Title:
The Flaming Sword
Accession#:
1991.10.03
Pubication Date:
1943/08/00
Call#:
FS 57:8
Object ID:
PA—0288
Collection:
Flaming Sword
Additional Notes & Full Text:
COMMUNITY CURRENT EVENTS
August 1943
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ON MY WAY to work in the morning for the past several weeks I am regretfully reminded of Thomas Gray's "Full many a flower is born to blush unseen; and waste it's sweetness o.n the desert air." As witness, the night-blooming' cereus, whose limp remains hang drooping and dejected as a. vain reminder of the ethereal beauty which was theirs for a few short hours,—between dusk and sunrise. Few of us have had the hardihood to venture forth at night to view the aerial display, since it is now open season for mosquitoes, and they are taking full advantage of their numbers, to keep us poor helpless victims o'n the jump. So the night-blooming cereus will continue to do its blooming and blushing unseen.
One day recently, after having been pursued right into the house by our common enemy, the mosquitoes, and while resting from the chase, I was engaged in my favorite pastime of exterminating said enemy when my attention was attracted by numerous moving objects on the floor all about me and on looking more closely my thoughts went back to the old adage found in Proverbs, "Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways and be wise." The ever-present busy little ants had already discovered the dead and wounded mosquitoes and were scurrying them off to their nests for provender against the rainy days which are now with us. And since it is so wet outside these same ants, instead of boldly coming in at the door, are sneaking up on me through the cracks of the floor, their nest evidently being under the house, so they do not even have to get their little feet wet in order to go foraging. What a convenience these old houses with the wide cracks in the floor are.
And so, even though we wage war against them we might do well to heed the old adage and use them as an example of thrift and industry.
There have been many disappointments and dis-illusions along the road since childhood, but one thing that never fails, to thrill me is the sound of a humming bird. They always seem to me to be little fairy birds from another world, never alighting nor lingering long in any one place.
All summer two of these little fairies have been delighting me with their humming and chirping. I seem. to have the right combination on the trellis at the side of my porch; there are several varieties of blooming vines, but I think it is the wild honeysuckle that attracts them, and while I watch them hovering over each blossom cannot help wondering what the secret of their perpetual motion is. Perhaps our scientists might learn something from them that would be of use in our aerial defense program.
Mrs. Emily Bessemer returned from Miami on the
8th, where she spent several months visiting her son Alton and family.
Mr. and Mrs. Frank S. Lewis of Everglades arrived on Saturday, the 17th to spend part of their vacation at their Estero cottage. Sister Rose Gilbert, who has been spending some time at Everglades, came home with them. While here the Lewis' treated the Unity folks to watermelon which was, very delicious and much appreciated.
Mrs. Julia Home of Tice, and Miss Hattie Englert of Fort Myers took dinner with us on Sunday the 18th. Mrs. Lillian Rugg of Estero was also a guest on this day.
Mrs. Cora Newcomb of LaBelle left for her home on the 19th, after a, week's visit with friends at the Unity.
I am so addled with the heat and a "number of things" that if these chronicles seem a bit sketchy you will kindly forbear criticism. Having to scratch a page of "events" out of one's head every so often, when there are no events to speak of, takes a bit of scratching.
Of course I could tell you about folks going to town or passing through, and that would make good fillers but soon get monotonous, so perhaps a bit of "wild life" will be acceptable1.
When the heavy rains first started some' weeks ago on an evening of one of the all-day rains I heard the unmistakable sounds of agitation and distress which the quail makes, and on looking out saw coming up the road going to the old chicken yard a covey of quail, several grown ones in the lead and followed by at least a dozen half grown ones traveling just as fast as their thin little legs would carry them. You see, it was roosting time and no doubt they had been flooded out at their usual retreat and were hard put to it to' find another place not quite so wet. Being flooded out was tragedy enough, but bringing up the rear of this little band of refugees was one poor little thing with drooping wings, evidently sick and weary, bravely trying to keep up with the rest of them but never quite catching up.
My heart ached as I watched them go, wondering why in the animal and bird kingdom the parents are so indifferent to the weaker ones. I have never become reconciled to that inexorable law of nature which decrees that survival is to the fittest.
