Title:
The Flaming Sword
Accession#:
1991.10.03
Pubication Date:
1943/03/00
Call#:
FS 57:3
Object ID:
PA—0283
Collection:
Flaming Sword
Additional Notes & Full Text:
COMMUNITY CURRENT EVENTS
March 1943
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MRS. ABBIE McCREADY died on Saturday, January 30, of infirmities resulting from old age, being 83 years of age. She is survived by her husband, Wm. McCready, a confirmed invalid, and a daughter, Mrs. Catherine Church of Estero. Two other daughters, Mrs. Lovelle Ahrano and Mrs. Marie McConnell of Tampa, Fla., and another daughter in the North; also a son, Wm., Jr., in Boston, Mass. Mrs. McCready was born in Homewood, Pa., April 15th, 1859. She came to the Koreshan Unity in Chicago with her husband .and family in 1893, having remained with the organization ever since, being one of its oldest members. Remains were interred in the local cemetery. Sister Abbie was loved by all who knew her. We shall miss her cheerful and everready smile.
Mrs. Lovelle Ahrano and Mrs. Marie McConnell of Tampa arrived on Friday, January 29, summoned by the final illness of their mother, and remained over in Estero until Monday, when they returned to Tampa.
Encouraged by all the talk of "freezing" prices, wages, and men onto their jobs, Old Man Winter thought he would do a, little freezing on his own account. Accordingly we opened our eyes. on the morning of the 15th to a limp and frozen landscape; water faucets out of commission and thick scum of ice on the birds' drinking dish. And worst of all, the tomatoes and papayas that we had anticipated with so much gustatory pleasure were cooked right on the vines and trees.
We still have hopes for part of a mango crop, although some of the foliage was badly singed where the sun struck it the hottest while still so icy cold.
Warned, no doubt, by their "intuition," the robins have made a stopover at Estero to give the weatherman time to warm things up a bit before proceeding on their northerly flight.
To those of us who were born and raised with the robins it always gives us a qualm to hear their poignant call and realize that they will soon be going on without us.
Wherever they have spent the winter they certainly have not been rationed; they are as fat and sleek as "butter." Now, why do I bring that up?—that word which is rapidly becoming just a pleasant memory, and will no doubt soon become obsolete in the vocabulary of this generation. The coming one will have their toast and sandwiches oleoed, nucoed, parkayed or what have you. This war is surely making a lot of changes not only in the topography of the world, but in our menus, and that's where it 'seems to hit us the hardest, for we have not yet learned to live without eating, but so far, we really haven't anything to complain about.
I am so busy feeding and watching the birds these spring days that I hardly find time to tell you about them. I say spring intuitively, because even though the thermometer still registers pretty low overnight there is a certain feeling in the air, when the sun comes out, that the worst is over for South Florida. The quail are pairing off; the redbirds are about to burst their little throats with joyful 'singing; the Surinam cherry trees have bloomed and set fruit, and all nature is striving to obliterate the damage done by the recent cold snap. The days are growing longer, the nights shorter and soon we shall be retiring by sunlight again as we did last summer. I heartily agree with Russell Kay, columnist, who advocates central time for Florida. That would put us at least one hour nearer sun time.
It has been some time since we had any "kids" in the Unity, so we are pleased to report that we now have three, and they are the cutest things, horns hoofs and little long faces with large expressive eyes just begging for attention. In fact, they tried to climb out over their pen right into our arms, and even though they are not full grown they would make some armful, so did not encourage too much familiarity. There are also three grownups in this addition to our family.
Miss Meta Monsees of Fort Myers was visiting friends at the Unity on the 4th and 5th.
Samuel Armour of Fort Myers was visiting friends at the Unity on Sunday the 7th.
Mr. and Mrs. George Simpson were dinner guests of the Unity on Sunday the 14th. Mr. Simpson exhibited an ancient cannon that was dredged from the Gulf at Boca Grande; also an airplane carrier model that he has built that is complete in every detail. Mrs. Lillian Rugg was also a dinner guest.
Went shopping in Fort Myers recently and was very much shocked to find the grocery shelves so empty and bare. I now know just exactly how "Old Mother Hubbard" felt. And I had not only that "all gone" feeling at the pit of my stomach, but also the feeling of a criminal or at least a petty sneak thief because on the shelves, where still remained a few cans of fish or meat, was displayed a Federal prohibition against their sale. Naturally one immediately desired above all else to have some of that "verboten" stuff. But patriotically I desisted and came away with only as many cans of unforbidden food as the law allows. And now, several days later, as I look over the "point" schedule just received I cannot figure out how one can possibly manipulate it so as to be able to buy more than one and one-half cans per week of even the lowliest fruit or vegetable unless one's taste ran exclusively to sauerkraut. So it's back to the farm for me. I prefer fresh foods anyway, don't you?
