I am grateful that we (my family) were all Divine Spirit Beings, hurled and huddled together in a little lumber-jack shack, in Wickwire Creek, W.Va. …. Filled with the awesome power, and light particles, of The Mighty Source of all life, it was a great training ground. No experience is ever without a Divine purpose. Infinite Divine Intelligence is all there is.
No matter what was happening around that little Lumber-Jack Shack, I always sensed a presence of a higher power, directing and guiding me. It was a quiet, warm power, that made, “feeling alone,’ impossible. I rejected that it was, ‘Jesus,” but always knew and experienced the truth of, being led by some higher power…..Divine Intelligence. It was and is real!! NHT
Excerpt from: Wickwire Creek, the Long Journey Out Oh, how the sound and smell of little peepers in the living room permeated throughout the house in the early spring. We would go to the Baltimore and Ohio train station and pick up the boxes of baby chicks. (300 or 400 each spring)
They were kept in their cardboard packing boxes, with dividers for a few days against the wall in the living room. Then, chicken coops were placed against the wall, floor to ceiling, and they were kept there until they were big enough, and it was warm enough to put them outside in a building.
The heat from the coal burning, ‘burnside’ stove kept them warm and comfy and I think they enjoyed sharing the living room with my brothers, mom, pap and me. While in the house, they were fed and watered and every one knew this was Pap’s project to make money for our family, by selling eggs, so no one complained. There was a rather rank odor of amonia and chicken droppings permeating the house, since the windows had to stay closed. It was wintertime outside.
Mom never liked to hear me say we had kept chickens in our living room. She would retort defensively, “But they were in coops.” I think she found the imagery of chickens walking about in the living room offensive, and hearing we had them in our living room might have some assume they were free to walk about, come and go.
Before bedtime pap would “bank” the fires in the two stoves. This entailed dumping nearly a whole coal bucket of fine dusty coal into the stove on top of the burning coals. The flame would be smothered out and all night the coals under the banking would smolder with out flame. When awakening, someone would poke the heap of fine coal with a poker, and flames would burst forth. In the wintertime it was awful chilly by morning, especially when it was below freezing outside. NHT
In hindsight, I am grateful that we (my family) were all Divine Spirit Beings, hurled together in a little shack in Wickwire Creek, W.Va. …. Filled with the awesome power, and light particles, of The Mighty Source of all life. NHT