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Recipe: Tornadoes, Naked Chickens and Angel Lemon-Coconut Bars

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After posting about my love of storms and tornado nightmares I was reminded of a real tornado story told to me by my Great Uncle Alec.

Great Uncle Alec was married to my Great-Aunt Ida whose recipes have graced this blog many a time.  She was a fabulous cook and baker. They had a family of seven children and lived on a farm in Amery, Wisconsin.

As a child I had visited their farm several times.  I remember that the house was quite a bit like the old farm house on our farm, and that they had a wonderfully big barn.

Of course, what sticks in my memory the most was the warnings not to wander down by the creek as there was lots of quick sand down there.  I have always wondered if there really was quick sand, or if the quick sand was like the skunks in the “skunk woods” back home and a very busy God always seeing everything I did…deterrents employed to protect inquisitive children from roaming physically or morally too far astray.

For the record, I still believe there was deadly quicksand by that creek, rabid skunks in those woods and that God never lets me out of his sight.

All of my great uncles were fabulous tellers of tales.  They had a gift of observation that could convert the ordinary into the hilarious.  Except for death, they could find something to laugh about in almost any situation….including storm destruction.

Uncle Alec’s story began by recounting the beauty of that summer day…the day that the tornado hit Amery and their farm.

He was outside working and hadn’t paid too much attention to the sky as thunderstorms were a common occurrence and a welcome one. They the cooled off man and beast while providing much needed rain for growing crops.  Thunderstorms were an exciting gift from God himself.

When lightening begin to flash and thunder rolled, Alec, like all farmers knew it was time to leave the field to work inside.  He had barn chores to do, so into the barn he went to ride out the storm.

As the storm approached it became louder and louder.  Alec looked out the barn door to see a large tornado barreling right towards his farm. There was no time for him to get to the house and the storm cellar so he hunkered down alongside the foundation of the barn.

The winds of the tornado were terrific as they attacked Uncle Alec, trees, house and barn….mostly the barn.  When the storm had finished leaving its mark on the farm, Alec sprung up to look about and see what the storm had taken and what it had left behind.

It had taken trees, parts of buildings and all of the feathers off of his chickens.  “Why, there were all my hens strutting around calmly clucking as if they did not have a care in the world…totally naked! There wasn’t a feather on them!  All I had was a bunch of naked chickens!!!!”

Angel Food Cakes like tornadoes seemed to always appear on our farm during the summer months.  Maybe that was because they are both funnel shaped? This recipe for Angel Lemon-Coconut Bars will give you the moist texture of Angel Food Cake along with the tang of lemon and the rich sweetness of coconut with none of the eternal egg white beating. This is the easiest Angel Food Cake or bar recipe you will ever make and probably the most delicious.  Enjoy!

Angel Lemon-Coconut Bars

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

1 Angel Food Cake Mix (one-step method)
1 can of Wilderness Lemon Pie Filling
2 cups of shredded coconut

In a large steel or glass mixing bowl stir together the Angel Food Cake mix and lemon pie filling.  The mixture will foam up as you stir it. (Children love helping with this part.  It feels just like a science experiment in a laboratory that may just explode.  It doesn’t, but sure is fun to watch.  Gee, I wonder why both of my children are chemists.) 

Add coconut and mix in thoroughly.

Spread batter evenly on an jelly roll pan lined with parchment paper.  Bake 20-25 minutes at 350 degrees.  The bars will be lightly browned on top when done.

Frost the bars when they are completely cool.

Frosting

3-ounces of cream cheese, (softened)
1/3 cup of butter (softened)
1 teaspoon vanilla
3 Tablespoons milk
1 1/2 cups of powdered sugar

This frosting should be the texture of a spreadable cookie icing.

I have made and used this recipe when I did not have any cream cheese in the kitchen and the bars were still absolutely delicious.  Also, I have baked this in a 9 X 13 cake pan and served it as a dessert.

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What Is On My Mind Today? A Soldier, Priest and Courage

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There was a soldier on an island in the Pacific during World War II wishing he was home and anywhere but there.  His military unit had been on that beach for over a week. They were staging for a big offensive against the heavily dug in Japanese.

This wasn’t the soldier’s first rodeo.  He had been in several tough fights and knew that this one was going to be no different and probably worse.

Engrossed in his thoughts, the soldier didn’t see the army’s priest walked up to him.  The priest had sought him out knowing that the soldier was a Christian, practiced the Catholic faith, and would soon be ordered to advance into battle.

The priest took his pastoral role very seriously and always tried to visit with soldiers before they were ordered into a fight.  This day was no different and by the pale anxious face of this soldier, the priest thought that the kid could use some company and sat down.

The priest looked at the boy and asked him if he was ready for confession.  The young man’s head reared back from the force of his laugh as he responded, “Father, I have been on this beach all week, I have had no opportunities to sin.”  Well, the priest thought about that and asked the soldier if he was sure.  The soldier was certain that the tally sheet of his soul was clean, at least for that week.

