My house smells like an Indian restaurant. Last night I made curried lentil soup, a recipe I've been perfecting, garlic naan bread and saag. It was absolutely delicious.
That's really all I had to say.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Death of Mr. Damon
This is an article from the Historical Society about "Bloody" Bill Anderson. I think it's interesting who their journalism had a lot more elements of story-telling. The language is more colorful and really...when I read this I felt like I was in 1862 taking part in the times:
"About four AM on the 15th, a band under Bill Anderson entered Huntsville. They came in on the Keytesville road, those in advance having Federal coats. They road in quietly and proceeded to picket the town. They went to the hotel, arrested the landlord and demanded the travelers stopping with him. There was but one -- Mr. George Damon, of the firm of E.A. Damon & Co., of St. Louis. They asked to be shown his room, and following the landlord, they demanded entrance at his door. Mr. Damon opened the door, when they rushed in and placing their pistols at his head, demanded his arms and money. These he surrendered. They then told him to go with them as prisoner. He went with them to the store of Mr. S.T. Morehead in front of which a portion of the gang were breaking open the safe of the County Treasury, which they had pulled out on the side walk. He had on a belt with a U.S. buckle, and they accused him of being a Federal officer and repeatedly threatened to shoot him. While the work of breaking the safe was going on, Mr. Damon, against the entreaties of his fellow prisoners, attempted to escape. He ran to Coate's corner and turned down the plank road, when Anderson (who was on horseback) wheeled and fired on him; others ran to the corner and fired, saying, "Now, d--n you, stand when we tell you." Mr. Damon fell at the first fire but recovering, ran around the houses on the opposite side of the street attempting to gain the rear of the hotel. Anderson followed, and as Mr. Damon was climbing the fence, shot again, inflicting a wound that proved fatal. Mr. D. fell into the yard calling for water. Mr. Sauvinet, the landlord started to minister to the dying man when he was confronted by Anderson who said, "If you don't go away and let that man alone, I'll shoot you." Mr. D. succeeded in crawling into the dining room when some citizens went to the "captain" and asked permission to call a physician to the wounded man. His only reply was, "Is he still alive?" and turning to two of his men, he said, "go and finish him!" Two men then went to the hotel when Mrs. Sauvinet, the landlady, implored them not to shoot him anymore, assuring them that he would die of his wounds. "Shoot!" he said, "why, we would shoot Jesus Christ or God Almighty if he ran from us" Seeing no signs of life in the bleeding body which lay before them, one of them put his head down to the breast of the dying man, but the heart had ceased to beat and life was gone. Seeing a ring on the finger of the corpse, the guerrilla removed it and placed it on his own.
During all this time the work of robbery went on. The clerks in some of the stores had been sleeping on their arms in anticipation of a raid, but these fellows were not only in the stores but in one instance were upstairs before the inmates were aroused. When they entered they promptly demanded the safe keys, abused the clerks and in one or two instances, struck them on their heads with pistols. After two hours in this place the scoundrels left on the Renick road. They stopped at the house of Mr. Joel Smith, some six miles south, from whom they took one or two horses. One struck the old gentleman on the head with his pistol, hurting him seriously. They left for Warfield's store. A company of Federal troops was sent from Sturgeon in pursuit, but we have no intelligible account of what was done.
The characteristic of this band was the studied method of their madness--their discipline. The commander placed and relieved sentinels at a distance of two hundred yards by a simple wave of the hand, which seemed as perfectly understood and obeyed as the gestures of the actors in a pantomime upon the stage. Their almost total abstinence from liquor was a subject of remark by all. Two of them indulged in a glass of liquor, while the others took lemonade.
Anderson lived in this place when he was a boy and showed some favors to one or two of his old schoolmates whom he recognized. His father, who was very poor, removed to California at an early day, and some of the men who befriended the father when he left here were repaid by the son by being robbed of thousands of dollars. He says his father returned from California to Kansas where he was murdered. He said that he was a captain under Quantrill, who is at present sick on the south side of the river. His men are principally from Jackson County, and are veteran scoundrels, the most of them having participated in the sacking and burning of Lawrence. They were the best armed men we have seen during the war, some of their belts swinging as high as eight navy revolvers, while the most of them were provided with revolving rifles. Although they pretended to be confederate soldiers while here, yet they made no distinction between parties --all men who had money sharing alike.
