"Warshing Clothes Recipe" - imagine having a recipe for this ! ! ! Years ago a Texas grandmother gave the new bride the following recipe: This is an exact copy as written and found in an old scrapbook, spelling errors and all. WARSHING CLOTHES Build fire in backyard to heat kettle of rain water. Set tubs so smoke wont blow in eyes if wind is pert. Shave one hole cake of lie soap in boilin water. Sort things, make 3 piles 1 pile white, 1 pile colored, 1 pile work britches and rags. To make starch, stir flour in cool water to smooth, then thin down with boiling water. Take white things, rub dirty spots on board, scrub hard and boil, then rub colored don't boil just wrench and starch. Take things out of kettle with broom stick handle, then wrench, and starch. Hang old rags on fence. Spread tea towels on grass. Pore wrench water in flower bed. Scrub porch with hot soapy water. Turn tubs upside down. Go put on clean dress, smooth hair with hair combs. Brew cup of tea, sit and rock a spell and count your blessings.
Here's an interesting side bar. After the Japanese decimated our fleet in Pearl Harbor on Dec 7, 1941, they could have sent their troop ships and carriers directly to California to finish what they started. The prediction from our Chief of Staff was we would not be able to stop a massive invasion until they reached the Mississippi River. Remember, we had a 2 million man army and war ships in other localities, so why did they not invade? After the war, the remaining Japanese generals and admirals were asked that question. Their answer .... they know that almost every home had guns and the Americans knew how to use them. 1. The world's largest army ... America 's hunters! I had never thought about this.... 2. A blogger added up the deer license sales in just a handful of states and arrived at a striking conclusion: 3. There were over 600,000 hunters this season in the state of Wisconsin . 4. Allow me to restate that number. 5. Over the last several months, Wisconsin ’s hunters became the eighth largest army in the world. 6. More men under arms than in Iran . 7. More than in France and Germany combined. 8. These men deployed to the woods of a single American state to hunt with firearms, and no one was killed. 9. That number pales in comparison to the 750,000 who hunted the woods of Pennsylvania and Michigan 's 700,000 hunters, 10. All of whom have now returned home. 11. Toss in a quarter million hunters in West Virginia and it literally establishes the fact that 12. The hunters of those four states alone would comprise the largest army in the world. The number of Hunters in the state of Texas would be the largest standing army in the world by it's self. 13. The point? 14. America will forever be safe from foreign invasion with that kind of home-grown firepower. 15. Hunting -- it's not just a way to fill the freezer. It's a matter of national security. 16. That's why all enemies, foreign and domestic, want to see us disarmed. 17. Food for thought when next we consider gun control.
I am posting this with a heavy heart. I love cows and everything that comes with it... but I am officially done in 2020. This is taking up too much of my time. I’m struggling to keep up with the everyday chores of cooking, cleaning and maintaining my home, so something has to give. I have decided to get rid of all my gear. Below is a list of what's available. Serious inquiries only, and please don't insult me with low offers. Thanks for reading and understanding... 1. Vacuum cleaner 2. Dustpan and broom 3. Mop and bucket 4. Lawn Mower 5. Leaf blower 6. Laundry detergent 7. Iron 8. Stove 9. washer dryer Anything helps for more cow supplies. HAPPY NEW YEAR everyone!
Talked with Dion Pride, son of Charlie Pride last night. He signed two of his CD's for me. Jeanie C Riley came up and hugged him while we were talking. He Preformed at the Bluebonnet Opry last night.
Wise Advice from a Farmer's Wife Whenever you return a borrowed pie pan, make sure it's got a warm pie in it. Invite lots of folks to supper. You can always add more water to the soup. There's no such thing as woman's work on a farm. There's just work. Make home a happy place for the children. Everybody returns to their happy place. Always keep a small light on in the kitchen window at night. If your man gets his truck stuck in the field, don't go in after him. Throw him a rope and pull him out with the tractor. Keep the kerosene lamp away from the the milk cow's leg. It's a whole lot easier to get breakfast from a chicken than a pig. Always pat the chickens when you take their eggs. It's easy to clean an empty house, but hard to live in one. All children spill milk. Learn to smile and wipe it up. Homemade's always better'n store bought. A tongue's like a knife. The sharper it is the deeper it cuts. A good neighbor always knows when to visit and when to leave. A city dog wants to run out the door, but a country dog stays on the porch 'cause he's not fenced-in. Always light birthday candles from the middle outward. Nothin' gets the frustrations out better'n splittn' wood. The longer dress hem, the more trusting the husband. Enjoy doing your children's laundry. Some day they'll be gone. You'll never catch a runnin' chicken but if you throw seed around the back door you'll have a skillet full by supper. Biscuits brown better with a little butter brushed on 'em. Check your shoelaces before runnin' to help somebody. Visit old people who can't get out. Some day you'll be one. The softer you talk, the closer folks'll listen. The colder the outhouse, the warmer the bed.