The priest wasn’t born yesterday, nor did he look like it, and knew that there were plenty of ways for young men to offend God when they were all gathered together far from home with nothing to lose and no promise of tomorrow.  The priest nodded and asked the soldier, “Is there anything that I can do for you?”

The priest did not have to wait long for the soldier’s answer. The young man blurted out that he feared his luck was running out.  He’d seen too many friends die. Soldiers that were stronger, smarter, better-trained and more faithful than he, had, had their numbers called.  He explained to the priest that with each battle, gun shot, artillery or grenade blast his fear grew.  Battles were becoming harder not easier. His courage had been used up and was gone.  So, yes, there was something the priest could do for him…could he have some courage?

The priest thought about the young man’s request.

He told the young man that everyone is afraid to die…even priests and good Christians.  Only the untruthful would say otherwise and bearing false witness is a confession-able sin. The priest reminded the soldier about the many times he had seen the priest under fire in harm’s way on battlefields ministering to the wounded, dying and performing last rites for the dead.  Right out in the open.  The priest told the soldier that there are times when he is practically paralyzed with fear.

Everyone feels fear the priest told the lad. Especially in situations that are dangerous or life-threatening. If someone tells you they are never afraid….they are lying. The brave and courageous are not fearless, they have just learned to control their response to fear.

The priest then told the young soldier how he finds courage in the face of death.  He repeats the Bible verse, “Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For You are with me.” 

The soldier took the priest’s advice.

During an interview on television sporting a lopsided grin the soldier remembered repeating that biblical phrase hundreds, if not, thousands of times before the end of the World War II…which he survived.

The Twenty-third Psalm, that the priest provided to the soldier, is probably one of the most well-known verses of the Bible.  It was written thousands of years ago by King David…a brave and courageous soldier.  King David knew what it was like to be young, on a battlefield facing death.  However, the circumstances do not matter, King David’s poetic words have given generation after mortal generation peace, reassurance, hope and courage.

Psalm 23: 1-6

23 The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not want.

He makes me to lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside the still waters.

He restores my soul;
He leads me in the paths of righteousness
For His name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil;
For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.

 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;

You anoint my head with oil;
My cup runs over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
All the days of my life;

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord
Forever.

 

 

 

 

What Is On My Mind Today: The Shadow of Death and Then….There Was Light!

 

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Genesis 1:4
Then God said, “Let there be light”; and there was light. And God saw the light, that it was good; and God divided the light from the darkness.

My favorite time of the day is the early morning.  Specifically the crack of dawn. I like its silence, coolness and potential. This morning, like most mornings, my dogs got me up just as the first rays of sunlight escaped the eastern horizon.  The light danced across the landscape and bathed my backyard in a gentle golden haze.

As I was searching for recipes in my computer’s archives, I found this poem I had written well over thirty years ago.  I guess my likes and dislikes really have not changed much through six decades.

The Child Inside

When I was a child, meek and young
I vowed to myself to never miss a rising sun
Excited to greet the hues of new day
Determined not to let life slip away
This morning I watched a new day evolve
I wondered what happened to that small child’s resolve
Her promise was honest
Discovery was real
This morning’s sunrise, again, held a childlike appeal

I love light. It is reassuring, revealing, comforting, illuminating, clarifying and brightens up its surroundings.  Most importantly though, light chases away shadows. Which is important to me, because I have always been afraid of the dark.

Darkness is frightening. It blinds and disguises. Evil seems to be forever lurking within its depths just out of reach of light’s illumination. Light exposes the ominous secrets of darkness and erases its shadows.

Having light at the ready to chase away the shadows of life is essential. Darkness can descend without warning and at any time…like an unexpected pounce by a large wet puppy. Sometimes dark shadows just muddy you up a bit, but there are those times when they knock you completely off your feet.

It doesn’t matter if you are good, bad or indifferent. Christian or not, life’s shadows befall all. Nobody….nobody….gets to dance in the sunshine their entire life. There will be days of illness, anxiety and a time to face your own or someone you love’s death. Morality is a kept promise and death the black hole of shadows.

Matthew 4:16
“The people who sat in darkness have seen a great light, And upon those who sat in the region and shadow of death Light has dawned.”

Job was a fellow in the Bible whose life and very existence became consumed by shadows. One right after another. Really, really dark ones.  His home was destroyed. All of his children killed.  He became sick, covered with sores, homeless, bankrupt and the object of disdain, ridicule and mockery by his former friends and neighbors.  His wife, instead of supporting him and providing help, told him to just hurry up and die.  Yup, Job definitely experienced the shadows of life.

Amazingly, though severely tested, Job’s faith in God never wavered.  He wrote, “The key to surmounting life’s shadows is and always will be light.”  No matter how dark and overwhelming the shadows became, Job looked to the light…..God.

As a Christian woman who has lost several babies, loved ones, suffered through a major depression and who has fought cancer twice, I know a bit about how hard it can be to see light at the end of a long dark tunnel.  In truth, that tunnel often felt more like an escape-proof, inky black quick-sand filled bottomless pit. At times the darkness seemed to suck the air from my chest and light out of my soul.