"About four AM on the 15th, a band under Bill Anderson entered Huntsville. They came in on the Keytesville road, those in advance having Federal coats. They road in quietly and proceeded to picket the town. They went to the hotel, arrested the landlord and demanded the travelers stopping with him. There was but one -- Mr. George Damon, of the firm of E.A. Damon & Co., of St. Louis. They asked to be shown his room, and following the landlord, they demanded entrance at his door. Mr. Damon opened the door, when they rushed in and placing their pistols at his head, demanded his arms and money. These he surrendered. They then told him to go with them as prisoner. He went with them to the store of Mr. S.T. Morehead in front of which a portion of the gang were breaking open the safe of the County Treasury, which they had pulled out on the side walk. He had on a belt with a U.S. buckle, and they accused him of being a Federal officer and repeatedly threatened to shoot him. While the work of breaking the safe was going on, Mr. Damon, against the entreaties of his fellow prisoners, attempted to escape. He ran to Coate's corner and turned down the plank road, when Anderson (who was on horseback) wheeled and fired on him; others ran to the corner and fired, saying, "Now, d--n you, stand when we tell you." Mr. Damon fell at the first fire but recovering, ran around the houses on the opposite side of the street attempting to gain the rear of the hotel. Anderson followed, and as Mr. Damon was climbing the fence, shot again, inflicting a wound that proved fatal. Mr. D. fell into the yard calling for water. Mr. Sauvinet, the landlord started to minister to the dying man when he was confronted by Anderson who said, "If you don't go away and let that man alone, I'll shoot you." Mr. D. succeeded in crawling into the dining room when some citizens went to the "captain" and asked permission to call a physician to the wounded man. His only reply was, "Is he still alive?" and turning to two of his men, he said, "go and finish him!" Two men then went to the hotel when Mrs. Sauvinet, the landlady, implored them not to shoot him anymore, assuring them that he would die of his wounds. "Shoot!" he said, "why, we would shoot Jesus Christ or God Almighty if he ran from us" Seeing no signs of life in the bleeding body which lay before them, one of them put his head down to the breast of the dying man, but the heart had ceased to beat and life was gone. Seeing a ring on the finger of the corpse, the guerrilla removed it and placed it on his own.
During all this time the work of robbery went on. The clerks in some of the stores had been sleeping on their arms in anticipation of a raid, but these fellows were not only in the stores but in one instance were upstairs before the inmates were aroused. When they entered they promptly demanded the safe keys, abused the clerks and in one or two instances, struck them on their heads with pistols. After two hours in this place the scoundrels left on the Renick road. They stopped at the house of Mr. Joel Smith, some six miles south, from whom they took one or two horses. One struck the old gentleman on the head with his pistol, hurting him seriously. They left for Warfield's store. A company of Federal troops was sent from Sturgeon in pursuit, but we have no intelligible account of what was done.
The characteristic of this band was the studied method of their madness--their discipline. The commander placed and relieved sentinels at a distance of two hundred yards by a simple wave of the hand, which seemed as perfectly understood and obeyed as the gestures of the actors in a pantomime upon the stage. Their almost total abstinence from liquor was a subject of remark by all. Two of them indulged in a glass of liquor, while the others took lemonade.
Anderson lived in this place when he was a boy and showed some favors to one or two of his old schoolmates whom he recognized. His father, who was very poor, removed to California at an early day, and some of the men who befriended the father when he left here were repaid by the son by being robbed of thousands of dollars. He says his father returned from California to Kansas where he was murdered. He said that he was a captain under Quantrill, who is at present sick on the south side of the river. His men are principally from Jackson County, and are veteran scoundrels, the most of them having participated in the sacking and burning of Lawrence. They were the best armed men we have seen during the war, some of their belts swinging as high as eight navy revolvers, while the most of them were provided with revolving rifles. Although they pretended to be confederate soldiers while here, yet they made no distinction between parties --all men who had money sharing alike.
okay...
