Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Childcraft Number 3

It came up in a conversation with my brother this week: Childcraft Volume 3.

My brother has it.

In recent years, my brother has been accused(rightly or not) of having in his possession several items that are important to the entire family. His reputation has developed as something of the "Bermuda-Triangle " of our family. R and I once transferred a bunch of old 8MM movies of our family onto video tape and displayed it one Christmas - we think my brother took it home for continued viewing and it has not been seen since. We've had lots of fun with an illusive pitch fork (called a "seed fork") that's been missing for years; Dad remains eternally convinced was last in my brother's possession.

But he can account for Childcraft Volume 3.

I spent a few moments today dwelling on the significance of this set of books that graced our home. They were red-orange in color and they held worlds of adventure. Volume 3 -"Folk and Fairy Tales" was the best. Oh "Poems of Early Childhood" was okay for a time; but once one graduated to the hardy stories of Volume 3, he seldom looked back.

Open a the number 3 volume of Childcraft and you open a magical world! Inside were the classics, "Hansel and Gretel" (I think my favorite), "Jack and the Beanstalk" (which I don't care for-you know, Jack really didn't present any redeeming qualities), "Rapunzel", "Aesop's Fables" and many more!

"Aladdin and His Wonderful Lamp" was in there - though I was intrigued by the pictures, I don't think I ever made it through the entire story. Oh there were great pictures in Volume 3!

I think the book is from the 1954 edition. Incidentally, I know all this because I just Googled it and found Volume 3 on sale on E-Bay for $24.99. When I had the idea of writing about "Folk and Fairy Tales", I went to the shelf in AA's room where these books usually reside to retrieve our copy and found it missing. A thorough search did not turn it up so I had to research on-line and write from memory (I wonder if that's the one my brother has?)

Meanwhile, WorldBook (publishers of Childcraft) has a new set of these books for $349.99. Although I see very little in the titles or the appearance that resemble the glorious tomes we knew.

Okay back to my brother. It became a tradition (I think) in our family, to pass on the first three volumes of Childcraft to the siblings with the youngest children. I think they stayed at my sister's house the longest since for a time she kept my brother's kids as well as her own during the day.

Anyway, being the "late-baby" and further compounding my tardiness by waiting a little longer than most to start a family - we were the last keepers of the books. I still have volumes one and two but my brother somehow ended up with #3 when his grandchildren came along. I found my own copy of volume three some time back at a library book sale for MUCH, MUCH less than $24.99.

Oh, 'sorry - I didn't realize that tracing the abodes of the Childcraft volumes would be so convoluted. If you are still reading, thanks.

Needless to say, these books are special. Though Ab, at nine, has moved on somewhat from listening to stories - AA will still listen (sometimes with rapt attention) to those tales in Volume 3. Especially if he can see the pictures.

These books and the accompanying set of WorldBook Encyclopedias were staples in our family in those days before the internet. Many a boring afternoon could suddenly erupt into inspiration after spending a little while just paging through one of those Encyclopedia volumes. Not to mention the fact that probably 97% of the reports I submitted from elementary through high school owed some of their existence to that blue set of books.

How we came to have those books is something of a story in itself. Dad retired from the home-service Life Insurance business (I capitalize "Life Insurance" because it fed me all those years). But before really getting started there, he sold lot's of things - among them, encyclopedias.

I'm not sure how the story goes exactly, but he somehow happened upon a family that was moving and everything was packed. Perhaps he was delivering the encyclopedias - anyway the people had no room for them. Dad took them with the understanding that he would hold onto them until they came for them or requested them. They never did.

So if you are reading this blog and you purchased a set of WorldBook Encyclopedias along with the Childcraft set back in the mid 50's, and are wondering what happened to them after that move.... well, Dad still has them...

...well, all except Volume 3 - my brother has it....

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Saturday Nights - Living Room Floor! Be THERE!

My Dad celebrated his 79th birthday today. My brother and sister and our families got together along with my Mom and my aunt to celebrate around food. It's what we do.