I have sat alone in darkness and learned that even during vicious shadow attacks when  I couldn’t see God, he always saw me.  Believers in Jesus Christ don’t need to fear that disease, death or any of the other multitudes of shadows in this world have the power to separate them from the love of God.  God and Jesus are the hope for the hopeless.  They do not abandon their children in times of need.

John 10:27-30 

27 My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me. 28 And I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; neither shall anyone snatch them out of My hand. 29 My Father, who has given them to Me, is greater than all; and no one is able to snatch them out of My Father’s hand. 30 I and My Father are one.”

There comes a peace that passes all understanding when you cease worrying about holding on to God, because you know that he holds on to you.  He will never let go.

Deuteronomy 31:8
And the Lord, He is the One who goes before you. He will be with you, He will not leave you nor forsake you; do not fear nor be dismayed.”

During those times when I was overcome by shadows and my heart and mind silently screamed, “My God, my God, why has thou forsaken me!.”  I may not have seen light, but there was light. The light of God’s love shown though others. It was there when my husband cared for me, when a nurse was extra gentle just to be kind, when a doctor provided hope or humor, when family, friends and neighbors stopped by to provide love, help and encouragement.  And when complete strangers let their lights shine by praying for me.

Matthew 5:16
“Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven.”

Shadows will come and go. Light lasts forever. Look for it. Choose to seek and love the light.

John 8:12 . 
Jesus spoke to them again, saying, “I am the light of the world. He who follows Me shall not walk in darkness, but have the light of life.” 

What a wonderful promise! 

 

What Is On My Mind Today? An Old Rocking Chair, Grandma Esther, Aunt Ida and Mothers’ Day

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Grandma Esther’s Chair

One of my greatest treasures is a very old mission oak rocking chair that belonged to my grandmother Esther.  It is a rather small chair, as chairs for adults go, so I just fit in it.  It is my safe place.

Every one should have a safe place. Sitting in that chair makes me feel protected almost like when I was a tiny little girl being held tight and rocked to sleep by her loving grandmother. I rocked both of my children to sleep in that chair, just as my grandmother had done hers. It was in that chair I sank after the loss of my babies. I had to be with grandma, after all she understood.  She had lost baby Ruth Marie and her handsome son Wendell in the Korean War.

I needed grandma during those dark days and on many others.  Somehow she still seems to be present in that old chair. Unfortunately, I have not always been able to seek peace in that chair. Many times, in recent years, I have desperately wanted to spend time there.  However, getting into that chair had been made impossible by my painful spinal fractures from cancer.  One of my greatest joys, in addition to being able to walk again, was being able to get into that old chair again.  How wonderful it felt to be able to sit there and read the Bible….a book grandma had taught me to love. It felt like going home.

Many prayers have been said in that chair.  Both hers and mine.  I am sure we both have rocked in that chair heartbroken and teary-eyed praying for those we love.  Begging for strength, courage and faith. Surrendering to, “Thy Will Be Done.”

Back and forth, back and forth until that old chair somehow absorbed enough emotional anguish to create hope.

My Great Aunt Ida sent me this poem over thirty years ago.  It arrived shortly after I had returned home from the hospital after losing another baby.  Aunt Ida knew that I needed my grandma, and this poem sounds like it was written about Grandma Esther.

This poem reminded me that I was not the only mother in the world that had lost children or fought serious illness.  I wouldn’t be the last.  If grandma could get through it, with the help of God….so could I!

Right there and then, God, grandma and perseverance got me out of that old rocking chair.

Grandmother’s Bible

by Kathleen Novis

This is Grandmother’s Bible, just as she left it when,
She went upstairs in the darkness, not to come down again.
Night after night she read it, thin old hand on the page,
Spectacles on the kind old eyes that were tired and dim with age.

Night after night we saw her, deep in her thought and prayer;
Then came the night we missed her—looked and she was not there;
Not there—yet the candle was burning—her glasses lay on the Book;
The chair and the chimney corner looked just as they used to look;

And we went to her room, to find her kneeling down by her bed—
Just as if she were praying; but the life and the spirit had fled.
Eighty years in God’s service, daughter, mother and wife.
Now she had gone to praise Him still in that higher life.

Eighty years in God’s service, and for seventy she had read,
Some part of His Holy teaching before she went up to bed.
In days of joy or of sorrow, when famine came to the farms,
And the little child that was dearest went from her loving arms,

When her daughters left her in marriage, when she yearned for her soldier son,
Grandmother turned to her Bible, and murmured, “Thy will be done”.

Somebody closed the Bible, somebody moved her chair,
Out of the chimney corner, that we might not miss her there.
Yet we feel she is some how near us, not quite has she gone away,
From her children and children’s children who learned at her knees to pray.

Something helpful and Holy lies like a fragrant spell,
Twixt the covers of Grandmother’s Bible, whose pages she loved so well.

