Thursday, November 30, 2006
Football Game
On Saturday afternoon, Jacob, Daddy, and Pop pop wanted to watch the Georgia/Georgia Tech Game. So, they dug the TV out of the shed and set it up. In order to get a relatively clear picture, they attached aluminum foil to one of the antennae. They finally got it situated, and had only missed about 10 minutes of the game. We are all Tech fans here and at half-time, we were winning. Unfortunately, something went wrong in the second half, and Georgia beat us for the 6th time in a row. I only watched the last 9 minutes, which were very depressing. Oh well, maybe next year...
~Tricia Ann
~Tricia Ann
Daddy adjusting the "bunny ears"
Jacob and Pop pop drinking sparkling cider and intently watching
Friday, November 24, 2006
Oh Give Thanks Unto the Lord for He is Good!
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
(1872-1906)
Our harvesting is gladly o'er,
Our fields have felt no killing blight,
Our bins are filled with goodly store.
From pestilence, fire, 'flood, and sword
We have been spared by thy decree,
And now with humble hearts, O Lord,
We come to pay our thanks to thee.
We feel that had our merits been
The measure of thy gifts to us,
We erring children, born of sin,
Might not now be rejoicing thus.
No deed of ours hath brought us grace;
When thou wert nigh our sight was dull,
We hid in trembling from thy face,
But thou, O God, wert merciful.
Thy mighty hand o'er all the land
Hath still been open to bestow
Those blessings which our wants demand
From heaven, whence all blessings flow.
Thou hast, with ever watchful eye,
Looked down on us with holy care,
And from thy storehouse in the sky
Hast scattered plenty everywhere.
Then lift we up our songs of praise
To thee, O Father, good and kind;
To thee we consecrate our days;
Be thine the temple of each mind.
With incense sweet our thanks ascend;
Before thy works our powers pall;
Though we should strive years without end,
We could not thank thee for them all.
Our First Lingo Homestead Thanksgiving Day
We celebrated our first Thanksgiving Day at Lingo Homestead with Poppop and Mawmaw. Philip smoked a turkey on his new Big Green Egg grill. It was delicious. We had cranberry sauce and dressing , of course. But we were also able to enjoy collard greens, sweet potatoes, and rutabagas from Tricia Ann's garden.
How richly our Lord has blessed us this year with good land, good friends, and good family.
~Trish
The table is ready...
Care to Come and Visit?
Guests at the Lingo Homestead get to clear underbrush, shovel manure and turn the compost pile. Future guests might have the privilege of digging fence post holes.
More Photos from the HPC Thanksgiving Celebration
Kyle - one hard-working young man, and a good banjo picker, too!
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Rutabagas
For those of you who do not know what a rutabaga is, here are a couple of photos.
This is how it looks when you pull it out of the ground.
We cut the leaves off, peel the rutabaga, then cut it up into pieces (I am told that you can cook the leaves and eat them like collard greens, but we've never tried it.). Then, we boil them with some streak-o-lean, salt, and a pinch of sugar. When they are tender we mash them like sweet potatoes, and there you have it. Delicious!~Tricia Ann
Here they are cooked and ready to eat (not a very good photo, but you can see what it looks like).
Heritage Presbyterian Church Thanksgiving Feast 2006
A couple of weeks ago, our family hosted HPC's annual Thanksgiving Feast. It was a lot of fun. The festivities commenced with our delicious feast, which consisted of turkey, ham, stuffing, sweet potatoes, green bean casserole, apple pie, mint chocolate brownies, pumpkin pie, and lots of other good things.
Then, one of the fathers read us an excerpt from Plymouth Plantation by William Bradford (and very eloquently, I might add). After that the young men and boys played a game of football, while the rest of us watched and chatted. A little later, the men produced all sorts of projectile-launching devices, and the shooting commenced. They shot bows, guns, and potato cannons at targets.
Before it got dark, we ladies and the little ones went for a walk around our pond. The autumn leaves were lovely, and we had a nice time. When darkness fell, we did family worship around the bonfire that one of the men built. Our pastor read the Bible, and then we sang a hymn.
Then, one of the fathers read us an excerpt from Plymouth Plantation by William Bradford (and very eloquently, I might add). After that the young men and boys played a game of football, while the rest of us watched and chatted. A little later, the men produced all sorts of projectile-launching devices, and the shooting commenced. They shot bows, guns, and potato cannons at targets.
Before it got dark, we ladies and the little ones went for a walk around our pond. The autumn leaves were lovely, and we had a nice time. When darkness fell, we did family worship around the bonfire that one of the men built. Our pastor read the Bible, and then we sang a hymn.
For supper, we roasted hot dogs over the fire. After which, the young folks danced the Virginia Reel and the Scottish Polka. Altogether, it was a wonderful day to be remembered. Here are some photos. I confess that I did not take as many as I should have, but I hope you'll enjoy these.
~Tricia Ann
~Tricia Ann
Preparing the turkeys (we cooked 4 total!)
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