To The Well And Back

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To The Well And Back

What would you do if you were the person in this dream? You have been walking for days in the blistering hot sun, your tongue is parched, your mouth is so dry you cannot spit. WATER, your body cries out! There is none. You are walking in the middle of a desert, wondering why you’re still carrying two very empty water canteens.

Through sunburned bleary eyes, suddenly, far off in the distance, you see something sticking out of the sand, it must be a mirage, you cannot believe your eyes. It looks like an old fashioned water pump with a long handle on it. An old style pump that you pumped by hand. You quicken your pace in spite of your body screaming for a drink of water, you press on to that distant old water pump.

There is a can partially buried in the sand, it must be at least a 2-gallon can. You lift it up and shake it, it has something in it, not sand. It actually has water in it. You have heard the stories about old water pumps. The leathers dry up, when you pour in the priming water you hear it, just run down into the well. They will not pump anymore, with dry, bad leathers.

You recall hearing the Kingston Trio folk song, Desert Pete. You’ve got to prime the pump, you must have faith and believe. That is why that can of water was left for you, with love. Do you prime this pump? Now you are faced with a question. Do you put your faith in yourself who wants to drink that nasty water quick, now, chug-a-lug? Or put your hopes in a belief that a higher power is in control of your destiny? Maybe a few sips, then prime it, yeah right! No way.

You must decide if you want to drink that water that is going to taste Very Bad. It has been sitting in that can for the Lord knows how long. If you prime that old pump, with that putrid water, you no doubt will shortly have some cool water to fill your canteens with, to drink all you want, or pour some over your head if you wish. Then you can refill that precious can, and place it back in the ground for the next person who is lost and is in dire need or the life-saving water that can come from that old well.

I feel this story about priming the pump has a powerful message. Do we go it alone, or step out in faith? I do believe this links our faith to a higher power in our life walk here on this Earth. Each new day has many traps and snares to turn us from the right path. We almost daily find ourselves in need of Living Water, be it from a pump or the Grace received through trials and tribulations.

If we are fortunate enough to have been to the Well for a new life, received the life-saving water, we should share it with others so they might be blessed too. Grace and peace flow abundantly from the well.

James 2:17 says, “Even so faith, if it has not works, is dead, being alone.” Verse 26 says, “For as the body without the spirit is dead, so faith without works is dead also.”

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Simon and Torsten Dakota Land 1880’s

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My great-great-grandfather Ole Estensen Hoel was born in 1806. He lived in an area of Norway near Kaafjord, on a farm, he also worked in the copper mines. Most of the families worked in the copper and silver mines, or as fishermen. Our genealogy lists family members there since the 1600’s. Ole and his wife Johanna had eleven children between 1839-1864, three died young. Scarlet fever took many lives in those days.

Copper and silver mining was the main means of employment for the men of the area. Working conditions were bad, primitive and dangerous. In the 1850’s many mines were in trouble because of low copper prices, management and political unrest. There were many different reasons but the mines started closing in Norway, families there were desperate.

The hard times prompted many families and young people without families to think of going to America where copper mining was booming in the state of Michigan. My great uncle Simon Hoel born in 1848, was one of those who decided to leave in 1868. His first cousin Torsten Estenen born in 1852, also decided it was time to search for greener pastures. Torsten’s mother Inger was a sister to Simon’s father.

They went to Michigan together and found work near Calumet and Marquette were they both met and married their wives. Working in the copper mines there was not their goal, or desire. The two fearless, hardy young men were driven to continue west to Dakota Territory. Plentiful, rich farmland was just becoming available to those who were willing to stake a claim on it.

Simon and Torsten ended up living on adjoining land on the southeast side of Lake Poinsett where they both raised their families. The Lake Poinsett area must have been very appealing to them, with a plentiful supply of fresh fish.

