Susan Spess Shay

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Sunday “Thanks!”

I woke up this morning to rain on the roof. Oh, how I love that sound!

I have a thing for rain, and I tried to share it with all my children. We love the sound it makes, the wonderful, earthy smell in the air while it’s coming down and the cozy, snuggled in feeling of being inside while it rains outside.

My first thought this morning was, Thank you, Jesus! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!  But that didn’t seem like quite enough. So I decided to let David help me.

1 Chronicles 29

10 David praised the Lord in the presence of the whole assembly, saying,

“Praise be to you, Lord,
the God of our father Israel,
from everlasting to everlasting.

11 Yours, Lord, is the greatness and the power
and the glory and the majesty and the splendor,
for everything in heaven and earth is yours.
Yours, Lord, is the kingdom;
you are exalted as head over all.

12 Wealth and honor come from you;
you are the ruler of all things.
In your hands are strength and power
to exalt and give strength to all.

13 Now, our God, we give you thanks,
and praise your glorious name.

Remember who David was? He was the little brother who killed Goliath, the giant Philistine, who had the entire army of Israel shaking in their sandals.

He was the shepherd boy God chose to be king over His people.

He sinned before God, and was still humble enough to ask for and receive God’s forgiveness.

He was the great-granddaddy of Jesus.

He wrote most of our favorite Psalms.

Speaking of which, this is one of mine–

Psalm 18

1- I love you, Lord, my strength.

2- The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer;
my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge,
my shield of my salvation, my stronghold.

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Women Are . . .

MAGIC. If you think about it, I think you’ll agree. (Whether you agree or not, it’s oh, so true!)

This article is a little bit of magic from Walking Buddy.

Consider this–Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater.

  • If you give her sperm, she’ll give you a baby.
  • If you give her a house, she’ll give you a home.
  • If you give her groceries, she’ll give you a meal.
  • If you give her a smile, she’ll give you her heart.

She multiplies and enlarges whatever is given to her.

So, if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of *you-know-what*. I changed that word to protect me. 🙂

Women are Angels. And when someone breaks our wings, we simply continue to fly . . . often on a broomstick. We are flexible like that.

Ps: Thanks WB!


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The Machine

Did you vote? I did! Got the sticker and everything. 🙂

Vote

Vote (Photo credit: Vaguely Artistic)

Some people might believe the result of the election left a few giants for us to face over the next four years.

Ever notice that we all have giants to face in life?

I heard at church Sunday we should stop telling God how big our giants are and to start telling the giants how big our God is. (Don’t you love that?)

The morning of the election, Sister Debbie sent us this scripture: “If My people, who are called by My name, will humble themselves & pray & seek my face & turn from their wicked ways, THEN I will hear from heaven & will forgive their sin & will heal their land.” 2 Chronicles 7:14.

I asked what she was telling us by it. Her answer was, “The result of the election isn’t up to us. It’s up to God.” (I think that’s what she said.)

So we voted, like the good citizens we are. You know the results.

Do you remember the first time you voted? At the risk of telling my age (my mama said a woman who’ll tell her age will tell anything) my first time was when they changed the voting age from 21 to 18. If I’m not mistaken, my younger sister voted for the first time that year, too.

I don’t remember which president we were voting for, but I was single and living in T-Town at the time. It was the one and only time I ever voted using a machine. Talk about a giant!

I lived on a street not too near downtown, close to Woodward Park and not far from Utica Square. There were lots of gorgeous old houses nearby, and some of them had been turned into businesses. I voted in one of those old house/businesses.

That was a dreary/rainy day. I parked out front, walked up a few steps, across the porch and right in the front door of that old red brick house. There wasn’t a line, at least not much of one. When it was my turn, I was directed to a closet. I promise, that space they sent me to felt just like Grandmother’s coat closet.

I stepped inside, pulled the curtain, then turned and faced The Machine. After a short hesitation (gasp!) I remember thinking, “I ain’t afraid of no machine.” I marched right up to the monster. 😉 I’d never seen anything like it in person, but I’d heard about it somewhere.

Surprisingly, voting on the giant was easy, and made way more sense when I was looking at the levers and switches than when I’d read about it.

And if I remember right, the man I voted for president won. Sadly, it turned out when he said, “I am not a crook,” he was lying. 😦

But no matter what he was guilty of, he was the man God put in office.

From Biblegateway

Romans 13:1–Let everyone be subject to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has established. The authorities that exist have been established by God.