Everything is happening a lot faster than I had expected. But in good ways.
Caleb and I have been submitting ourselves more and more to God, which is only making us more aware of how well he actually takes care of us. Over the past two months we have been going to church in Columbia, which has been a major blessing. Our church is very missional focused and community oriented and we've already been thrown into fellowship, service, confession and worship. It has been wonderful. It's been a long time since I've really been mentored and challenged and I believe Caleb feels the same way. I know that God is using this time to train us up for his use, in whatever the future is going to hold for us, and I'm excited and willing to follow this path wherever it is taking us.
Which aparently is to Columbia (for now). Caleb has 1-2 years left of school in Moberly, which he is committed to finishing. We had already planned/thought of staying in Columbia to pay off student loans and figure out what was next for us. Columbia is affordable, has more job oppertunities, close to friends, drivable distance of Caleb's family and familiar enough for mine (Phoenix is out of our budget and far from his family). We assumed a move would be in order when he graduated. But then we found our church, Karis, and our hearts have been growing heavy with a longing to be invested in the church and the community it was serving and reaching. Some friends of ours are moving from Moberly to Columbia for the same reason and we thought that maybe after or during this next school year, we could move too.
Walmart for the past month and a half has cut my hours so that each pay check is $100 less than usual ($200 less a month). My job at the historical society has become extra spending money, considering I may only work there for 8hrs out of the entire month, and Caleb's job at the bookstore pays for our groceries and some small expenses. I tried applying for full-time jobs in Moberly...of which there are very little...and found no success. In the meantime, our hearts continued to grow heavy. We have been getting to know a great group of people, but our time thus far has been limited to two days a week, a few hours at a time, and we want to invest more and serve more in the community.
After a long talk with Caleb, we decided to go ahead and see if the door was open for us to move to Columbia during this coming summer. We love our friends in Moberly and where we live, and we know that if this is where God wants to keep us, He will. So, prayerfully, we have began looking around for jobs and apartments. Yesterday, we may have found an apartment, within our budget, great location, beautiful, enough space and with lots of little perks. As for jobs, I have been handed a lot of hopefuls of which I have applied. These are jobs that I'm either skilled in or incredibly interested in. So we'll see if any of them take me.
It's looking more and more like a move will happen for us this summer. With this comes all sorts of bittersweet emotions and a gratefulness that our friends here in Moberly are only 40minutes away. I still plan whole-heartedly on having many an adventure with Rachel and Lindsey. I'm going to miss our first "home" (I don't count the apartment we lived in for a month). This place has been good to us.
GOD has been GOOD to us. Even in our low times, quiet times, desperate times, he is still so good. We serve an amazing God, which, my friends, is what excites me most about this present and future...that it's Him we're serving and loving, no matter where he leads.
So that is where we are at at the moment.
Caleb and I have been submitting ourselves more and more to God, which is only making us more aware of how well he actually takes care of us. Over the past two months we have been going to church in Columbia, which has been a major blessing. Our church is very missional focused and community oriented and we've already been thrown into fellowship, service, confession and worship. It has been wonderful. It's been a long time since I've really been mentored and challenged and I believe Caleb feels the same way. I know that God is using this time to train us up for his use, in whatever the future is going to hold for us, and I'm excited and willing to follow this path wherever it is taking us.
Which aparently is to Columbia (for now). Caleb has 1-2 years left of school in Moberly, which he is committed to finishing. We had already planned/thought of staying in Columbia to pay off student loans and figure out what was next for us. Columbia is affordable, has more job oppertunities, close to friends, drivable distance of Caleb's family and familiar enough for mine (Phoenix is out of our budget and far from his family). We assumed a move would be in order when he graduated. But then we found our church, Karis, and our hearts have been growing heavy with a longing to be invested in the church and the community it was serving and reaching. Some friends of ours are moving from Moberly to Columbia for the same reason and we thought that maybe after or during this next school year, we could move too.
