“I am a huge believer in giving back and helping out in the community and the world. Think globally, act locally I suppose. I believe that the measure of a person’s life is the affect they have on others.” Steve Nash
Another fair is in the books. My job is filler. I go where they need me and yesterday it was to the potting shed. The organizers work tirelessly all year to plan and prepare. This was the 70th year and all funds raised go back to the community. It’s a great way to meet the neighbors.
Then I came home and planted the plants I bought there and weed whacked. This guy crossed in front of me. I must have disturbed him.
Lots of good stuff. Signature mushroom sandwiches (meatless sandwiches before it was trendy! Soooo good!) antiques (real antiques) beautiful clothing, live music, kids activities and a wonderful plant area (where I’ve been assigned).
It also happens to be Worldwide Knit in Public Day and someone donated a boatload of beautiful yarns-merino wool, mohair, cotton and more. I mean lots of yarn! If you are a knitter, you need to be here. Alysha! I can’t buy anymore!
“Americans will put up with anything provided it doesn’t block traffic.” Dan Rather
Yesterday we celebrated D Day. Today we celebrate another D Day. National Donut Day. An actual holiday started by the Salvation Army during WWI. Do your part. Eat a donut today. https://johnstown.macaronikid.com/…/free-donuts-for-nationa… Thanks for the photo Lauren!
Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. Psalm 23:4 NIV
“Little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune; but great minds rise above them.”
Washington Irving
So what’s with the pen? On Friday we got a call that the wonderful Fr. Charles Martin was on life support after a fall. When we first came to Johnstown, he welcomed us to St. Mark’s Episcopal Church with open arms and heart. Always cheerful, with a sardonic smile, he blended Godly teaching with earthly wisdom to lead his flock and develop deep friendships. Later on that Friday, I was packing my fiber off to send to a mill and filling out the forms. My dependable pen conked out so I rummaged around in the drawer of my studio for another. I had just moved all of the supplies to the studio a few months ago…every tool, every pen and pencil passed through my hands. Except this one. I have no idea where it came from but picked it up and continued working. Not long after, we learned that Father Martin had passed. I showed Jay the pen, musing that it was so distinct and I was surprised that I didn’t remember putting it in the drawer. His response….”you don’t think it has something to do with Fr. Martin? One of your Godwinks? Amazing how you discovered it today and it is a verse from St. Mark?” Thank you Fr. Martin for being a part of our lives. I hope to see you again someday!