They knew all too well, many hardships lay ahead of them, much in the way of trials and tribulations could be expected. Above all else, hard work from sunup to sundown would be the norm. Along with that, howling winds and subzero temperatures in the wintertime, they were used to winter weather, coming from near the arctic circle in Norway.

Simon and Torsten were both men with a strong faith in their creator. Torsten was a preacher, it is said that he baptized over 500 children, into the Old Apostolic Faith. The church’s in Norway kept very good records of all families. Children learned the bible at home from their parents, starting at a very young age.

Their childhood faith traveled with both Simon and Torsten as they came to the United States. Simon married Christina Lindolahti while they were still living in Michigan, they had six children together. Torsten married Greta Kaisa Taskila at Calumet Michigan, they had eleven children.

In the 1880’s those two pioneer families started life in South Dakota in holes dug into a hillside, as any animal would do for shelter. They then built sod houses. Their lives steadily improved from their diligent labors. Simon built a house from the plentiful field stones left behind by the glacier period. Torsten built a wood frame house. Their families did very well.

I wanted to write this story for those who are living today and for future generations. They should be proud to have come from such a heritage, a pioneer spirit, an unshakable faith. May we be always thankful for the blessing of the memory of those who have gone on before us. Let us hold on to and keep that faith that sustained them.

Let Your Light Shine

 

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Let Your Light Shine

We have had this picture “Christ of St. John of the Cross”. Since the 1950s, the artist was Salvador Dali. This was one of his more publicized paintings, he had led a very colorful life. Maybe born a generation to early! He saw himself in a different light when this work of his was finished, possibly. I’m not sure just how this picture speaks to me, it has a light about it. It makes no difference where you hang it, even in darkness the light of the cross is there.

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This lamp is a old cast-iron goose neck table lamp. This was one of the first lamps our family bought when we got the magic of electricity. It has been a very good table lamp plus, a durable utility light to carry to another work area. It has been my favorite lamp for about seventy years now. The designer must have considered that, when it was made with a heavy cast iron base, it does not get knocked over very easy.

That heavy cast iron bottom of that lamp would have made a very lethal weapon. I know my mother grew up around the light from the Cross. She came from a family of believers, or she surely would have used that cast iron lamp base on my dad’s head. He could have met with an early demise on many different occasions. The light of the cross saved him many times. I hope it did the same on his last day.

 

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These last two photos are pictures of my grandfather’s diary from 1935, and my mother’s diary from 1947. My mother’s diary has a wooden cover both front and back and linen paper for the pages. The binding on it is made from Birch Bark. The book was hand made in Finland.. It had a Finish Coat Of Arms on the cover and was given to my mother in 1947 by my grandmother.

My grandfather Andrew faithfully wrote in his diary every day. He was born in Norway and came to this country as a teenager, his penmanship was perfect. I feel both my mother and my grandfather left a little light shining for us in those diaries, for all of the family to read and hopefully be guided by what they have written. What they have done in a way lets their light shine through the memories they wrote in their diaries.

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My Winter of Discontent

 

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PHOTO CHALLENGE
Seasons
Share an image evocative of the weather or represent the current “season of your life” in metaphor.

For those of us who reside on a area of the globe where there are four weather seasons. We should feel very blessed and fortunate. Living where there are four seasons we have the appreciation of springtime when all new life starts fresh, everything is growing. Then we move into the summer months when the temperatures increase and life becomes even more active in all the animals and plants. Fall arrives and the life span of many things draws to a close. Harvesting is done, garden produce is canned or stored in preparation for the long, cold winter months that are coming. If the winter season arrives and you are not prepared, it can be a tough long period of time waiting for the arrival of a new warm  spring season.

Preparation for winter is something that has to be done by both people and animals, domestic and wild. A winter supply of feed must be made ready for domestic animals.Critters like the muskrat and squirrel store up food to get them through the long winter months when food becomes harder to find. If the snow gets deep many animals simply starve to death because they can’t find what they need to survive on.

