Saturday, November 04, 2006

Little Kids and Husbands gone today

Church at Mt. Olive today, we celebrated All Saints' Day with the text from Rev. 7. The little kids were all gone today (also the husbands-more on that below), so we had Confirmation class. Home at about a quarter to 12. Then, another Confirmation class at 1:30.

In the late afternoon I did some more hymn and sermon prep for the coming church year. I'll try to explain what I do and how I do it. Perhaps some of you might have a helpful suggestion for improvement.

After supper we had a visit from Dean and Naomi. They brought Clancy with them. Dean's going to save the sinew from his deer for me. I can use that in my bow construction project. He seemed kind of excited about it too. If it works out, I might teach a short course on tillering a self-made bow to the kids next fall at the Clearwater Shootout. I wonder what other things they might find interesting. Flintknapping would be cool, arrow manufacture, maybe even building fires with a bow and drill. We'll see.

Deer hunting started in our zone this morning. That's why the husbands were gone from Church. We have our kids all stay inside during deer season. They've got their "forts" out in the CRP and in other locations in this quarter section. Unfortunately, they don't have the wisdom yet to not go out there during rifle season. So, we tend to keep them penned up in the house. We feel a bit safer that way.

The first year we lived up here Mary went out for her morning walk and heard a few gunshots. Then she saw some orange coated men walking through the CRP. She realized then that she had her tan overcoat on. Not a fashionable color when everyone else is wearing blaze orange. So that week she borrowed someone else's blaze orange. Now she has some of her own.
This photo is from last year. Pr. Stafford was given a blaze orange stole to use during the holy days of deer hunting season. Gathered around him are all the devoted hunters, dressed appropriately for these two special weekends. The photo was taken at the church at Ebro Corner.

This year these men gathered again at Ebro for their special deer season festival service. Again, Pr. Stafford wore the blaze orange stole.

My congregation at Nazareth hosts a Hunters' dinner on the first weekend of deer season. I think I mentioned the Bear Hunt party that some of my members have when Bear season opens. Yes, hunting seasons are a big deal up here. We have "huge tracts of land" inhabited by large game.

One guy was bowhunting deer earlier this fall only to have a black bear attack his deer stand. The bear would charge the stand and ram into it. The man didn't have a pistol or rifle with him. Pretty scary. But that's what getting back to nature is all about.

Speaking of getting back to nature, do any of you remember Euell Gibbons? "Ever eat a pine tree? Many parts are edible" for that Grape-Nuts ad? Mr Gibbons was the back to nature spokesman of the 60s and 70s. He died in 1975 of a heart attack probably due to excessive inhalation of tobacco smoke.

Incidentally, white americans are blamed for plaguing the world with the smoking habit, so here's a bit of history from

"Between 470 and 630 A.D. the Mayas began to scatter, some moving as far as the Mississippi Valley. The Toltecs, who created the mighty Aztec Empire, borrowed the smoking custom from the Mayas who remained behind. Two castes of smokers emerged among them. Those in the Court of Montezuma, who mingled tobacco with the resin of other leaves and smoked pipes with great ceremony after their evening meal; and the lesser Indians, who rolled tobacco leaves together to form a crude cigar. The Mayas who settled in the Mississippi Valley spread their custom to the neighboring tribes. The latter adapted tobacco smoking to their own religion, believing that their god, the almighty Manitou, revealed himself in the rising smoke. And, as in Central America, a complex system of religious and political rites was developed around tobacco."
Today the political and religious rites and regulations are even more complex. Perhaps this is the real Montezuma's Revenge? It's ironic, anyway.