Monthly Archives: July 2008

Annie Johnson Flint

Since I’ve been laid up, I’ve had plenty of time to think.  Naturally, I’ve thought a lot about people who have to spend the rest of their lives depending on others.  Since being dependent is something I can just barely stand, I have a great deal of respect and admiration for those who God has given that type of affliction to live with.  People like Joni Eareckson Tada, for example.  One person I’ve thought a lot about is Annie Johnson Flint, a godly Christian woman who was afflicted at the age of 19 with severe arthritis.  She lived in great pain for most of her life.  For years, she has been one of my favorite historical figures because of her beautiful poetry.  I am an aspriring, though somewhat inept, poet myself, and I love to read poetry.  Hers has been a delight to me for many years. Now that I’m dealing with pain and inconvenience, I feel that I can truly sympathize with her, though my pain is only temporary.  I thought then it might be appropriate to share one of my favorite of her poems.  It’s very easy to see why she could live through years and years of weariness and pain when you read this poem.

My Wings

“I cannot walk, but I can fly;”
No roof can house me from the stars,
No dwelling pen me in its bounds,
Nor keep me fast with locks and bars;
No narrow room my thoughts can cage,
No fetters hold my roving mind;
From these four walls that shut me in
My soaring soul a way can find.

With books and pictures at my side
All lands, all ages, are my own;
I dwell among the master minds,
The best and greatest earth has known;
I flee to strange and storied scenes
Of long ago and far away,
And roam where saints and heroes trod
In Time’s forgotten Yesterday.

With every wandering butterfly
Or singing bird on vagrant wing
My fancy takes the airy trail,
And, follows it, adventuring,
Till higher than their highest flight,
Where cloud-ships drift and star-beams shine,
I rise on tireless pinions fleet,
And all the realms of space are mine.

From out the paling sunset skies
On Twilight’s Angels comes to me
On dusky wings to bear me swift
To shadowy haunts of Memory
Where, ‘mid the gardens and the graves,
I wander, smiling through my tears,
With all the dear and deathless dead,
The loved and lost of vanished years.

And, when the long, long day is done,
I clasp the dearest Book of all
And through the dim, sweet silences
I hear my Father’s accents fall;
Then, though in chains, yet am I free.
Beyond the pressure of my care,
Above Earth’s night, my spirit mounts
On eagle wings of faith and prayer.

Annie Johnson Flint

Movie Experiment

Since I’ve been laid up with surgery, I’ve had a lot of time on my hands.  I’ve done a lot of reading, recorder practice, training my cockatiel and some computer work.  One thing I did was to experiement a little bit with the movie maker on our computer.  Click here to see.

Little Imp

I often call my parakeet “Little Imp” with good reason.  That’s exactly what she is - impish.  That’s also probably what makes her so much fun.

 Since I bought Johann three months ago, poor little Pixie has suffered from bouts of jealousy, so much so that we had to move her downstairs so I could interact with her without being distracted by the cockatiel.  It’s worked.  She’s no longer sulking.  An added benefit is that she gets to see more people than myself, and she’s really getting along well with my sister, Emily.

Last week, Emily was helping me clean her cage (actually Emily was cleaning the cage while I directed since I am still unable to walk).  While we did that, I took several movie clips of Pixie chattering away.  Click here to see them.

Johann

These past few weeks have been delightful as I’ve gotten to know my new baby cockatiel, Johann.  He’s turned from a shy, awkward baby into an absolute cuddlebug.  He can’t wait to get out of his cage and snuggle with me each morning. When I’m at the computer typing, he tries to stick his head under my fingers so I can pet him.  And he’s starting to whistle, so I need to begin thinking about what I can teach him.

 Since I’ve been laid up from my ankle surgery, I’ve had a lot of time on my hands.  Last week as I was convalescing from the surgery itself (the pain killers made me a little sick) I took most of the photos and movie clips of Johann and stitched them together into a movie. Click here to see it.

(Just as a note, I made a few errors the last time I posted videos on this blog and they weren’t working.  That has since been corrected and they should play now.)

