Title:
The Flaming Sword
Accession#:
1991.10.03
Pubication Date:
1943/04/00
Call#:
FS 57:4
Object ID:
PA—0284
Collection:
Flaming Sword
Additional Notes & Full Text:
COMMUNITY CURRENT EVENTS
April 1943
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CHARLES H. HUNT, who had been bedridden for ten years from paralysis, died on Monday, March 4. He was one of the oldest members of the Unity in point of residence, coming to Estero in 1894. Mr. Hunt was born in Delaware County, Iowa, April 21st, 1862, being nearly 81 years of age at the time of his death. With his brother George, who died last June, he came to the Unity in Chicago from Oregon in 1893, having remained with the organization ever since. He was a, great sportsman and in earlier years did a great deal of hunting in Lee County. He was a member of the Tamiami Trail Blazing expedition in 1923. So far as known, he left no near relatives., though there are many old friends who will miss him now that he has passed away. Burial was in the local cemetery.
The business of being a postmaster in a country village may have its pleasant side but it has, also a side where one's motherly instincts are brought out to the extent that it hurts. On a recent Saturday our mail carrier absentmindedly carried a box of baby chicks on through to the southern end of the route. Of course he brought them back on his return trip but that happens to be at the end of our business day. They were shipped to' one of our patrons who lives about five miles distant. We tried vainly to reach him by various methods but the grapevine refused to work, so I spent several hours in futile worry, finally deciding the chicks would be much happier at home with me. This decision relieved my mind considerably so I went still further,—took them home, released them from their cramped quarters and spent a very happy hour feeding and watering them, and also did a little cuddling during the process.
Of course they weren't very hungry yet, but oh! how thirsty. And so after drinking to repletion, pecking a little at the food, and stretching their baby wings they were content to be bedded down again in their box .and soon there was not a sound to be heard a,nd I too retired with a satisfied conscience, leaving the morrow to take care of itself, which it did in the following fashion: Having the baby chicks on my mind I arose early, warmed up the room and proceeded to give them their breakfast, and after about an hour's running around hither and yon trying to make connection with a car and driver, ran into our good friend Geo. Simpson who kindly offered to take both me and the chicks to their destination. And so in keeping with the post office department slogan "the mail must go through," it did.
Since my last report several little newcomers have arrived out at the barn, and are they cunning? and most marvelous of all, when only four days old they could already frisk about and play "catcher" with their caretaker. I had not seen them for a week so went out one Sunday morning to watch them have their breakfast a-la-mode, which in this instance is an ingenious arrangement of a cold drink case supported by a rope so that it will stand upright or can be tilted at different angles to suit the convenience of the diners. Their bottles of milk are inserted in the case and presto breakfast is served, and no second invitation is necessary. All three .get busy not only with their mouths but as soon asi the milk begins to flow their little tails begin to switch back and forth so rapidly that the eye can scarcely fo'llow them. Breakfast over the frolic begins. Stripes—the youngest—hardly knowing how to take the attentions of Snowwhite and Blackie who' playfully nudge and butt him about inviting' him to join the game, so I gather him up into my arms, where he cuddles down happily and begins to investigate my neck and chin. When he becomes too attentive I put him down again with the others and his lessons of life begin.
Mrs. Cora Newcomb of LaBelle accompanied by her daughter Mrs. Gordon Chauvin of Houston, Texas, came on the 18th, to visit over night with relatives and friends at the Unity. They returned to LaBelle the following day.
Miss Meta Monsees of Fort Myers arrived Saturday the 20th to spend the week end with us.
Mrs. Lillian Rugg and little friend Dolores Whidden took dinner with us on the 21st.
Dr. and Mrs. W. T. King of Armeek, Mich., Mrs. D. Zeerip of Cleveland, Ohio and Mrs. Albert Haman, of St. Paul, Minn., visited with Sister Etta and Brother Henry Silverfriend, Monday the 22d. They are spending the winter at Sanibel, Florida.
Mrs. Betty Guild Lewis and small son William of Detroit, Michigan, stopped off on the 23d en route to Miami to visit with Sister Adah Price.
Our sausage tree near the filling station is in bloom, and so, we shall soon have some sausage that is not rationed, but it may not prove to be as edible as the commercial variety.
Right on top of summer weather another cold snap descended upon us on the night of 22d. Blankets were once more indicated, but is warming up now.
Owing to the dry weather the orange bloom is very late this spring, only a few having been .noticed at this writing.