And that man deserved our respect and honor as President of the United States until he was removed (or removed himself) from office.

Romans 13:7–Give to everyone what you owe them: If you owe taxes, pay taxes; if revenue, then revenue; if respect, then respect; if honor, then honor.


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Queen City

Do you have this book? I’d forgotten all about it (and I’m not sure where I got it.) But it’s full of beautiful old history, written by Opal Bailey Crowell. (I’m afraid I didn’t know Opal.)

There’s no publishing date on it and is about ten pages long. I’m sure it could have been much longer. 🙂

On the last page of narrative, she says,

Much more could be written about C-Town. This is what I remember and wanted to share in these pages from my childhood. In the Triangle Oil and Historical Museum are picture of many people mentioned here and street scenes of Mainstreet in early days. I am grateful to my husband for his encourgement and support in my efforts.

In the beginning, Opal says, “It has been said the first Indians here were Mayan or Aztec.”

I had no idea.

Mrs. Crowley tells of Confederate soldiers who came up into this territory. She said they could hear some of the people and see travelers moving around. “Some of the people were rough, rowdy, lawless outlaws, liquor runners and horse thieves.

“There was no law here.”

Then in 1882 the government appointed a Cherokee citizen, Col. J. W. Jordan, special agent for the Cherokees and a deputy U. S. Marshal of the war department to establish law and order.

(Sounds like the beginning of a great movie. Doesn’t it?) Col. Jordan’s wife’s name was Tennessee, his two sons Lee and Tom.

Main Street was growing with more businesses and no name for the town. It (C-Town) had been called “Queen City, Rag City, Triangle Country, Gate City, Indian Territory, Indian Meridian, Dixie, Flatiron and Township 21.”

So 16 men from the area got together to form a company and name the town. J.W. Jordan, Dr. Sutton, RL Dunlap, Dave Holler, Thomas Mann, TL Rouse and Dave Hendrick.

To select the name for C-Town and elect city officers, 64 people voted. Grover won the vote 52-12.

If you look closely in that picture above, you can see a water well in the middle of the street. There was plenty of water there for a drink or to water horses, but not enough to fight a fire, so the town built a wind mill, a water tower and two fire plugs.

She says,

The water tower “didn’t always work as so many rowdy drunks kept it shot full of holes.”

All manner of folk came into C-Town, and there were 13 saloons (among other establishments, I’m afraid) to accomidate them!

She also says it was illegal to sell liquor to Indians in C-Town, so they made a hole behind the bar and handed the liquor out the hole to the Indians. (And took money through there, too, I imagine.)

I love this part–

At times it (C-Town) was a wild place. The Doolins, Daltons, Henry Star, Bitter Creek Rose of Cimarron and other notorious men and women often came to town to trade. The business men sold them what they wanted but were careful to keep an eye on them.

She says because C-Town folks treated the outlaws decently, no businesses in the town–not even the banks– were ever robbed, and C-Town might have been a place they hid out.

C-Town’s history really does have the makings of a great movie. Makes me wonder . . . where’s John Wayne when you need him?

😉


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Trick or Treat on Main Street

Don’t you love a Small Town World? Every year for a long time here in C-Town, merchants, churches, insurance companies and whoever wants to line up on Broadway so the can kids have a SAFE Halloween.  (It’s really called  Trick or treat on Broadway, but I like the rhythm of Main Street better. 🙂

Did you have a happy Halloween?

I did! I happened to have my camera with me when the kiddos started gathering for the annual candy free-for-all, so I took a little walk. (Doctor’s orders. Right?)

I decided to go see Brother Jeffrey and his wife, Little Red Riding Hood–er–Julie.

I only planned to stay a moment, but I had too much fun to take off right away.

I can’t even tell you which was my favorite costume. There were so many cute ones.

I loved this one.

She’s wearing an Indian Ribbon Dancer’s costume. Beautiful!

These girls are the Rockford Peaches! (I got a high five for getting it right.)  Aren’t they adorable?

I loved that movie!

Scarlett was there. (Love that movie, too.)

BTW: If you notice the kids aren’t smiling for the birdie, blame it on Wolf Boy. Most of the little ones were busy keeping an eye on Big Bad. LOL!

 A box of popcorn.

Isn’t this little pumpkin a sweetheart? What a doll.

From the very young to the not so young, C-Town comes out to play on Broadway. I’m just glad I don’t have to decide who has the best costume. The were all adorable!

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