Finders Keepers

Winkle and Nap dug and dug, and at last they found a bone. "I saw it first," said Nap. "That bone is mine." "I touched it first. It's mine," said Winkle.

Summary: Two dogs each claim a bone they have found and ask passerby for help deciding ownership.

by William Lipkid and Nicolas Mordvinoff, 1951 Caldecott Medal

Stop a Moment -

Cease Your Work and Look Around

“The happiest moments are those when we forget our precious selves and have…everything else (God, our fellow humans, animals, the garden, and the sky) instead.” ~C.S. Lewis

Using Words Wisely

Joseph's Coat
~author unknown

It was nipping cold for November. Winter had arrived before schedule. "My, this coat feels good!" Joseph gave a little flying leap to express how good it felt. His thin legs seemed to lose themselves upward, his happy face, mounted on a thin little neck, to lose itself downward in the huge new coat.

Mother was happy today, too, as she watched him down the road. "Nobody will look at his back," she thought. "They'll just look at his face, and say, "My that boy's warm, I know!"

But somebody looked at his back. At the junction of the roads, a little way on, the minister's boy and particular friends swung in behind Joseph. They were all warm, too. The minister's boy's coat was new, too, but a different new from Joseph's. It had a fur collar that turned up about his ears, and it was exactly broad enough and long enough.

All at once somebody shouted. It was the minister's boy. "Oh, look! Joseph's coat - Joseph's coat o' many colors! Look there! Look there!"

Suddenly Joseph was no longer warm; a nipping cold struck through to his neck.

"Joseph's coat! Joseph's coat!"

He knew there was something the matter with it, and it must be with the behind of it, for that was all those boys could see. All the leap had come out of Joseph's thin little legs, all the joy out of his heart. He went on because you couldn't get to school without going on. But that was all - just went on. At the schoolhouse he waited around, instinctively facing front to folks, until they had all gone in. Then he took off his "new" coat and looked at the behind. Then he knew.

There was a long straight seam in the middle, and on each side of it the thick cloth had faded to a different shade, a distinctly different shade. Two colors really, one on each side of that long straight seam - a cruel little trick of the sun. Joseph was only eight, but he saw at once why they had called it Joseph's coat of many colors.

The next day Joseph waited behind a wall at the junction of roads until the minister's boy and his friends had come and gone. Then he slipped out and followed them. That helped a little - he tried to think it helped a little. But there were recesses and meetings - of course he might stay inside; you don't have to wear an overcoat when you stay in.

Joseph stayed in. Through the window he could see the minister's boy having a splendid time. The third day he saw something else. He saw the minister's boy in his coat - the multi-colored coat Aunt Caroline had sent - strutting about the yard amid the others' shouts of delight. Some of the others tried it on and strutted. Joseph just sat in his seat and looked at them as tears rolled down his cheeks.

The next day he turned Aunt Caroline's coat inside out and wore it so. He waited till he got nearly to the fork in the road before turning it inside out; he wasn't going to make Mother feel bad, too. She had lined the coat anew with shiny black cotton stuff all of one color. Joseph felt a little better; this would help.

But it only made things worse; The minister's boy and his particular friends instantly saw the ridiculousness of that inside-out little coat. "Look at it! Look at it - inside out!" The joke was just too good!

There was just one other thing to do, and Joseph did it the next day. The place where the roads forked was about halfway from Joseph's home to the schoolhouse; so he went warm halfway the next day. The other half he shivered along, very cold indeed, outside of the Aunt Caroline coat. For he had left Aunt Caroline's coat folded up behind a stone wall. Going home that afternoon, he was warm the last half of his way, anyway. It helped to be half warm.

For a day or two the sun and the wind conspired together to befriend little Joseph. But the fourth day the wind blew and the sun rested. There was snow, too, in fine steely flakes, and Joseph's teeth chattered, and he ran on stiff little legs, and blew on stiff little fingers. He kept looking ahead to the last half of going home. He wished he had pushed the Aunt Caroline coat farther in under the stones out of the way of the snow.

"Joseph Merriam," called the teacher on the day after the snowstorm. She had her roll book and pencil waiting, but she got no answer. It was strange for Joseph Merriam not to answer the roll call; he was one of her little steadies. "Joseph is not here, I see; can anyone tell me if he is sick? He must be sick." "Yes'm, he is. He's got pneumonia dreadfully," someone answered. "There were lights in his house all night, my father said."

For many nights there were lights, and for many mornings the doctor's sleigh. Joseph laid in his bed, saying wild, mixed up words in a weak little voice. "I'm almost to the stone wall; then I'll be warm!"

"Joseph's coat o' many colors - Joseph's coat o' many colors!"

"I don't want Mother to know they laughed; don't anybody tell Mother."

The minister's boy heard of those wild little words, and pieced them together into a story. He remembered who had cried, "Joseph's coat o ' many colors!" tauntingly, cruelly. And now - oh, now he remembered that Joseph had not worn any overcoat at all those last days that he went to school!. No coat. The heart of the minister's boy contracted with an awful fear. He took to haunting Joseph's house in all his free minutes - waiting at the gate for the doctor to come out, and shivering with something besides cold at his brief answers. The answers grew worse and worse.

