..
WHAT WE BECOME OR DO AFTER OUR CHILDHOOD DAYS IS OUR OWN FAULT. THERE ARE
MANY WHO BLAME THEIR PARENTS, FAMILY, FRIENDS, OR GOD FOR WHAT AND WHO WE'VE
BECOME BUT IT WAS "OUR CHOICES" THAT MADE US AS WE ARE AND PUT ALL THE
WRINKLES ON OUR FACES AND MAKES US LOOK MUCH OLDER THAN OUR ACTUAL YEARS.
WE MUST DECIDE TO MAKE BETTER CHOICES THROUGHOUT THE REST OF OUR LIVES AND
WE WILL HAVE A HEALTHIER LIFE. WE MUST NEVER BECOME CONFORMED TO OTHER
PEOPLE'S PEER PRESSURE, BUT AS ROMANS 8:29 TELLS US "BE CONFORMED TO
JESUS CHRIST" FOR HE IS THE ONLY ONE WHO WE NEED TO PLEASE.
HAVING COMPANY IN RURAL AMERICA 5/23/2007
IF YOU GREW UP IN THE COUNTRY BEFORE EVERYONE HAD MORE THAN ONE TRUCK OR
AUTOMOBILE, YOU DID NOT TRAVEL VERY FAR FROM HOME UNLESS ON SHOPPING DAY
WHICH CAME ON SATURDAYS. THE REST OF THE TIME, YOU DEPENDED ON YOUR FEET
OR HORSE OR WAGON TO VISIT NEIGHBORS, AND THAT CAME ABOUT "AFTER" THE
FARM WORK OR CHORES WAS FINISHED. EVERYONE HAD CHORES AND OTHER WORK THAT
ALWAYS CAME FIRST. IT WASN'T ALWAYS A BORING LIFE THOUGH SOMETIMES YOU
HAD TOO MUCH IDLENESS. THERE WAS PLENTY OF FUN TO HAVE IF YOU KNEW HOW TO
THERE WAS ALWAYS A HOLE OF WATER IN THE SMALL BRANCHES OR STREAMS OR
POND TO PLAY AROUND IN OR WOODS TO PRETEND YOU WERE AND INDIAN ON AN
ADVENTURE OR YOU COULD PRACTICE YOUR ROPING ON NUMEROUS CALVES OR
YEARLINGS, PRETENDING YOU WERE IN A RODEO.
HOWEVER, THE BEST AND "WORST" EVENT THAT TOOK PLACE WAS WHEN NEIGHBORS,
RELATIVES, OR SIBLING FAMILIES CAME TO VISIT. THE BEST PART OF THAT WAS
THAT YOU GOT TO SEE AND HUG THEM, BUT YOU ALSO HAD SOMEONE TO PLAY WITH
OR SHOW THEM THE HOLES OF WATER TO PLAY IN. THEY ALWAYS BROUGHT EXTRA
CLOTHES FOR PARENTS KNEW THAT KIDS WILL BE KIDS. THE WORST PART OF THE
VISIT WAS WHEN THEY LEFT, FOR IT WOULD SEEM SO QUIET LIKE THE CALM AFTER
THE STORM. YOU WOULD FEEL SO LONELY UNTIL THE ELDERS WOULD FIND YOU
SOMETHING TO DO. THERE WAS ALWAYS SOMETHING THAT NEEDED DOING ON A FARM.
