... golden stubble after harvest...
There's something about this time of year, when days are getting cooler, harvest fields are golden and air is dust-filled from the combines.
There's something in the air - it feels like something completely wonderful is going to happen - it feels even more hopeful and promise-filled than spring.
I am looking forward to settling back into the routine of school but... that's not all... it's in looking back that I want to rejoice. This summer has not been overly eventful but there are so many things to be thankful for. It seems like I should be shouting out loud for everyone to hear: God is faithful; He knows; He cares; He is "The God that sees". ( I really love this definition of one of God's names. [El Roi])
There's something in the air - it feels like something completely wonderful is going to happen - it feels even more hopeful and promise-filled than spring.
I am looking forward to settling back into the routine of school but... that's not all... it's in looking back that I want to rejoice. This summer has not been overly eventful but there are so many things to be thankful for. It seems like I should be shouting out loud for everyone to hear: God is faithful; He knows; He cares; He is "The God that sees". ( I really love this definition of one of God's names. [El Roi])
Back in June, Sam and Dorothy plus Wilma from SD, US went to Olha, about half an hour north of here. We visited the site of a Ukrainian settlers mass grave and a couple of miles on, some traditional replica Buddha huts. This link takes you to a description of the huts. http://www.town.rossburn.mb.ca/pag_cms_id_133_p_buddhas.html
We talked to some local people at the Olha general store and they gave us a bit of background information on the mass grave said. Apparently this was not the original burial site. The bodies were brought together from separate grave sites and were buried at this one spot.
I was totally excited to be able to see these structures. Granted, I love history, but it was the personal connection that I was enthused about.
In 1767 when our Hutterian forefathers arrived at an estate belonging to a nobleman named Kätsike near Bucharest, Romania, they built houses like this. I have quoted the description from The Chronicle of the Hutterian Brethren Vol. II, p. 424:
Winter was approaching and we had no houses or shelter so of necessity we followed the custom of other poor people in this country, and built ourself burdeen, or dugouts. They were made like this: A hole was dug in the ground as long and wide as one wished the house to be. Next, a pole was raised and put across the top. If the dugout under construction was longer than the beam, another pole was erected in the middle to support the join in the ridge poles. Then from both sides the hut was covered over with pieces of wood, one end resting on the earth, the other on the ridge pole that was supported by the posts. Then the wood was covered with a little straw,and dirt was spread on top. One or two windows were put in one gable and a door in the other, and all was made as watertight as possible. The stove was put wherever one wished. We hurriedly build five or six such burdeen in order to have somewhere to live through the winter. Although it seemed strange to us to live underground like this, we were well content to have reached a place where we could be in peace and have complete freedom of religion.
In 1767 when our Hutterian forefathers arrived at an estate belonging to a nobleman named Kätsike near Bucharest, Romania, they built houses like this. I have quoted the description from The Chronicle of the Hutterian Brethren Vol. II, p. 424:
Winter was approaching and we had no houses or shelter so of necessity we followed the custom of other poor people in this country, and built ourself burdeen, or dugouts. They were made like this: A hole was dug in the ground as long and wide as one wished the house to be. Next, a pole was raised and put across the top. If the dugout under construction was longer than the beam, another pole was erected in the middle to support the join in the ridge poles. Then from both sides the hut was covered over with pieces of wood, one end resting on the earth, the other on the ridge pole that was supported by the posts. Then the wood was covered with a little straw,and dirt was spread on top. One or two windows were put in one gable and a door in the other, and all was made as watertight as possible. The stove was put wherever one wished. We hurriedly build five or six such burdeen in order to have somewhere to live through the winter. Although it seemed strange to us to live underground like this, we were well content to have reached a place where we could be in peace and have complete freedom of religion.