Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
I found a simple way to keep track of my books...Shelfari allows me to build an online library! This way I'm not tempted to buy a book that I've already read (that happens sometimes) and I can find new books to try.
I'll also plant a little visual bookshelf on my sidebar, and try to keep it current:)
Monday, June 28, 2010
I recently purchased a beautiful handmade cotton boll wreath from Jessica's Jacket, that came with an interesting note:
My cotton wreath is made from hand-picked cotton bolls that grew along the South Carolina Cotton Trail. Historically, this trail is known as the one Genreal Sherman and the Union Army passed through during the Carolina's Campaign in 1865. Today, South Carolina is one of the 14 main cotton producing state in the US.
How cotton grows...
Two months after planting cotton seeds, flower buds start to appear on the cotton plants. In a little less than a month, the blossom will start to open. As the flower blooms, the petals change colors from creamy white to yellow to pink and finally to dark red. A few days after the blossom reaches this stage, the petals will start to wither and fall off leaving behind green pods or cotton bolls. As time passes and the boll ripens, it turns brown and fibers grow inside that expand in the warmth of the sun. When the fibers inside expand so much that the pod cannot contain them anymore, the boll with split open and fluffy white cotton bursts out.
In the 1800s much folklore surrounding the cotton and the magical powers it holds was created. Here are a few of the superstitions and beliefs:
*if newlyweds sleep on a mattress made of cotton on their wedding night, they will always have money.
*if that same couple finds a twin cotton boll, they will have twins within the year.
*if an unmarried girl finds a twin cotton boll, she will be asked to marry soon.
*when going fishing, carry 20 dried cottonseeds to ensure a good catch.
*cotton was chewed as a headache remedy.
*if you dream of young growing cotton fields, then you'll have good business and properous times.
*dreaming of cotton in bales is a sign of better times ahead.
*it was taboo to use a cotton tablecloth on one's wedding day - the result would be crippled offspring.
*romancing your lover in a cotton field at harvest time during daylight brought on endless good luck to a couple.
*the cotton plant was believed to possess powers of incredible attraction - this happened to people and animals alike.
*dreaming of cotton field was thought to bring on a peculiar desire to "pick cotton"
The dreamy Jessica's Jacket wreath makes a nice companion to this original watercolor that hangs in our foyer:
Take a moment to visit Jessica's Jacket shop on ETSY...Jessica's Jacket is the place to get all kinds of fanciful items... From wreaths made from handpicked South Carolina cotton bolls to beautiful, one-of-a-kind jewelry and spaghetti scarves, JJ has all the treasures you're looking for!
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Storyteller is my collection of historical roadmarkers found along Highway 31-41A. Some of these markers recount events over 200 years ago.; with most of them relating back to the Civil War of the 1860s
Visit History Quest to go beyond the road markers!
Thursday, June 24, 2010
The wood of hackberry has never been used to any large extent due to its softness and an almost immediate propensity to rot when in contact with the elements. The berries, however are edile (in some species) and used sparingly in a Korean tea.
An East Tennessee legend of a wounded British officer and the Cherokee Indians features a hackberry. When the chief's daughter Nocatula fell in love with the Brit Conestoga, jealousy in the tribe led to Conestogas death. In despair, Nocatula drew the knife from his fatal wound and plunged it into her heart.
Her father ordered the bodies buried together and placed an acorn in Conestoga's right hand and a hackberry seed in Nocatula's. The following year, the story goes, sprouts of an oak tree and a hackberry tree appeared. As they grew, their branches intertwined.
The trees stood on the grounds of Tennessee Wesleyan College in Athens until the 1940s
Follow more "American Hardwoods" in our weekly series on Edge of the Wildwood, and learn how to identify and utilize wood products. Next week we will take a look at Hickory.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Our theme was "Lawnchairs and Lemonade" and we had a hula hoop contest for prizes!
I've since met more people on Etsy, but this first little group is still remembered fondly.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
In future posts, I'll share the stories from these historical markers with you and we'll explore them together.
