I used a little of my time off this past weekend to get at least one batch of jam done for our upcoming fall bazaar at church (October 17). As it is the most tedious to do, I started out with the orange marmalade and it appears to have turned out pretty good – those that like it tell me, anyway. I find as the weather gets that “fall” feeling to it I have more ambition to pitch in and get “jammin’”.
Ron and I took the opportunity Sunday afternoon in the bright sunshine and nice, cool breeze to clear/clean off the garden spot to lay dormant until next spring. We picked several onions but the rest was “cow feed”. Once again I want to thank friends for sharing their bounty with us in the form of some beautiful potatoes, squash and onions.
I heard our Troy FFA group did very well at their event held in Massachusetts last weekend, with the Troy group placing 2nd over-all – an impressive position indeed in such broad area coverage. Tricia Hojnowski came home from college (Penn State) to compete and did an outstanding job. How proud we are of our youth in these areas who continue to shine in events that some other schools have all but done away with.
At church last Sunday, church family member Bob Rought brought the day’s message during worship. As always, he did a wonderful job, and Pastor Charlotte was proud as well as grateful for a little extra help and support in her extremely busy schedule.
It was such a gorgeous “fall-like” day on Sunday that I asked Ron if we could take a ride on the back roads in Windfall, many of which I’d not been on since I was MUCH younger. With the new 911 addressing many of the road names have changed and people no longer put their names on their mailboxes, so I was quite lost as to what families lived in most of the residences we passed, especially since “way back” when I would occasionally help deliver the Granville mail on their rural route with my dad Max and my Uncle Joe Foust. I even remember one summer when I helped Gladys Freeman with the deliveries. Now that’s going way back – say about 1965? He took me over on Bunyan Hill Road, which is where his dad “Ronald” was born and raised. We were even on a couple of dirt roads that I swore I’d never been on before, and we ended up on Rt. 414 just west of LeRoy near DeCristo’s. Palin and I had a wonderful ride chauffeured by Ron who knew all the while exactly where we were and where we were headed.
The LeRoy Heritage Museum held its monthly board of directors meeting Monday night where we learned of the items that were purchased for preservation from the Jennings auction. These items, obtained from a legacy that originated in the founding of LeRoy, will blend wonderfully with the many other items and exhibits contained in the museum. My many thanks go to museum president, Matt Carl, who works tirelessly to ensure that such artifacts remain well preserved and intact for others to view in the decades, and quite possibly, the centuries to come.
My husband Ron had a follow-up appointment with his orthopedic surgeon in Williamsport – the one that did his total knee replacement – who has been trying to find something to help him with the pain, swelling and overall discomfort with his disconnected collarbone. He has consulted with a thoracic surgeon in Williamsport as well as the Hershey Medical Center and the Cleveland Institute, however, with no suggestions regarding treatment. But there’s a new associate at his orthopedic doctors who comes from the Geisinger Medical Center in Danville where there IS a new procedure being done for Ron’s type of problem. PRAISE GOD! He’ll be traveling down soon for a consultation so we ask for your prayers that we will soon have answers and/or suggestions.
Our friends that live near Philadelphia have been telling us of all the hub-bub surrounded by the fact that Pope Francis will be visiting that city this week. I feel bad for those elderly folks that are really looking forward to seeing him, but having to walk great distances to be there – some places as much as 4 miles! Rather than risk great dangers to their health, I pray they decide to stay home and watch it up close and personal on their televisions.
What a brisk start to the week, on Monday morning at 6:00 our thermometer read 40 degrees. Autumn begins on Wednesday the 23rd.
September 26, 1774 marks the birthday of John Chapman, better known as Johnny Appleseed. On September 28, 1892, the first night football game was played right near here in Mansfield, PA. September 29, 1950, Bell Laboratories announced the development of the telephone answering machine. On September 30th, besides yours truly being born (1953) the following other items of interest (?) happened: In 1882 the first hydroelectric plant began operation in Appleton, Wisconsin. In 1902 rayon was patented. In 1927 Babe Ruth hit his 60th home run of the season. In 1960 the adult TV cartoon, The Flintstones, came into being.
Quote by William Butler Yeats: “Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.”
Food for thought: Like Johnny “Appleseed” Chapman, who spent almost fifty years of his life walking around in the American wilderness planting apple seeds, we, too, are designed to be a planter of seeds – seeds of hope, seeds of love, seeds of joy, and seeds of faith.