Title:
The Flaming Sword
Accession#:
1991.10.03
Pubication Date:
1943/07/00
Call#:
FS 57:7
Object ID:
PA—0287
Collection:
Flaming Sword
Additional Notes & Full Text:
COMMUNITY CURRENT EVENTS
July 1943
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ON MAY 27 Sister Ida Fischer, together with A. H. Andrews, motored to Bonita Springs to attend the graduation exercises of the Junior High School class of which Sister Ida's granddaughter Emily was a member. Emily is fourteen years of age and a daughter of Irwin Fischer who came to the Unity with his parents, at the age of fourteen. Emily took part in a farce-comedy, "Elmer" which was well received by the audience. She will attend high school at Fort Myers next year.
On my way to work in the morning the outlook is brightened by a field of fairy-like blue flowers. Not being a botanist cannot tell you their proper name nor describe them botanically, but they are a sort of wild grass that grows in a spike, and the blossom comes at the tip-end. There are only two blue petals at the top, a tiny yellow center and a small, transparent white petal at the bottom, which is so shaped that it gathers and holds several drops of dew and for this, reason it is commonly known as "Job's Tears." Poor old Job must have shed them, however, in one of his more cheerful moments for they are not at all sad or tearful looking.
The magnolia trees are now in bloom, too, doing their bit to brighten up the landscape. The magnolia is a very gorgeous bloom, waxy white in color, but soon turns a, yellowish brown.
We are now, in our leisure moments, indulging ourselves in the messy pastime of eating mangoes. This cannot be done at the table, nor in the presence of another person; it is something that requires strict pri-vacy, a, convenient bath tub or at least a sink or a large pan of water. Just after the cold snap in February the prospective mango crop was doubtful, but they came through very well, and are giving us a bountiful feast.
Sapotas, too, are making their appearance by way of Sister Jennie Campbell and Edith Trebell, who al-ways share with us so generously. I have found from experience that if eaten while still firm, a little on the hard side in fact, the "dark brown" taste resembling sweetened and scorched quinine is not so pronounced, which makes it a very tantalizing and elusive flavor.
Tamarinds are rattling down now too, especially when someone is up in the tree and gives them a shake. Brother Arthur gathered quite a quantity of them to be shipped away.
Samuel Armour of Fort Myers spent the week-end —12-13—with friends at the Unity and in the neighborhood, taking Sunday dinner with his little friend Geo. Smith and parents.
June 25—"Some days must be dark and dreary. It rains and the rain is never weary." And when they are they are very welcome, for one does get tired of the glaring blaze of the tropic—or' should we say subtropic
—'sun blazing down upon us day after long day, and days without end, seemingly. But now that a good old-fashioned rainy season has set in and one gets, ma-rooned with the chickens every time a heavy rain or thunder storm comes up, even before breakfast some-times, they—the rainy days—are not so funny, so I shall probably wind up by setting up a cot and a camp 'stove in the chicken house and proceed to do some light housekeeping. And that, too, might have its points if I could get hard enough to pop a broiler into the pot occasionally, but to me that is unthinkable for they are all my little "boys and girls," and they are not yet lay-ing eggs, so we shall just have to bide our time.
We have had several generous helpings, of water-melon from Brother Conrad's garden which were much appreciated. Brother Conrad has put in some hard li-cks to re-claim his garden patch from the wilderness which seems to be encroaching more and more each year upon our domain.
Roger Perry, who has spent the past four years with the Unity, left on the 18th for points farther north.
One day recently while the rain was coming down in a deluge and the wind howling like a banshee, I was relaxing at home after "battening down the hatches" at the chicken house, when suddenly there came a "tap-ping" not at my window pane, but up in the eaves under the roof. At first I thought it might be spooks trying to make contact to assure me that "all was well and that the rain would stop some day soon." Then on prodding myself into closer attention I realized my visitor was not a supernatural but a very live natural woodpecker trying to find something to assuage his hunger while taking refuge from the storm.
A. H. Andrews left for Miami on Friday the 25th to spend the week-end, returning on Monday the 28th.
Those of us who like it are now being treated to goat's milk from our own little herd. With the ration-ing on milk now going into effect this supply from our own "vine and fig tree", so to speak, will help out con-siderably.
Monday morning the 28th, and the sun is making a feeble attempt to break through and scatter the rain clouds which have hung over us for several days. We hope that a fresh breeze will also blow up and dry out some of the mustiness which is always so offensively apparent during these rainy spells. And the weeds! Where did they all come from so quickly. I shall have to call the fire brigade to dig me out from behind them.
