Title:
The Flaming Sword
Accession#:
1991.10.03
Pubication Date:
1942/10/00
Call#:
FS 56:10
Object ID:
PA—0279
Collection:
Flaming Sword
Additional Notes & Full Text:
COMMUNITY CURRENT EVENTS
October 1942
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WANDERING around the fields with several companions recently, we came upon what we decided must be the abandoned site of the "Hotel de Swamp," which burned to the ground some 20 years ago. Nothing remains to mark the spot except a hollow square of cement which might have been a shallow well or cistern. What memories this place would recall to the boys who made it their home during the years, of their sojourn with the Unity! And so passes into oblivion the outward or physical form of old landmarks and habitations, but who can say just when or where the ripples of memory cease in the mental sphere? Mother Nature, however, is. doing her best to commemorate the spot with a very prolific Gajeput grove.
On August 30th Mr. and Mrs. F. S. Lewis, took dinner with us. Sister Rose Gilbert returned with them to Everglades. We also had for supper guests Mrs. Jennie Campbell, Edith Trebell, Lillian Rugg and Mr. Rowland of Estero and Henry Moreland of Fort Myers, who enjoyed with us a treat of ice cream and cake.
A. H. Andrews left Friday morning, September 4, on a trip to St. Petersburg and the surrounding country, encountering many handicaps in the way of disrupted bus schedules, etc. He returned on Monday the 7th.
Sunday, September 6, was the 54th anniversary of the founding of the Koreshan Unity in Chicago. Since that founding, many persons have come and gone; some tarried but a short time, while others remained for a longer period of time, but eventually drifted away to engage in other pursuits; still others remained, loyal and faithful in the performance of uses to the neighbor, keeping the Unity together and the writings of KORESH in circulation.
Coming toward me across the lawn recently, I observed what seemed to be tiny brown objects slipping through the grass without any apparent means of locomotion. Were my eyes deceiving me? Was. I seeing things? But the color reassured me. Had it been pink or some other lurid shade I might not have been so brave, but good old brown—now there's a color to hang on to. So I looked again, only to discover that the little brown objects were, in fact, a covey of baby quail, brought to the feeding grounds (which I am pleased to call my bird sanctuary) by Papa and Mamma quail, who had been my guests off and on for more than a year. I stood motionless in wonder that such tiny mites could get about so independently and apparently without volition on their part, for at the slightest sound, without waiting for instructions from Mother or Dad, as one mind they take wing and fly to the nearest clump of taller weeds and grasses and wait for their parents, who first look all about—the father from the vantage point of a nearby stump, where he has stood guard—and then they too depart, but more leisurely than their offspring. And so they wander off through the weeds and grass, picking up a tidbit here, a seed there, chirping happily the while, content to spend the day picking up their livelihood. And as they go I offer up a petition to God, who notes even the sparrow's fall, to protect them from all marauders and bring them safely back to my sanctuary.
Sister Emily Bessemer returned from Miami on the 10th, where1 she spent a very pleasant vacation with her son Alton and His family.
Word has been received from Sister Rose Gilbert, who is at Everglades with her sister, that her son Deane of Metuchen, N. J., came to spend several days with her, which of course made her very happy, since she has not seen him for a number of years. The writer remembers Deane as a long legged youth of about 14 years. Now he is married and the head of a family. Tempzi^ fugit.
We are simply wallowing in guavas a,t this writing. There are some good varieties of guavas which make delicious jelly and some of the larger ones are fine for canning, but the general run of them leave much to be desired, and are quite a disappointment to visitors from other parts of the country who inadvertently bite into them and break a tooth on the bullet like seeds which constitute the greater part of the guava.
Brother Theodore Naeselius has brought in some very delicious Japanese persimmons recently. They are not so plentiful, however, as we have only a few of these trees on the place.
The heaviest rains of the season have fallen during the month of September, and while we do not care for quite so much water a,t one time, we are grateful for the cooling effect it has on the temperature, which is still plenty high.
On Sunday the 20th we had for dinner guests Miss Meta Monsees of Fort Myers and Mrs. Lillian Rugg of Estero.
And still they continue to go—the young men of our community—to join the vast army of those in training to enable them to respond to the call of their country to defend it against all comers. Our prayers go with them for their safety and speedy return.
Judging by the commotion in the woods among the crows they, too, must be holding their fall elections, possibly to determine which one of all their number is to have the honor of being their flight leader for the coming migration.