They ran to the groceries, they filled up their carts, They emptied the Tops and Price Chopper and Walmart, They panicked and fought and then panicked some more, Then they rushed to their homes and they locked all the doors. The food will be gone! The milk eggs and cheese! The yogurt! The apples! The green beans and peas! The stores have run out, now what will we do? They’ll be starving and looting and nothing to do!
Then they paused, and they listened a moment or two. And they did hear a sound, rising over the fear, It started out far, then began to grow near.
But this sound wasn’t sad, nor was it new, The farms were still doing what farms always do.
The food was still coming, though they’d emptied the shelves, The farms kept it coming, though they struggled themselves,
Though the cities had forgotten from where their food came, The farms made them food every day, just the same. Through weather and critics and markets that fall, The farms kept on farming in spite of it all.
They farmed without thank yous. They farmed without praise. They farmed on the hottest and coldest of days.
They’d bought all the food, yet the next day came more, And the people thought of something they hadn’t before. Maybe food, they thought, doesn’t come from a store. Maybe farmers, perhaps, mean a little bit more.
THE YOUNG COWBOY There was a young cowboy who grew up on a small family ranch in western Kansas. He left home and landed a job on a big horse ranch with a fancy barn and lush pastures near Dallas. His new job wasn't much different from the family ranch except everything was newer, bigger, fancier and it had high dollar horses. He had to exercise the horses, feed them, groom them, muck out the stalls, clean the paddoc and alley. His day off was Monday. Now this young cowboy was raised in a Christian home, he read his Bible and prayed every day. He never missed attending church. His new boss said if he got his chores done he could take a break to go to the church next to the ranch. On his first sunday this young cowboy came to work 2 hours earily. He finished his chores at 10:30 and headed next door. He tried to kick the mud and muck off of his boots and pants without much success. He didn't think much about it because he his father bad run late back at the family ranch in Kansas and they went directly to church muck and all. This church was right next to the ranch and it was pretty fancy with a lot of high dollar cars and no pickup trucks. This cowboy was a little late when he walked into the back doors of the church he looked like a brush popper. Now the preacher was at the pulpit in his 3 piece suit. He spotted this young hat in hand cowboy walk in the back doors. The preacher stopped talking for a few seconds until the cowboy sat down. After church was over the Pastor made his way to the young cowboy and talked with him while everyone left the building. When they were alone the preacher said I'm glad you are here but do you think that this is the way you should dress to come to this church? The young cowboy was hurt and didn't know what to say. The preacher told the cowboy he needed to go home and pray and ask God what he should wear to come to this church. The cowboy said ok, I pray every day. Next Sunday the young cowboy did the same thing. He finished his chores about the same time and he had mud and muck on his boots and pants. This time he tried to rinse himself with a garden hose. Sure enough when he walked into that fancy church the pastor paused and frowned at him. After church the pastor asked the cowboy to wait. Sure enough the pastor said I thought I told you to pray and ask God what you should wear to come to this church. The young cowboy emphatically said I did. The pastor then asked " And what did God tell you "? The young cowboy said " When God answered me, God said he didn't know what to wear to come to this church because he has never been invited in here ". With that the cowboy walked away and never came back. The young cowboy found a little country church about 5 miles away with pickup trucks. The moral of the story is " Find a Bible based, God fearing, people loving and non judgmental church. Cowboys/Cowgirls Why do we judge people by how they look? Leave that to JESUS ???? You Can Change Lives If You Are Bold Enough And Brave Enough To Say to someone, "JESUS LOVES YOU AND SO DO I, --Will You Go To Church With Me This Sunday" ???? And it gets easier every time you say it. As this old cowboy always says. Stay safe in the saddle, (means founded in Christ) And out of the wire, (means resist Satan's traps). Cowboy Pastor Dan Boyd
Advice from María Sabina a Mexican healer and poet. “Heal yourself with the light of the sun and the rays of the moon. With the sound of the river and the waterfall. With the swaying of the sea and the fluttering of birds. Heal yourself with mint, neem, and eucalyptus. Sweeten with lavender, rosemary, and chamomile. Hug yourself with the cocoa bean and a hint of cinnamon. Put love in tea instead of sugar and drink it looking at the stars. Heal yourself with the kisses that the wind gives you and the hugs of the rain. Stand strong with your bare feet on the ground and with everything that comes from it. Be smarter every day by listening to your intuition, looking at the world with your forehead. Jump, dance, sing, so that you live happier. Heal yourself, with beautiful love, and always remember ... you are the medicine.”