This first marker is posted on my property. It tells the frightful story of Dewitt Smith Jobe; a Confederate Scout during the Civil War who was captured and tortured to death.
Read a more about Jobe here:
This, Jobe is your last chance
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
They spotted 100 Japanese ships up at Robaul in New Britian some 500 miles from here this morning. We sent 12 Flying Fortresses and their fighter planes (also dive-bombers) to try and knock at least half of it out. But the pilots claim they can't get anywhere near them. The pilot of this fortress I was talking to was on that raid. His ship was named the "Boomerang" and he has 4 rising sun flags painted on it for 4 zeros they shot down and 8 bombs are painted on it for 8 bombing raids.
They claim up at the New Georgian Islands the zeros hide in the clouds and them swamp down on them for the kill. Let go and get the hell out of there. They derived that from the flying Tigers (Chennault) who used to hide in the sun and get the zeros the same way. This pilot said give me two motors and I'll fly the son-of-a-gun back to the States. They're getting pretty digusted themselves.
Why we don't even have range-finders for our 90mm AA guns. I don't know how the States expect us to hold this island without equipment, parts for their planes, etc.
Heard this evening that the 35th Infantry of the 25 Division broke through the front lines and through the right flank of the Japs. We now have them bottled up. The Navy has been shelling them all morning.
We got our athletic equipment in yesterday and caught a little softball this evening after supper with Kracks.
This is Harry's War Diary
Harry served in the C.C.C. before World War II and was inducted into the U.S. Army in November 1941. He concluded his service to our country in July 1944 under the rank of Sargent. During this 2 1/2 years, Harry kept several personal diaries. The entries published on this blog are just a sampling of a small, pocketsized "My Life in the Service" journal - and not a complete record of Sgt. Haslam's experience.
Our family hopes that you find these diary entries interesting, and we invite you to continue to follow HWD with further monthly posts.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Well, today is Christmas, but just another day of working for us. We are lucky to be alive however, and we consider ourselves very fortunate. We worked today as usual down by the airport runway. Was talking to one of the pilots and a gunner of a Flying fortress which came in from a raid last night. They had to turn back because their motors quit on them (no. 2 and 4 motors).
One of the maintenance men was telling me that they don't have the parts to fix the planes with and they were cursing up a storm. They say these planes are pretty well shot up and unless they get some new ones in, they don't know what will happen.
We had a wonderful dinner today of turkey, peas, fresh potatoes, asparagas, celery, fig pudding, nuts, candy, oranges, apples, layer cake and pumpkin pie. For drinks we had coffee and cocoa. It is now 2 P.M. and I'm still full as a tick. I haven't had a meal like that in I don't know when.
We thank God in heaven for such a wonderful meal and to be able to be alive to eat it.
This is Harry's War Diary
Harry and the fellows count their blessings with a hearty meal to celebrate Christmas on Guadalcanal. The Dec. 25th diary entry will be continued in tomorrows post on Edge of the Wildwood.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Thurs. Dec. 24, 1942
"Washing-machine Charlie" came over last night as usual, and I didn't see any of the P-40's go after him. I suppose that's a rumor like everything else. We sure need some night fighters here. The P-40's are equipped with a raid-eye and don't see why they couldn't use them at night - for they don't even have to see the enemy plane.
Heard yesterday also that Amelia Earhart was found in the Georgian Islands with her co-pilot and that they had a son 3 yrs. old (some bunk). If she were there she could get in touch with the outside world, I suppose some way. I know it's possible it might be true, but not probable.
A Co. of Infantry from the 20th Division passed here about an hour ago. I hear the the Japs use the same method that we do when a boat is torpedoed and the fellows jump in the water. They then drop depth charges (ash-cans) and the concussion in the water will tear your chest apart. Was talking to a pilot from a torpedo-plane, and he said they had to be within 510 yds. of the ship when they let one go, and also about 50 ft. from the water. He said it depended on how much guts the pilot had to how close he would get to the ship. Some of these get as close as 50 ft., he said.