Poetry

I am currently convalescing from ankle reconstruction surgery.  About a week after the surgery, I was surprised by a package at the door.  Inside was a beautifully bound volume of poetry that my grandmother sent me to read while I recover.  It’s called The Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts.

 Isaac Watts is a very important Christian historical figure.  Without him, we might not be singing hymns in church today.  Until he arrived upon the scene, the Protestant church sang Psalms exclusively, and the Anglican Church forbade its members to freely compose hymns.  Mr. Watts was the instrument of change. 

Isaac Watts was of Nonconformist stock.  His father was thrown in jail when Isaac was a small boy for not conforming to Anglican worship.  When not in prison, Isaac’s father taught him and other students in his home.  In his childhood, Isaac Watts mastered Greek, Hebrew, and French.  His poetic gifts manifested themselves at an early age, and as he thought of them, he would write his poems down.  When he was seven years old, he showed some of his work to his mother, who immediately wondered if her son had written them.  Isaac Watts convinced his mother by sitting down and writing two verses, expressing his faith in God right then and there.

I am a vile polluted lump of earth;
So I’ve continued ever since my birth;
Although Jehovah grace does daily give me,
As sur this monster Satan will deceive me.
Come, therefore, Lord, from Satan’s claws relieve me.

Wash me in Thy blood, O Christ,
And grace divine impart;
Then search and try the corners of my heart,
That I in all things may be fit to do
Service to Thee, and sing Thy praises too.

Perhaps his mother may have doubted even then that Isaac wrote these lines - after all he could have easily copied this from memory - but there is something pretty distinctive about this poem that undoubtedly reveals it as his.  Can you guess what it is? (Clue - look at the first word of each line.)

One day when Isaac Watts was about fifteen, he came home from church and complained about the awful singing he heard there.  His father immediately challenged him to give them something better.  Later that day Isaac wrote these lines,

Behold the glories of the Lamb
Amidst His Father’s throne;
Prepare new honors for His name,
And songs before unknown.

The church sang them that night and a musical revolution was born.  In 1707, Isaac Watts published the first edition of Hymns and Spiritual Songs, which allowed other churches other than his own to sing the hymns he wrote.  Mr. Watts’ reason for writing hymns was simple.  He loved singing the Psalms, but because the Psalms were written before the birth of Christ, there is no reference to Jesus by name.  Mr. Watts objected to exclusively singing praise that never used the name of the Savior.  Many times he would take the majestic themes found in the Psalms and translate them into hymns.  For example, in Psalm 72, the writer says of Solomon’s kingdom, They shall fear thee as long as the sun and moon endure, throughout all generations.  He shall come down like rain upon the mown grass: as showers that water the earth.  In his days shall the righteous flourish; and abundance of peace so long as the moon endureth.   Psalm 72:6-8  Isaac Watts took this and wrote of Jesus’ Kingdom,

Jesus shall reign where’er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
 

I have sung Isaac Watts’ hymns since I was very young, and since I have a love for old poetry - especially Christian poetry - I was absolutely delighted when I first opened The Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts.  It contains an entire Psalter and every hymn that he wrote - a total of over 700 poems.  The Psalter is especially interesting.  Sometimes he would versify the Psalms multiple times in different meters, so the congregations could sing them to different tunes.  Long Psalms such as Psalm 119 and 104 are broken down into bite sized chunks with each chunk consisting of four or five verses.  Sometimes these are repeated several times in different meters.  Each one has its own uniqueness, giving a slightly different perspective on the original Psalm. 

One of my favorite Psalms is Psalm 19, because it talks first about how God reveals Himself in creation, and then how He reveals Himself in His word - two very favorite themes of mine. I was surprised to see that Mr. Watts versified this one four times, twice in small meter, once in long meter, and the last in something completely different.  Maybe He liked this one too. ;-)  Here is one of them.

Great God, the heav’ns well-order’d frame
Declared the glories of Thy name:
There Thy rich works of wonder shine;
A thousand starry beauties there,
A thousand radiant marks appear
Of boundless power and skill divine.