It was a sweet time, we laughed at old jokes or anecdotes ... laughed at each other. . . laughed at ourselves. It was kind of light and refreshing.

I've been thinking about my Dad a good bit lately. As I've referenced in this blog, his health has gone down hill and his mind is not always as sharp as it once was.

When we were kids, Dad wasn't much of a sports fan and not a real "outdoors" type - except to work a garden or tend the lawn. So he and I didn't share some of the things dads and sons share. I used to think I was missing out on a lot, but I don't think so now.

My brother tagged along with Dad more than I and got more involved with Dad in some ways.

But Dad and I had our common interests: we liked to watch detective stories and mysteries like "Cannon", "Barnaby Jones", "Perry Mason", and "Mannix"; we liked politics - I think the last time I strongly opposed his political views was when Jimmy Carter ran for Governor of Georgia... Dad voted for Hal Suit and he was right; I remember standing in line on a warm evening at a little precinct in Cassville, Georgia with my Dad - my first time to vote - we were both pulling the lever that day for Ronald Reagan; we both enjoyed the Old Testament, Dad was reputed to be a great Sunday School teacher. Though I only heard him a few times, I decided I wanted to be like him in that respect.

Another strong common interest we shared was Saturday Night Wrestling.

I know most of you have probably never thought of Professional Wrestling as heartwarming - so I'm sentimental.

Many Saturday nights, I would emerge from my bath having rid myself of all evidence of the day's adventures. Dad would usually plop down in the floor on a cushion from the couch (I realize that the thought of a grown man lying in the floor with a sofa cushion may seem improper and even reprehensible to some - but keep in mind, we were watching Professional Wrestling - not Lawrence Welk). I would join him as we took in the sordid adventures portrayed before us.

We'd watch Tojo Yonomoto, Mr. Wrestling 2, The Assassins, Dory Funk, Jr, and the "American Dream!" - Dusty Rhodes, as they spent a few minutes in the ring and then a long time at the microphone promoting the next big match. We'd get equally frustrated when Sam Bass would pull his opponent's hair while the ditsy referee was tying his shoelaces. We thrilled to the Suplex, the Pile-Driver, and the Belly-to-Back-Souffle'. Then there would be the "clean" battles with a lot of "head-locks" and full-nelsons and half-nelsons. And every once in awhile, someone would pull out the dreaded "Sleeper-Hold" or the ominous "Boston Crab" and we knew it was over for the victim.

And then would come the commercials. In the Atlanta market it was "Wouldn't you really rather have a D.L ... D.l. Claiborne ... Claiborne Buick!..." or "Bargain Town U.S.A."; When we lived in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, we could hear a long dissertation from the owner of the "three Friendly Epp's Stores" in Birmingham. So it was during these expanded intermissions that we sought ways to relieve our boredom and act out our frustrations.

During commercials: that's when the action really began! Throughout the entire break, Dad and I would mimick what we had seen on the screen. I would bound back and forth, pouncing here - plunging there and Dad would stay pretty much stationary - depending on defensive measures and a vice-like grip. We'd go head-to-head or toe-to-toe until someone got hurt or until the action kicked back in on the screen.

And I realize now - that was bonding. Wrestling with my Dad, spending time together -even if it was in front of the television. It was quality time - I realize that now more than ever.

Thanks, Dad.

Monday, July 28, 2008

The Other Side

I am linking
[http://christianrocker.com/cornerstone_worship_center/video.php]
to a video that I recently received. It features my cousin's grandson, Elisha; I get confused as to how to describe cousins after the first generation so I can't tell you the exact relation but that's beside the point.

It was really moving to me and I thought others might like to see it as well. The mom and dad put it together for Elisha's dedication. It takes about 15 minutes to view but I think if you add in a cup of coffee - you will find it time well spent.

The video pulled into focus some scripture I have recently encountered and thoughts they have provoked.

Wilderness Teaching Trials
When we walk through a "teaching trial" and the experience is allowed to have it's proper affect on us - we can emerge bruised and tired but wonderfully refreshed. There is just something ... well ... magical about that time ( I'm sorry, magical is not a very spiritual word but I think - to me anyway -it fits here).

