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Whispered Promises


 When the Cows Come Home
 

Few of us today, have much opportunity to experience for ourselves what kind of creatures cattle are, and so we are easy prey to common prujudices about them, which are born and thrive in ignorance. but a naturalist who knew cows well, W. H. Hudson, spoke movingly of:

"...the gentle, large-brained, social cow, that caresses our hands and face with her rough tongue, and is more like man's sister than any other non-human being—the majestic, beautiful creature with the Juno eyes..."



Some people have not realized how bright cows are, they have been viewed as lazy and unmotivated, but cows are actually very intelligent and are wonderful protectors of their young.



On July 6, 1953, a California man named Mike Perkins was formally accused of stealing a calf from a neighbor's ranch, and then branding it with his own ranch's insignia, to conceal the theft. Mike stood before the judge and vehemently denied the charges, saying his neighbor had made the whole thing up out of jealousy.

The judge was going to find Perkins innocent, because the only evidence against him was the others farmer's word. But then he had an idea; he sent the sheriff out to Perkin's ranch, and had him bring to a yard adjacent to the courthouse all of Perkin's calves who were about the age the allegedly stolen calf was reputed to be. Then he sent the sheriff out to the accusing neighbors's rance, and had him bring to the yard the alleged mother of the stolen calf.

When the mother arrived, she began calling loudly, and seemed to be trying to move towards the roped-in calves. The judge decreed that she be allowed freedom of movement. When she was let go, the mother gave her testimony to the court in no uncertain terms. She went directly over to the calves, nudged her way to one in particular, and began to lick it over and over, right on the hip, where Perkin's brand "P" was located.

I probably don't have to tell you Mike Perkins was found guilty.

Aldus Huxley once said that in this century we have added onto the seven original deadly sins an eighth that is just as deadly—the sin of hurry. In terms of this sin, at least, cattle are saints.

And the Cow jumped over the moon!


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 Saturday's Sanctuary Song
 

Tomorrow I travel back to NY, this is my last trip to stay there two weeks for the summer. After this I go back, pick the girls up take them to Maryland the next day, stay the two weeks then return them only to travel back to Maryland the following day. It's a yo-yo summer but the girls love it here and we love having them.

Someday I won't have such a rigid traveling schedule and I can sit still as long as I want. That will be Freedom!


In the meanwhile, We maintain the two homes.
Our girls are excited because they love it there, they love the peace and I am Momma to their friends as they gather under our wings too.

Too many people are living with pain, depression and hurt. Give it to God, he wants it and open the windows and let the LOVE shine in Baby!!

No matter where I subside I aim for two things, Love and Peace, for together they bring harmony.

Shouldn't we all find that inside our doors?





God's Love is sooo Big!!!
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 Dream a Little Dream
 

Having ADD means that I have a lot of dreams because my mind never takes a break. It gets a bit frustrating because it is difficult to fall asleep at times, but now that I am older I have done fairly well with that part.

I always wake up and interpret my dream, this is why I have an easy time doing it for others. I don't use a book, I just kind of understand why the mind connected the way it did. Sometimes I can't make sense of things but 9 times out of ten I can.

My dreams are very vivid and usually have sense and order and generally I am dealing with an ethic or moral and inwardly I am testing myself to see if I will choose in a good way. Most of the times I do, but when I don't I will mull that dream over and over in my head for days until I know I won't have any issue in real life.

I have had a few 'predictions' in dreams. They didn't scare me but add a little bit of twist in my head. I am grateful they are few.

Although many of my dreams I have only dreamt once, I do have a few repetitive ones, some even from childhood. They change just a bit each time but have the same basics and scenery every time. One of my favorites is a mansion. I always start out in the main living area and climb a stairway and find new rooms. There are some doors that are always locked but in later years I can unlock them and they hold fun treasures for my mind and are decorated in wonderful ways. Once a door is unlocked it remains in my dream there on out. I only dream it a couple times a year and I haven't figured out what triggers it, but I do remember when I was first traveling like I do the rooms were harder to find and the stairwell got longer so I had less time to get to each room. When I was going through court many of the rooms shrank for me and I couldn't enter. But now that life has settled to it's dull roar I have full access again. I think the rooms represent growth and events in my life.



Lately one of my repetitive dreams is that of an office.
I have placed many of you in the office and although I don't know what you look like in real life, you are there and I recognize you in the dream. It doesn't feel like we are working for a firm in the dream, but it definitely is an office setting.

Last night I dreamt I was driving by the office to take my girls somewhere and I saw a chair come out the window and into a river. I stopped and recognized the chair immediately as it was white with purple designs as Prank's chair. (Don't ask why Prank, I don't know why) I stopped and Night Bug did too. Her dog swam out and towed it in for us. We decided to call Prank and tell him where the chair was, although my instinct was to take it back to the office myself.
Night Bug even pulled out her camera phone and took a picture of it near a sign so that he would know precisely where it was but as we walked away a car stopped and the chair was stolen.
I woke at this point and felt morally wrong, my laziness had let another friend suffer an unnecessary loss.
It wasn't until later this morning as I was showering that I thought.
Well who the heck chucked his chair out the window in the first place?


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 A Little Historical Cake Eating
 

If you travel to the very south of Maryland, as far as the road travels before it turns into Virginia, turn right onto 413 S and travel 13 miles more, you will hit our town Crisfield, Md. Drive to the end of the street, about 2 miles, which ends at the pier, hop a boat and travel 7 miles out, and you will find Smith Island.


