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Our Flag Flying Proudly One Nation Under God
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Lord, Please Bless Our Troops, They're fighting for our Freedom.
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God Bless Our Republic
I pledge allegiance to the Flag
of the United States of America,
and to the Republic, for which it stands;
one nation UNDER GOD,
indivisible,
with liberty and justice for all.
Prayers going up
boo-boo!
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Sequin Island lighthouse is this what Olympia Snow and Susan Collins were Holding Out for money for this?? or did they grow up on the Island and that explains the twitches!!
Just Kidding!
Checking in from my soggie bunker with my semi-new lap top! This way I do not have to worry about the wife & daughter crashing it. I have the only password for it. ;>)
It is finally melting the 1 1/2 feet of global warming from the yard & I will have to go out to the barn to get the tiller ready for use & the 3 wheelers to catch Lance for when he escapes!
Old Mine Road in Sussex County, NJ. In broad daylight is a creepy place. I was metal detecting a site there and I just had to leave. The hairs on my neck were standing up and I knew someone was watching me. I split plenty quick. Never went back.
Not trying to redirect the thread, but seeing the reference to Seguin Lighthouse in Maine reminded me of this:
“Maine Hits Record Low In Winter’s Deepest Bite”
February 11, 2009
Maine recorded its coldest temperature ever - a frigid 50 degrees below zero - when a blast of Arctic air hit New England last month. That tied a 1933 thermometer reading in Bloomfield, Vt., for the coldest recorded temperature in New England history.
“It’s a big wow,” said Tony Sturey, a meteorologist at the National Weather Service office in Caribou, Maine, near where the temperature was recorded on Jan. 16. “It’s an incredible number, an insanely cold number.”
The lowest temperature ever recorded in the United States - minus 80 degrees Fahrenheit - was reached in January 1971 in Alaska. In the continental United States, the record low is 70 below, measured in January 1954 in Montana.
Maine’s previous record of 48 degrees below was measured in 1925 in Van Buren, also in mid-January.
This January was colder than usual in many parts of New England. The low temperature was recorded between 7 and 7:30 a.m. along the Big Black River near Depot Mountain in northwestern Maine, after a mass of Arctic air plunged into Alaska and northern Canada, and traveled eastward into New England.
Residents of Northern Maine are accustomed to temperatures fit for a penguin. Still, no matter how predictable, the cold comes with a price, said Steven R. Buck, city manager for Caribou, a town of about 8,000 near Big Black River. “When we see noontime highs of 10 or 15 below zero, that really takes a toll on the heating bill,” he said.”
The day before his 52nd birthday, Abraham Lincoln left Springfield, Illinois, to become President of the United States. With the threat of civil war looming, he said goodbye to the friends and neighbors who had come to see him off. “I now leave,” he told them, “not knowing when, or whether ever, I may return, with a task before me greater than that which rested upon Washington. Without the assistance of the Divine Being who ever attended him, I cannot succeed. With that assistance I cannot fail. Trusting in Him who can go with me, and remain with you, and be everywhere for good, let us confidently hope that all will yet be well. To His care commending you, as I hope in your prayers you will commend me, I bid you an affectionate farewell.”
Lincoln’s reliance on God for guidance and strength reflects the instruction of Solomon: “Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths” (Prov. 3:5-6).
On this 200th anniversary of Lincoln’s birth, we celebrate his kindness, integrity, and courage. And we can also learn from him how to face a daunting future with confident hope in the Lord.
We went down to Lake Wales, Florida once years ago and stayed in that area a couple of days in a funny little hotel that a lady and her children had built by themselves out of shells, rocks and pieces of glass. It was unusual and very nice; had become a pretty popular place and I think it was built years before we visited there. Not too far away was a street downtown where when you dropped something on the pavement, it would appear to roll uphill - but it was just an optical illusion. A girl who had been in my husband’s class also used to play the harp at that little motel dining room; they also had a soup canning facility at that location evidently another means for the woman to have made a living for her family after her husband died.
The woods behind my old house in Ohio were pretty creepy. We scared ourselves a few times as kids going back there.