THE ROUTINE LIFE WOULD BEGIN AGAIN. THAT SEEMS TO FIT IN THIS MODERN
DAY TOO WHEN PEOPLE COME TO VISIT YOU AND AFTERWARDS, LIFE PICKS UP AND
GOES BACK TO THE ROUTINE. PARENTS HAVE JOBS TO GO BACK TO IN ORDER TO
PROVIDE FOR THE FAMILY, AND THERE'S ALWAYS SOME CHORES TO DO WHETHER
YOU LIVE IN THE CITY OR ON A FARM. YOUNG ONES HAVE TO CLEAN UP THEIR
ROOMS OR MOW GRASS, OR MANY OTHER ACTIVITIES. CHILDREN NEED TO LEARN
TO DO THEIR PART TO MAKE THE HOUSEHOLD RUN MORE SMOOTHLY. IT'S NOT
LIKE YOU ARE FORCING THEM INTO CHILD SLAVERY, EVEN IF THEY OFTEN TIMES
MAKE THE PARENTS FEEL LIKE IT. THE PARENTS ARE JUST TRYING TO TEACH
THEM RESPONSIBILITIES, FOR IT WILL PREPARE THEM FOR THEIR FUTURE JOBS
TO BE GOOD EMPLOYEES.
MILK COWS AND BITTER WEEDS 5/2007
IF YOU HAD THE PLEASURE OF GROWING UP ON OR VISITING A FARM IN THE MONTHS
OF ESPECIALLY JULY THROUGH SEPTEMBER, YOU WOULD EXPERIENCE A STRANGE
PHENOMENOM--ESPECIALLY IF YOU DRANK RAW MILK. THERE WAS USUALLY AN
ABUNDANCE OF GRASS IN THE PASTURE FOR THE COWS UNTIL JULY WHEN THE PASTURES
DIDN'T GET AS MUCH RAIN AS THE EARLY MONTHS OF THE YEAR - ESPECIALLY THE
SPRING MONTHS. DURING JULY, AUGUST, AND SEPTEMBER, THERE WAS AN ABUNDANCE
OF BITTER WEEDS UNLESS YOU SPRAYED AND KILLED THEM, WHICH WASN'T THE NORM.
THEY REPRODUCED BETTER THAN THE GRASS DID AND THE COWS LOVED EATING THEM.
IF YOU COULD AFFORD A HORSE DRAWN CUTTER OR TRACTOR AND BUSHHOG, YOU COULD
MOW THEM DOWN BEFORE THEY TURNED TO SEED AND HAVE LESS WEEDS THE NEXT YEAR.
HOWEVER, MOST PEOPLE COULDN'T AFFORD MORE THAN A HORSE AND/OR A MULE FOR
THE SMALL FARMERS MUCH LESS A TRACTOR. ON THE PLUS SIDE OF THE BITTER WEEDS
WAS THAT THEY HAD BEAUTIFUL ORANGE-YELLOWISH BLOOMING FLOWERHEADS. THERE IS
A LESSON IN THAT: WHATEVER IS PRETTY IS NOT ALWAYS GOOD FOR YOU - CONSIDER
WE ALWAYS HAD SEVERAL NEW MOTHER COWS THAT WE MILKED, AND SEVERAL OF THESE
WERE KEPT IN THE PASTURE, WHILE THE "DRY" COWS - THOSE WHO'D WEANED THEIR
CALVES, WERE LET OUT TO FORAGE IN THE MANY ACRES OF FOREST LAND. MANY OF
THEM WOULD STAY OUT IN THE WOODS THROUGH THE WINTER, BECAUSE THEY COULD
FIND A LOT OF BROWSING ON GRASSES, WEEDS, AND CERTAIN TREES AND BUSHES
THAT HAD LEAVES ON THEM IN THE WINTER TIME, ESPECIALLY HOLLY TREES. THE
COWS LOVED THEM. THERE WAS ALWAYS AN ABUNDANCE OF FOOD FOR THEM ALONG WITH
A FEW BULLS BELONGING TO OTHER NEIGHBORS WHO HAD MANY COWS ROAMING THE
WOODS. THAT'S WHY WE NEVER HAD TO BUY A BULL OF OUR OWN, AND THE MANY DIFFERENT
KINDS OF BULLS GAVE US MIXED BREED COWS AND CALVES. IN THE COLDEST PART OF
