Title:
The Flaming Sword
Accession#:
1991.10.03
Pubication Date:
1943/09/00
Call#:
FS 57:9
Object ID:
PA—0289
Collection:
Flaming Sword
Additional Notes & Full Text:
COMMUNITY CURRENT EVENTS
September 1943
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TIME ROLLS ON, never stopping for anything, but ideas seem to be at a complete standstill.
We all manage to keep busy but somehow too much busyness is not to be desired in the protracted heat that we are having. It rains and it blows, but no respite from heat. One arises in the morning more exhausted than we were on retiring. One little bit of silver lining peeps' out from behind the heat clouds of August assur-ing us that come September the sun will set a, little earlier, the days will be noticeably a little shorter and then the good old winter time.
Does it really rain hoppy toads as we were told in our childhood? Several times this summer while on my way to the chicken house just after a heavy rain the baby toads were so numerous that I had to watch my step to keep from stepping on them; which I wouldn't do for a farm. Of course there must be some other explanation for their sudden appearance, but somehow I prefer to stick to the idea of them coming down with the rain. I do not always like the literal, matter-of-fact explanation of things. It makes life too tame and uninteresting.
We are having some typical tropical storm weath-er,—gusts of wind and spatters of rain with sometimes a dead calm in between and intense heat. Reports are that a slight disturbance is on the way via Bahama Is-lands. Expected to proceed on up the coast toward Cape Hatter as which seems to be a favorite objective of many of our storms. Perhaps because it "sticks it's neck out" into the sea just to see what goes on.
Robert and Lloyd Graham came Saturday the 14th to visit overnight with relatives returning to Miami the next day.
Went out to the barnyard the other day to see how things were progressing there, and I could hardly believe my eyes, such growth had been made by the kidlets. And not only growth but they had even changed their colors so that I didn't recognize them. And so exuberant was their welcome, especially by Lily the leader of the little band that I promptly squealed for help and began trying to run backwards which is no small feat if you can do it. I did not dare turn my back to them. If I had to meet an avalanche of horns and hoofs I wanted it to be a head-on collision. Well, I wasn't making much progress when Brother Laurie, their caretaker, did something to attract their attention for a moment, whereupon I turned and fled toward the barn, but not until Lily had assured me of her pleasure by rearing straight up on her hind legs and coming down again right in front of me.
After regaining my breath I watched and admired them from the safety of the barn, and they are truly beautiful, (if a goat can be said to be beautiful), showing the result of good care and personal attention to their cleanliness and well-being. Only a few short months ago I held the younger ones in my arms, but I certainly could not do it now, and so I can only sit on the side lines and admire.
This must be the season for the bamboos to send up their new shoots, as I notice quite a number poking their pointed heads through the ground. It is interesting to watch them grow. They are cone-shaped and have a sort of husk protecting the young shoot. This husk, of course grows and, expandsi as growth progresses and in time they shuck off and fall to the ground where they resemble a bird in flight. On the smaller part that corresponds to the bird's head there is a coating of silky-looking brown fur which one instinctively wants to stroke and upon doing so you immediately regret it because this innocent looking fur is really very fine spines which are almost as bad as. the almost invisible ones that the cactus protects itself with. The bamboo is a very graceful plant as it sways in the breeze, reaching a height of fifty or sixty feet. Of course in the Tropics it grows even taller than that.
I "see by the papers" that our soldier boys are learning to eat and like the young shoots of this giant grass as it forms a part of the diet in some of those foreign countries. Have never tried it but think I shall some day.
Speaking of pets, Sister Adah Price has taken a very odd one under her wing. As moist of you know, Sister Adah lives some distance from the diningroom and other places of business in our little settlement, so she has occasion to observe wild life on her way to and fro. As she was going along one day, recently, she noticed a turtle excavating a hole for itself along the walk. On another day she noticed it was, just sitting about not looking so good so she prodded it with her foot. Still no response, and on looking more closely she found a number of what looked like very full grown ticks on it's tail,—if a turtle has a tail, so she quickly ran for the kerosene can and administered first aid. After several applications she succeeded in removing the pests and now Mrs. Turtle is happy again.
Mrs. Lillian Rugg took dinner with us on the 15th.
