Father and Daughter

~Father and Daughter~

While looking through several photo's with my cousin Ansley, and my mother, we came across this picture that I think all of us would agree is our favorite.

This is my Great Grandfather, Timothy John Carey (Husband to Nelly) with his only daughter 

Acelia Theresa Carey.

You want to know some neat facts about our family?  

My Great Grandmother and Grandfather had 4 boys and only one girl.

I had 3 boys and only one girl.

They named their only girl Acelia Theresa Carey.

We named our only girl Acelia Carey Harding.

My Great Grandmother was a stay at home wife and mother.

Her daughter was a stay at home wife and mother.

I am a stay at home wife and mother.

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree!

(From Nelly's Book of Quotes and Poems)

A world of love may be expressed

In just a very simple way.

And so dear daughter from the heart,

I wish you worlds of love today.

~Nelly

~ Nelly ~

This is Nelly, my Great Grandmother (on the right) and her daughter, my Grandmother Acelia.

I have taken on a HUGE project this winter, reading, and typing over 50 letters that Nelly wrote to her daughter during the 50's and 60's, cropping old photos that date back into the 1700's, and putting all the information into one big book for our families.  She comes from a long line of devoted wives and mothers.  Women who believed it was their duty to be in the home working to provide a haven for their husbands and a secure, loving environment for their children. Though Nelly and her ancestors didn't do this perfectly, (none of us do) they did their best with what they had.

In the months ahead I'll be cropping pictures and typing letters and papers written by Nelly and her mother, Acelia Constantine Pitt, about motherhood, homemaking, and the duties of a wife. I'm getting everything ready to go into one big book for the family! 

Here is a poem that I found in a little book of Nelly's.  It was a small book that she used to jot down important poems, sayings, and newspaper clippings, that really meant something to her.

I'm not sure if she penned this herself or copied it, but I'm giving her credit for it till I can prove otherwise, based on the fact that she usually wrote the author of the little sayings she copied into her book.  I'd really like to give it a title, any ideas?

Is there aught in life that is better than this?

A gurgle, a smile, a coo, a kiss-

Soft arms that entwine, cheeks pressed against thine-

Innocent eyes that sparkle and shine-

A love that is sweet, deep, true, and pure-

If you own all this, you can never be poor-

Do you wish to be happy?

Then put to rest, or snuggle up tight and close to your breast-

 a baby!

Signs of Spring

Four Little Foxes

Lew Sarett

Speak gently, Spring, and make no sudden sound:

For in my windy valley, yesterday I found
New~born foxes squirming on the ground-
Speak gently.

There weren't exactly 4, and they weren't new born. Actually, they are just about ready to leave their mother!

My husband took me North a little ways to see and photograph some baby foxes and their mother. They were so cute. They are living in a rock wall at a camp that he built. It is currently getting some remodeling from another contractor and these "kits" are are comfortable with the construction taking place around them.

Mother keeps a close eye on things though!!














One of the babies finally realizes we are there!

It doesn't seem to deter them from their "play time"

I couldn't help thinking about my chickens!!

Doesn't the fox on the right have its tail shaped like a question mark?

I really wanted to go home and close the chicken coop door!!

They are really cute, aren't they?

Mother decided, "Enough play for now, time to learn to hunt!"

You Tell On Yourself

From "A Woman's High Calling" By Elizabeth George

You Tell On Yourself

(A little old and dated, but still fitting)

You tell on yourself by the freinds you seek,

By the very manner in which you speak,

By the way you employ your leisure time,

By the use you make of dollar and dime.

You tell what you are by the things you wear,

By the spirit in which your burdens bear,

By the kind of things at which you laugh,

By the records you play on the phonograph,

You tell what you are by the way you walk,

By the things of which you delight to talk,

By the manner in which you bear defeat,

By so simple a thing as how you eat.

By the books you choose from the well~filled shelf

In these ways and more you tell on yourself.

Ever since I taught my daughter about the presidents she has been obsessed with Washington and Lincoln. She has read several books about them, and watched several biography's too. For her birthday she wants a portrait of both and a framed copy of the Constitution.
So when we went shopping last weekend , she found this mask and I bought it for her. This is a post in honor of my daughter and President Lincoln.

The Gettysburg Address

November 19, 1863

Fourscore and seven years ago

our fathers brought forth upon this continent

a new nation,

conceived in liberty,

and dedicated to the proposition

that all men are created equal

Now we are engaged in a great civil war,

testing whether that nation,

or any other nation so conceived and so dedicated,

can long endure.

We are met on a great battlefield

of that war.

We have comet to didicate a portion of that field

as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives

that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper

that we should do this. But in a larger sense

we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we

cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead,

who struggled here, have consecrated it far

above our poor power to add or detract.

The world will little note, not long remember, what we say here; but

it can never forget what they did here.

It is for us, the living, rather to be dedicated here to the

unfinished work which they who fought here

have thus far so nobly advanced.

It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us

that from these honored dead we take

increased devotion to that cause for which they

gave the last full measure of devotion;

that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain;

that this nation, under GOD, shall have a new birth of freedom, and that

government of the people, by the people, and for the people, shall not perish

from the earth.

Delivered at Gettysburg Pennsylvania

Autumn Fancies

The Maple is a dainty maid,

The Pet of all the wood,

Who lights the dusky forest glade

With scarlet cloak and hood.

The elm a lovely lady is,

In shimmering robes of gold,

That catch the sunlight when she moves,

And glisten, fold on fold

The sumac is a gypsy queen,

Who flaunts in crimson dressed,

And wild along the roadside runs,

Red blossoms in her breast.

And towring high above the wood,

All in his purple cloak,

A monarch in his splendor is

The proud and princely oak.

Anonymous

Thank you, Acelia for the lovely pictures!