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Mothers’ Day is about recognizing and celebrating the love of moms, grandmothers and… Great Aunt Ida’s.  May you give the most precious gift you can to your mother this Mother’s Day…your time.

Happy Mothers’ Day!

 

Grandma Pat Letters: Cat Warfare….Abraham Lincoln, the Donner Party and the Zombie Apocalypse Catastrophe

Dear Kids,

I hope that you have put down the electronic gadgets that were your entertainment for the long cold winter days, and are outside enjoying Minnesota’s beautiful spring weather.  I had yellow finches, an oriole, a ruby-crested gross beak and an army of squirrels at my bird feeder so far this week. I have my new bird bath out there, but no birds have used it yet.

We sure did have a long cold winter this year.  Cold early and then blizzards through April.  Oh, well, it just makes one appreciate the other three seasons of the year so much more.

This past winter reminded me a very severe winter of long ago.  It is still considered one of the worst winters to ever hit the Sierra Nevada mountains.  It was the winter of 1846-47, and it trapped a group of emigrants bound for California in the mountains.  This group of folks became the infamous Donner Party….the “Cannibal Emigrants”.

In case you don’t know, cannibals are people who eat other people.  You have them in some of your video games. For the Donner Party cannibalism was no game…it was to survive.

There is so much more to the story of the Donner Party than just getting grossed out by their dining choices. It is a really good illustration of a really bad case of poor listening skills. An extreme example of what happens when good advice is ignored and the foretold disaster strikes with a vengeance.  Like when parent’s or grandparent’s advice is disreguarded, and there is nothing left to do but dry the inevitable tears.

They chose to take an untried shortcut, and, like with most untried shortcuts, this one led to…catastrophe.

The Donner Party was a group of 89 men, women and children that set out from Springfield, Illinois in 1846 to homestead in California. Yes, they were from the same town as Abraham Lincoln and knew him.  In fact, James Frazier Reed, a member of the Donner Party, and James Clyman, mountain man, actually fought in the same military company as Lincoln during the Black Hawk Indian War of 1832.

JamesMargaretReed-EJames and Margaret Reed, Springfield, Illinois residents and Donner Party members.  

Interestingly, the friendships with members of the Donner Party were not the only Lincoln connection. More than 163 years after the Donner disaster a set of military documents partially penned by the 16th U.S. president was found among Mr. Reed’s papers.

The documents were the official soldier lists for the company of mounted Illinois volunteers that Lincoln had joined. The documents show that Private Abraham Lincoln, was 23 years old, owned a horse worth $85 and had $15 of additional equipment.  Lincoln also had a government issued tent that he was to return at the end of his military service.

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Early Photograph of Abraham Lincoln

Several Lincoln scholars have confirmed that Lincoln had handwritten the title of one of the muster rolls.  A muster roll is a list of names a military officer uses to take attendance of his soldiers.  Just like a teacher would do at school. It reads, “Muster Roll of Captain Jacob M. Earleys [sic] Company of Mounted Volunteers Mustered out of the service of the United States By order of Brigadier General Atkinson of the United States army on White Water Rivers of Rock River on the 10th day of July 1832.”

Lincoln’s company never saw any military action, but he was elected captain. He later said this was one of his life’s greatest honors.  Years later speaking on the floor of Congress, Lincoln summarized his soldiering experience, “By the way, Mr. Speaker, did you know I am a military Hero? Yes sir; in the days of the Black Hawk war, I fought, bled, and came away…. I had a good many bloody struggles with the mosquitoes; and, although I never fainted from loss of blood, I can truly say I was often very hungry.”

Hunger was often a constant companion to those traveling west to California during the 1800’s.  They had to carry all of their food, and much of their water with them.  The small wagons pulled by either oxen, mules or horses had to contain everything needed to survive the almost 2,000 mile trip.

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In the 1800’s there were no grocery stores along either the Oregon or California trails.  There was a trading post or two, but they were few and far between.  You had to take personal responsibility for your own welfare. So, to ensure your family’s survival all of  food needed for the entire journey was packed into your covered wagon.

A family would usually travel in one or two small sturdy wagons pulled by six to ten oxen.  They often had a milk cow or two along.  As the buffalo and other prairie fresh meat disappeared from over hunting, emigrants began to take cattle with them to provide a fresh meat.

There was no extra space inside one of those canvass covered ships of the prairies. They were filled to the brim.  Food for a family of four consisted of 600 lbs. of flour, 120 lbs. of biscuits, 400 lbs. of bacon, 60 lbs. of coffee, 4 lbs. of tea, 100 lbs. of sugar, and 200 lbs. of lard. In addition there were often sacks of rice and beans and dried fruit. When found on the trail, berries and other wild fruit were picked and made into jam or dried.

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In the spring of 1846 almost 500 fully packed wagons left Independence, Missouri, the starting place of the Oregon and California trails.  The very last group of pioneers to leave that spring were the 32 original members of the Reed and Donner families and their employees.