THE LEGEND OF THE PINK BLUEBONNET Years ago an old Hispanic grandmother was walking with her two grandchildren in the bluebonnet fields south of San Antonio. So thick were the blue petals across the plain that it looked as though the Texas sky was resting upon the earth. Scattered within the field of blue, a few white bluebonnets stood proudly at attention. "Grandmother, why are some of the flowers white?" The old lady smiled and said, "The white ones were the inspiration for the pure white Lone Star on the field of blue that waves at us from our Texas flag." The other girl added, "Grandmother, look...some are also pink. Why are some of them pink?" With a look of pride and reverence, she told the little girls, "The pink ones used to be white. But many years ago much blood was shed up river at the church we call the Alamo. The blood of our Texas heroes still rests within this earth, and to this day tints a few special flowers pink, to forever remind us of the cost of freedom." Source: Sheryl Shaw on "The Alamo Network."
I was just one of the 108,618 Aggies there. Second largest crowd in Kyle Field history. If history repeats itself BAMA will be National Champions again this year.
I ain’t much good at prayin’, and You may not know me, Lord — For I ain’t much seen in churches, where they preach Thy Holy Word. But you may have observed me out here on the lonely plains, A-lookin’ after cattle, feelin’ thankful when it rains.
Admirin’ Thy great handiwork.
The miracle of the grass, Aware of Thy kind Spirit, in the way it comes to pass That hired men on horseback and the livestock that we tend Can look up at the stars at night, and know we’ve got a Friend.
So here’s ol’ Christmas comin’ on, remindin’ us again Of Him whose coming brought good will into the hearts of men. A cowboy ain’t a preacher, Lord, but if You’ll hear my prayer, I’ll ask as good as we have got for all men everywhere.
Don’t let no hearts be bitter, Lord. Don’t let no child be cold. Make easy the beds for them that’s sick and them that’s weak and old. Let kindness bless the trail we ride, no matter what we’re after, And sorter keep us on Your side, in tears as well as laughter.
I’ve seen ol’ cows a-starvin’ — and it ain’t no happy sight; Please don’t leave no one hungry, Lord, on Thy Good Christmas Night — No man, no child, no woman, and no critter on four feet I’ll do my doggone best to help you find ’em chuck to eat.
I’m just a sinful cowpoke, Lord — ain’t got no business prayin’ But still I hope you’ll ketch a word or two, of what I’m sayin’: We speak of Merry Christmas, Lord—
I reckon You’ll agree —
There ain’t no Merry Christmas for nobody that ain’t free! So one thing more I ask You, Lord: just help us what You can To save some seeds of freedom for the future Sons of Man!
Everyone is invited to Tomball German Heritage Festival
Friday, March 25 - 6:00 - 10:00 PM Saturday, March 26 - 10:00 AM - 10:00 PM Sunday, March 27 - 10:00 AM - 6:00 PM 201 S. Elm St. in Old Town Tomball, TX! FREE Admission, Shuttle & Parking • 4 Stages of Live Music & Performances • Carnival • 120+ Street Vendors • German and Festival Food & Bier Check out the full entertainment lineup, street vendors list, and more at tomballgermanfest.org
Aggie
Aug 8, 2019
Aggie
"Warshing Clothes Recipe" - imagine having a recipe for this ! ! !
Years ago a Texas grandmother gave the new bride the following recipe:
This is an exact copy as written and found in an old scrapbook, spelling errors and all.
WARSHING CLOTHES
Build fire in backyard to heat kettle of rain water. Set tubs so smoke wont blow in eyes if wind is pert.
Shave one hole cake of lie soap in boilin water.
Sort things, make 3 piles
1 pile white,
1 pile colored,
1 pile work britches and rags.
To make starch, stir flour in cool water to smooth, then thin down with boiling water.
Take white things, rub dirty spots on board, scrub hard and boil, then rub colored don't boil just wrench and starch.
Take things out of kettle with broom stick handle, then wrench, and starch.
Hang old rags on fence.
Spread tea towels on grass.
