Thursday, October 29, 2009

jars

I've been trying to stock up on canning jars for the day when our efforts start to prove a little bit more profitable, and we have stuff to can.
God has blessed me in that. I was given tons, which are on my shelf - the shelf that i really needed so that i would have some place to put my jars.




Then today, i was in the Senior Center thrift store in Coldspring (which is one of my favorite places to shop), and i had given up on getting anything today and was on my way out of the store, when i saw this:






Three dozen jars for $4.00! Rockin'!

Oh here's a little tip i just recently learned: Classico spaghetti sauce comes in canning jars! They're not quite as big, but there totally usable and made by the same company that makes the canning jars that are actually sold for that purpose. Awesome, huh?

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

The truth in the words not said

Recently, i've started looking into getting a job.

You know, the kind you have to leave home to do - and then someone gives you a paycheck for doing it? Yeah, a job.

James makes plenty of money for us to live happily at our little home. But we have a few lofty goals that we would like to put on fast forward. So, it seems appropriate that i find a way to bring in a little extra cash.

James was talking to someone he knows about some possible insider job information, and he told this person about me, "she's steady as the mail."

He has said this kind of thing about me before, so i asked him, "do you think i'm steady as the mail, honey?"

"At work," he said simply.

I laughed out loud, and i don't think he understood why.

The information omitted speaks volumes. I guess i need to work on my home steadiness. Haha!

Saturday, October 24, 2009

An Entry NOT About Chickens


Believe it or not, i do have interests outside of the world of raising chickens. I know. Shocker!

One of those interests is genealogy. For whatever reason, something inside of me is absolutely fascinated by the study of family lines and histories and whatnot.

One item of interest that i have discovered is that in a particular one of my family lines (and incidentally a particular one of my husband's family lines - but that's a different point of interest and not yet fully explored), every one of the immigrants to the U.S. seems to have originated from a place called Canton of Berne, Switzerland.

I have also discovered three (so far) near-the-turn-of-the-last-century publications, outlining lineages within my family tree. These books are old enough that they are out of copyright and now available FOR FREE on Google Books. Google Books has become an awesome resource for genealogical research for me.

Sometimes, in these books, a footnote or an introduction will reveal interesting life details that add richness to the search.

Now to the real story (the actual point of this entry - if you're still reading):

This particular line of ancestors of mine were among the first Amish/Mennonite settlers in the United States. I know when you think of the Amish, you think of people who wear dark clothes and refuse to get involved in technology. But there's more to it than that. More specifically, their origination was much more simple. They desired to withdraw from the corruption of the world's ways and adhere to the beliefs and principles taught by the Bible. In the 1500s and 1600s, this was demonstrated by their refusal to participate in the current Catholic or Protestant church organizations.

The Council of Berne, Switzerland repeatedly resolved that the Amish, or the Swiss Brethren, as they were called, should be terrified into conforming to 'acceptable' religious practices. The government of that day actually arrested and imprisoned many of the leaders and elders of this group and put them in hard labor camps and "supplied with bad food."

When the Council's strategy was not effective against this group who did not believe in any kind of violent protest but also were very strong in their faith and "surrendered to His grace," the Council of Berne sometimes sent these elders into slavery or burned them at the stake. Several times, other European countries, and once, someone named, Lord Beatus of Berne, came to the rescue of the Brethren. Eventually, more than once, compromises were made, allowing the elders of the group to be released if they would leave the country and never return. Several groups settled temporarily in Holland, France, and Germany. And eventually, individuals began to migrate to the New World where they proved faithful to their beliefs and eventually propogated a goodly percentage of this country's population.

Now, as with anything, the continuation of an original conviction often does not reflect the beginning intent (if that made sense). And i don't want to be Amish. But i am happy to have descended from people who held true to their beliefs and did not waiver in the face of persecution. That's true conviction in my opinion.

There are a few stories of the proof of the settlers beliefs, and i love to read them because they remind me to be true. True to what you believe and to live for more than your own generation. Some of the first few of these settlers encountered truly horrific challenges in the New World and probably thought that all was lost. Still they were faithful to their beliefs, refusing to practice violence even to defend their own families. Some of them lost everything and nearly their own lives just on the trip over. But now, because they endured, here i am.

I hope my life proves worth their sacrifices.

*Most of the information here was gleaned from "A Brief Biographic Memorial of Jacob Hertzler and a Complete Genealogical Family Register" by John Hertzler, published 1885. You can find it at googlebooks.com

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Whew!

The last few months, my life has been pretty much consumed by chickens.

Sounds strange, i know, but we have goals and whatnot. And we've figured out that we have to focus on one goal at a time, or we have nothing but goals--and no accomplishments.

Our new chicks (26 of them) have been in our wonderful outdoor brooder for several weeks now.
But chickens grow quickly. They probably double in size every week for the first several weeks, and then they slow down a little, but not much. So we knew they were going to get crowded pretty soon.

So we've been putting every extra dime into finishing the coop....actually, the most immediate goal was to finish the inside of the coop to make it suitable for chickens to live. Then we can deal with the outside of the coop later.

Yesterday, we put chickens in the coop! Oh what grand relief!

In the process, i burned a chemical burn hole in my finger, cut off the center of the fingerprint on my thumb with a pair of scissors (which looks small but bleeds a LOT), mashed another finger with a hammer ('cause i'm not really very good at using hammers), and somehow managed to immobilize myself for almost a whole day - but i have no recollection of any incident which could have caused this injury (to my ankle).

So, last night, since i clearly have no business near a construction site, James worked until after dark to get the coop finished and get the chicks moved. I'm so relieved! I don't remember what i did before i spent every waking moment trying to help the coop.

And the chickens are very happy...or i assume they are. They must be, right? Their space has just been quadrupled, and they can move far enough away from each other to actually SEE each other. HAHA! It wasn't really that bad, i promise.

Anyway, i said all that to say, you can go look at the coop details (if that sort of thing interests you) here.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

How chickens, once again, reveal the meaning of life

or not

Today, my husband and i painted the inside of our chicken coop together. This is a level of marital that we have not attempted in a very long time. Turns out, we were fine. We had fun.

If you're married, you may have learned the hard way when there were certain things that you and your dear loved one weren't quite ready to endure each other through. Sometimes, we have to work extra hard to learn to work together.

Mostly, James and i have learned to let the other shine in his or her own area.

But today, we painted TOGETHER, and it was nice.

Now, there's a certain freedom in painting the inside of a chicken coop. No one's going to notice if i really glob it on (o.k. once he did, but i retorted with a 'do you have a problem with that,' and everything was o.k.). If i didn't paint with the grain, no one's going to notice. Basically the point is to simply cover the wood with paint so that the chickens can subsequently poop on everything that can get above for more that 5 seconds. So, we're not giving any tours of our paint job or anything.

Anyway, i mused while i painted and thought i would share.

Friday, October 9, 2009

Hummingbird's Beginnings - a neato link i ran across

http://community-2.webtv.net/Velpics/HUM/

Be sure to click on the 'next page' doo dad at the bottom of each page, or you'll wonder why i posted this.

Kind of groovy. =D