From night to day, from day to night,
The dawning and the dying light
Lectures of heav’nly wisdom read;
With silent eloquence they raise
Our thoughts to our Creator’s praise,
And neither sound nor language need.

Yet there divine instructions run
Far as the journeys of the sun,
And ev’ry nation knows their voice:
The sun, like some young bridegroom dress’d,
Breaks from the chambers of the east,
Rolls round, and makes the earth rejoice.

Where’er he spreads his beams abroad,
He smiles and speaks his Maker God;
All nature joins to show Thy praise:
Thus God in ev’ry creature shines;
Fair is the book of nature’s lines,
But fairer is Thy book of grace.

I love the volumes of Thy word;
What light and joy those leaves afford
To souls benighted and distress’d!
Thy precepts guide my doubtful way,
Thy fear forbids my feet to stray,
Thy promise leads my heart to rest.

From the discov’ries of Thy law,
The perfect rules of life I draw;
These are my study and delight:
Not honey so invites the taste,
Nor gold that hath the furnace past
Appears so pleasing to the sight.

Thy threat’nings wake my slumb’ring eyes,
And warn me where my danger lies;
But ’tis thy blessed gospel, Lord,
That makes my guiltly conscience clean,
Converts my soul, subdues my sin,
And gives a free, but large reward.

Who knows the errors of his thoughts?
My God, forgive my secret faults,
And from presumptuous sins restrain:
Accept my poor attempts of praise
That I have read Thy book of grace,
And book of nature, not in vain.

Thank you, Grandma, for giving me such a wonderful book!  I am really going to enjoy it.

A Different Perspective

Over the next month, I will be seeing the world from a different perspective since I am allowed to bear no weight on my right foot.  On July 10th, my foot met up with a surgeon who set a titanium screw into my outer ankle bone and then sutured my stretched ligament to it.  Yesterday, my parents and I had the privilege of seeing the actual incision. which was larger than we had expected.  My mother said it is enough to keep me in stitches for a while.  Thanks to my Dad for taking such good care of me.

AKC Dog Show

Recently we attended an American Kennel Club Dog Show, something we haven’t done for several years.  My parents wanted to take our family out on a family outing before my surgery, while I could still walk.  The dog show was always a fun event for me when I was a little girl, and I was excited to see one again with all of my little sisters who hadn’t ever been to one.

I can’t remember the last time I saw so many dogs and I had a hard time trying to decide which ones to photograph.  As it was, I had nearly 200 photos by the time we left.  The following consist of the very best, but you’ll have to excuse the quality.  I was trying to shoot without a flash for most of the trip and the lighting wasn’t as nice as I would’ve liked it, so some of the pictures are a bit fuzzy.

One of the first breeds we watched were the Labrador Retrievers.  My brother, Matthew, loves Labs, which are considered to be among the most popular breeds of dog in the world (and certainly the most popular in Texas!).  This boy, pictured here, is showing a dog that he bred and trained.  Her name is Melody and she is only 14 months old.  After being shown, Melody met my family and we enjoyed petting her and talking with her owner about Labs.

This is a Border Collie, one of my favorite breeds.  They are widely considered to be the most intelligent dog breed in the world.

This is an Open Senior Class.  Since these are all from different groups of dogs (mostly from Working and Sporting), I assume that they are being judged according to their relevant breed standards with the dog winning that most closely conforms to its own breed standard.  From left to right, the breeds are: Akita, Pointer, and Golden Retriever.

More from the same class.  Left to right: Dalmatian, Greyhound, and Australian Shepherd.

These are Pointers, used for hunting birds in sport.  In the old days, gentlemen farmers would have kennels of these dogs that were trained to aid them in the field.

Here is a favorite breed of mine - the Australian Shepherd.  When I was a little girl, our neighbors across the street had a beautiful Aussie named Boomer because he had a boomerang shaped marking on his back.  This was back in the days before fencing dogs was mandatory, so he would quite often come over and play with us.   He was my mother’s companion whenever it stormed because he was terrified of thunder.  They’d meet on our front porch where my mother would calm him down.  My mother loves dogs.  Her dream would be to own a Canine Plantation.