Smith Island is inhabited by about 450 residents who can trace their ancestry back 12 generations, most were born and raised on this small island.

Side note:
My father-in-law's mom was born and raised on Smith Island.



The residents are mostly crab and oyster fishermen and are pretty self sufficient in many ways. Unfortunately when they come landside I have a difficult time understanding them.
Their dialect is their own.
Smith Island residents speak a distinctive dialect, employing turns of phrase that only other islanders would understand. For example, instead of 'at night' you might hear 'a night'. Some features of the dialect can be traced to Elizabethan era English, such as using the prefix a- with verbs ending in -ing, giving you: 'to go afishing.'
Yet other distinctive features involving vowels have arisen in the last 50 years. Examples: brown may sound more like brain and side may sound like sad and 'about' 'is aboot'.
So when one comes to stock their fridge they will come and place an order at our store.
A sentence like - I knew it was about time to come shopping; ends up sounding like this: 'A knew i' was aboot tame to came ashappin.

Their children are mostly homeschooled until highschool, then they hop the mailboat for a small fee and ride a half hour to get to Crisfield High school only to hop again in the afternoon and ride back.

Most residents keep a car in storage here inland so they can shop when they take the trip in shore.

They do not have local government or police department to maintain order on the island, but each community has its own Methodist church where local decisions are made, thus providing political as well as religious cohesion.

One of the local delights came directly from Smith Island. It is a think 9 to 12 thin iced layers of cake.
Everyone here gets one for their special occassions, including weddings.



I am attaching the recipe found on line.

My hubby and I purchase them for birthdays and holidays and this past Memorial day my brother and family got hooked when we got one for their visit!

Although you may accomplish the cake itself, there is nothing like purchasing one here. Without being here, it is like trying to capture the Coney dog without being at Coney Island.
Just not the same.
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Smith Island 10-Layer Cake


Frosting

2 sticks butter
2-12 oz. cans evaporated milk
8 heaping Tablespoons unsweetened Cocoa
2 lbs. confectioners Sugar

Melt butter. Stir in evaporated milk (off heat).
Whisk in Cocoa until smooth, return to heat and cook for approximately 10 minutes. DO NOT BOIL or Scorch.
Remove from heat and whisk in confectioners sugar slowly.
Cook slowly until thickened and will stick to back of a spoon or to the whisk (It will form a ribbon when you drizzle a spoonful onto mixture while cooking).
Approx time: 45 minutes.

Cake

2 cups sugar
2 sticks unsalted butter, cut into chunks
5 - eggs
3 - cups flour
¼ - teaspoon salt
heaping teaspoon baking powder
1 cup evaporated milk
2 teaspoons vanilla
½ cup water

Cream together sugar and butter. Add eggs one at a time and beat until smooth. Sift together flour, salt, and baking powder. Mix into egg mixture one cup at a time. With mixer running, slowly pour in the evaporated milk, then the vanilla and water. Mix just until uniform. Put three serving spoonsful of batter in each of ten 9-inch lightly greased pans, using the back of the spoon to spread evenly. Bake three layers at a time on the middle rack of the oven at 350 degrees for 8 minutes. A layer is done when you hold it near your ear and you don't hear it sizzle.

Start making the icing when the first layer goes in the oven. Let the layers cool a couple of minutes in the pans. Put the cake together as the layers are finished. Run a spatula around the edge oft he pan and ease the layer out of the pan. Don't worry if it tears; no one will notice when the cake is finished. Use two or three serving spoonsful of icing between each layer. Cover the top and sides of the cake with the rest of the icing. Push icing that runs onto the plate back onto the cake.

To ice the cake

Take one slightly cooled layer and spread with cooled frosting. Add next layers, frosting, and repeat process till the 10th layer.
Finish frosting the cake and sides. May have to wait to ice top and sides until the icing cools.

Enjoy!

From Mrs. Kitching’s Smith Island Cookbook by Frances Kitching and Susan Stiles Dowell. Copyright ©1981 by Tidewater Publishers. Used by permission of Tidewater Publishers, Centreville, Maryland (800-638-7641).
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 For All You Do, For All You Gave
 



Growing up I had a best friend Sandy who had a picture of her daddy in the entry way. He greeted everyone who walked in the home with his soft smile and brown eyes. I admired him greatly although neither his sweet blonde Sandy nor I personally met him, as he had died in serving his country in the veitnam war.
I would always whisper 'thank you' to him although I was much too young to fully recognize his sacrifice.
I am still grateful today.



This Memorial Day I am taking a moment to thank all the soldiers who have served for the better purpose.
Lets just drop the residue of WHY for a moment.
Lets not concentrate on whether the purpose of the efforts are to our liking.
Let us not murk it up with muddy politics.
Lets just all join hands and bow our heads and Thank, truly thank, the men and women who have served our lands because they were required or had signed up.
They carried a gun and have entered the fields to fight, to lay down their right to live their life for nothing other than the cause.
I salute you and I thank you.

I do not care what war you stood in, what field you crossed, what combat you fought for, I thank you from the bottom of my heart and I am grateful that men and women like you exist.
You did not risk in vein.
You did not return home for nought.
You did not die without honor.
You and your families are loved and respected.
Our hearts are rejoicing that you took your fear and marched onward calling it bravery.
I respect you for it.
I am the person I am today because of your sacrifice.
The very least I can do is honor you and thank you.



And Mr. David Platt.
*whispers*
Thank you.

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