Man and natures creatures must all prepare for winter long before it arrives. Wild animal understand preparation for winter is a serious undertaking that might mean survival. Preparation for life’s winter means getting ready for the end of life as we know it. Thoughts of where will you spend eternity are pondered and hopefully decided.

Man also must prepare himself and his family for the winter months when the temperatures are freezing and the snow covers everything with a heavy white blanket and a coating of ice. The person who doesn’t have his fire wood gathered in preparation for winter, usually only does it once. You do not want to be digging in the snow banks trying to find fire wood in the cold of winter. It is much easier to have the firewood stacked in a neat pile near the house long before winter arrives.

You will be sure to have your house ready for winters frigid blasts too. Storm windows on, seal cracks around windows and doors. You will be much warmer and more comfortable when the wind attempts to make a snowdrift under your door. Garden produce should have all been harvested, canned in jars or stored in a root cellar, to sustain you during the long winter months. These are all ideas of things you do in preparation for winter on the South Dakota Prairies.. Preparations for winter that I just described here are for someone like myself, living in the last generation. We don’t want to go back to those days, but stuff happens.

The modern man living in the city has far less worries about winter preparation. Just close the window and turn the thermostat up or down depending on what his comfort zone is. He also has to depend on trips to the market to get what he needs as far as food supplies.

As we enter the winter of our lives, our tired old bodies are just about ready for that final harvest. How do we plan for that? I really don’t think it would be wise to try and plan for that inevitable time. Don’t just sit and wait for it. You want to continue to exercise your body to keep your strength up. Try to stay active mentally, so you stay alert and stay as healthy as you can. The body starts to slow down, pain makes you tired all the time. You must press on and make the most of each new day.

We actually spend most of our lives planning for winter, hoping to get through the winter, because it tests our resolve. The knowledge that spring is coming, with abundant new life gives hope. The first meadow lark sitting on a fence post, sent there to sing just for you, is a reward of spring. Is this the last winter of my life? Will I see another spring? I do not want to know, just relax, look out the window, or at the computer screen and make the most of this winter’s days.

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If I Could Turn Back Time

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DAILY PROMPT
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If you could return to the past to relive a part of your life, either to experience the wonderful bits again or to do something over, which part of your life would you return to? Why?

Today’s assignment:” publish a post based on your own, personalized take on a blogging prompt. There was a time in this world when you got a lot of your “education out behind the barn.” now you can get smartened up a whole bunch right at WordPress.com.

WordPress.com chooses these daily prompts as a way to set our blogging minds in motion, shake the roost, rattle the cage to get some action, hopefully at a rapid learning pace. Now I find this new assignment an impossible thing to accomplish because I have no time machine. I am quite confident I will not find one, even at Radio Shack! I will give it a go though if one becomes available to me at any time in the near future. For that reason, I do not think I’m going to be returning to the past to relive any part of my life.

The prompt does raise an exciting question, everyone must have a special part of their life they would just love to redo. “To relive and not redo”, will just leave you wanting again. What has been done in the past, is over, no more, kaputz, finished. Why have another shot at burning an old bridge?

I know each day of my life has been guided, nurtured and molded or influenced by many different people. It would be an impossible thing to go back through my life and through all of my interactions with many different people, friends, family. teachers. employers, drill instructors, and others. The human being will never be changed by external forces or wishes. Any change will have to come from within.

The whole point behind these prompts is to set the mind in motion, get that high powered, high-velocity imagination churning out some thoughts, like throwing a little gas on the fire! The new prompt thought suggestions search for a entry into the mind, which level to enter, study, write, edit or publish? After much sorting and collating most goes to the round file.

Prompts make for a very exciting teasing event in the thought process, pushing our mental activities to new limits, maybe warp, if not turbo speed. The human brain is a very large, complex, wrinkled organ, yet influenced by proper prompting. The mind could take any story written or verbal, redo it, reformat, rewrite it, to have something new and possibly better each time. That must be where authors take the Blog ball and run with it.