The bauhinia trees are in bloom, but they, too, show the lack of moisture, the blossoms being few and far between.
April 1943
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CHARLES H. HUNT, who had been bedridden for ten years from paralysis, died on Monday, March 4. He was one of the oldest members of the Unity in point of residence, coming to Estero in 1894. Mr. Hunt was born in Delaware County, Iowa, April 21st, 1862, being nearly 81 years of age at the time of his death. With his brother George, who died last June, he came to the Unity in Chicago from Oregon in 1893, having remained with the organization ever since. He was a, great sportsman and in earlier years did a great deal of hunting in Lee County. He was a member of the Tamiami Trail Blazing expedition in 1923. So far as known, he left no near relatives., though there are many old friends who will miss him now that he has passed away. Burial was in the local cemetery.
The business of being a postmaster in a country village may have its pleasant side but it has, also a side where one's motherly instincts are brought out to the extent that it hurts. On a recent Saturday our mail carrier absentmindedly carried a box of baby chicks on through to the southern end of the route. Of course he brought them back on his return trip but that happens to be at the end of our business day. They were shipped to' one of our patrons who lives about five miles distant. We tried vainly to reach him by various methods but the grapevine refused to work, so I spent several hours in futile worry, finally deciding the chicks would be much happier at home with me. This decision relieved my mind considerably so I went still further,—took them home, released them from their cramped quarters and spent a very happy hour feeding and watering them, and also did a little cuddling during the process.
Of course they weren't very hungry yet, but oh! how thirsty. And so after drinking to repletion, pecking a little at the food, and stretching their baby wings they were content to be bedded down again in their box .and soon there was not a sound to be heard a,nd I too retired with a satisfied conscience, leaving the morrow to take care of itself, which it did in the following fashion: Having the baby chicks on my mind I arose early, warmed up the room and proceeded to give them their breakfast, and after about an hour's running around hither and yon trying to make connection with a car and driver, ran into our good friend Geo. Simpson who kindly offered to take both me and the chicks to their destination. And so in keeping with the post office department slogan "the mail must go through," it did.
Since my last report several little newcomers have arrived out at the barn, and are they cunning? and most marvelous of all, when only four days old they could already frisk about and play "catcher" with their caretaker. I had not seen them for a week so went out one Sunday morning to watch them have their breakfast a-la-mode, which in this instance is an ingenious arrangement of a cold drink case supported by a rope so that it will stand upright or can be tilted at different angles to suit the convenience of the diners. Their bottles of milk are inserted in the case and presto breakfast is served, and no second invitation is necessary. All three .get busy not only with their mouths but as soon asi the milk begins to flow their little tails begin to switch back and forth so rapidly that the eye can scarcely fo'llow them. Breakfast over the frolic begins. Stripes—the youngest—hardly knowing how to take the attentions of Snowwhite and Blackie who' playfully nudge and butt him about inviting' him to join the game, so I gather him up into my arms, where he cuddles down happily and begins to investigate my neck and chin. When he becomes too attentive I put him down again with the others and his lessons of life begin.
Mrs. Cora Newcomb of LaBelle accompanied by her daughter Mrs. Gordon Chauvin of Houston, Texas, came on the 18th, to visit over night with relatives and friends at the Unity. They returned to LaBelle the following day.
Miss Meta Monsees of Fort Myers arrived Saturday the 20th to spend the week end with us.
Mrs. Lillian Rugg and little friend Dolores Whidden took dinner with us on the 21st.
Dr. and Mrs. W. T. King of Armeek, Mich., Mrs. D. Zeerip of Cleveland, Ohio and Mrs. Albert Haman, of St. Paul, Minn., visited with Sister Etta and Brother Henry Silverfriend, Monday the 22d. They are spending the winter at Sanibel, Florida.
Mrs. Betty Guild Lewis and small son William of Detroit, Michigan, stopped off on the 23d en route to Miami to visit with Sister Adah Price.
Our sausage tree near the filling station is in bloom, and so, we shall soon have some sausage that is not rationed, but it may not prove to be as edible as the commercial variety.
Right on top of summer weather another cold snap descended upon us on the night of 22d. Blankets were once more indicated, but is warming up now.
Owing to the dry weather the orange bloom is very late this spring, only a few having been .noticed at this writing.
The bauhinia trees are in bloom, but they, too, show the lack of moisture, the blossoms being few and far between.
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