THE WINTER, THE FARMERS WOULD CALL THE COWS TOGETHER AND CUT DOWN HOLLY
TREES AND THE COWS WOULD SWARM IN AND EAT ALL THE LEAVES AND THEN MOVE ON
TO ANOTHER TREE. WHEN IT WAS ABOUT TIME FOR THE COWS TO HAVE THEIR CALVES,
WE'D SADDLE UP AND GO HUNTING FOR THEM WITH A COW DOG. WE'D EVENTUALLY FIND
THEM AND START PUSHING THEM BACK TO HOME WHERE WE WOULD (DEPENDING ON HOW
LONG THE CALF HAD BEEN BORN) CASTRATE THE MALES. WE WOULD SEPARATE THE COWS
FROM THE CALVES AT NIGHT AFTER GETTING WHAT MILK WE NEEDED. IF THE CALVES
WERE LESS THAN A WEEK OLD, WE'D LEAVE THEM TOGETHER FOR THE COLOSTROM, FOR
IT WAS ESSENTIAL FOR A NEWBORN TO GET ALL OF IT THEY COULD GET, AS IT WOULD
GIVE THEM BETTER RESISTANCE TO OVERCOME INFECTION. WE'D NEVER MILK A NEW
MOTHER COW TO SAVE THE MILK FOR ABOUT 2 WEEKS. BY THAT TIME, THE MILK WOULD
BE GOOD TO DRINK. WE NEVER HOMOGENIZED OR PASTURIZED OUR MILK AND MANY,
MANY FAMILIES GREW UP HEALTHY, AND WITHOUT SICKNESS THAT COMES FROM RAW
MILK (AS THE MILK COMPANIES AND OTHERS IN THE KNOW WARN YOU ABOUT).
SINCE WE GREW CROPS, MAINLY SEVERAL ACRES OF CORN IN THE CLEARED AREAS, WE
WOULD HAVE A SMALL PASTURE OR A COW LOT (CORRAL) THAT WE'D KEEP THE CALVES
TOGETHER. WHEN THE MOTHER COWS CAME UP IN THE EVENING JUST BEFORE DARK, THEY
WOULD START MOOING FOR THEIR CALVES. WE WOULD LET THEM IN AND LET THE CALVES
IN TO THE LOT, BUT THE CALVES WOULD BE TIED OFF TO THE FENCE OR POST AFTER
SUCKING FOR A COUPLE MINUTES AND WE'D MILK THE COWS ALWAYS LEAVING ENOUGH
FOR THE CALF TO FINISH OFF. AFTER THAT, WE'D SEPARATE THEM UNTIL THE NEXT
MORNING, WHEN THE PROCEDURE WOULD BEGIN AGAIN. WE WOULD STRAIN THE MILK
THROUGH A CLEAN CLOTH INTO A GALLON JUG AND THEN PUT IT INTO A COOLER OR
DOWN IN THE COOL WELLWATER AND TIE IT OFF TO KEEP IT FROM SINKING. AFTER
SKIMMING THE CREAM OFF THE TOP THE NEXT MORNING, WE WOULD HAVE CREAM FOR
BISCUITS OR DESSERTS. AFTER A FEW DAYS, WHEN THE MILK WOULD BE CLOSE TO
SOURING, WE WOULD PLACE THE MILK (WITH A LITTLE CREAM) INTO THE CHURN TO
MAKE BUTTER. IT WAS A RITUAL WE HAD TO DO ABOUT 2-3 TIMES A WEEK. THE KIDS
MOST ALWAYS GOT VOLUNTEERED FOR THE JOB. AFTER MOST OF THE KIDS GREW UP
AND MOVED OFF, MOTHER (AND SOMETIMES DAD TOO) WOULD DO THE CHURNING.
SEVERAL BYPRODUCTS OF THE CHURNED MILK WERE BUTTER, BUTTERMILK, AND
CLABBERED MILK. DAD LOVED CLABBERED MILK WITH A LITTLE SYRUP IN IT.
ALONG WITH SOME HOT HOMEMADE BISCUITS, SYRUP, CREAM, AND FRESH MILK,
WE'D HAVE A FANTASTIC BREAKFAST MEAL, ALONG WITH SOME PORK MEAT THAT
WE PUT DOWN IN SYRUP CANS AND SEALED. IT WAS FINE DINING FIT FOR ROYALTY.