I guess there’s just something about a Beagle.  Probably that something is why my sister, Kathy, is so crazy about them.  She keeps telling me that when she’s an old lady, she’ll be an old lady with a beagle.  Beagles are shown in two sizes: 13 inch and 15 inch.  Here is an adorable 13 inch being shown by a young girl of about 13.  The judge for the beagles was superior.

Here is a specimen of the majestic Mastiff, the heaviest breed of dog in the world.  Despite their huge size and reputation as a formidable guard dog, Mastiffs are gentle and docile with members of their families, including small children.  Really, the only thing you would need to worry about is where would you get enough food to feed a dog this size!

Mom calls these dogs caterpillars.  Actually, they’re known as Skye Terriers, and they are a most unusual, fascinating breed.  It is thought that terriers bred by the Celts were crossed with the Swedish Valhund - the dog of the Vikings - centuries ago, producing this short-legged breed.  There is also some speculation as to whether some Maltese was added to the mix following  a shipwreck in the 1600s off the coast of the Isle of Sky in the Scottish Hebrides.   Unfortunately, they are dying out.  It’s been estimated that in 40 years there will be no purebred Skye Terriers left.

This is a breed chocked full with history - the Briard.  These French canines go back as far as Charlemagne and have been used to guard sheep, protect farms, and locate wounded soldiers during war.   These are good family dogs.

Here is one of the oldest dog breeds in the world, the Afghan Hound which hails from Afghanistan (or Russia, depending on how far back you care to go).

The Samoyed breed hails from Siberia Russia.  These draft dogs were bred to pull sleds, herd reindeer, and keep the owners warm at night by sleeping on top of them.

A Bearded Collie.  They are bred almost exclusively as a pet and show animal today.

This is a Portuguese Water Dog.  These rare dogs have water-proof, non-shedding fur and webbed toes.  Their closest relative is the Standard Poodle.  And speaking of Standard Poodles…

…here’s a fine example of one!  Doesn’t he look regal?

Here are some delightful Miniature Poodles.  These dogs unfortunately carry the reputation of being prissy, when really they are as intelligent and outgoing as any other good breed. 

I especially liked this female.  To see a video, click here.

I’m not sure, but I think this dog is a Brittany Spaniel.

These Newfoundlands looked like giant black teddy bears.  My father says that if we lived farther north, we’d have one.  My mom says, that’s all we’d need in the house — a bear!  But then she affectionately says, “We’d name him Pooh!”  Or maybe Edward Bear.

Here are some Old English Sheepdogs. 

Can you imagine grooming a dog like this?  We asked how long it takes, and the owner said about six to eight hours a day, if you’re going to show. Even then the handlers had to keep brushing the dogs throughout the show.  With all the hairspray and brushes and felt or silk blankets, my mother wondered if dog shows aren’t meant for frustrated hairdressers???  Actually, my mother thinks grooming a dog is relaxing, similar to how some women think crocheting is relaxing.  She says it’s more fun to work on something that’s alive and appreciative and gives kisses rather than dead yarn.

A nice pair of Chesapeake Bay Retrievers.  Chessies are one person dogs that must be properly socialized and trained at an early age.  There’s an interesting phrase about the dog’s temperament which goes like this… You can order a Labrador, ask a Golden, but you must negotiate with a Chesapeake.

This is a rare, ancient, noble breed of dog called Dogue de Bordeaux.  In English we call this the French Mastiff.  Among other things, this breed has been used to pull carts, guard livestock and protect castles in its long history.  Some speculate that they go all the way back to the days of Julius Caesar.

However, I think this dog could care less about his heritage. 

Yorkshire Terriers.  Not my favorite breed, but I have a sister who likes them and other weird canine creations like Pekinese.

And here’s a familiar breed.  This dog won second place in the Working Group.  We happen to own one of these, which is reported to be the Clown of the Canine World.  My mother did not think ours was such a clown when she chewed up one of our wooden benches.