Walmart for the past month and a half has cut my hours so that each pay check is $100 less than usual ($200 less a month). My job at the historical society has become extra spending money, considering I may only work there for 8hrs out of the entire month, and Caleb's job at the bookstore pays for our groceries and some small expenses. I tried applying for full-time jobs in Moberly...of which there are very little...and found no success. In the meantime, our hearts continued to grow heavy. We have been getting to know a great group of people, but our time thus far has been limited to two days a week, a few hours at a time, and we want to invest more and serve more in the community.
After a long talk with Caleb, we decided to go ahead and see if the door was open for us to move to Columbia during this coming summer. We love our friends in Moberly and where we live, and we know that if this is where God wants to keep us, He will. So, prayerfully, we have began looking around for jobs and apartments. Yesterday, we may have found an apartment, within our budget, great location, beautiful, enough space and with lots of little perks. As for jobs, I have been handed a lot of hopefuls of which I have applied. These are jobs that I'm either skilled in or incredibly interested in. So we'll see if any of them take me.
It's looking more and more like a move will happen for us this summer. With this comes all sorts of bittersweet emotions and a gratefulness that our friends here in Moberly are only 40minutes away. I still plan whole-heartedly on having many an adventure with Rachel and Lindsey. I'm going to miss our first "home" (I don't count the apartment we lived in for a month). This place has been good to us.
GOD has been GOOD to us. Even in our low times, quiet times, desperate times, he is still so good. We serve an amazing God, which, my friends, is what excites me most about this present and future...that it's Him we're serving and loving, no matter where he leads.
So that is where we are at at the moment.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
If I was
If I was a month, I'd be June.
If I was a day of the week, I'd be Thursday.
If I was a time of the day, I'd be 2pm.
If I was a sea animal, I'd be a baluga whale.
If I was a direction, I'd be west.
If I was a piece of furniture, I'd be a familiar bench.
If I was a liquid, I'd be coffee.
If I was a gemstone, I'd be sapphire.
If I was a tree, I'd be an oak.
If I was a tool, I'd be measuring tape.
If I was a flower, I'd be a peony.
If I was a kind of weather, I'd be rainy.
If I was a musical instrument, I'd be a cello.
If I was a color, I'd be a deep green.
If I was an emotion, I'd be calm.
If I was a fruit, I'd be a kiwi.
If I was a sound, I'd be rain falling.
If I was an element, I'd be water.
If I was a mammal, I'd be a horse.
If I was a berry, I'd be blue.
If I was a bird, I'd be a sparrow.
If I was a book, I'd be the Bible.
If I was a story, I'd be the prodigal son.
This was just to pass some time. Life is as usually, but equally in transition. I'm applying for jobs in Columbia and looking into some apartments. I feel strangly ready for this possible move. I feel like doors are opening there...with a fair amount closing here.
If I was a day of the week, I'd be Thursday.
If I was a time of the day, I'd be 2pm.
If I was a sea animal, I'd be a baluga whale.
If I was a direction, I'd be west.
If I was a piece of furniture, I'd be a familiar bench.
If I was a liquid, I'd be coffee.
If I was a gemstone, I'd be sapphire.
If I was a tree, I'd be an oak.
If I was a tool, I'd be measuring tape.
If I was a flower, I'd be a peony.
If I was a kind of weather, I'd be rainy.
If I was a musical instrument, I'd be a cello.
If I was a color, I'd be a deep green.
If I was an emotion, I'd be calm.
If I was a fruit, I'd be a kiwi.
If I was a sound, I'd be rain falling.
If I was an element, I'd be water.
If I was a mammal, I'd be a horse.
If I was a berry, I'd be blue.
If I was a bird, I'd be a sparrow.
If I was a book, I'd be the Bible.
If I was a story, I'd be the prodigal son.
This was just to pass some time. Life is as usually, but equally in transition. I'm applying for jobs in Columbia and looking into some apartments. I feel strangly ready for this possible move. I feel like doors are opening there...with a fair amount closing here.
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