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There was a tight travel schedule on the California Trail.  Wagon trains needed to head west in the spring as soon as the winters snows had melted, but after grass became available for their mules, horses, oxen and livestock.

donner WagonTrain

The best time to start out was mid to late April. That gave the travelers plenty of time to cross the prairies and deserts and reach the mountain passes well before snow began to fall.

The Donner party not only left last, but they had a late start.  They did not set out until May 12, which did not leave them with any extra time for trail troubles such as illness, broken wagons, bad weather or other natural disasters.

After their first week of travel, the Donner Party was joined by another group of fifty wagons. They traveled 450 miles their first month, but by June 16, they were obviously behind schedule and still had 200 miles to go before they reached Fort Laramie, Wyoming.

Reaching Wyoming was a big deal.  It was there that most wagon trains to California would choose, actually all of them but two and one of those was the Donner Party,  to follow the well-used traditional trail that went north through Idaho before dropping south and across Nevada or try the newly discovered “Hastings Cutoff.”

In 1846, a crook by the name of Lansford Hastings wrote a guide book that promised a straighter and faster route through the mountains and across the Great Salt Lake Desert.  While this idea sounded wonderful to trail weary travelers, there was a problem.  No one, had used this route with wagons not even Mr. Hastings himself!

At this point in  the Donner Party’s journey, James Reed accidentally met up with his old friend from Springfield, Illinois, James Clyman. An experienced mountain man, Clyman had just ridden his horse over Hastings’ trail.  He strongly advised the emigrants not to use the Hastings trail.  He told them, “Don’t do it. Don’t do it because you can’t take wagons that way. Go the old route. Be safe. You’ll perish.”

By July 18 the wagon train had traveled 1,000 miles.  They still had another 1,000 miles to go before they reached California.  On July 20 they were at the crossroads, the members of the wagon train had to decide whether to take the well-established path or try the new Hastings’ route.

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Most of the members of the train chose to take the known route.  However, twenty wagons, including the nine belonging to the Reeds and Donners turned left towards Fort Bridger and the entrance to the “Hastings Cutoff.”  It was at this time that this wagon train officially became the Donner Party, when George Donner was elected to be their leader.

George Donner
George Donner

The “Hastings Cutoff” decision turned out to be a bad one. The trail itself almost killed off these poor folks long before they got trapped by snow in the mountains.  There really was no trail.  The pioneers had to make the trail themselves by cutting down trees.  Their progress slowed to about a mile and a half a day.   Rather than saving them time, Hastings’ shortcut ended up adding nearly a month and an extra 150 miles to the Donner Party’s journey. 

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Salt Lake Dessert

In the late August with desert temperatures soaring over 100 degrees, their thin oxen fatigued and their water supply nearly gone, the Donner Party began to cross the Salt Lake Desert. The desert crossing of 40 miles that had been promised by Hastings to take only two days, in reality was over 80 miles and took six days…..at great cost.

Although Donner Party members were called pioneers, many had left behind middle class affluent homes. They had been town folk. Few had the specific skills and experience necessary to travel through deserts and mountains.  They had no experience in making camps or compounds that protected their livestock. Nor did they know how to interact with Indians.

While no humans lives were lost during the desert crossing.  Oxen became so weak that they, and the wagons they pulled, were abandoned.  That means that all of the supplies in those wagons were lost.  The Reed’s lost nine of their ten oxen when the poor beasts became crazed with thirst, broke free and ran off.  More wagons had to be left behind. Cattle, horses and mules were lost to the desert.

Unfortunately the desert crossing was not the end of livestock loss for the Donner Party. The oxen, cattle, mules and horses that remained were now half-starved and very lean.  Some were too weak to go on and just died.  Others were chased away or killed by Indians.  Indians chased away all the horses owned by one family.  Therefore, another wagon filled with supplies was left behind.

In the dry terrain there was less and less grass which meant that the cattle wandered farther away to graze.  This presented an opportunity to the local Paiutes Indians who captured 18 one evening and a few days later shot another 21.  Indians have to eat too.

By the time they exited the desert, the wagon train had lost almost 100 oxen and cattle and was already running low on food supplies.  The Eddy family’s oxen were killed by Indians and their wagon abandoned.  The family had no food, and other families refused to even help feed their children. Forced to walk, the Eddy’s carried their hungry and thirsty children.  Margaret Reed and her children had also lost their wagon and were on foot.

The loss of human decency is like a ball… it picks up speed as it goes down hill. If the level of civilization in a society is measured by how its strongest members treat its weakest members, the Donner Party quickly became the poster child for the uncivilized.

Spite and selfishness quickly replaced kindness and generosity.  Soon, the cry of a hungry child did not matter unless it was your own.  Hearts hardened.  A seventy-year-old man was thrown out of the wagon in which he was riding.  The wagon’s owner telling him to walk or die.  A few days later the old fellow was last seen sitting next to a stream with feet so swollen they had split open.  He was never seen again.

A younger member of the group pleaded that they should help him.  Nobody listened to him.  All of the other members of the wagon train had decided that a seventy-year old man was a waste of resources. Which is a shame as maybe he was the one who knew how to catch trout, build a fish trap, cache meat above snow levels or make a roof that did not rot or leak.  There is more to human value than youth and physical strength.

