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Sunday, September 30 2001

From Our Back Porch

Click for fall foliage slideshow.Pat and I have a world around us that many people travel great distances and spend hundreds of dollars to see and experience. During the warmer days of spring, summer and fall, we use our back porch as a dining room and work area.

Woods from which many animals emerge surround us. One Sunday morning as we ate breakfast, a flock of 14 turkeys paraded across the yard. On another morning, about 20 crows held a noisy convention behind the house. On many nights this summer, Pat's dog would get very restless. I took this signal and would quickly and quietly flip on the spotlights. And there, not more than fifteen feet from the house was a raccoon. He was cute to look at but played havoc with our bird feeder. He would drain the nectar from the humming bird feeder almost every night. He, also, often got into the birdseed. When the feeder isn't empty, we have a constant stream of a large variety of birds visiting us.

Several groundhogs have taken up residence in our barn. They stand at the door eating apples while we eat supper. A doe and two fawns come into the yard nearly every evening. They share the apples with the groundhogs. The neighbors have seen bears crossing our yard, but we have yet to see them. Several years ago we had an albino doe spend time in our yard with her two fawns. She never returned after hunting season that year.

We have more than a half dozen sugar maple trees around the house, so the color display at this time of year is spectacular. From our back porch, we can see Blacklick Valley Junior Senior High School and the panorama of hills beyond. On bright sunny fall days, this view is very colorful.

I can also see Pat's swimming pool, which is now turning green...oops, I still have to winterize and cover it. Then I will have to rake the leaves and dig up the bulbs and take in the potted plants and ...

Let's get back to the animals. Rabbits, chipmunks and squirrels are around us constantly. The chipmunks and squirrels became so pesky this summer that I had to trap and relocate them. And if anyone has noticed an increase in the chipmunk and squirrel population along the Ghost Town Trail, I plead as Sergeant Shultz often did on Hogan's Heroes, "I know nothing!"

Webmaster's note—David writes: "The (photo) attached to this email (shows) a maple tree next to our driveway. Most years, it turns red in the fall but chose to turn yellow this." Click the photo above for a fall foliage slideshow on Yahoo's Photo Service. If asked for a member name and/or password, please register. It's free. Additional photos will be added as received.


 

Three to go on (series of 15)

4. If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.

5. Don't assume malice for what stupidity can explain.

6. A penny saved is a government oversight.

Sent by Sallie Covolo

The gift of hospitality

His name is Bill. He has wild hair, wears a T-shirt with holes in it, jeans and no shoes. This was literally his wardrobe for his entire four years of college. He is brilliant. Kind of esoteric and very, very bright.

He became a Christian while attending college. Across the street from the campus is a well-dressed, very conservative church. They want to develop a ministry to the students, but are not sure how to go about it. One day Bill decides to go there. He walks in with no shoes, jeans, his T-shirt, and wild hair.

The service has already started and so Bill starts down the aisle looking for a seat. The church is completely packed and he can't find a seat. By now, people are really looking a bit uncomfortable, but no one says anything. Bill gets closer and closer and closer to the pulpit, and when he realizes there are no seats, he just squats down right on the carpet.

Although perfectly acceptable behavior at a college fellowship, trust me, this had never happened in this church before! By now, the people are really uptight, and the tension in the air is thick.

About this time, the minister realizes that from way at the back of the church, a deacon is slowly making his way toward Bill. Now the deacon is in his eighties, has silver-gray hair, and a three-piece suit. A godly man, very elegant, very dignified, very courtly. He walks with a cane and, as he starts walking toward this boy, everyone is saying to themselves that you can't blame him for what he's going to do. How can you expect a man of his age and of his background to understand some college kid on the floor?

It takes a long time for the man to reach the boy. The church is utterly silent except for the clicking of the man's cane. All eyes are focused on him. You can't even hear anyone breathing. The minister can't even preach the sermon until the deacon does what he has to do.

And now they see this elderly man drop his cane on the floor. With great difficulty, he lowers himself and sits down next to Bill and worships with him so he won't be alone.

Everyone chokes up with emotion. When the minister gains control, he says, "What I'm about to preach, you won't long remember. What you have just seen, you will never forget."

Be careful how you live. You may be the only Bible some people will ever read.

Sent by Bob Kennedy

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