WHEN THE GRASS GOT SHORT AND SKIMPY, THE BITTER WEEDS WERE A SOURCE OF
FOOD FOR THE COWS, AND THINGS GOT BAD FOR ABOUT 2-3 MONTHS. IF YOU EVER
PULL UP A BITTERWEED, PLEASE DO NOT SMELL YOUR HANDS. THEY WILL STINK.
WHEN THE COWS ATE THE BITTERWEEDS, THEIR MILK BECAME BITTER, AND IT WAS
HARD TO DRINK IT AT TIMES. HOWEVER, IT IS BETTER TO HAVE BITTERWEED MILK
THAN NO MILK AT ALL, FOR THERE WERE MANY TIMES WHEN WE WERE IN THAT
|COMMUNICATION (LINES) 5/20/2007
WE SEE SO MUCH CONFUSION IN OUR PRECIOUS FREE NATION TODAY
WITH MOST PEOPLE DOING THEIR OWN THING AND GOING THEIR OWN WAY,
BUT WE MUST TAKE TIME TO CONSIDER THE RESULTS WE FIND OURSELVES IN
FROM SEEKING OUR OWN RESOLVES AND NEGLECTING THE WAGES OF SIN.
WHEN FAMILIES FIND THEMSELVES IN A TIFF ABOUT SO MANY ISSUES
WE MUST OPEN THE COMMUNICATION LINES AND LEAN NOT ON TEARS AND TISSUES.
WHEN MANY LIVE ON EMOTIONAL AND ANGRY OUTBURSTS-WE MUST DEAL WITH FACT
AND WE CAN THEN DEAL WITH DIFFERENCES AND GET OUR LIVES BACK ON TRACK.
WHEN MANY POLITICIANS SEEM TO WANT TO RULE OUR NATION BY THEIR WISE
WE MUST LET THEM KNOW WHO ELECTED THEM AND STOP THEIR WANDERING LIES.
THEY MUST HEAR FROM THEIR POPULACE AND KEEP THEM FROM STEALING OUR LIGHT
OR THEY WILL SET THEMSELVES UP AS RULERS EVADING OUR ETERNAL RIGHT.
THERE MUST BE A SYSTEM OF CHECKS AND BALANCES TO KEEP THEM ACCOUNTABLE
OR WE'LL HAVE A LOST GENERATION WHO WON'T ACHIEVE THE INSURMOUNTABLE.
WE MUST KEEP THEM DEALING WITH THE FACTS AND NOT THEIR OWN SPECIALITIES
FOR WE FIND IN GOD'S WORD THAT IT IS THE TRUTH THAT SETS US FREE.
WHEN WE FIND OURSELVES SO SET ON GOING ON IN OUR SINFUL WAY
WE MUST REARRANGE OUR LIVES TO GOD OR RUE THAT JUDGMENT DAY.
WE MUST BE KIND TO ONE ANOTHER AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE FOR US TO BE
FOR WE'RE NOT DEALING WITH JUST A LITTLE WHILE HERE BUT ETERNITY.
THE LORD WILL BE WITH US THROUGH HIS SPIRIT TO URGE US ON
SO THAT WE CAN LIVE WORTHILY AND SEE THAT OUR RACE IS WON.
WE MUST DEAL WITH THE ISSUES THAT MOVES OUR LIVES DOWN HERE
FOR THERE'S COMING A DAY WHEN WE'LL FACE OUR CREATOR GOD SO NEAR.
by Carl Evans 5/28/2007
STARLIGHT, STARLIGHT, EVER SO BRIGHT
UNLESS THE CLOUDS COVER THE LIGHT
SKY SO FULL OF STARLIGHT TONIGHT
FAR ABOVE THIS EARTHLY HEIGHT.
