Welcome to the Kazette! I haven't written anything here in a while, but I plan to write a little bit more than I used to. I am excited about this month's edition of the paper. I have so much more to catch up on.
News
Move to Oklahoma
Our beloved editor has moved to Oklahoma to work for Voice of the Martys. We miss him very much, but he is working hard, and has moved up from being a volunteer, to being the Lead Archivist. We here at the Kazette are happy for him. He is just euphoric about his new work. He has been gone for a year, and it doing quite nicely in his new house. He was given a car, too! He loves his car, but wants to come to visit us someday. We recently got to visit him when the girls were gone (See below). They are gong to visit him in March.
As the update on the family, everything here still says that I am 11, and Sam is 9. The update is that Caeley is 11 (Almost 12), Sam is 10, and I am 13. I don't think any other members of the family will want there ages put up on the Internet, so I won't bother.
Carmella and Tiffany went on trips out of the State
Carmella went to China to work with Chinese Orphan children, and spent the month of July in two different cities in Henan province, making friends, and having fun. Whenever people come over to visit, we have a picture session where Carmella gets her laptop out, connects it to the TV, and plays videos and shows pictures to everyone. She tells stories of her 'kids', and how adorable they are. She misses them, and prays that she will see them again someday. She volunteered with Bring Me Hope.
Tiffany went to Tennessee to work on a magazine, spending the month of July with many little adopted African children, and many families. When she thinks of important people in her life, she decides to send a copy of the magazine she helped make to that family. She shows people the pictures that she was in, and shows people the front cover, which she took the picture for. She also shows us where our mother's entries have made it into the edition. She worked with Above Rubies.
Changes at Home
Caeley has been doing the same old things. She has been playing with the neighbor children, playing, watching the TV, and just being a kid. She got to go see David in July, and will tell you about his house, and how nice it was. She likes to tell people about going to see 'Woolaroc', the city's nature park, that was begun by Frank Phillips (The owner of the Phillips Petroleum Company).
Samuel, well, Sammy is Sammy. He hasn't changed a bit since before. He still LOVES dirt, and getting messy. He doesn't play with the neighbor children as much, but goes to play from time to time. He also got to go to Oklahoma, and will boast about the tree in David's front lawn. Sam climbed it a few times. Wait, make that 1,23448 times.
Dad has been moved to another section of his job. He is working a lot harder, getting the same pay, and the same amount of hours a week. He used to get up around 5 AM, but now has to get up at 6 AM. He likes his old schedule, though, and wants to get back to the old one. He also got to go to Oklahoma, and likes to tell people about what the Voice of the Martys HQ looks like, and to tell others about what his son has been doing.
Mom has been cooking up a storm. She has so much Zucchini, that it is coming out if hers ears!
She has so much Zucchini bread in the freezer, that we will be eating it all winter, and have a LOT left over. She got to go to Oklahoma to see David, and tells about what is car looked like (Not what kind of car it is. She cares about the color. White.). She also tells everyone about the tea she drank there. She liked the tea, but declared that the restaurant to be too pricey with the sandwiches.
I have been doing the same old thing, too. Except, I am now learning a new language. It is called Irish. I annoy my family by using it every day. I got to see Oklahoma, and tell people about the drive over there, and the thunderstorms that shook the sky. The landscaping was amazing. You could see for miles. No hill was in sight. I could tell when we got to Oklahoma. The ground got flat once we hit the 'Welcome to Oklahoma' sign.
Well, that's all for now. My fingers are getting a little tired.
Thanks for reading the Kazette! Come back next month!
Humor
A man walked into a resturant. He walked up to the counter and waited for a clerk to come up.
‘How may I help you?’ The clerk asked.
‘I am here to see if you will give me a free pop. I am very thirsty, and if I can touch my left eye to my back spine, will you give me that drink?’ The man replied.
The clerk thought that that would be imposible, no one can do that. So he agreed.