In Joshua 5 the Hebrews found themselves in that enchanted place just on the other side of the wilderness. This chapter describes brand new events and monumental changes for them; but they were eager to comply, ready to leap into the challenges, wonderfully refreshed.

Why? Because God had spent the past 40 years with this roaming nation of people, teaching them to shake off the slave -mentality that had oppressed them the previous three centuries. Now all but two people had died from the generation that walked out of Egypt and into the desert. Now it was time to do what they set out to do on that first day of freedom forty years prior: to occupy the Promised Land.

It was a bleak forty years: punishment, death, disappointment, disease, struggle, want, discontentment -bitterness all marked that wilderness teaching experience. But the generation in Joshua 5 emerged eager to believe and grateful for the journey.

Encapsulated by Water
Okay, I don't know if this is even significant and if so, I don't know why; but it is intriguing to me that the whole wilderness experience was surrounded by water. I mean they could only enter the desert through a miraculous crossing of a body of water (the Red Sea). Then in Joshua 4 we learn that they could only leave the desert through - again- a miraculous crossing of a body of water (the Jordan River). I will leave that there since I don't know what to do with it.

Less Miracles - More Traditions
Being full-gospel and pentecostal in my belief system, I don't like the sound of this heading. I tend to think that we should be more about shirking off traditions and expecting the unexpected. However, I think Joshua 5 may be saying that there are times we must survive by living miracle to miracle and there are times when we set aside traditions and rituals; but then there may follow some time in which the miracles aren't so evident, the excitement changes and the intensity is not so constant.

The Jewish males bore a physical mark on their bodies that set them apart from other nations. It symbolized their being unique and precious to God. It was circumcision. Through the wilderness years, the Israelites had skipped that tradition. Now God instructed Joshua to reinstate it.

Also in chapter five as they camped near the Jordan River crossing, the Hebrews celebrated Passover. I guess this was actually the first commemoration of that event that had signaled their departure from Egypt.

During some of our trial experiences, we may find ourselves putting aside some of our closely held traditions or practices. On the other side, it might be a good idea to pick some of those up again.

After Passover, they began to eat from the produce of the crops outside of Jericho. Maybe they commandeered the fields, or maybe the people of the land gave them food in hopes of gaining favor. But they ate the grains and vegetables of the land.

And the next morning the manna ceased.

Now that just seems sad to me. For forty years, every morning this reminder of God's constant provision just lay on the ground. Through the daily manna, God showed them that He, and the Word He spoke - would provide for them when there was no bread and no place to plant any crops. Jesus repeated God's statement on this subject when He was tempted in another wilderness... "Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceeds from the mouth of God."

Manna was a miracle every morning but now it was going away. God would provide for them in the Promised land in a more traditional way.

Wilderness teaching experiences that we go through can include some amazing miracles. On the other side of the wilderness, God's provision may be no less miraculous - it just may not be as exciting.

Using What You Learned In the Wilderness
At the end of the chapter, Joshua encountered the "Captain of the Lord's Host" who gave him instruction on how to begin to defeat the enemies that lay before him.
Just as an aside, I believe this "Captain" was Jesus, Himself - the "Captain of Our Salvation" (Hebrews 2:10) .

The Hebrews had learned to trust God and to obey Him in the wilderness; He had led them to victory in some battles already. Now it was time to take the tools and weapons they had gained from the wilderness experience and use them in battle.

The wilderness teaching trial that the Hebrews endured - like the ones we encounter - are there for a purpose. When we embrace that fact, it usually signals that we are emerging from the desert.
When we do come out of it - it may be only to face new enemies or to take on new challenges - but rest assured that God was aware of both the wilderness and the challenges that now lay ahead.
All along He was equipping us for His next adventure.


Scripture taken from the New King James Version. Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc. Used by permission. All rights reserved

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Fishing Update

Fishing Update

A couple weeks ago, I submitted a post about our family going fishing. I thought I would update you today.