Sister Etta Silverfriend left on the 30th for Savannah, Missouri where she will be under observation and treatment for several weeks at Dr. Nichols Sanatorium. Brother Alien Andrews drove her to Lakeland where she will take the train via Jacksonville to her destination.
August 1943
------------------------------
ON MY WAY to work in the morning for the past several weeks I am regretfully reminded of Thomas Gray's "Full many a flower is born to blush unseen; and waste it's sweetness o.n the desert air." As witness, the night-blooming' cereus, whose limp remains hang drooping and dejected as a. vain reminder of the ethereal beauty which was theirs for a few short hours,—between dusk and sunrise. Few of us have had the hardihood to venture forth at night to view the aerial display, since it is now open season for mosquitoes, and they are taking full advantage of their numbers, to keep us poor helpless victims o'n the jump. So the night-blooming cereus will continue to do its blooming and blushing unseen.
One day recently, after having been pursued right into the house by our common enemy, the mosquitoes, and while resting from the chase, I was engaged in my favorite pastime of exterminating said enemy when my attention was attracted by numerous moving objects on the floor all about me and on looking more closely my thoughts went back to the old adage found in Proverbs, "Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways and be wise." The ever-present busy little ants had already discovered the dead and wounded mosquitoes and were scurrying them off to their nests for provender against the rainy days which are now with us. And since it is so wet outside these same ants, instead of boldly coming in at the door, are sneaking up on me through the cracks of the floor, their nest evidently being under the house, so they do not even have to get their little feet wet in order to go foraging. What a convenience these old houses with the wide cracks in the floor are.
And so, even though we wage war against them we might do well to heed the old adage and use them as an example of thrift and industry.
There have been many disappointments and dis-illusions along the road since childhood, but one thing that never fails, to thrill me is the sound of a humming bird. They always seem to me to be little fairy birds from another world, never alighting nor lingering long in any one place.
All summer two of these little fairies have been delighting me with their humming and chirping. I seem. to have the right combination on the trellis at the side of my porch; there are several varieties of blooming vines, but I think it is the wild honeysuckle that attracts them, and while I watch them hovering over each blossom cannot help wondering what the secret of their perpetual motion is. Perhaps our scientists might learn something from them that would be of use in our aerial defense program.
Mrs. Emily Bessemer returned from Miami on the
8th, where she spent several months visiting her son Alton and family.
Mr. and Mrs. Frank S. Lewis of Everglades arrived on Saturday, the 17th to spend part of their vacation at their Estero cottage. Sister Rose Gilbert, who has been spending some time at Everglades, came home with them. While here the Lewis' treated the Unity folks to watermelon which was, very delicious and much appreciated.
Mrs. Julia Home of Tice, and Miss Hattie Englert of Fort Myers took dinner with us on Sunday the 18th. Mrs. Lillian Rugg of Estero was also a guest on this day.
Mrs. Cora Newcomb of LaBelle left for her home on the 19th, after a, week's visit with friends at the Unity.
I am so addled with the heat and a "number of things" that if these chronicles seem a bit sketchy you will kindly forbear criticism. Having to scratch a page of "events" out of one's head every so often, when there are no events to speak of, takes a bit of scratching.
Of course I could tell you about folks going to town or passing through, and that would make good fillers but soon get monotonous, so perhaps a bit of "wild life" will be acceptable1.
When the heavy rains first started some' weeks ago on an evening of one of the all-day rains I heard the unmistakable sounds of agitation and distress which the quail makes, and on looking out saw coming up the road going to the old chicken yard a covey of quail, several grown ones in the lead and followed by at least a dozen half grown ones traveling just as fast as their thin little legs would carry them. You see, it was roosting time and no doubt they had been flooded out at their usual retreat and were hard put to it to' find another place not quite so wet. Being flooded out was tragedy enough, but bringing up the rear of this little band of refugees was one poor little thing with drooping wings, evidently sick and weary, bravely trying to keep up with the rest of them but never quite catching up.
My heart ached as I watched them go, wondering why in the animal and bird kingdom the parents are so indifferent to the weaker ones. I have never become reconciled to that inexorable law of nature which decrees that survival is to the fittest.
Sister Etta Silverfriend left on the 30th for Savannah, Missouri where she will be under observation and treatment for several weeks at Dr. Nichols Sanatorium. Brother Alien Andrews drove her to Lakeland where she will take the train via Jacksonville to her destination.
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