Henry Moreland of Fort Myers was a dinner guest on the 21st.
March 1943
---------------------------
MRS. ABBIE McCREADY died on Saturday, January 30, of infirmities resulting from old age, being 83 years of age. She is survived by her husband, Wm. McCready, a confirmed invalid, and a daughter, Mrs. Catherine Church of Estero. Two other daughters, Mrs. Lovelle Ahrano and Mrs. Marie McConnell of Tampa, Fla., and another daughter in the North; also a son, Wm., Jr., in Boston, Mass. Mrs. McCready was born in Homewood, Pa., April 15th, 1859. She came to the Koreshan Unity in Chicago with her husband .and family in 1893, having remained with the organization ever since, being one of its oldest members. Remains were interred in the local cemetery. Sister Abbie was loved by all who knew her. We shall miss her cheerful and everready smile.
Mrs. Lovelle Ahrano and Mrs. Marie McConnell of Tampa arrived on Friday, January 29, summoned by the final illness of their mother, and remained over in Estero until Monday, when they returned to Tampa.
Encouraged by all the talk of "freezing" prices, wages, and men onto their jobs, Old Man Winter thought he would do a, little freezing on his own account. Accordingly we opened our eyes. on the morning of the 15th to a limp and frozen landscape; water faucets out of commission and thick scum of ice on the birds' drinking dish. And worst of all, the tomatoes and papayas that we had anticipated with so much gustatory pleasure were cooked right on the vines and trees.
We still have hopes for part of a mango crop, although some of the foliage was badly singed where the sun struck it the hottest while still so icy cold.
Warned, no doubt, by their "intuition," the robins have made a stopover at Estero to give the weatherman time to warm things up a bit before proceeding on their northerly flight.
To those of us who were born and raised with the robins it always gives us a qualm to hear their poignant call and realize that they will soon be going on without us.
Wherever they have spent the winter they certainly have not been rationed; they are as fat and sleek as "butter." Now, why do I bring that up?—that word which is rapidly becoming just a pleasant memory, and will no doubt soon become obsolete in the vocabulary of this generation. The coming one will have their toast and sandwiches oleoed, nucoed, parkayed or what have you. This war is surely making a lot of changes not only in the topography of the world, but in our menus, and that's where it 'seems to hit us the hardest, for we have not yet learned to live without eating, but so far, we really haven't anything to complain about.
I am so busy feeding and watching the birds these spring days that I hardly find time to tell you about them. I say spring intuitively, because even though the thermometer still registers pretty low overnight there is a certain feeling in the air, when the sun comes out, that the worst is over for South Florida. The quail are pairing off; the redbirds are about to burst their little throats with joyful 'singing; the Surinam cherry trees have bloomed and set fruit, and all nature is striving to obliterate the damage done by the recent cold snap. The days are growing longer, the nights shorter and soon we shall be retiring by sunlight again as we did last summer. I heartily agree with Russell Kay, columnist, who advocates central time for Florida. That would put us at least one hour nearer sun time.
It has been some time since we had any "kids" in the Unity, so we are pleased to report that we now have three, and they are the cutest things, horns hoofs and little long faces with large expressive eyes just begging for attention. In fact, they tried to climb out over their pen right into our arms, and even though they are not full grown they would make some armful, so did not encourage too much familiarity. There are also three grownups in this addition to our family.
Miss Meta Monsees of Fort Myers was visiting friends at the Unity on the 4th and 5th.
Samuel Armour of Fort Myers was visiting friends at the Unity on Sunday the 7th.
Mr. and Mrs. George Simpson were dinner guests of the Unity on Sunday the 14th. Mr. Simpson exhibited an ancient cannon that was dredged from the Gulf at Boca Grande; also an airplane carrier model that he has built that is complete in every detail. Mrs. Lillian Rugg was also a dinner guest.
Went shopping in Fort Myers recently and was very much shocked to find the grocery shelves so empty and bare. I now know just exactly how "Old Mother Hubbard" felt. And I had not only that "all gone" feeling at the pit of my stomach, but also the feeling of a criminal or at least a petty sneak thief because on the shelves, where still remained a few cans of fish or meat, was displayed a Federal prohibition against their sale. Naturally one immediately desired above all else to have some of that "verboten" stuff. But patriotically I desisted and came away with only as many cans of unforbidden food as the law allows. And now, several days later, as I look over the "point" schedule just received I cannot figure out how one can possibly manipulate it so as to be able to buy more than one and one-half cans per week of even the lowliest fruit or vegetable unless one's taste ran exclusively to sauerkraut. So it's back to the farm for me. I prefer fresh foods anyway, don't you?
Henry Moreland of Fort Myers was a dinner guest on the 21st.
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.
There was NO COMMUNITY CURRENT EVENTS IN JANUARY 1943.
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