Since that time, we have taken several opportunities to get in an hour or two of fishing some evenings after work.

Both Ab and AA have been broken in (each now catching a number of fish) and both are well capable (if not always willing) to bait their own hooks. We have learned that when you purchase "Night Crawlers" (extremely large worms) - you can fish more economically by dividing the worm (sometimes multiple times). This is also helpful when catching the size fish we have been catching since it is considered uncouth to catch a fish that is smaller than the bait.

We also learned that "Night Crawlers" will keep in your refrigerator for a week - that's better that chicken salad! However, it is a good idea to avoid additional comparisons between bait worms and chicken salad - or any other food for that matter! The practice also is very good for those who diet as it discourages sleepily foraging through the fridge for midnight snacks.

God answered at least one prayer there on the lakeside ... AA had had a win streak going, catching several fish over a couple days; Ab had not caught her first.

Despite our efforts not to pit them against one another, our kids are competitive and Ab rode home in tears that evening.

The next trip, things appeared to be going in the same direction - no fish for Ab. I prayed, asking God if it was okay to pray that way - I'd like for her to get to catch something.

In just a little while she drug in her first and then pulled in about five within just a few minutes.

I've noticed that AA and Ab are a little more careful lately not to rejoice overmuch when their catches exceed those of their sibling. That makes me proud of them.

Finally, lest you "True Sportsmen" (that's you CJW) find yourself smirking at the simplicity of our endeavours ... you should know that we also have fished for Bass and other "big-game-fish".

Unfortunately, the Bass and other "big-game-fish" were not aware that we were fishing for them or else they all had pressing previous engagements which kept them.

And another thing - just because the packet of life-like "oatmeal" fake lizards reads Bass Love Them!! - it 's not necessarily true.

I hope you enjoy the pics.

Friday, July 25, 2008

Great America Series: The Judeo-Christian Work Ethic

Even while we were with you, we gave you this command: “Those unwilling to work will not get to eat.” 2 Thessalonians 3:10 NLT

Then Came Bronson

When I was a kid, our family would sometimes watch a movie on television on Friday night and the theme of the movie would set the stage for my play on Saturday. Once we watched a movie that later became a series, called "Then Came Bronson" . "Bronson" in the movie was played by Michael Parks and he drove a Harley in the movie. My friend Steve and I converted our "Stingray" bicycles into Harley's and we each became "Bronson" on numerous occasions after that. There is a line in the movie that has stayed with me all these years (though I just watched the scene on You Tube and it was nothing like I remembered)... Bronson has found work for himself and the girl that has just imposed herself into his life. It's hard, manual labor in a brickyard - so the girl plops herself down next to a pile of bricks and sulks. Then Bronson delivers the line: "You don't work - you don't eat!"

I must have been eight years old but the line stayed with me.

I later learned that it originated with Paul in his letter to the Christians in a city called Thessaloniki.

Somehow early Americans got this concept. Oh there was a Gentry Class of "Gentlemen" who landed on our shores in the early days. Their very existence was based on the fact that they did no work... it wouldn't do for them to soil their hands with labor. But their ilk quickly faded under the harsh realities that this new world held. If they didn't work, they might not survive.

You Don't Work - You Don't Eat!

You may remember from an earlier post, how William Bradford, the Governor of Plymouth Colony, was inspired to put forth the practice of private property and families becoming self-sufficient. He found that people planted and tended their fields with much greater zeal when they owned the benefits their work produced. And the whole colony was improved.

There is a book that, though it is somewhat dated, addresses the modern work ethic in America, it's called "Why America Doesn't Work" by Charles Colson and Jack Eckerd. One discussion in the book touches on how America provided an opportunity for two "classes" of people to combine their efforts and achieve more... the "working class" and the "intellectual class". In other societies people were relegated to one class or the other. America's system allowed for people to do both. They could be very intellectual and very hard working at the same time. Thomas Edison, Henry Ford... they were among those men of great minds and strong backs.