GOD SO MADE THE STARS TO SHINE
SHOWING HIS LOVE TO THIS HEART OF MINE
FOR WHEN THE NIGHT SEEMS DARKEST TO ME
HE IS STILL LOOKING DOWN FROM ETERNITY.
WHEN WE PERMIT HIM TO ENTER WITHIN
HE SHINES HIS LIGHT THROUGH US FORGIVEN MEN
HE GIVES US HOPE WITH FORGIVENESS OF SIN
AND WORKS HIS WILL IN US TIME AND AGAIN.
HAS YOUR LIFE BECOME BITTER AND LONELY?
HAVE YOU LOST THAT FEELING OF LIBERTY?
COME TO HIM WHO LIVES FROM AGE TO AGE
AND LET HIM WRITE IN YOUR HEART A NEW PAGE.
YOU WILL RECEIVE A BLESSED LIFE TO LIVE
IN HIS FULNESS AND A FULL HEART TO GIVE.
SO OTHERS CAN RECEIVE THAT GLORY LIGHT
AND RECEIVE A FULFILMENT TO LIVE RIGHT.
by Carl Evans 6/2/2007
I CANNOT BE WHAT JESUS WANTS ME TO BE
I CANNOT BE GOOD ENOUGH TO EARN ETERNITY
I CANNOT KEEP FROM DOING MY HIDDEN SIN
I CAN ONLY ASK JESUS TO LIVE WITHIN.
I CANNOT LOVE THE PEOPLE I MEET TODAY
I CANNOT FORGIVE THOSE WHO'VE MESSED UP MY DAY
I CANNOT BECAUSE - OF THE FLESH -DO WHAT I SHOULD DO
BUT JESUS WITHIN MAKES ME LIKE HE WANTS ME TO.
I CANNOT PRAY FOR OTHERS WHO'VE DONE ME WRONG
I CANNOT WORSHIP HIM IN HIS WORD AND SONG.
I CANNOT SHINE HIS LIGHT THROUGH THIS TARNISHED LAMP
BUT HE CLEANS ME UP SO I CAN REVAMP.
ONLY HE CAN MAKE ME CLEAN THROUGH HIS SHED BLOOD
ONLY HE CAN MAKE ME INTO SOMETHING THAT'S GOOD
ONLY HE CAN GET ME TO THAT PROMISED LAND
WHILE HE USES ME AND HOLDS ONTO MY HAND.
TO BE A STAR
by Carl Evans 6/4/2007
MANY PEOPLE LOVE HOLLYWOOD AND WANTS TO BE A STAR
BUT THAT KIND OF FAME WILL NOT GET YOU VERY FAR.
I'D RATHER BE A STAR FOR JESUS AND REFLECT HIS LIGHT
FOR THE STARS OF THE UNIVERSE ONLY REFLECT AND THAT'S RIGHT.
IF WE WERE THE LIGHT IT WOULD ONLY INCREASE OUR FAME
INSTEAD OF GIVING TRUE CREDIT TO OUR SAVIOR'S PRECIOUS NAME.
WE HAVE NO LIGHT OF OUR OWN AND MUST DEPEND ON THE ONE
WHO CAME FROM HEAVEN ABOVE AS GOD'S ANNOINTED SON.
MAY WE BE WHAT GOD DESIGNED US TO BE FOR HIS GLORY
AND FULFIL HIS WILL FINISHING THE END OF HIS STORY.
by Carl Evans 6/4/2007
WHEN WE FEEL SO SAD THAT THINGS ARE NOT WORKING LIKE THEY SHOULD
WE FEEL IN OUR SOUL THAT EVERYTHING IS NOT WORKING OUR SO GOOD.
THAT'S THE TIME WHEN WE NEED FAITH IN JESUS OUR LORD SO TO SEE
THAT HE IS TRUE TO HIS WORDS AND THEY ARE SURE ETERNALLY.
THE BIBLE SAYS IN HEBREWS 11 THAT FAITH IS NOR ALWAYS SEEN
BUT WE MUST BELIEVE THAT GOD IS IN CONTOL OF EVERYTHING.