There are two breeds in the world that I simply cannot decide between.  The first is the Rough Collie.  My love for the breed was inspired early on by Lassie, and later on by Lad and his fellow canines in the books written by Terhune.  In 2000, my father made sure to take me to Lad’s Homeplace in New Jersey when we were in the area.  A beautiful place it was.

My mother also loves collies (probably another reason why I love them - she influenced me).  She particularly liked this Collie, and privately told me that if she could’ve taken any dog home, it would have been this one.  This one is a puppy and the chemistry between the handler and dog was outstanding.

I liked this collie too.  It was beautiful, no doubt, and carried home the honors of the show that day, but…

…I preferred this one.  He had a coat that looked like it was spun from gold.  This dog was far and away my favorite of every canine I saw at the show.

To see a video, click here.

The second breed that I have a hard time deciding about is the Shetland Sheepdog.  This is also because my mother loves shelties.  I was raised with a wonderful sheltie named Bonnee.  Her owners had bred her to show, but she grew past the maximum height requirement, so they instead found a good home to place her in.  That was our home. 

The other dog I would’ve taken home that day was this one.  She looked almost exactly like Bonnee, enough to say that they could’ve been littermates.

Shelties are bright and inquisitive.  Like the Border Collie, they are ranked as one of the most intelligent dog breeds.  They also bark at just about anything … even a leaf falling off of a tree.  But my mother says it is the most beautiful sound in the world, other than a newborn baby.

They didn’t walk.  They pranced.

To see a video, click here.

To end the day, my brother bought a bag of bones to bring home to our canine family member.  She was quite happy with the purchase as you can see here.  Until the next dog show, chew on!

 

The Black Stallion

When I was a little horse crazy girl, my favorite book was Walter Farley’s The Black Stallion and the following books.  It is also my little sister, Annie’s favorite series.  So when I asked her what picture she wanted me to paint for her, the answer was obvious - the Black Stallion of course!

4th of July Addison Firework Show

As is our tradition, we journeyed down to Addison this 4th to watch the annual Air Force and Firework show.

When we arrived, a bi-plane from the WW1 era was looping elegently over the airfield.  The plane is upside down in this picture.

We weren’t sure what the object on top of the wings was.  The kids thought it might be a person, but I didn’t think that was likely.  To see a short video, click here.

Soon, fighter planes from WW2 zoomed in formation overhead.

I don’t  know the first thing about planes - especially 60+ year old planes - so I don’t know what this one is.  It was substantially larger and noiser.

Here’s a close up as it swooped over the nearby buildings.

Back to formation flying again!  I wonder what people must’ve thought when these planes appeared on the horizon in the days when they meant business. 

After the Air Force show ended, we waited a while in the dark for the fireworks.

I think Kimmy was enjoying herself.

Whoopee!  Here they are!

To see a video, click here.

Daily Life As An Avian

Birds have it pretty good here in the Spangler house.  Free meals, fun toys, forage and play time with their owners.   Parrots are extremely intelligent animals, and they have minds of their own.  This makes for some pretty hilarious moments.  Here are a few of these moments.

Hi!  Good to see you!

Oh no.  It’s coming… I can feel it coming…

Ah-choo!

Excuse me.

Ahhhh! A little more to the right, please.

Who needs humans?  I have my own built in back-scratcher.

Hmm… I was so sure there were bookworms around here.

Hey, let me try!

Eating upside down isn’t a skill, it’s an art form.

Ahh… necter of the gods… well, of course, what else would they serve me?

Oh yeah, the view is defintely better from up here.

If you don’t know what it is…

…go ahead and try it anyway.

I wonder if these things taste as good as they look.

Brrrrrr!

What?  I like to pamper myself when the kids are gone!

What is this stuff you’re using, anyway?

So what if I just broke a tail feather?  You don’t even have any!

Here, let me remove this for you.  It must be painful.

Okay, everybody! Stre-e-e-e-e-tch!

I still don’t understand why you would use a perfectly good chew toy like this.

What?  I didn’t do that!

Yup, being a bird here defintely has its advantages.


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