Pore wrench water in flower bed. Scrub porch with hot soapy water.
Turn tubs upside down.
Go put on clean dress, smooth hair with hair combs. Brew cup of tea, sit and rock a spell and count your blessings.
Aug 11, 2019
Aggie
Linda Purdy, welcome to Aggie, Longhorns and Everything Texas.
Aug 11, 2019
Aggie
Here's an interesting side bar. After the Japanese decimated our fleet in Pearl Harbor on Dec 7, 1941, they could have sent their troop ships and carriers directly to California to finish what they started. The prediction from our Chief of Staff was we would not be able to stop a massive invasion until they reached the Mississippi River. Remember, we had a 2 million man army and war ships in other localities, so why did they not invade?
After the war, the remaining Japanese generals and admirals were asked that question. Their answer .... they know that almost every home had guns and the Americans knew how to use them.
1. The world's largest army ... America 's hunters! I had never thought about this....
2. A blogger added up the deer license sales in just a handful of states and arrived at a striking conclusion:
3. There were over 600,000 hunters this season in the state of Wisconsin .
4. Allow me to restate that number.
5. Over the last several months, Wisconsin ’s hunters became the eighth largest army in the world.
6. More men under arms than in Iran .
7. More than in France and Germany combined.
8. These men deployed to the woods of a single American state to hunt with firearms, and no one was killed.
9. That number pales in comparison to the 750,000 who hunted the woods of Pennsylvania and Michigan 's 700,000 hunters,
10. All of whom have now returned home.
11. Toss in a quarter million hunters in West Virginia and it literally establishes the fact that
12. The hunters of those four states alone would comprise the largest army in the world. The number of Hunters in the state of Texas would be the largest standing army in the world by it's self.
13. The point?
14. America will forever be safe from foreign invasion with that kind of home-grown firepower.
15. Hunting -- it's not just a way to fill the freezer. It's a matter of national security.
16. That's why all enemies, foreign and domestic, want to see us disarmed.
17. Food for thought when next we consider gun control.
Aug 12, 2019
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I am posting this with a heavy heart.
I love cows and everything that comes with it... but I am officially done in 2020. This is taking up too much of my time. I’m struggling to keep up with the everyday chores of cooking, cleaning and maintaining my home, so something has to give. I have decided to get rid of all my gear.
Below is a list of what's available. Serious inquiries only, and please don't insult me with low offers.
Thanks for reading and understanding...
1. Vacuum cleaner
2. Dustpan and broom
3. Mop and bucket
4. Lawn Mower
5. Leaf blower
6. Laundry detergent
7. Iron
8. Stove
9. washer dryer
Anything helps for more cow supplies.
HAPPY NEW YEAR everyone!
Jan 2, 2020
Aggie
Jan 13, 2020
Aggie
Talked with Dion Pride, son of Charlie Pride last night. He signed two of his CD's for me. Jeanie C Riley came up and hugged him while we were talking. He Preformed at the Bluebonnet Opry last night.
Jan 16, 2020
Aggie
2020 with Gypsy Dancer at Gene Autry Museum
Mar 16, 2020
Aggie
Wise Advice from a Farmer's Wife
Whenever you return a borrowed pie pan, make sure it's got a warm pie in it.
Invite lots of folks to supper. You can always add more water to the soup.
There's no such thing as woman's work on a farm. There's just work.
Make home a happy place for the children. Everybody returns to their happy place.
Always keep a small light on in the kitchen window at night.
If your man gets his truck stuck in the field, don't go in after him. Throw him a rope and pull him out with the tractor.
Keep the kerosene lamp away from the the milk cow's leg.
It's a whole lot easier to get breakfast from a chicken than a pig.
Always pat the chickens when you take their eggs.
It's easy to clean an empty house, but hard to live in one.
All children spill milk. Learn to smile and wipe it up.
Homemade's always better'n store bought.
A tongue's like a knife. The sharper it is the deeper it cuts.
A good neighbor always knows when to visit and when to leave.
A city dog wants to run out the door, but a country dog stays on the porch 'cause he's not fenced-in.
Always light birthday candles from the middle outward.
Nothin' gets the frustrations out better'n splittn' wood.
The longer dress hem, the more trusting the husband.
Enjoy doing your children's laundry. Some day they'll be gone.
You'll never catch a runnin' chicken but if you throw seed around the back door you'll have a skillet full by supper.
Biscuits brown better with a little butter brushed on 'em.
Check your shoelaces before runnin' to help somebody.
Visit old people who can't get out. Some day you'll be one.