WHEN WE NEED A MIRACLE TO KEEP US GOING - WE MUST BELIEVE
SO WE CAN SEE GOD WORKING IN OUR SITUATIONS TO RELIEVE.
WE READ OF THE HEROES OF FAITH WHO KEPT GOING THROUGH IT ALL
TRUSTING IN THE ONLY REAL STRENGTH THAT GOD GIVES WHEN WE CALL.
WHEN OUR LOVED ONES HEALTH IS FAILING WE NEVER SHOULD WORRY
FOR GOD'S PLAN IS WORKING TO FULFIL HIS ETERNAL STORY.
WHEN WE THINK ABOUT THE ONES WHO'VE GONE THIS WAY BEFORE
WHO TRUSTED THEIR FAITH TO GOD AND LIVED THEIR LIVES TO SEE MORE.
WHEN WE READ STORIES OF HOW THEY COUNTED WHEN LIFE WAS LOW
OUR OWN FAITH STRENGTHENS US TO GO ON WHEN THINGS ARE SLOW.
FAITH IS SOMETHING THAT IS REAL AND HELPS ALL TO WORK OUR FINE
AND KEEPS US GOING ON UNTIL WE CROSS THAT RIVER'S LINE.
SO IF OUR FAITH SEEMS TO BE GETTING US NOWHERE AT ALL
WE NEED TO REFOCUS ON HIM AND LISTEN TO HIS CALL.
HE WILL COME TO US IN ALL OF HIS POWER FROM ON HIGH
CONFUSING THE ENEMY TO BRING US HIS FAITH SO NIGH.
GETTING IT RIGHT
by Carl Evans 6/7/2007
I WENT TO THE GRAVEYARD TODAY
BOWING ON MY KNEES TO PRAY
RECALLING THE LESSONS I'D LEARNED
AND AUTHORITY I'D SPURNED.
IT'S BEEN YEARS SINCE I LEFT HOME
TO SEE THE WORLD AND TO ROAM.
IT ONLY GAVE ME TROUBLE
AND REDUCED MY LIFE TO RUBBLE.
MISSING MY DAD'S FUNERAL
COMPARING THE FAKE AND REAL,
SHEDDING MANY OF MY TEARS
I SAW MY FAITH IN ARREARS.
WITHOUT DAD AROUND TO GUIDE
AND NO PLACE FOR ME TO HIDE
I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO
LEAVING ME FEELING SO BLUE.
THUS I CAME TO THIS GRAVESITE
IN HOPES OF MAKING THINGS RIGHT
HUMBLING MYSELF ON THIS SOD
TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT WITH MY GOD.
SEEKING CLEANSING FROM MY SIN
ASKING THE LORD TO LIVE WITHIN
STANDING UP ON LIGHTENED FEET
I FELT MY SOUL TO BE COMPLETE.
| DOODLEBUGS and Other Things
by Carl Evans 2007
When I was a wee child, I made a discovery that brought much enjoyment to me
and to my nephews, nieces, great nieces, great nephews and other children. Under our house, which sits 2 feet off the ground, were a number of doodlebug
homes. Their homes were like a volcano about 2-3 inches deep and about 1-2
inches wide. The sides of their homes were made of small grains of dirt and
dust combined that allowed the tiniest insect, especially ants, to make a
vibration that would cause the doodlebug to start moving at the very bottom.
In no time at all the insect would wind up at the bottom for it was impossible
for them to climb out the sides and thus became another meal for the
doodlebug. Another name for the doodlebug was ant lion. The doodlebug was
usually about 1 inch long and 1/4 inch in width and had pinchers on the front
that would kill the ant and eat it.
Many times, we would take a tiny straw of grass or pine needle or twig and
That may have seemed cruel for us to do that but it was "innocent" children having clean fun. A country child found many ways to enjoy life and get dirty. Among other entertainments was mostly crawfishing in a branch or some wet ground. We'd take a piece or bacon rind or a small piece of smoked meat from the smokehouse and tie a string on it and drop it down the crawfish hole or in a small hole of water in the usually dry branch. When the crawfish clamped on the meat with it's pinchers, we'd pull the meat and crawfish up and put it in a bucket or can with water in it and play with it the rest of the slow day. The crawfish hardly ever let go of the meat.
