Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Granny's Pantry #50 Turkey Home?

She's feeling much better, but she walks with a limp.
She's been released to the wild.  But...
It doesn't look like she wants to leave the comforts of the farm at High Rock.
There is food...

and there are friends...
In 1972, researchers began a turkey reintroduction project in Massachusetts. Ten years later, the researchers found that, " The turkeys that figured out how to thrive in tandem with human activity were dramatically more likely to survive tough winters than those who stuck to the woods" (Y. Appelbaum,  The Atlantic, 11/25/2015).
I think the High Rock turkey read the article. I think she may have found a new home.
In My Father's house are many dwelling places;
if it were not so, I would have told you;
for I go to prepare a place for you.
(John 14:2)







Sunday, May 27, 2018

Granny's Pantry #49 Turkey Hunt?

According to realtree.com, "the traditional way to hunt spring turkeys is with a shotgun and because of that, many serious turkey hunters have a dedicated "turkey gun.." 
At least that's what most folks think of when they think of a turkey hunt.

According to outdoorlife.com, "Sometimes turkey hunting is like magic..."
Just like this story.
Once upon a time, during turkey season, there was a turkey lady with a hurt foot. A brave hunter came along who was fair and had a soft heart. He and his lovely daughter rescued the turkey lady with the hurt foot. Not wanting to sidestep any regulations of the kingdom concerning hurt turkeys, they called the wildlife office. But alas, the turkey failed to qualify for turkey rehabilitation, and so the brave hunter took matters into his own hands.     
Not wanting the turkey lady to become coyote dessert, the hunter took the turkey lady to High Rock and checked her into a turkey hotel for rest and recouperation. 
But the story gets better. One day the hunter discovered the turkey lady had laid 2 large turkey sized eggs. And then, while walking in the yard of High Rock, the hunter found another large egg lying on the ground....this time a peacock egg. 
And so he slipped the peacock egg underneath the turkey along with her own eggs. And there she sits today...waiting for her diverse family to hatch. 
Will this be another Ugly Duckling-like happy ending?   Stay tuned.

Update:  We have baby turkeys...6-8 (not sure of exact count yet). Don't think the peacock egg hatched. The pics are not good, as she is a vigilant mother! Look closely at the red arrows.


But a Samaritan, as he journeyed, came to where he was, 
and when he saw him,
he had compassion.
(Luke 10:33)

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Granny's Pantry #48 Spring at High Rock 2018

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn. [H. Borland]
And so it is true of High Rock.

Let us know; let us press on to know the Lord; his going out is sure as the dawn; he will come to us as the showers, as the spring rains that water the earth.” (Hosea 6:3)

Sunday, March 25, 2018

Carolina Waves














God is our refuge and strength,

  a very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear though the earth gives way,
  though the mountains be moved into the heart of the sea,
 though its waters roar and foam,
  though the mountains tremble at its swelling. (Psa. 46:1-3)














O Lord God of hosts,

    who is mighty as you are, O Lord,
    with your faithfulness all around you?
You rule the raging of the sea;
    when its waves rise, you still them. (Psa. 89:8-9)
How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
    How vast is the sum of them!
If I would count them, they are more than the sand.
    I awake, and I am still with you. (Psa. 139: 17-18)

Your way was through the sea,
    your path through the great waters;
 yet your footprints were unseen. (Psa. 77:19)
   

Mightier than the thunders of many waters,
    mightier than the waves of the sea, 
 the Lord on high is mighty!
(Psa. 93:4)



[Carolina Beach FBC Women's Retreat, 2018--ESV]

Friday, February 9, 2018

Granny's Pantry # 47 Life at High Rock in 1941

A letter from Freda Cole to her daughter, nicknamed Biddie, on May 15, 2941. Freda (Granny Cole) was at High Rock and Biddie was at Pfeiffer College. 
A small window into life at High Rock in 1941.
                                                           Thursday Morn.
Dearest Biddie1,

       






Just a few lines this morning, we are so rushed, The roomers have gone for good2 and we are trying to get the house back to normal. Ruth3 says she has no bee material here, its all stored at Odell,4 so sorry. Dady said he would like for you to come home but since you hafto go back Sat, perhaps you better stay,5 you know it wont be long any more. Any way we haven’t anything good to eat yet  The strawberries all went to grass last summer but Brooks6 is starting some new  I will  have plenty of fried chickens by the time you come home. We will come to see you as soon as possible and I will send you some money soon. I haven’t got to buy my chix7 yet, put my money all in bed, springs etc. ha
       Be real sweet and Ruth and I will try and have the house cleaned when you come
       Love & kisses
                    Freda8                  
1Martha Virginia—Freda Cole’s youngest child
2Not sure why Freda and Albert took in boarders in the early 40's---maybe related to persons who guarded the High Rock Dam, as Albert did, or possibly railroad workers maybe for income—Freda was very industrious
3Ruth Elizabeth Cole—Freda and Albert’s oldest child
4The place in NC where Ruth had her first teaching job
5“Biddie” is in college at Pfeiffer Jr. College, Meisenheimer, NC (about 15 miles from High Rock)
6Albert Brooks—Freda and Albert’s middle child
7Baby chickens
8Freda Mae Morgan Cole (Granny Cole)—married to Albert Milton Cole (Granddaddy Cole) of High Rock
Let your speech always be gracious, seasoned with salt, 
so that you may know how you ought to answer each person.
(Colossians 4:6)

Saturday, February 3, 2018

Winter White


I'm stuck in colder weather...maybe tomorrow will better 
[Zac Brown et al]

Home
Old Kitchen
snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
in the bleak midwinter, long ago
[C. Rossetti]
Necessary
The Pit
 Smokehouse
  The very fact of snow is such an amazement. [R. Ebert]     
"Come now let us reason together, says the LORD; though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson,
they shall become like wool."

[Isaiah 1:18]


Sunday, December 10, 2017

Granny's Pantry # 46: Christmas Train--2017

We've been passing the gates of the Denton Farm Park for weeks taking care of business at High Rock. And the anticipation was building...even including the night we were stranded in the  parking lot of the Park and got to meet Brown Loflin, the founder, who stopped to see if we needed help, while we waited for AAA.
Truth is...the Denton Farm Park Country Christmas Train is the most fun some of us have all Christmas season! (Just saying!)  

And finally, it's time! Country Christmas 2017! Tickets bought,waiting "Dickens early" outside of the gates as family gathers, and ...! [Mike missing-gone to Ukraine to pick up V]
We have this thing down to a science...
1. Gingerbread cookies and apple jacks first while we  
2. Wait for the old HPT&D Christmas train to arrive--all decked out with lights and sound! 
3. Savor the train ride, complete with a stop to see the Christmas story  
4. Supper in the Craft Barn  
5. Quick side trip to browse the crafts and find a new ornament  
6. A stroll down the village street to the Country Store 
7. Stop by the Petting Zoo
8. Listen to the story and singing at the Church---best part of all---"Beautiful Star" like you've never heard it before!  
9. Peek into the Bobby Myers Racing Shop
10. Catch the trolley to the Reid Plantation for a welcome visit with relatives and meeting a new author 
11. Stop in to check on the cotton candy and anything else we missed....and then
12. Goodbye---see you next year (if not before!)  
The Denton Farm Park Country Christmas Train...the only thing around better than summer!

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.
(Romans 15:13)
Merry Christmas!