July 1943
------------------------------
ON MAY 27 Sister Ida Fischer, together with A. H. Andrews, motored to Bonita Springs to attend the graduation exercises of the Junior High School class of which Sister Ida's granddaughter Emily was a member. Emily is fourteen years of age and a daughter of Irwin Fischer who came to the Unity with his parents, at the age of fourteen. Emily took part in a farce-comedy, "Elmer" which was well received by the audience. She will attend high school at Fort Myers next year.
On my way to work in the morning the outlook is brightened by a field of fairy-like blue flowers. Not being a botanist cannot tell you their proper name nor describe them botanically, but they are a sort of wild grass that grows in a spike, and the blossom comes at the tip-end. There are only two blue petals at the top, a tiny yellow center and a small, transparent white petal at the bottom, which is so shaped that it gathers and holds several drops of dew and for this, reason it is commonly known as "Job's Tears." Poor old Job must have shed them, however, in one of his more cheerful moments for they are not at all sad or tearful looking.
The magnolia trees are now in bloom, too, doing their bit to brighten up the landscape. The magnolia is a very gorgeous bloom, waxy white in color, but soon turns a, yellowish brown.
We are now, in our leisure moments, indulging ourselves in the messy pastime of eating mangoes. This cannot be done at the table, nor in the presence of another person; it is something that requires strict pri-vacy, a, convenient bath tub or at least a sink or a large pan of water. Just after the cold snap in February the prospective mango crop was doubtful, but they came through very well, and are giving us a bountiful feast.
Sapotas, too, are making their appearance by way of Sister Jennie Campbell and Edith Trebell, who al-ways share with us so generously. I have found from experience that if eaten while still firm, a little on the hard side in fact, the "dark brown" taste resembling sweetened and scorched quinine is not so pronounced, which makes it a very tantalizing and elusive flavor.
Tamarinds are rattling down now too, especially when someone is up in the tree and gives them a shake. Brother Arthur gathered quite a quantity of them to be shipped away.
Samuel Armour of Fort Myers spent the week-end —12-13—with friends at the Unity and in the neighborhood, taking Sunday dinner with his little friend Geo. Smith and parents.
June 25—"Some days must be dark and dreary. It rains and the rain is never weary." And when they are they are very welcome, for one does get tired of the glaring blaze of the tropic—or' should we say subtropic
—'sun blazing down upon us day after long day, and days without end, seemingly. But now that a good old-fashioned rainy season has set in and one gets, ma-rooned with the chickens every time a heavy rain or thunder storm comes up, even before breakfast some-times, they—the rainy days—are not so funny, so I shall probably wind up by setting up a cot and a camp 'stove in the chicken house and proceed to do some light housekeeping. And that, too, might have its points if I could get hard enough to pop a broiler into the pot occasionally, but to me that is unthinkable for they are all my little "boys and girls," and they are not yet lay-ing eggs, so we shall just have to bide our time.
We have had several generous helpings, of water-melon from Brother Conrad's garden which were much appreciated. Brother Conrad has put in some hard li-cks to re-claim his garden patch from the wilderness which seems to be encroaching more and more each year upon our domain.
Roger Perry, who has spent the past four years with the Unity, left on the 18th for points farther north.
One day recently while the rain was coming down in a deluge and the wind howling like a banshee, I was relaxing at home after "battening down the hatches" at the chicken house, when suddenly there came a "tap-ping" not at my window pane, but up in the eaves under the roof. At first I thought it might be spooks trying to make contact to assure me that "all was well and that the rain would stop some day soon." Then on prodding myself into closer attention I realized my visitor was not a supernatural but a very live natural woodpecker trying to find something to assuage his hunger while taking refuge from the storm.
A. H. Andrews left for Miami on Friday the 25th to spend the week-end, returning on Monday the 28th.
Those of us who like it are now being treated to goat's milk from our own little herd. With the ration-ing on milk now going into effect this supply from our own "vine and fig tree", so to speak, will help out con-siderably.
Monday morning the 28th, and the sun is making a feeble attempt to break through and scatter the rain clouds which have hung over us for several days. We hope that a fresh breeze will also blow up and dry out some of the mustiness which is always so offensively apparent during these rainy spells. And the weeds! Where did they all come from so quickly. I shall have to call the fire brigade to dig me out from behind them.
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