A collective sigh of relief was breathed by the Donner Party once the desert was behind them.  Many of them thought the worse was over.

Nope.

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Sierra Nevada Mountains

The most difficult part of the trip was the last 100 miles where the emigrants, wagons and their tired animals had to cross over the Sierra Nevada Mountains.  These are big mountains and are extremely steep.  There are over 500 different distinct peaks, some tower over 12,000 feet high.  Located so close to the ocean, this range of mountains naturally receives more snow than most of the other mountains ranges in western North America.

After losing an additional two months by taking the “Hastings Cutoff”, the Donner Party finally rejoined the traditional trail. (See map below.)  Sadly, it was now well into the month of October.

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Fearing being caught in the mountains the exhausted wagon trail tried to speed up their progress by taking less time to rest themselves and their animals.  Tired and sick of all of the opportunities for personal and profession growth the trip had provided, they began to turn on each other. It wasn’t long before the have’s were charging the have not’s double for food.

Desperate to get over the mountains the Donner Party made one final push in late October.  Surely there was still plenty of time.  They had been told that the mountain passes would remain open until about the middle of November.

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Donner Pass

As it turned out, they got there one day too late.

Snow began to fall.

One family did make it up the nearly vertical 1, 000 foot slope to Truckee Lake (now known as Donner Lake).  However, there were still three impossible miles to reach mountain’s summit.

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Truckee Lake, now known as Donner Lake

Soon the pioneers were blanketed by 5-10 foot snow drifts.  The first storm lasted for eight days. Others followed. While they made many attempts to cross over the mountains, they were never successful.  The snow continued to fall, eventually reaching depths over twenty feet.

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Trees cut off by the Donner Party show snow depth. 

The Donner party was stranded until relief parties from California could reach them and that took months.

And so the famine began…..

Members of the Breen, Graves, Reed, Murphy, Keseberg and Eddy families along with  their workers became stranded at Truckee Lake. They lived in three windowless pine log cabins with dirt floors and flat leaky roofs made out of ox hide or canvas.  There was a hole cut into the side of the cabin to go in or out.

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The Breens occupied one cabin, the Eddys and Murphys another and the Reeds and Graves the last.  The Keseberg family lived in a lean-to attached to the Breen Cabin.  The group at Truckee Lake numbered about 60. Nineteen were men over 18, 12 were women and 29 were children. Six of the children were toddlers or younger.

The Donnor family set up tents several miles away by Alder Creek. These tents housed 21 people; 6 men, 3 women and 12 children.

Right from the beginning there was a food shortage. Each cabin horded their limited supply of food. As oxen died their frozen bodies were stacked.

The lake had not frozen over yet and they could see that there were Lake Trout, but those eastern town folks did not know how to catch trout.  Although, why they did not build a fish trap or blast them to the surface with either dynamite or a gun powder charge is beyond me.  Obviously, their great uncles did not fish with dynamite or teach them how to make fish traps like mine did.  Furthermore, it was shocking to learn that horse and oxen carcasses became exposed in the spring thaw.  If you didn’t have the strength to dig down to the meat, fire melts snow.

One fellow did shoot a bear, but that wasn’t much meat to share among so many people.

Desperation grew.  Still. there was no cannibalism…

Franklin Graves made 14 pairs of snowshoes out of parts from oxen harnesses and hide.  Then, on December 16, a group of 17 set off to attempt to get through the mountain pass and bring back help. They packed lightly and only took a six-day supply of food and a blanket each.  In addition the group were armed with a rifle, hatchet and a couple of pistols.  Two of those without snowshoes had to turn back almost right away.  The first evening out the party made one more set of snowshoes out of a pack saddle.

This Donner Party group became known as the “Forlorn Hope.”  They had a terrible time, just reaching the mountain’s summit.  It took almost three days. When they started down the other side the bright sunshine on the snow made most of them go “snowblind.” They couldn’t see, were running out of food and became lost.

After walking in the deep snow for another two days without food, it was proposed that they needed to kill one of their members to feed the others.  They drew straws, then did not have the heart to kill the person who lost.

On they went.  Only to have another blizzard stop them.

As they huddled together in the storm, two fellows died.  Another fellow went nuts, stripped himself naked and ran into the woods, only to return and die within a couple of hours.  One of the youngest members of the group was dying, to try and save him, the others decided to eat the dead naked guy.  Probably because he was already undressed and as fate would have it, he had been the first person to suggest they resort to cannibalism.

The next morning they processed the other three dead bodies to use as food.  They dried the meat so it would not rot, then carefully marked it to ensure that nobody ate their own relatives.  I guess thoughtfulness like that counts in moments like those.

Soon, they were again without food.  So they ate the leather in their snowshoes as they eyed their two Indian guides as potential nourishment.   The guides were tipped off to the murderous plans and took off.  Unfortunately about nine days later the pioneers found the Indians close to death laying in the snow. They shot them and ate them.  These poor Indians were the only people known to be murdered for food.