They claim we have 50 Flying Fortresses here now and that 60 more are coming in. I know that they were changing the guns on the Fortresses yesterday and that they have a bomb with the word "Togo do not open until Xmas" The planes are named different things like "Tokyo Taxi" and "Popeye". The ice-plant here we captured from the Japs has a sign in front which says "Togo's Ice Plant" and underneath are the words "under new management".
They claim the Japs are building a fighter strip in the New Georgian Islands and if they get that completed, they will be able to send fighter planes (zeros) with their bombers.
We are doing all we can to knock it out.
This is Harry's War Diary
Harry makes another small slip in refering to this new equipment: raid-eye is meant to be radar. But he carefully takes note of the activity on the airfield. Harry gives us a few chuckles with the cocky signs around camp.
Reading Harry's War Diary has given me a better understanding of the cynical approach that Harry had to 'news'. He was very skilled at talking to people directly and getting to the heart of the matter. Harry always seemed to sense someones desire to talk about what was on their minds, and he knew how to conversate!
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Tell the truth and shame the devil!
The preacher Hugh Latimer recorded this as a 'common saying' as early as 1555, in his Twenty Seven Sermons:
"There is a common saying amongst vs, Say the truthe and shame the diuel."
Shakespeare also used the expression in Henry IV. Part I, 1597:
And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil
By telling truth: tell truth and shame the devil.
If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither,
And I'll be sworn I have power to shame him hence.
O, while you live, tell truth and shame the devil!
Wednesday, June 09, 2010
Tuesday, June 08, 2010
Bumper Crop Back Home
How Do You Stop a Train?
Get into the action, and enter our SUMMERTIME CAPTION CONTEST:) There's prizes and everything.
Monday, June 07, 2010
So here's where you can put those small towels to good use: The Institute of Marine Mammal Studies is taking on the enormous task of cleaning oil from the dolphins, turtles, and other marine life along the Gulf of Mexico. They are accepting donations of handmade or repurposed dishrags (10x10) and hand towels (14x27).
Saturday, June 05, 2010
Friday, June 04, 2010
Thursday, June 03, 2010
Wednesday, June 02, 2010
BOOM, TAKE THAT
when my human doesn't wake up soon enough, I like to take matters into my own paws. I jump up on top of the tall dresser where all the important looking thingys are kept. Then I gently paw one of these little curious objects off the dresser - boom! it hits the floor. But my human is still asleep, so I must now proceed to knock off more and more items until something crashes loud enough to do the trick. What's that? you're awake now? well, this would be a fine time to feed me, me thinks.
Tuesday, June 01, 2010
Winner is selected based on a crack-me-up formula with heapin' serving of why-didn't -i-think-of -thats. Are you funnier than a 5th grader? Test your 'ha' factor:)
Grand prize package will be awarded to one lucky winner in the U.S. with absolutely no strings attached (exception: the package thingy that comes in the mail might actually have strings attached) After you win this thing, you can do whatever you want this summer:
flip-flops, music CD, can cooler, and fly.
My fun-loving, level headed husband, Jody will be judging your entries, based on his years of success in picking a winner on the baseball fields, in the board rooms, and at one random local cat show (after walking past hundreds of cats, he pointed to the winner and said 'that one').
Jody knows champs!
Your *one and only way to get your caption in is to leave a comment on this article: your funny caption and an email or way we can contact you. If you have a blogger, it'll track me back to your cool blog. You have until July 1st to come up with your best entry; and *we'll let you enter as many reasonable times as we can stand your silliness. You best not send in something raunchy or dirty, or I'll disqualify you quick as a fiddle.
Better jump on this thing, we only have one really good contest a year.
$28.00 total package value:
handcrafted fluffy flip-flops $8.00
original music CD signed by the artist $10.00
Aquarium of the Americas silver shark can cooler $6.00
hand-tied mayfly fishing fly $4.00