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Friday, July 8, 2011

More Heritage Days pictures

Yes I know I promise these pics days ago, but life has been busy; so here we go.

This lady was spinning in the down stairs below the seed museum. The kids were amazed by it, I do have to say it is the first time I have seen a spinning wheel that looked like that. The lady told the girls about how people back in pioneer days only would have 1-2 outfits at any given time. Now, mind you I had been telling them this and it took a demonstrator to get them to see it was true. From what I saw any yarn they spin here is up for sale, and it is oh so very soft.

Here is one of my pictures of their "seed museum". Now I did see some seeds in there, old packets. Most of it was these, books and catalogs.
Which I think is really cool, I love seeing these old books and having an idea as to what was going on in the time periods that the books and catalogs came from.

Now this display my son loved, it is also in the seed museum. I am guessing that all these arrow heads were found as they worked on their land. I think they have displayed them well. Also, aside from a quick walk through the entire time we were up in the museum my son was just standing in front of this case staring. ...he was almost drooling. You know I'd love to be able to take Silver's son to see this, he might like it; maybe some day we will get the chance too.

I'm not sure if I showed this before, but I love this. Silver thinks it is a seed catalog. I think it was one of the old "store books" where people would look through and find things they needed and the shop keeper would order it. If we didn't have my mom and the kids with us when we went I probably would have sat there a bit turning pages. IT was not under glass! Maybe I will get a chance some other time.
My mother really enjoyed the trip to Baker Creek, I think more than she would have going to the Ingalls house. I hope she wants to go again next time she comes out as she didn't see all of the village. I am thinking when the kids get back to school we will check out the rest. Or, we might all just pile into the car and go on the next heritage day. Which is very possible as I'd love to get more herbs from Juli. that should be on the 7th of August.

Now I am going to post my update of our "projects" tomorrow, I hope... Until then I found this following "tale" on facebook and wanted to share it. Feel free to pass it around as the person who posted it said to.

Posted to Facebook via Wayne Weiseman:

God said: “Frank, you know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is going on down there on the planet? What happened to the dandelions, violets, milkweeds and stuff I started eons ago? I had a perfect no-maintenance garden plan. Those plants grow in any type of soil, withstand drought and multiply with abandon. The nectar from the long-lasting blossoms attracts butterflies, honey bees and flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of colors by now. But, all I see are these green rectangles.”

St. Francis: It’s the tribes that settled there, Lord. The Suburbanites. They started calling your flowers “weeds” and went to great lengths to kill them and replace them with grass.

God: Grass? But, it’s so boring. It’s not colorful. It doesn’t attract butterflies, birds and bees; only grubs and sod worms. It’s sensitive to temperatures. Do these Suburbanites really want all that grass growing there?

St. Francis: Apparently so, Lord. They go to great pains to grow it and keep it green. They begin each spring by fertilizing grass and poisoning any other plant that crops up in the lawn.

God: The spring rains and warm weather probably make grass grow really fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy.

St. Francis: Apparently not, Lord. As soon as it grows a little, they cut it—sometimes twice a week.

God: They cut it? Do they then bale it like hay?

St. Francis: Not exactly, Lord. Most of them rake it up and put it in bags.

God: They bag it? Why? Is it a cash crop? Do they sell it?

St. Francis: No, Sir, just the opposite. They pay to throw it away.

God: Now, let me get this straight. They fertilize grass so it will grow. And, when it does grow, they cut it off and pay to throw it away?

St. Francis: Yes, Sir.

God: These Suburbanites must be relieved in the summer when we cut back on the rain and turn up the heat. That surely slows the growth and saves them a lot of work.

St. Francis: You aren’t going to believe this, Lord. When the grass stops growing so fast, they drag out hoses and pay more money to water it, so they can continue to mow it and pay to get rid of it.

God: What nonsense. At least they kept some of the trees. That was a sheer stroke of genius, if I do say so myself. The trees grow leaves in the spring to provide beauty and shade in the summer. In the autumn, they fall to the ground and form a natural blanket to keep moisture in the soil and protect the trees and bushes. It’s a natural cycle of life.

St. Francis: You better sit down, Lord. The Suburbanites have drawn a new circle. As soon as the leaves fall, they rake them into great piles and pay to have them hauled away.

God: No! What do they do to protect the shrub and tree roots in the winter to keep the soil moist and loose?

St. Francis: After throwing away the leaves, they go out and buy something which they call mulch. They haul it home and spread it around in place of the leaves.

God: And where do they get this mulch?

St. Francis: They cut down trees and grind them up to make the mulch.

God: Enough! I don’t want to think about this anymore. St. Catherine, you’re in charge of the arts. What movie have you scheduled for us tonight?

St. Catherine: Dumb and Dumber, Lord. It’s a story about….

God: Never mind, I think I just heard the whole story from St. Francis

Be Well, Be Safe and Blessed Be...

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