The softer you talk, the closer folks'll listen.
The colder the outhouse, the warmer the bed.
Apr 5, 2020
Julia A Knaake
Very Wise Advice.
Apr 5, 2020
Aggie
Thank you, Julia!
Apr 5, 2020
Aggie
Apr 12, 2020
Aggie
They ran to the groceries, they filled up their carts,
They emptied the Tops and Price Chopper and Walmart,
They panicked and fought and then panicked some more,
Then they rushed to their homes and they locked all the doors.
The food will be gone! The milk eggs and cheese!
The yogurt! The apples! The green beans and peas!
The stores have run out, now what will we do?
They’ll be starving and looting and nothing to do!
Then they paused, and they listened a moment or two.
And they did hear a sound, rising over the fear,
It started out far, then began to grow near.
But this sound wasn’t sad, nor was it new,
The farms were still doing what farms always do.
The food was still coming, though they’d emptied the shelves,
The farms kept it coming, though they struggled themselves,
Though the cities had forgotten from where their food came,
The farms made them food every day, just the same.
Through weather and critics and markets that fall,
The farms kept on farming in spite of it all.
They farmed without thank yous.
They farmed without praise.
They farmed on the hottest and coldest of days.
They’d bought all the food, yet the next day came more,
And the people thought of something they hadn’t before.
Maybe food, they thought, doesn’t come from a store.
Maybe farmers, perhaps, mean a little bit more.
*Borrowed from a fellow farmer *
Apr 12, 2020
Julia A Knaake
WOW
Apr 12, 2020
Aggie
THE YOUNG COWBOY
There was a young cowboy who grew up on a small family ranch in western Kansas. He left home and landed a job on a big horse ranch with a fancy barn and lush pastures near Dallas.
His new job wasn't much different from the family ranch except everything was newer, bigger, fancier and it had high dollar horses. He had to exercise the horses, feed them, groom them, muck out the stalls, clean the paddoc and alley. His day off was Monday. Now this young cowboy was raised in a Christian home, he read his Bible and prayed every day. He never missed attending church. His new boss said if he got his chores done he could take a break to go to the church next to the ranch.
On his first sunday this young cowboy came to work 2 hours earily. He finished his chores at 10:30 and headed next door. He tried to kick the mud and muck off of his boots and pants without much success. He didn't think much about it because he his father bad run late back at the family ranch in Kansas and they went directly to church muck and all.
This church was right next to the ranch and it was pretty fancy with a lot of high dollar cars and no pickup trucks.
This cowboy was a little late when he walked into the back doors of the church he looked like a brush popper.
Now the preacher was at the pulpit in his 3 piece suit. He spotted this young hat in hand cowboy walk in the back doors. The preacher stopped talking for a few seconds until the cowboy sat down. After church was over the Pastor made his way to the young cowboy and talked with him while everyone left the building. When they were alone the preacher said I'm glad you are here but do you think that this is the way you should dress to come to this church? The young cowboy was hurt and didn't know what to say. The preacher told the cowboy he needed to go home and pray and ask God what he should wear to come to this church. The cowboy said ok, I pray every day.
Next Sunday the young cowboy did the same thing. He finished his chores about the same time and he had mud and muck on his boots and pants. This time he tried to rinse himself with a garden hose.
Sure enough when he walked into that fancy church the pastor paused and frowned at him.
After church the pastor asked the cowboy to wait. Sure enough the pastor said I thought I told you to pray and ask God what you should wear to come to this church. The young cowboy emphatically said I did. The pastor then asked " And what did God tell you "?
The young cowboy said " When God answered me, God said he didn't know what to wear to come to this church because he has never been invited in here ".
With that the cowboy walked away and never came back. The young cowboy found a little country church about 5 miles away with pickup trucks.
The moral of the story is " Find a Bible based, God fearing, people loving and non judgmental church.
Cowboys/Cowgirls
Why do we judge people by how they look? Leave that to
JESUS ????
You Can Change Lives If You Are Bold Enough And Brave Enough To Say to someone,
"JESUS LOVES YOU AND SO DO I, --Will You Go To Church With Me This Sunday" ???? And it gets easier every time you say it.
As this old cowboy
always says.
Stay safe in the saddle, (means founded in Christ) And out of the wire, (means resist Satan's traps).
Cowboy Pastor
Dan Boyd
Jul 3, 2020
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Sep 3, 2020
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Sep 5, 2020
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Sep 17, 2020
Aggie
Welcome East TX granny!