On January 12 the seven surviving members of the “Forlorn Hope” found help in an Indian camp.  The Indians took one look at these scary skeletal figures emerging from the dark forest and immediately decided the zombie apocalypse had begun and ran away.  Eventually, they returned and shared their food with their fellow human beings who were so very starved. The trip of the “Forlorn Hope” had taken 33 days.  Of the seven survivors only two were men.  All  five women had survived.

After the “Forlorn Hope” had left the Lake Truckee camp, two-thirds of those remaining were children.

Life at the camp went from bad to worse. Once food supplies were gone, the pioneers ate ox hide.  They boiled it into a nasty glue-like jelly.  Ox and horse bones were boiled again and again to make soup. The Murphy children ate the ox hide rug that was in front of the fire place.  Mice were caught an eaten. There is about 14 calories in a roasted mouse.

By January the situation had become so severe that the emigrants began eating the ox hide cabin roofs. Soon the lack of food made the people so weak that they spent most of their days in bed.

It became every family for themselves.  In fact, one day, the Graves family came to collect on a debt owed them by the Reeds. They took all of the Reeds ox hides leaving them with no food whatsoever.  Apparently, Mrs. Graves had forgotten the golden rule of doing onto others as you would want them to do for you.  I have read that the only family where all of the members survived, and that did not practice cannibalism, was the Reeds.  Mrs. Graves did not survive and got her just desserts by becoming someone’s dessert.

In California concerns over the missing wagon train caused people to organize several rescue attempts.  Early attempts failed, but on February 18 a rescue party finally reached the camp.  When they got there they did not see anyone.  All of the cabins were completely covered with snow.  Soon heads began to poke out of the snow. The rescue party shared food with the starving emigrants.

Twenty-three people were chosen to go with the rescue party, leaving twenty-one in the cabins at Truckee Lake and twelve at Alder Creek.

There were no deaths in the Donner Party between the departure of the first relief party and the arrival of the second.  This was probably due to them eating their dead.  This is when the cannibalism began in the camps.

The second relief party took 17 emigrants with them.  Only three were adults.  That left five people at the Truckee Lake camp.  At the Donner camp at Alder creek, Tamsen Donner, the mother, chose to stay with her husband who was slowly dying from an infection. She also kept three of their daughters with them.

During the five months that the Donner Party was stranded in the mountains, almost half of that time rescue teams knew where they were.  There were four relief teams and it took well over two months to get all of the survivors back to civilization. The last person to be rescued was Lewis Keseberg.  He was found in  April of 1847, completely crazy sitting among the have eaten bodies of his former companions.

Of the 89 emigrants who left Independence, Missouri on May 12, 1846, 42 died of disease or starvation.  Five people died before the party reached the mountains. 81 became stranded in the mountains.  Of those, more than half were younger than 18.

Age, gender and family support were the most important survival factors.  Those most likely to die were children under six and adult single males over the age 35.  Sixty-six percent of males aged between 20 and 39 died.

Women were more likely to survive, because of their naturally slow metabolism and extra body fat. That is the only light in this otherwise dark tale, I didn’t make me fat, nature did.

Children made up the vast majority of the the Donner Party survivors.  In fact, Isabella Breen, only a year old during that disastrous winter, lived to be ninety-years-old. She died in 1935.

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Isabella Breen

No adults over the age of 49 survived.

Of the dozen or so families that were in the Donner Party, only two families reached California without having any family members die…the Reeds and the Breens.  George and Jacob Donner, their wives and four of the children all died. William Eddy, lost his wife and two children.  The children of Jacob Donner, George Donner, and Franklin Graves were orphaned and most of the Murphy family died.

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Breen home in San Juan Bautista, California

The story of the Donner party just goes to show that when people ignore the voice of experience, they do so at their own peril.  After a God-given encounter with James Clyman, a friend and frontier man, they chose to disregard his wise counsel and still take the “Hastings Cutoff.”  Their troubles really began when they came to the conclusion that they were smarter than the expert.

The Bible tells us over and over again that knowledge is not the same thing as wisdom.  Knowledge by itself can be dangerous.  Wisdom is superior to knowledge, because it combines knowledge with experience.  Wisdom requires a process of ripening and that takes time.

In truth, had the Donner party listened to the man who had knowledge and experience their cannibalistic catastrophe would never have taken place. They were less victims of happen chance than of pride. I guess in addition to ignoring the golden rule the Donner Party forgot that God tells us that pride comes before the fall or in their case…the snowfall.

I am not going to worry a bit about the grossness of this story, because I have seen the video games you play.

Have a great week and I love you very much.

Grandma Pat

What is On My Mind Today? God Is Dead, Nietzsche, Ego and a Miracle

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“God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?”

― Friedrich Nietzsche

Yes, Nietzsche was on to something. Too bad that his quote,”God is Dead,” has too often been removed from the entire context. I like this quote by Friedrich Neitzsche….it seems so very true. God is dead to many people, because they killed him.