Going to bed was so difficult for the minister's boy. He lay in his own bed, remembering that other little bed of Joseph's. When remembering was too great a torture, the minister's boy crept out of bed and dressed himself. Out into the clear, cold starlight, down the frozen road, he crept toward Joseph's lighted windows. He was not aware of being cold anywhere but in his soul - he shivered there.

A long time he stood waiting for he knew not what. Then someone came out of the house.It was not the doctor; it was the minister. The boy could not see his face, but you don't have to see your own father's face.They went back down the dim night road together, and together into the ministers study.

"I've killed him,"the boy said. I've killed Joseph. I did it."

The minister's face was curiously lighted in spite of this awful confession of his son. The light persisted.

"Sit down, Philip," he said, for the boy was shaking like a leaf, "Now tell me." All the story piece by piece - the boy told all.

"So it was I - I killed him. I - I didn't expect to -"

Silence for a little while. Then:

"Did you think Joseph was dead, Philip? He came very close indeed to it; but the crisis is past, and he will get well. I waited to know."

"You mean- I - haven't?"

"I mean you haven't, thank God." Philip was overjoyed and full of thanks with the news of Joseph's improved condition.

When, after a long while, the boy was slipping away, the minister called to him gently.

"Come back a moment, Philip."

"Yes, I'm back, Father. I know what you're thinking of. Father, may I - punish myself this time - for making fun of a boy - a little boy? It needs a good deal o' punishin', but I'll do it - please let me do it, Father! Please - please try me, anyway."

And because the minister was a wise minister, he nodded his head.

When little Joseph got well, he wore to school a beautiful warm coat with a soft furry collar that went up - up - around his ears. It was very thick and warm and handsome, and all of a color. Joseph wore it all the way.

The rest of the winter the minister's boy wore to school an Aunt Caroline coat of many colors.

William Shakespeare, one of the greatest writers who ever lived, once wrote, "These words are razors to my wounded heart." This story shows how much words can hurt.

~Everyday Graces by Karen Santorum

The Beehive

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Too Busy?

One reason we are so harried and hurried is that we make yesterday and tomorrow our business, when all that legitimately concerns us is today...There is always time to do the will of God. If we are too busy to do that, we are too busy. ~Elisabeth Elliot

Taken from: Time for God's Will~A Lamp for my Feet

Dress Design Contest

Christa-Taylor is having a design your dream dress contest, see her site for details.

Never Stop Moving

I saw this in an ad for Aleve and thought it was a perfect example of a Polaroid Party photo op.

Once upon a Time

Once upon a time
there was a grown-up
looking for a book
with very short bedtime stories
for a kid who wouldn't go to sleep.
So the grown-up picked up this book
and read this flap
and took the book home
and read it out loud
and they both laughed
and fell fast asleep
fast.
Just like you.
The end.

Once upon a time, the End (asleep in 60 seconds) by Geoffrey Kloske, 2005

A tired father takes only a few sentences to tell a number of classic tales in order to get the persistent listener to fall asleep.

The Country Bunny

~Two who had sweet voices were taught to sing and two more to dance and these amused all the others while they worked so that they were gay and happy. Two others were soon digging in the garden. To two she gave paints and crayons, so they could make pretty pictures for the walls.

The Country Bunny and The Little Gold Shoes by Du Bose Heyward and Marjorie Flack Larsson, 1939.

Key Lime Pie

2- 14 ounce cans sweetened condensed milk
1/2 cup fresh lime juice
1/2 teaspoon grated lime peel
Sweetened whipped cream

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Mix sweetened condensed milk, lime juice and lime peel together until well blended. Pour into graham cracker crust. Bake for 5 minutes. Refrigerate 2 hours. Serve with sweetened whipped cream.

Graham Cracker Crust
1 1/2 cups finely ground graham cracker crumbs
1/3 cup white sugar
6 tablespoons melted butter

Mix graham cracker crumbs, sugar and melted butter until well blended. Press mixture into an 8 or 9 inch pie plate. Bake at 375 for 7 minutes.

Young Peacemakers

12 Key Principles:

Conflict is a slippery slope.
Conflict starts in the heart.
Choices have consequences.
Wise-way choices are better than my-way choices.
The blame game makes conflict worse.
Conflict is an opportunity.
The Five A's can resolve conflict.

Admit what you did wrong.
Apologize for how your choice affected the other person.
Accept the consequences.
Ask for forgiveness.
Alter your choice in the future.

Forgiveness is a choice.
It is never too late to start doing what's right.
Think before you speak.
Respectful communication is more likely to be heard.
A respectful appeal can prevent conflict.

Four promises of Forgiveness:

I promise I will think good thoughts about you and do good for you.
I promise I will not bring up this situation and use it against you.
I promise I will not talk to others about what you did.
I promise I will be friends with you again.

And for the youngest peacemaker:

Good thought
Hurt you not
Gossip never
Friends forever

~The Young Peacemaker

Old Favorite

From the Intro:

Did you know that at the same time of the Spanish Armada, Shakespeare was living in England and the first water closet was used? Before your very eyes the vast panorama of human experience will unfold...hundreds of important events, facts and dates in the history of mankind are included...

Designed by Christos Kondeatis

We have enjoyed this book for about 15 years and it is amazing how it has held up. I also like it because you can turn the pages like a book or unfold it to see the whole chart. The cut off date in history is 1990...closes up nicely to store.