Attitude of Gratitude

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I hope you all have a joyful, heartwarming day of thanksgiving.  Let us give thanks always, not merely on this holiday.  Be safe and take care.

Thank you, Father, for your wonderful gifts of life and love.  Help us to appreciate what we do have and hold everything dear to our hearts.  We praise You and adore You.  Grant us peace.  In Jesus’ name.  Amen.

It is such a wonder to log in to my blog and see the smiling new friends God has provided me with this year.  You are such a welcome sight, my friends.  You encourage and challenge me in so many ways.  I thank the Lord for each one of you.

Shalom!

Jeanne

Chicken Feed

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It had been an amusing couple of weeks, to say the least.  It all started when our neighbor’s chickens crossed the road and came to breakfast at our bird-feeder.  All 10 of them—eight hens and two roosters—cleaned up the stray bits of bread crumbs and seed set out for the sparrows, juncos, titmouse, woodpeckers, and such.  No, the blackbirds were not allowed…no way!  It is a posted area.  I’d show you the sign but can’t seem to find it anywhere.

The chickens quickly had their way with the morning offering and scurried back across the road, faithfully returning on a daily basis every morning for a month or so. Their owner lived alone at the residence and seemed far behind on “lunch-money,” as the entire flock would search the neighborhood frantically for grub.  We don’t know what the problem really was; there just wasn’t much activity over there…except for the chickens.

We eventually felt sorry for them and brought home a bag of chicken scratch.  My husband was in his glory as he would strew the feed out front, followed by the throng of hungry chickens.    My husband waved while getting our mail one day and told Charlie we’d been feeding his chickens.  He hollered a quick “Thanks,” saying he’d gather some eggs for us in return for the chicken scratch.

Time went by and suddenly it was Thanksgiving Day.  Busily fixing dinner and all the trimmings, I noticed an egg crate by the back door as I set out some trash.  There sat 18 large brown eggs, all wet and smudged with dirt but unbroken and rather handsome.  I brought them inside and showed them to my husband.  We were so delighted at our neighbor’s kept promise.

Early the next morning the chicken man appeared in his yard, gassing up his 4-wheeler and readying to go off deer hunting.  Bursting with a ton of holiday spirit, I hastily tore off a leg and most of a breast from our roasted turkey, threw in an enormous slice of apple pie, wrapped them in foil and sent my husband out to give our alms to the poor fellow for giving us all those good eggs.  The man was tickled pink and asked my husband if we liked venison, to which my husband replied, “Sure.”  The fellow said if he got a deer, he’d give us some.  I guess he didn’t have any luck, as we haven’t seen any deer meat at the back door.

 The chickens continue to run the roads of the neighborhood, always stopping off to chomp up whatever is left over from the little birdies.  Their number is down to nine now, as one of the brown hens didn’t make it across the road fast enough.  I don’t think it was Henny Penny, as she was the fastest in the bunch.  Yes, I had gotten to calling them names already.  Makes it sort of personal, I guess.  I’m sure those black old buzzards had a heaping big breakfast that morning, whoever it was that was too slow crossing the road.  Not much left now ‘cept for a few leg bones and a feather or two.  I’ve heard the age-old question, “Why did the chicken cross the road,” a hundred times but didn’t really know the answer.  Well, now I know…to fix breakfast for the buzzards!

It’s funny…the neighborhood sparrows have come to hang out in our boxwood shrubs out front.  They hide in them til the chickens are gone then the lookout peeks its tiny head out of the green branches, does an about-face and gives the all clear.  The air just hums as they all come swarming out of their hiding places and fly over to the feeder again.  I was telling my husband, I hope they haven’t come to take up residence.    I love birds, but enough is enough.

Well, I must get to checking the crock-pot for the country turkey stew I set out this morning.  It’s almost suppertime.  You all have a good day now…ya heer?!

Lest We Forget . . .

Veterans' Cemetery

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Memorial Day:  a day to honor and remember the countless souls who gave their lives for our freedom and/or were among those who lived through the horrors of war only to face the pain and lifelong adjustments of returning to civilian life.  This distinctive day of remembrance also honors the families of the dead and wounded whose lives have been altered forever.  May we never forget the great sacrifices they all have made to secure our freedom and peace.  Thank God for His everlasting mercy and grace upon this great land. GOD BLESS AMERICA!

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War Song–1776

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HARK, hark, the sound of war is heard,
And we must all attend;
Take up our arms and go with speed,
Our country to defend.

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Our parent state has turned our foe,
Which fills our land with pain;
Her gallant ships, manned out for war,
Come thundering o’er the main.

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There’s Carleton, Howe, and Clinton too.
And many thousands more,
May cross the sea, but all in vain,
Our rights we’ll ne’er give o’er.

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Our pleasant homes they do invade,
Our property devour;
And all because we won’t submit
To their despotic power.

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Then let us go against our foe,
We’d better die than yield;
We and our sons are all undone,
If Britain wins the field.

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Tories may dream of future joys,
But I am bold to say,
They’ll find themselves bound fast in chains,
If Britain wins the day.

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Husbands must leave their loving wives,
And sprightly youths attend,
Leave their sweethearts and risk their lives,
Their country to defend.

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May they be heroes in the field,
Have heroes’ fame in store;
We pray the Lord to be their shield,
Where thundering cannons roar.

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American Revolutionary War (1775 to 1783)

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War of 1812 (1812 to 1815)

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Mexican- American War (1846 to 1848)

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American Civil War (April 12, 1861 to April 9, 1865)

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Spanish-American War (April 25–August 12, 1898)

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World War I (August 1914 to November 11, 1918)

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World War II (December 8, 1941 to August 14, 1945)

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Korean War (June 25, 1950 to July 27, 1953)

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Vietnam War (1959 to April 30, 1975)

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Gulf War (August 2, 1990 to February 28, 1991)

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Iraq War (March 20, 2003 to December 15, 2011)

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Afghanistan War (October 7, 2001 to present)

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