Deer Hunt Glassing in Canyon
Are you here to photograph or are you here to help me find deer?
Poof! Just like that, at the sound of my husband’s stern whisper, my hair-brained thought about entering that mine shaft evaporated. And it was a good thing.
Of course, I answered. I just wanted to get a shot or two of this mine.
We left for the hunt on Friday morning.
The clock read 3:48 a.m. as I said goodbye to my dogs and followed my husband out of the house.
(I hadn’t slept much. I wasn’t at all ready for the wicked 2:30 a.m. wake-up call from my husband’s ancient and much-hated-by-me alarm clock. Bright-eyed-and busy-tailed, I was not.)
We hopped into our trusty, 1983 Jimmy, permanently marked with plenty of Desert pinstriping, and headed out.
Tomorrow, at the crack of dawn, I leave with my husband for the wilderness to…HUNT.
Yes, I said, hunt.
I can’t believe it either. The fact he wants me to go along is mind-boggling because, well, he knows me. I’m the kind of gal that can’t travel down the road 50 miles without having to pull over to see the world’s largest ball of string, or stop and do something. So I can’t quite figure out, after all these years, why he would want me “out there” with him, wherever “there” is.
The days are growing darker.
Time is short.
You don’t have to believe me, but it doesn’t make it any less true.
Sure, just stick that head of yours in the sand and pretend it isn’t so and see how that works out for you.
We are in the final seconds of the two-minute warning.
Satan is rocking many to sleep with his lullaby of deception and Christians are at the top of his hit list and he is succeeding.
Lt. Colonel Thomas Marshall, 7th Virginia Cavalry, Aide to Stonewall Jackson
Colonel Thomas A. Marshall, Jr., was a Confederate soldier in the American Civil War.
He was also a believer in the one true God and demonstrated his devotion to his Lord and Savior on and off the battlefield.
He served mightily and valiantly in the 7th Cavalry along side General Turner Ashby and he also served as an aid to the venerable, Stonewall Jackson (more on Marshall’s contributions below).
Did you know that there was a time when promises actually meant something?
I came across this exceedingly rare, handwritten “engagement of marriage agreement” in an enormous letter archive from the mid-19th century.
The agreement was penned by then 18 year-old, Edith Durer. She was born in 1852 in Baltimore, Maryland. She was well-educated and her family quite prominent.
As I prepared the roast beef for the oven, my thoughts wandered to my childhood.
On Sunday afternoons in what seems like a lifetime ago, we (my Dad, Mom, and siblings) often went to my paternal grandmother’s house…and we feasted.
Together as one huge family, we celebrated food and it was bountiful–roast beef, ham, potatoes, gravy like velvet, salads of every color, Halupki, Pierogi, homemade pickles, cakes, pies and cookies. You name it, it was a cornucopia (God’s provision) of all the comfort food you could possibly imagine.