The man pulled out his left GLASS eye, and put it on his spine. ‘There you go! You owe me one drink!’ The man cried victoriousley.
‘How?’ The clerk wondered. ‘Now you have to put your right elbow onto your tounge.’
‘Okay.’ The man replied happily. He then took off his fake arm, and put it to his tounge. He won the free pop.
Memorial
The Kazette is sad to announce that a Rev. Franklin Hepworth has died. He died August 11 2008 at the age of 91. You may watch a video of his graveside cerimony below.
I am sorry it was announced a year too late. He has been gone for a year.
For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor power, nor things present, nor things to come,
Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of god, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Romans 8:38 and 39
Recipe of the Month
Soft Rolls
1/2 cup margarine
1 cup water
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup sugar
2 eggs
1 package dry yeast
4 - 4 1/2 cups flour
Melt 1/2 cup margarine in 1 cup boiling water. Add 1 teaspoon salt and 1/2 cup sugar. Beat 2 eggs well. Add to the water. Add 1 package dry yeast. (Mom usually waits until the yeast starts to bubble before adding the flour.) Generally 4 to 4 1/2 cups of flour are needed. The dough is fairly stiff, but definitely not dry.
Let the dough rise, then stir it down with a spoon. Leave it to rise a second time. Stir down again. After it’s been left to rise a third time, put the covered bowl in the fridge. Do not stir down the third time. The dough works nicely if it’s allowed to rise all one day; put in the fridge overnight, then roll and cut them the next morning.
Fold the "buns" in half and butter, then bake at 325º until brown.
Northern Informer
A few months ago the Northern Informer learned a lessn from a little bird. For the last few weeks I had been hearing the loud bursts of song that told me that without a doubt we had a little wren somewhere close by. Now, a wren is a little tiny bird only about 4 to 5 inches long and plain brown, so you will likely hear it long before you see it. I had been looking for a week with no success.
Until one day, when it was singing it's heart out on top of a little birdhouse by our clothesline. I was excited, hoping that this perky little bird might build a nest in the house, and sure enough, the little bird popped into the house. I decided that I would wait a moment longer to see if there where little chicks inside, when I saw puffs of dust floating around the house.
For the next few minutes, I saw the bird ducking in and out of the house, each time with a beakful of old, brown grass. It would then burst into song and get back to working. Apparently the former "tenants" were not very tidy and this little bird was working hard at dusting, all the while singing as it worked.
This little demonstration made me think how I should also "sing and make melody in my heart to the Lord" no matter what the work. I thanked God for this little lesson from a little bird, picked up my hoe and went to do battle with the weeds in the vegetable garden.
Until next time, The Northern Informer
Poem of the Month
Tied Down
"They tie you down," a woman said, whose cheeks should have been flaming red, with shame to speak of children so.
"When babies come you cannot go in search of pleasure with your friends, And all your happy wandering ends.
The things you like, you cannot do for babies make a slave of you."
I looked at her and said, "Tis true that children make a slave of you, and tie you down with many a knot, But have you ever thought of what it is of happiness and pride that little babies have you tied?
Do you not miss the greater joys that come with little girls and boys?
They tie you down to laughter rare, to hours of smiles and hours of care, to nights of watching and to fears--
Sometimes they tie you down to tears, and then repay you with a smile that makes your troubles all worth while.
They tie you fast to chubby feet, and cheeks of pink and kisses sweet.
They fasten you with chords of love to God divine who reigns above, they tie you whereso'er you roam unto the little place called home.
And over sea or railroad track they tug at you and bring you back.
The happiest people in the town are those that babies have tied down.
Oh, go your selfish way and free, but hampered I would rather be, yes, rather than a kingly crown I would be what you term 'tied down.'
Tied to dancing eyes and charms, held fast by chubby dimpled arms, The fettered slave of girl and boy and win from them earth's finest joy."
Edgar A. Guest 1881-1959
by Katren Hepworth
