Monday, May 26, 2014
People all over America eat honey everyday, and some of them have no idea where it comes from? My father was a bee keeper and I learned a few bee secrets from him.
If you are one of those who think honey comes from bees, you’re correct!
In fact, it is bees that make honey, and they get their supplies from flowers, in the form of nectar.
According to my father Nectar is like a sweet juice. When a bee finds nectar, it does a special dance to tell the other bees where the nectar is.
Once the bees digest the nectar, they convert it into honey, and then store it in the honeycombs of the hive.
The bees move their wings very fast and the draft helps the honey to become thicker. Finally, the honeycombs are sealed with wax. When many bees do this, together they can produce a lot of honey.
At this point of honey making it was time for the bee keeper to come along and collect the extra honey. this was the fun part for dad and myself .
Our defense against the bees becoming angry and not wanting to give up their honey peacefully was a hooded Vail , some thick heavy clothing , a pair of leather gloves, a smoker that we filled with ole rags.
Setting them on fire and slowly giving a squeeze on the bellow every now and then to push the smoke out from the smoker into the hive where the bees were guarding their honey.
Bees don't like smoke so they are willing to vacate the hive and share their honey with you, of which we were most gracious.
If you have ever had a fresh home made biscuit with a dip of honey and some fresh cow butter on it, you probably know what I'm about to tell you.
It is very good eating to say the least .
In the Bible John the Baptist loved honey in fact the Bible says he actually lived on it for part of his diet.
And the same John had his raiment of camel's hair, and a leathern girdle about his loins; and his meat was locusts and wild honey. Matthew 3:4
Hope you enjoyed our lesson in Honey making today, Bee's really work hard to make honey.
Its been said to make a pound of honey Bee's must collect nectar from two million flowers and fly more than 55,000 miles. "No wonder it taste so good."
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Many of you will be celebrating Memorial Day this week end with your family and friends, some parts of our country its still called "Decoration Day" and celebrated as an all day religious service, with dinner on the ground.
Which day you choose to call it, or how you choose to celebrate it will be fine I'm sure..
Memorial Day for most everyone is a day we sit aside in remembrance to our loved ones.
Usually going to the cemetery and placing flowers and flags on the grave, maybe offering a prayer and doing some reminiscing of the time our loved one's spent with us and the fond memories they left behind.
Life is a precious gift , and most of us never realize just how precious it is until our love ones are gone,and we can't be with with them anymore we know we can't bring them back, to be with us, but we can go to be with them the scriptures say.
2nd Samuel 12-23 King David talked about this when his son died.
But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast? can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.
As you remember your loved one's this Memorial Day be blessed of the Lord.
Enjoy your cook outs; and the time that you share with your family and friends; take lots of pictures, share some of them with your Facebook family aye. and remember life is precious use it wisely.
HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY "EVERYONE ! "
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
In Laurel Co. Kentucky life has certainly changed since the 1930's & 1950's as I look back at those years, I'm amazed just how much they have changed. here's a glimpse of the way it used to be for our family.
Daddy and Momma and us 10 children raised the garden
and canned what food was needed for the winter months, if we didn't work during the summer months, we didn't eat, come winter.
When the tobacco crop was raised and sold, there was some money for Daddy to buy, a few necessities such as flour, sugar, coffee, and store bought clothes for the family.
For our corn meal, we had a corn shelling on Friday night, the shelled corn needed to be ready for grinding on Saturday morning, once ground it provided us with corn bread for a couple of weeks.
Our family lived in a modest home, there were five rooms on the lower level and two up stairs.
We had a good well behind our house, and a path to the out house, that path was long on a cold night with out a light to see by. "Young people today don't know what they missed."
It was exciting when we got our first radio, a battery powered one, we could listen to Lowell Thomas on the 6 o'clock news, and get the Grand Ole Opery on Saturday nights.
Then came electricity, used mostly for lights at this time, this was a great improvement over the old oil lamps.
Momma used an old wash board to do our laundry, what a back breaking job that was, after she finished washing the clothes, she would carry them to the back of the house and hang them on our cloths line to dry.
Daddy always had a cow or two, for our milk and butter, chickens for meat and eggs, hogs for meat and lard.
Farm life was hard work, not much time for play, when supper was over and the dishes were washed, we would rest for awhile and listen to some story telling.
When it got dark we went to bed,no sitting up late as we do today, when the roster began his crowing the next morning that meant it was time to wake up and fire up the ole wood stove, for Momma so she could cook breakfast, and we could began doing our chores.
I am thankful I was reared in those days it instilled in me an appreciation for the simple things in life. and a better understanding of what family life was like when it was less complicated.
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
My mother had a unique gift of telling stories. She could tell them in such a way that they seem to come alive, while you were listening to them.
She is now in heaven and if my heart tells me correctly, she is telling the little children up there, the same story's she told us while she was here.
Most likely shes still using her wonderful talent, the Lord gave her to use for his glory.
When I excepted Christ into my heart, this favorite song of hers, reminds me of her story telling, when I hear it.
I love to tell the story,
’Twill be my theme in glory
To tell the old, old story
of Jesus and His love.
Many years have passed since she left us, and her children have long gone their way, but the stories still remain in our hearts, as though she were telling them afresh today.
Mother I hope you know what your life and stories meant to us. Thank you Lord for giving us such a wonderful Mother.
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY MOTHER! AND TO ALL THE OTHER MOMS IN OUR GREAT COUNTRY. ESPECIALLY TO THOSE OF YOU WHO ARE READING THIS MEDITATION TODAY. HAVE A WONDERFUL AND BLESSED DAY.