The many moods of Indian Summer

Excerpts from "Just Thoughts of a Plain Country Woman"  October 6, 1949

Indian summer is one of Nature's soft and changing moods that seemingly comes over night after a day of oppressive heat, followed by a sudden shifting of the wind to the north and a violent storm.
Nature seems to be trying to rid itself of the final, clinging

day of heat and direct sunlight to rejoice in the cool briskness of the

morning, relax in the brilliance and warmth of the noonday sun and snuggle into the comfort of warmer clothes and a small fire to dull the chill of the shortening days and crisp autumn sunset. 

. . . . Indian summer and Autumn, too, are a time of maturity,  fulfillment, and understanding. I have learned the meaning of those words of a man named St. Paul: "Having done all, stand," which means simply do the best you can. Give a situation all the energy both physical and mental of which you are capable. Leave no stone unturned, then there is no use fretting, worrying about, it, therefore "stand"; it will work out in due time.

 

 

 

"Let's not try to cross all the bridges tonight"

Taken from "Just Thoughts of a Plain Country Woman" 

December 29, 1946          
On the passing of her beloved husband Joe Fagan Morrow

"Far into the night we talked, until exhausted, and heart-broken I said, "Let's not try to cross all the bridges tonight; let's go to bed."
 
Gradually we answered those questions, or they worked themselves out. . . . we have been led to see that by faith and by patience, or whatever you call it, we have lived through the immediate days of pressing emergency and seemingly unbearable grief. 

We had done the best we could and then "yielded and still" we put our great need in God's hands and have been wonderfully comforted.  Our needs have been supplied, both spiritual and physical, and we are facing the new year determined to look up, not down, thus avoiding the dizziness of defeat. . . "
 
When times are tough and grief strikes, sometimes it is best to put faith in God and be "yielded and still."  He hears our needs and will help us safely cross each bridge as the need arises.  Be patient and be still and listen. 

Thomas Hastings and Troop 93 begin fencing at The Morrow Home Place

Thomas Hastings is now leading scouts from Troop 93 from Collinsville, Ok, through another Eagle Scout project as they begin replacing The Morrow Home Place fencing, re-creating the fence as it was in the 1940's and 1950's. 

Hastings is the fourth member of Troop 93 to take on a project of service at the national historic site. 

Cannon Vogel lead the troop in the complicated project of refurbishing and restoring the smokehouse joined by Logan Patterson who rebuilt the porch and added finishing touches.  Tyler Cox reclaimed and fenced the original family "lady's" garden so it is ready for planting and Corey Bolger prepared the site for the national monument to be positioned. 

Hastings and his team began the work of removing the old fencing and placing posts for new fencing today. 

Hastings is working with Dr. Kathleen Morrow, granddaughter of the Morrow family who resided in the home from 1912 to present to select fencing that would be representative of the fencing used throughout the years.  The fences changed during the years and Hastings will make a selection that is similar to the type, materials and application used at The Home Place during those years.

Pictures show various types of fencing.  Accuracy of dating is determined by documentation, vehicle identification and family stories and identification  Pictured is Dr. Morrow in 1951 at her parent's home located on the east side of The Home Place in 1951.  She was approximately 3 years of age. In the background is a 1949 Chevrolet.   

Hastings and the troop will  be completing the project this fall. 

There are two days of the week about which I never worry. . . .

Taken from "Just Thoughts of a Plain Country Woman"  December 29, 1946. 

 

"There are two days of the week about which I never worry.

 One of these is yesterday; with all its pains and aches, all its faults

and blunders, it has passed forever beyond my recall. .1 cannot
undo an act I wrought; I cannot unsay a word that I said on
yesterday. All that it holds of my life, of the wrongs, regrets and
sorrow, is in the hands of the Mighty Love that can bring honey
out of the rock and sweet waters out of the bitterest desert. Save
for the beautiful memories, sweet and tender, that linger like the
perfume of roses in the heart,  the day is gone, I have nothing to do with yesterday.
 
It was mine; It is God's.
 
And the other day I do not worry about is tomorrow with all its possibilities, its burdens, its perils, its large promise and poor performances, failures and mistakes.  It is as far beyond the reach of my mastery as its dear sister, yesterday.
 
Tomorrow --  it is God's day. It will be mine.
 
There is left for myself, then, but one day of the week  -  today.
Any man can fight the battles of today. Any woman can carry
the burdens of just one day.
 
It is the remorse for something that happened yesterday, the dread of what is tomorrow will disclose that drives men mad. These are God's days.  Leave them with Him."

Moving Ahead or Falling Back - You can't stand still.

From "Just Thoughts Of A Plain Country Woman"   December 29, 1946

"Another year comes.  Another year goes.  The day of the one that passed will seem exactly like the days of the one that is to come except that it is our man-made way of giving ourselves a new start, another chance.

And it is well, for all life and nature run in cycles-a beginning, a maturity, and a close; the mistakes and failures of yesterday are off-set by the opportunities of today and the hopes of tomorrow.

Again it is well, for there is no middle ground except today: you go ahead or you fall back."

Don't fret about yesterday and don't worry about tomorrow.  Just do your very best with today - the day you were given.  It is a gift, don't waste it. 

 

 

 

 

A Little Discipline Is Good For Us

Taken from "Just Thoughts of a Plain Country Woman"   
 April 14, 1949
 
"Maybe I am a little old-fashioned. . . but we weren't permitted to gad about on school nights unless there was something super-super to do. . . . all our privileges and "treats" depended on whether we had behaved ourselves and had our school work ready. 
If we didn't we couldn't take part in anything.
Maybe I'm wrong, but we brought up "The Boy" the same way and were gratified to hear him say when he was home on furlough once during the war, "I didn't mind the discipline as many did.  I've been disciplined all my life.  What I missed was home." 

Make your home a place of love and discipline.  Your children will grow to love you for both.