This is from May 16, 2007
A Patriot Has Died
I love my Country of the USA, and it saddens me greatly when I see the gross immorality within it, and that immorality that is not so gross grieves my heart as well. The below article shows the level to which the “Mighty” have fallen.
“Pennsylvania Court Orders Sperm Donor to Lesbian Couple to Pay Child Support
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
HARRISBURG, Pennsylvania — A sperm donor who helped a lesbian couple conceive two children is liable for child support under a state appellate court ruling that a legal expert believes might be the first of its kind in the U.S.
A Superior Court panel last week ordered a Dauphin County judge to establish how much Carl L. Frampton Jr. would have to pay to the birth mother of the 8-year-old boy and 7-year-old girl.
“I’m unaware of any other state appellate court that has found that a child has, simultaneously, three adults who are financially obligated to the child’s support and are also entitled to visitation,” said New York Law School professor Arthur S. Leonard, an expert on sexuality and the law.
But Frampton, 60, of Indiana, Pennsylvania, died suddenly of a stroke in March, leaving lawyers involved in the case with different theories about how his death may affect the precedent-setting case.
Jodilynn Jacob, 33, and Jennifer Lee Shultz-Jacob, 48, moved in together as a couple in 1996, and were granted a civil-union license in Vermont in 2002. In addition to conceiving the two children with the help of Frampton — a longtime friend of Shultz-Jacob’s — Jacob also adopted her brother’s two older children, now 12 and 13″
The above was taken from the Fox News website, and Kairos Journal provided the link to it. How much longer can this Nation endure, and continue with such blatant immorality and injustice. I am afraid that it will not be long unless we turn our hearts back to God.
From May 10, 2007
From April 26, 2007.
Being A Patriot
From April 21, 2007
Freedom At Stake
The posts I will be sharing in the next few days are from another blog I started in 2007. I moved it to wordpress as a blog by the same name. I am endeavoring to downsize so I am moving this one through a copy and paste method. From April 19, 2007.
I love Wally’s Hibiscus.
As I was on my way to Shell Knob today I drove past an old decaying, falling in building that was built by my Dad and a cousin named Harold (my Dad’s nephew). They had a dream, and desire to supply an income for their families, and grow in the process of making this dark, syrupy, fragrant, and sticky stuff called sorghum.
I have some pictures I want to share with those who will come here to read and see them. The first one is of a plaque my wife made for me of the old can label they had put together for the sale and promotion of their business.
The next two pictures are of the old mill which they built using cedar logs set in the ground. They then built a base to set the sorghum pan upon of rock and clay or cement. They were a couple of men who did not have much money, but they had a little bit of a dream, and desire to make a good product; and they set to it.
I remember this quite well as a young boy in the early 1960’s When they were making sorghum there were trees all round the back and to the east side (right) and my cousin who was nearer my age at the time ran through those woods having a great time.
Sorghum is made through squeezing sorghum cane, which my Dad and Harold grew on the ridge somewhat nearby. They would take a tractor and wagon, go with cane knives, and cut down a heaped up load, and bring it back to the mill to make the sweet sorghum.
Before they squeezed the cane on the press, they would light a fire under the pan, get the heat going, then they let the juice roll down the delivery chute.
We used to eat quite a bit of Sorghum cake. Pretty good stuff putting butter on while it was still hot is delicious.
Most sorghums you find in store nowadays is mixed with corn syrup which ruins the good flavor.
Well that is really only part of the story. My Dad and Harold are in heaven together now.
I just thought I would share something that was part of my upbringin’ as a child.
from the banks of Flat Creek,
I was trying to get our yard mowed before rain started falling again. I have gotten the front yard completely done, and most of the back now.
As I was trying to keep mowing even when there were some drops falling I noticed a mist flying from the discharge of the mower. I thought now that is mistifying [not supposed to be mystifying]. The spelling corrector tried to change my mistifying to mystifying.
At any rate, I did not get to complete the yard; but was mystified by the mistifying. Maybe I should spell it like I did in the title “Mist-I-fying”.
from the banks of Flat Creek,