October 1942
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WANDERING around the fields with several companions recently, we came upon what we decided must be the abandoned site of the "Hotel de Swamp," which burned to the ground some 20 years ago. Nothing remains to mark the spot except a hollow square of cement which might have been a shallow well or cistern. What memories this place would recall to the boys who made it their home during the years, of their sojourn with the Unity! And so passes into oblivion the outward or physical form of old landmarks and habitations, but who can say just when or where the ripples of memory cease in the mental sphere? Mother Nature, however, is. doing her best to commemorate the spot with a very prolific Gajeput grove.
On August 30th Mr. and Mrs. F. S. Lewis, took dinner with us. Sister Rose Gilbert returned with them to Everglades. We also had for supper guests Mrs. Jennie Campbell, Edith Trebell, Lillian Rugg and Mr. Rowland of Estero and Henry Moreland of Fort Myers, who enjoyed with us a treat of ice cream and cake.
A. H. Andrews left Friday morning, September 4, on a trip to St. Petersburg and the surrounding country, encountering many handicaps in the way of disrupted bus schedules, etc. He returned on Monday the 7th.
Sunday, September 6, was the 54th anniversary of the founding of the Koreshan Unity in Chicago. Since that founding, many persons have come and gone; some tarried but a short time, while others remained for a longer period of time, but eventually drifted away to engage in other pursuits; still others remained, loyal and faithful in the performance of uses to the neighbor, keeping the Unity together and the writings of KORESH in circulation.
Coming toward me across the lawn recently, I observed what seemed to be tiny brown objects slipping through the grass without any apparent means of locomotion. Were my eyes deceiving me? Was. I seeing things? But the color reassured me. Had it been pink or some other lurid shade I might not have been so brave, but good old brown—now there's a color to hang on to. So I looked again, only to discover that the little brown objects were, in fact, a covey of baby quail, brought to the feeding grounds (which I am pleased to call my bird sanctuary) by Papa and Mamma quail, who had been my guests off and on for more than a year. I stood motionless in wonder that such tiny mites could get about so independently and apparently without volition on their part, for at the slightest sound, without waiting for instructions from Mother or Dad, as one mind they take wing and fly to the nearest clump of taller weeds and grasses and wait for their parents, who first look all about—the father from the vantage point of a nearby stump, where he has stood guard—and then they too depart, but more leisurely than their offspring. And so they wander off through the weeds and grass, picking up a tidbit here, a seed there, chirping happily the while, content to spend the day picking up their livelihood. And as they go I offer up a petition to God, who notes even the sparrow's fall, to protect them from all marauders and bring them safely back to my sanctuary.
Sister Emily Bessemer returned from Miami on the 10th, where1 she spent a very pleasant vacation with her son Alton and His family.
Word has been received from Sister Rose Gilbert, who is at Everglades with her sister, that her son Deane of Metuchen, N. J., came to spend several days with her, which of course made her very happy, since she has not seen him for a number of years. The writer remembers Deane as a long legged youth of about 14 years. Now he is married and the head of a family. Tempzi^ fugit.
We are simply wallowing in guavas a,t this writing. There are some good varieties of guavas which make delicious jelly and some of the larger ones are fine for canning, but the general run of them leave much to be desired, and are quite a disappointment to visitors from other parts of the country who inadvertently bite into them and break a tooth on the bullet like seeds which constitute the greater part of the guava.
Brother Theodore Naeselius has brought in some very delicious Japanese persimmons recently. They are not so plentiful, however, as we have only a few of these trees on the place.
The heaviest rains of the season have fallen during the month of September, and while we do not care for quite so much water a,t one time, we are grateful for the cooling effect it has on the temperature, which is still plenty high.
On Sunday the 20th we had for dinner guests Miss Meta Monsees of Fort Myers and Mrs. Lillian Rugg of Estero.
And still they continue to go—the young men of our community—to join the vast army of those in training to enable them to respond to the call of their country to defend it against all comers. Our prayers go with them for their safety and speedy return.
Judging by the commotion in the woods among the crows they, too, must be holding their fall elections, possibly to determine which one of all their number is to have the honor of being their flight leader for the coming migration.
Author:
[various]
Summary:
Standard reprints of earlier articles. The Centerfold story of Koreshan Aims and Objectives is included again.
Category:
8: Communication Artifact
Notes:
See Public Shelf for photocopies.
Object Name:
Periodical
Subcategory:
Documentary Artifact
People:
Koresh
Andrews, Allen
Staton, Lou
Fischer, Marie
.
Andrews, Allen
Staton, Lou
Fischer, Marie
.
Phys Desc:
12 p. 31 cm.
Publisher:
Guiding Star Publishing House
Publication Place:
Estero, Fl.
Search Terms:
Flaming Sword
Subjects:
Theology——Periodicals