I want to tell you a little bit of the story of another giant in the field of work and proper work ethics. His name was Booker T. Washington. I believe he was a picture of the "excellent spirit" that the Bible reports was present in the Prophet Daniel.

Booker T. Washington was born a slave and knew the sufferings caused by that wicked system. But so kind was he, that in his book,"Up From Slavery", he also pointed out how the system took it's toll on the slave owners as well. In some cases, slaves did as little work as possible and with just enough care to avoid punishment (understandably); slave owners, on the other hand, became very lazy and listless put all of the work off on the slaves. The end results was that houses and farms fell into disrepair, doors and gates lagged off their hinges, and things took on a dim appearance.

But I want to tell you about Booker T. Washington's college examination.

Booker T.'s College Entrance Exam

As a young man, Washington drank in any education he could find. Shortly after the slaves were freed, Sunday Schools were formed in order that former slaves might learn, and Washington says the principle book studied in Sunday School - was the Speller.

Washington sought out education but when a school opened nearby, his father did not allow him to go; sending him instead to work in the salt-mines. Washington hired tutors to teach him at night.

When he learned that a boarding school where African-Americans were allowed to attend, had opened in Hampton, Virginia, he set out to attend.

After many disappointments and hardships, he finally left his home, headed for Hampton. He eventually reached Richmond, where he found that he was out of money and 82 miles short of Hampton. So he lived under a boardwalk for a time and worked to earn enough money to set out again.

When he finally arrived at the school, he was not immediately accepted. In fact the "head-teacher" just wouldn't tell him whether he could stay or not- for several hours. Though his rearing hadn't educated him on how to present himself, he knew that his appearance was important; he also knew that head-teacher had doubts about his character based on his disheveled appearance.

Then opportunity knocked... the head-teacher came to him and told him that the recitation room needed sweeping.

That tired, ragged, road-weary young man, lunged at the opportunity to "show what was in him". He swept the room three times; then he grabbed a dusting cloth and dusted the room four times. He dusted the woodwork on the walls, the tables, the benches, and the desks four times. He moved every piece of furniture and dusted in every corner and every closet.

When the head-teacher returned, she thoroughly inspected every area of the entire room. She then pulled out a handkerchief and wiped down the walls to check for dust. She found no particle of dust.

The work paid off. She quietly remarked "I guess you will do to enter this institution" .

Booker T. Washington referred to that room cleaning as his "college entrance exam".

I had an opportunity to visit his Tuskegee Institute a few years ago, and I was so impressed with the high expectations the organization placed upon it's students in it's early days. Self-discipline was required at every juncture. There was also a great pressing toward self-sufficiency. This was manifested in the fact that the very bricks that made up the many buildings on campus were manufactured right there on campus.

Booker T. Washington - a man that would work so hard just to have the opportunity to learn - is an example of that merging of intellect and a strong back.

Intellect and a Strong Back

This emphasis on work as an integral part of man's existence yielded a "common sense".

Common sense refers to wisdom or intelligence that has been tempered by actual experience. I have been told by more than one veteran nurse, that when a new nurse graduates from college - it takes awhile (for some a year or so) to really become a nurse. There is no substitute for literal hands-on training.
Often individuals that have received high levels of training can be quite confident; however that confidence is quickly deflated when they try to put that training to actual use. Once they go through the trial of real life experience, those highly trained individuals will often emerge with a new - quieter confidence, a confidence that is real and solid.

This points up a problem that I see today in our society and in our system of education. There is a strong emphasis on self-esteem; sometimes at the expense of authentic education. Graduates come out with great self-esteem but it is not substantive . . . they may not understand that in the real world 2+2 always equals 4 ... no matter how you feel about it. They may not understand that creative spelling is not really considered a strong point when one is submitting a resume or job application.

Furthermore, some of those graduates have such self confidence that they would not dare stoop so low as to take a job "flipping burgers" or if they do, they don't understand why the manager can't see their great self-esteem and promote them quickly. Their expectations are unreasonable.