There was one thing in my life I would use the time machine for. I would go back to a night in June of 1964. I would not get behind the steering wheel of my car. That is the night I received a broken back when I went to sleep at the wheel driving.
I haven’t had to travel back in time or use my imagination or recall drugs. I have relived that night thousands and thousands of times during my life. If that hadn’t happened I may have fallen out of my tree stand while deer hunting, stuff happens. Nothing has changed. Somebody once made this statement, “Trials and tribulation build perseverance.” I now know a few things about perseverance.

“Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan Press On! has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race.”
‘Calvin Coolidge’

I was convinced that it was over; I was ready to give up; throw in the towel; call it a day. The human mind and life in that body came as a package deal. It is a stand-alone time machine, one package, it is almost incorruptible. If you continue to Press On and live the best life possible, you will overcome any obstacle that is thrown out to snare you. You’ll just be able to leap over it and not look back, you just keep on going.

That is kinda of what this blogging is all about, expanding and growing, always improving.
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Can’t Feel At Home

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There is an age-old question. “Was it God Who created man, or was it man who created God.?”
Tribes and peoples from all over the world since the beginning of time have believed in a creator maybe not the same God as some religions. People have lived their lives in different ways, with the belief that they had been created and some day they would spend eternity with that creator.
I decided to write this post as a way of reaching out and touching people who might feel they are undecided with the idea of a creator and everlasting life with that creator after they die. I have added an old song to my post

This world is not my home I’m just a passing through
My treasures and my hopes are all beyond the blue
Where many friends and kindred have gone on before
And I cant feel at home in this world anymore

Many who believe in a creator and live their faith, seem to have a peace they find hard to explain, because it can’t
be explained. They live a life without stress and strain and other unhealthy conditions. There creator is looking out for them.

Over in glory land there is no dying there
The saints are shouting victory there’s singing everywhere
I hear the voice of them that I have heard before
And I cant feel at home in this world anymore

For those people who are undecided on this idea of our creator caring about us, wishing us well, trying to keep us out of trouble and keep us from harming ourselves. Some might say, “I had a guardian angel protecting me last week when I was almost in a car accident.” Or I was just coming out of surgery and it seemed as though I was going down a long hallway with a bright light at the end and I was peaceful and I didn’t have a care in this world anymore, I felt I was going home to be with my creator. There are millions of stories like this exchanged all the time and it has gone on forever.

Oh lord you know I have no friend like you
If heaven’s not my home oh lord what would I do
Angel’s beckon me to heaven’s open door
And I cant feel at home in this world anymore

We can live in this world for many years if we take care of our bodies and eat right and exercise right. As we get older we start to realize many of our friends are no longer with us they have passed on. Some have the feeling that relatives are watching them from heaven and wishing them well and looking out for them. There is a peace in this too, it is hard to understand also.

Heaven’s expecting me that’s one I know
I fixed it up with Jesus a long time ago
He will take me through though I am weak and poor
And I cant feel at home in this world anymore

There are times in our lives something happens and we are in extream danger, the human body wants to live. We feel in danger of dying we start talking to our creator, maybe for the first time. Testing our wings at prayer, please help me, I don’t want to die. Please get me through this and I will be a new person I will turn over a new leaf, will quit my old wicked ways. This is like playing let’s make a deal with your creator but it doesn’t work. He wants your faith to be reflected in how you live your daily life, how you treat you neighbor.

Oh I have a loving mother over in glory land
I don’t expect to stop until I shake her hand
She’s gone on before just waiting at heaven’s door
And I cant feel at home in this world anymore

We don’t tend to think about our life ending until were getting into old age and our final chapter in this world. Then we have more time to consider the end is not too far away possibly. Have I done anything about it? Most all religions tell their people you will not find eternal life through your good works and trying to be a good person. It must come through your faith and your faith alone in the creator who made you.

Can’t Feel At Home
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