When God died, the human experience changed. Life ceased to be precious, as people became addicted to being precious.  Human existence no longer had any meaning, life became merely a “journey”.  Suicide is an acceptable end to the journey and death a celebration.  The loving God, that cannot do evil or tempt anyone with evil, only resurfaces from his public demise when a scapegoat is needed each time evil rears its ugly head.

Reverence and fear of God has been exchanged for worship of science, nature, wealth, power, social justice, atheism, gender, fashion…basically anything and everything. Becoming gods, humans worshiped at the alter of self-esteem.  Sometimes, I fear our generation’s entire earthly existence will be represented by the “selfie”…the symbolic moralization of self-absorption.

Why did humans kill off God?  They had too!  It became obvious that human brains had evolved to be smarter than God, especially the Biblical God. Nihilism replaced hell and eternal life in paradise.  When nihilism was combined with scientific advancement and social justice God became obsolete.

Obviously the Creator of DNA and all of the laws of physics and chemistry that makes life on this planet possible did not mentally, morally or socially keep pace with human intellectual development.  Those in the know, understood that as humans increased in intellect, reason and stature, God did the opposite.  He became an impediment to the advancement intellectualism and the social goal of extinguishing personal responsibility, conscience and guilt. He had not kept pace and it was time for Him to go.

And, these folks were right!  It is true.  God does not change.  It says so right in Bible.

Hebrews 13:8 

Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.” 

Jesus himself said,

Matthew 5:17-18
“Do not think that I have come to abolish the Law or the Prophets; I have not come to abolish them but to fulfill them. 18 For truly I tell you, until heaven and earth disappear, not the smallest letter, not the least stroke of a pen, will by any means disappear from the Law until everything is accomplished.

Revelation 22:13

I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.

So, did you ever wonder why it took thousands and thousands of generations before humans convinced themselves that they were smarter than God because they could ponder the mysteries of the universe?  Thinking requires free time and a certain amount of wealth.  It’s hard to delve into complex theoretical concepts with an empty belly while fighting a saber-tooth tiger trying to save yourself and your prodigy from an unpleasant end with stone tools tied on to a stick. Deep thinking requires uninterrupted time in a safe environment.

The early church, specifically the Catholic Church, provided that safe place.  Christianity and science have not always been diametrically opposed and in reality they are not now. The early church encouraged and helped finance scientific discovery.   After all, what does the church have to fear from science?  Science will not ever prove the existence or lack there of…of God. Science is the study of the known and unknown.  Religion is, by faith, the acceptance of the unknowable.

An example of an unknowable that science cannot explain are miracles.  Most scientists will admit that miracles do occur.  Such as the story this week about Trenton McKinley who was brain dead and woke up after his parents signed organ donation papers.  Even, his doctors attribute his miraculous recovery to God.

Trenton McKinley recalled, “I was in an open field walking straight. There’s no other explanation but God. There’s no other way. Even doctors said it.”

Saints preserve us, but educated doctors in the year 2018 acknowledge that God is alive, well and still performing miracles.  The miracles performed in biblical scripture are no different, than those that defy explanation today.  A miracle is a miracle.

I do not believe that humans will never have the ability to out think the creator of the universe. To think so elevates arrogance to a whole new level.   Only God is all knowing and He is not mocked.  Did you know that God laughs at those who plot against him?  It says so in scripture:

Psalm 2 1-4

“Why do the nations rage,
And the people plot a vain thing?
The kings of the earth set themselves,
And the rulers take counsel together,
Against the Lord and against His Anointed, saying,
“Let us break Their bonds in pieces
And cast away Their cords from us.”

He who sits in the heavens shall laugh;
The Lord shall hold them in derision.”

 

Many great cultures that no longer exist have rejected God and worshiped secular humanism.  Human rejection is nothing new to God.  All the same, he continues to love us unconditionally.  His loving and merciful nature provides humanity with a pathway to reject and escape nihilism, give earthly lives meaning and ensure spending eternity in heaven.

John 3:16 

16 God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son. Anyone who believes in him will not die but will have eternal life.

The real miracle is that God is the same yesterday, today and forever and he loves us. 

 

 

 

Children’s Story: On Grandmother’s Knee

After my post yesterday about my grandmother, I thought that I would reblog this children’s story and add the illustrations.

The Swedish Farmer's Daughter

When I was growing up on the farm, I spent lots of time with my Grandmother Esther.    I remember my grandmother.

The life of Esther Kronbeck was not an easy one.  She was the oldest child in a very poor pioneer immigrant household with a sickly mother.  When her mother died, her funeral was held on my grandmother’s birthday.

She spent most of her youth, raising her younger siblings. Her youngest sister always said that she was more of a mother to them, than sister.

As a child she  worked hard doing chores, cooking, cleaning, and did the family sewing. Her siblings always said that she was good fun, laughed a lot and saw to it that special moments in their lives were recognized, even when they weren’t in her own.   They described her as a treasure.

Her sister once told me of a Christmas, when they were so poor…

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