Sep 21, 2020
Aggie
Feb 14, 2021
Aggie
Advice from María Sabina a Mexican healer and poet.
“Heal yourself with the light of the sun and the rays of the moon. With the sound of the river and the waterfall. With the swaying of the sea and the fluttering of birds. Heal yourself with mint, neem, and eucalyptus. Sweeten with lavender, rosemary, and chamomile. Hug yourself with the cocoa bean and a hint of cinnamon. Put love in tea instead of sugar and drink it looking at the stars. Heal yourself with the kisses that the wind gives you and the hugs of the rain. Stand strong with your bare feet on the ground and with everything that comes from it. Be smarter every day by listening to your intuition, looking at the world with your forehead. Jump, dance, sing, so that you live happier. Heal yourself, with beautiful love, and always remember ... you are the medicine.”
Feb 24, 2021
Aggie
THE LEGEND OF THE PINK BLUEBONNET
Years ago an old Hispanic grandmother was walking with her two grandchildren in the bluebonnet fields south of San Antonio. So thick were the blue petals across the plain that it looked as though the Texas sky was resting upon the earth.
Scattered within the field of blue, a few white bluebonnets stood proudly at attention. "Grandmother, why are some of the flowers white?" The old lady smiled and said, "The white ones were the inspiration for the pure white Lone Star on the field of blue that waves at us from our Texas flag."
The other girl added, "Grandmother, look...some are also pink. Why are some of them pink?" With a look of pride and reverence, she told the little girls, "The pink ones used to be white. But many years ago much blood was shed up river at the church we call the Alamo. The blood of our Texas heroes still rests within this earth, and to this day tints a few special flowers pink, to forever remind us of the cost of freedom."
Source: Sheryl Shaw on "The Alamo Network."
Apr 11, 2021
Aggie
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Oct 9, 2021
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I was just one of the 108,618 Aggies there. Second largest crowd in Kyle Field history. If history repeats itself BAMA will be National Champions again this year.
Oct 10, 2021
Aggie
Nov 15, 2021
Aggie
"X" belongs in Texas. Keep Christ in Christmas.
Dec 20, 2021
Aggie
Cowboy Christmas Prayer
I ain’t much good at prayin’, and You may not know me, Lord —
For I ain’t much seen in churches, where they preach Thy Holy Word.
But you may have observed me out here on the lonely plains,
A-lookin’ after cattle, feelin’ thankful when it rains.
Admirin’ Thy great handiwork.
The miracle of the grass,
Aware of Thy kind Spirit, in the way it comes to pass
That hired men on horseback and the livestock that we tend
Can look up at the stars at night, and know we’ve got a Friend.
So here’s ol’ Christmas comin’ on, remindin’ us again
Of Him whose coming brought good will into the hearts of men.
A cowboy ain’t a preacher, Lord, but if You’ll hear my prayer,
I’ll ask as good as we have got for all men everywhere.
Don’t let no hearts be bitter, Lord.
Don’t let no child be cold.
Make easy the beds for them that’s sick and them that’s weak and old.
Let kindness bless the trail we ride, no matter what we’re after,
And sorter keep us on Your side, in tears as well as laughter.
I’ve seen ol’ cows a-starvin’ — and it ain’t no happy sight;
Please don’t leave no one hungry, Lord, on Thy Good Christmas Night —
No man, no child, no woman, and no critter on four feet
I’ll do my doggone best to help you find ’em chuck to eat.
I’m just a sinful cowpoke, Lord — ain’t got no business prayin’
But still I hope you’ll ketch a word or two, of what I’m sayin’:
We speak of Merry Christmas, Lord—
I reckon You’ll agree —
There ain’t no Merry Christmas for nobody that ain’t free!
So one thing more I ask You, Lord: just help us what You can
To save some seeds of freedom for the future Sons of Man!
– S. Omar Barker
Dec 25, 2021
Aggie
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Happy Birthday, Texas
Mar 2, 2022
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Mar 2, 2022
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Everyone is invited to Tomball German Heritage Festival
Friday, March 25 - 6:00 - 10:00 PM
Saturday, March 26 - 10:00 AM - 10:00 PM
Sunday, March 27 - 10:00 AM - 6:00 PM
201 S. Elm St. in Old Town Tomball, TX!
FREE Admission, Shuttle & Parking • 4 Stages of Live Music & Performances • Carnival • 120+ Street Vendors • German and Festival Food & Bier
Check out the full entertainment lineup, street vendors list, and more at tomballgermanfest.org
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