Another thing that we would do to have some fun was to catch a lizard and pry
it's mouth open and stick it on one or both ears and it would clamp down and we'd wear them like earrings. It didn't hurt but just a tiny bit. Other times we'd find an old tire and roll it around and pretend we were driving a truck. One of the most fun things we would do was to have a "mud hole" that had a little water in it until it dried up. We'd wade and play in the water and mud until we were called in to clean up. Many times we built "log trucks" etc out of sawed off
One very invigorating enjoyment was to get 2 boards and make stilts out of them and walk around the yard and see who could stay on them the longest. Also, we'd take food cans and step out feet in the middle of them and they would conform to our shoes and we'd walk around for a while.
There were always many, many things to entertain us around the farm or
Mules are a stubborn animal and to be useful, they would have to be tamed and trained rightly. In training an animal, you could not let them get the upper hand or to intimidate you. Many loggers had geldings and mules that were trained to pull a log or logs from where it was harvested all the was to the log truck--sometimes only by voice control. There were many small time sawmills scattered around the country and communities. As soon as they logged out an area, they'd move into a new area. It provided needed cash for farmers and homesteaders through many years. Before the sawmill machines came into existence, the people would dig a pit.
With one person in the pit and another up above, they would use a crosscut
If the head of the household went to work at a sawmill, the rest of the family took up the slack and raised the crops for the families and animals. Everyone had a part in the responsibilities on the farm. It was a needful arrangement for those times. Some sawmills had little shacks thrown together to house families that traveled with the sawmills. When the sawmill was moved, the shacks were dismantled into walls, floors, and the roof and hauled in wagons, etc. to the new area. It didn't take much time to put the few parts back together. Some larger sawmills built whole towns and had commissaries to provide food and clothing, etc. on credit for the employees and their families. They had to pay a little extra but it was close by for walking. Many times, a family would come up short on payday for they bought more than what they got paid. They eventually learned not to buy much unnecessary things. Many people of the modern world haven't learned that lesson yet for they still depend on credit cards and can't seem to get out of the hole. They need to learn to get by with less. The sawmill towns went out of style by the 1970's and they closed down but allowed their employees to buy the houses and lots for a fair or below market value.
Before the 1940's, many pipelines and levees were built with mule power b fore dozers and other heavy equipment became common practice. My dad and oldest brother-who was about 12 at the time, worked 2 mule teams clearing right of ways and moving dirt. My dad knew how to tame and train horses and mules to get the most work out of them. When they didn't do what they should have, dad would cut a 10 foot sturdy sapling about as big as his lower arm and use it to "encourage" them to pull more. They would eventually learn to do more work to escape the sapling or a post. Dad would also use a single link chain about 5 feet long to motivate them.
One time, the supervisor came along and noticed bumps on the mules behinds
We had a big gelded horse that dad used to farm, ride, and log with. He was broke to neck rein (as a riding horse) or for farming with plowlines attached to the bits in the horse's mouth. One day a tourist got stuck in the ditch and was well bogged down. He walked to our house and dad got the horse and harnessed him up and along with a single tree and chain went back to the car and hooked the chain to the car. The tourist (city slicker) told dad that the horse wasn't big enough to get the job done. Dad didn't pay any attention to him and proceeded to get the horse working. When it looked like the horse wouldn't pull the car out, dad took the long leather plowlines and tapped the horse with the tip ends. The horse added a little more effort but still couldn't move the car. Then dad laid the plowlines heavily on the horse's rear and pulled the car out. That horse was spread out with his stomach about 2 feet off the ground getting his feet planted for the best effort. The man gave dad $20.00 for the job and the lesson.
Dad had the idea that he could tame any animal along with his children by