In the Human Resources field I have often seen applications with sporadic work history. Often an individual will work 3 months here, 6 months there. They will often list as their reason for leaving: "couldn't move up any higher in the organization".

What if Booker T. Washington had adopted that mind-set? What if he had traveled to Hampton, Virginia with that attitude? Well, I'm afraid he never would have even made it to Hampton. And I am pretty sure he would have tossed the broom back to that head-teacher and sulkily stalked out with his self-esteem intact.

Some time back I heard a sermon that pointed out a misconception I had previously held. Having what I hope is a Biblical worldview - I have always supposed that work was actually part of the curse that Adam brought on the world when he sinned. But a closer reading of the text in Genesis 3 reveals that it was the ground that was cursed... the ground would be hard and would produce thorns and thistles and things that make work difficult. So the fact that work is sometimes difficult is partly a result of Adam's sin.

However, work was going on well before Adam sinned. Adam was given charge and responsibility over the animals and he was instructed to tend or work the garden.

Work and responsibility are God's gift to us. And its yields are multitudinous: self-confidence, exercise, profit, health, enthusiasm, joy, prosperity ... these are just a few.

"Chop your own wood, and it will warm you twice" Henry Ford

Scripture quotations are taken from the Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright 1996, 2004. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers, Inc., Wheaton, Illinois 60189. All rights reserved.

"Up From Slavery" Booker T. Washington, originally published : New York : Doubleday, Page, 1901.

"Why America Doesn't Work", Colson, Charles M.; Eckerd, Jack. Word Publishing. 1991.

Monday, July 21, 2008

The Big Rubber Band


Some friends of ours were over last night - our children are close... their girl is 2 months and 2 days older than Ab and AA is one month and one day older than their son.


Their little man brought over a wide rubber band to show AA ... and left it.


Thus begins the adventure....


Tonight, we attempted to re institute two things -rather clumsily- with the children. Mom and I, in undiscussed agreement decided that tonight we would reinstate "bed-time". Until this year, we have maintained some reasonable bed-time limits during the summer months but of late our kids have run amok (well - sort of).

We set the time for 9 PM. So at about 9:10 PM the teeth had been hurriedly brushed and that other "before bed-time duty" had been completed. That was when I - unilaterally - decided to also reinstate Family Devotion.


We pray over and with our children each night but a couple years ago we began Family Devotion once per week. In the disorder of summer, this practice has pretty much fallen by the wayside.


So I called it. That was when AA chimed in that he wanted to do the Devotion.

Now this ambition and zeal would probably light up the hearts of most parents, but I was cautious.


You see, AA's devotions are sometimes not very spiritual. . . sometimes they get out of hand... sometimes Dad ends up getting really irritated and in need of some serious prayer time. I have tried to convince him to plan ahead for these things, but to no avail. He tends to leap headlong without much attention to where he will crash or to any other details for that matter (I wonder where he gets that).


So I could see this thing quickly getting off-point. So I set the timer on the microwave (5 minutes).

He ran to his room to scarf up some visuals.

And returned with that wide rubber band and a few sheets of note paper.


His first point hit me.


And while the others missed the mark a little, there was something to his first point.


As he attempted -Charles Atlas-Style -to stretch the rubber band to it's limit, he explained.


"This is God's love , see - it's unbreakable!"


He went on to say, it demonstrated His Son's love, too: "Unbreakable!"


My mind ran with that thought... How God's love stretches so far as is necessary to reach us. And then with the elasticity of a huge rubber-band, His love draws us back to Him.


His heart may break at our rebellion, our foolish pride, our dogged determination to hang on to fears and other things that haunt us and take our eyes off Him.


His heart may break; but his love never does.


As we grow in Him ... and become more and more like Him... spending time with Him... our hearts become less brittle, more stretchy - like His.


Our hearts are able to reach out to others.


We become more willing for Him to stretch us and we grow.


AA's devotion had gone on to show how the Devil and his angels (and "his son - if he has one") was not like that. They were like the pieces of note paper which AA tore with ease.


We were well into our prayer before the timer went off.