Sisters Adah Price and Florence Graham accompanied A. H. Andrews on his weekly visit to Miami on Friday the 27th.
September 1943
------------------------------
TIME ROLLS ON, never stopping for anything, but ideas seem to be at a complete standstill.
We all manage to keep busy but somehow too much busyness is not to be desired in the protracted heat that we are having. It rains and it blows, but no respite from heat. One arises in the morning more exhausted than we were on retiring. One little bit of silver lining peeps' out from behind the heat clouds of August assur-ing us that come September the sun will set a, little earlier, the days will be noticeably a little shorter and then the good old winter time.
Does it really rain hoppy toads as we were told in our childhood? Several times this summer while on my way to the chicken house just after a heavy rain the baby toads were so numerous that I had to watch my step to keep from stepping on them; which I wouldn't do for a farm. Of course there must be some other explanation for their sudden appearance, but somehow I prefer to stick to the idea of them coming down with the rain. I do not always like the literal, matter-of-fact explanation of things. It makes life too tame and uninteresting.
We are having some typical tropical storm weath-er,—gusts of wind and spatters of rain with sometimes a dead calm in between and intense heat. Reports are that a slight disturbance is on the way via Bahama Is-lands. Expected to proceed on up the coast toward Cape Hatter as which seems to be a favorite objective of many of our storms. Perhaps because it "sticks it's neck out" into the sea just to see what goes on.
Robert and Lloyd Graham came Saturday the 14th to visit overnight with relatives returning to Miami the next day.
Went out to the barnyard the other day to see how things were progressing there, and I could hardly believe my eyes, such growth had been made by the kidlets. And not only growth but they had even changed their colors so that I didn't recognize them. And so exuberant was their welcome, especially by Lily the leader of the little band that I promptly squealed for help and began trying to run backwards which is no small feat if you can do it. I did not dare turn my back to them. If I had to meet an avalanche of horns and hoofs I wanted it to be a head-on collision. Well, I wasn't making much progress when Brother Laurie, their caretaker, did something to attract their attention for a moment, whereupon I turned and fled toward the barn, but not until Lily had assured me of her pleasure by rearing straight up on her hind legs and coming down again right in front of me.
After regaining my breath I watched and admired them from the safety of the barn, and they are truly beautiful, (if a goat can be said to be beautiful), showing the result of good care and personal attention to their cleanliness and well-being. Only a few short months ago I held the younger ones in my arms, but I certainly could not do it now, and so I can only sit on the side lines and admire.
This must be the season for the bamboos to send up their new shoots, as I notice quite a number poking their pointed heads through the ground. It is interesting to watch them grow. They are cone-shaped and have a sort of husk protecting the young shoot. This husk, of course grows and, expandsi as growth progresses and in time they shuck off and fall to the ground where they resemble a bird in flight. On the smaller part that corresponds to the bird's head there is a coating of silky-looking brown fur which one instinctively wants to stroke and upon doing so you immediately regret it because this innocent looking fur is really very fine spines which are almost as bad as. the almost invisible ones that the cactus protects itself with. The bamboo is a very graceful plant as it sways in the breeze, reaching a height of fifty or sixty feet. Of course in the Tropics it grows even taller than that.
I "see by the papers" that our soldier boys are learning to eat and like the young shoots of this giant grass as it forms a part of the diet in some of those foreign countries. Have never tried it but think I shall some day.
Speaking of pets, Sister Adah Price has taken a very odd one under her wing. As moist of you know, Sister Adah lives some distance from the diningroom and other places of business in our little settlement, so she has occasion to observe wild life on her way to and fro. As she was going along one day, recently, she noticed a turtle excavating a hole for itself along the walk. On another day she noticed it was, just sitting about not looking so good so she prodded it with her foot. Still no response, and on looking more closely she found a number of what looked like very full grown ticks on it's tail,—if a turtle has a tail, so she quickly ran for the kerosene can and administered first aid. After several applications she succeeded in removing the pests and now Mrs. Turtle is happy again.
Mrs. Lillian Rugg took dinner with us on the 15th.
Sisters Adah Price and Florence Graham accompanied A. H. Andrews on his weekly visit to Miami on Friday the 27th.
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