Thursday, November 22, 2007


This is the Jim Bunch ready to eat as soon as Billy's mom sits down, she took the picture, and we say the Blessing, thanking God for all our blessings this year.

The other side of the table was as hungry as we were.

Adi says Happy Thanksgiving too! She doesn't look it now, but Adi has already been sick. She's the first. A shrimp dropped on the floor, Adi ate it quickly, and it made Adi sick, quickly.

Today we are eating with Karen, Billy, and BP. The table is set, but we are all in the kitchen preparing food and having hors d'oeuvres with white wine or soft drinks. This would be called 'pre-appetizers' but I think we ate the brie w/ baguette which is on her menu. Maybe not. We'll see.

Below is Karen's menu.

At the upper right are the attendees. Eight adults and three children. Billy's parents and sister with her family are here besides Mrs. Jim and me.

The left hand side is the date of preparation.

Next are listed the five courses we are to eat. Karen enlisted help from her mother-in-law, sister-in-law, and Mrs. Jim for making quite a bit of the food on the menu.

Remember Karen is an accountant by training and a financial analyst and forecaster by experience. Everything has to be in order. Karen has been making lists, menus, and plans since she learned about Santa.

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Thanksgiving 1632, from a letter in our family -- Happy Thanksgiving, Y'all from the Jim family

“To Miss Ruth Fletcher,
“Srcoby, England.
“Most dearly beloved sister, Governor Winthrop has informed us that ye Lyon will soon set sail for England so I will give this letter to Richard Gardner, who will bring it to you when he come to Scrooby, that you may know how we are faring in the new land. While we have endured many hard ships one repents not, he has come hither or desires to go back for we count happiness enough that we are free to enjoy God and Jesus Christ. We will shortly have a church in a settlement near here, which is called Boston and there will soon be many others for all do exult in ye escapt from oppression and are happy to continue here. You cannot think how full of courage these Pilgrims be.


A ship came into ye harbor at Charleston, laden with provisions, and was not that good cause for Thanksgiving? I believe that will grow into a custom of keeping days of thankfulness’ to God for away cut here we feel how much we have to depend on His good providence and we praise Him that He has brought us safely through so many hard ways. Do you know how Grovernor Bradford, ye first year after coming to Plymouth appointed a day of Thanksgiving in November and had a fine dinner of game and deer meat and fruit and many other de-licacies and had for guests ye Indian Chief Massasoit and his warriors? Ch[sic] but I think that was a time of real rejoicing for those pilgrims that had been guided by God across ye Great Ocean and been sum lied with so many good things and had been befriended by ye savages.


Robert made ye journey to Plymouth which is more than 12 leagues, from here, hoping to find where ye body of our dear brother, Moses [Fletcher, sic] is laid, but as you know the place was made into field so that ye savages might not know how many had died and he could not find ye spot but it is with God."

1. Biographical Summary:
Moses Fletcher [who came over on the Mayflower] died the first winter [in Massachusets], his children staying in Leyden, Holland. None of his children came to America, so Moses Fletcher's descendants are Dutch, and live in the Netherlands. For more detailed information on the known descendants of Moses Fletcher, see the Mayflower Quarterly, Vol. 41. His descendants do not carry the Fletcher surname, because in Holland children's surnames were derived from their father's first name.
(Moses Fletcher geneology records,

2. This is from a family letter which was published in the Blair, Nebraska, newspaperr on September 29, 1949. It was originally found in the 1900 Herman (Nebraska) Record. My greatgrandfather was Freeman Edward Fletcher from Maine.
I have reproduced this letter, using OCR (optical character recognition) of a scan. My orginal is a copy of the letter typed in 1949. It is on my blog, link.

3. Read the entire letter, click here.

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Tuesday, November 20, 2007

June Bug . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . No, it's November, 2007, bug

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Please don't eat the daisies

This fellow would have chased me down the hall had I antangonized him the least bit.

We have a hard time keeping him in daisies, he eats about two dozen a day.

To see my other June Bug posts, click here.

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Sunday, November 18, 2007

Adi Can . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Well, what IS she doing?

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Since we couldn't understand Adi's dog talk even IF she could preach, I have found a couple of pretty good messages for today (see note below).

First is by friend, Jamie Dawn, she tells of what would be a hard time for many at their community and church this week. Her sermon is entitled, "Easy Faith, Hard Faith, & Mega Hard Faith." (link)

Second is by my friend, Dale. Dale went with us to Guatemala and was inspired by an experience his passport. His message is "My Passport," where he tells of his Passport to Heaven, without which he couldn't go. (link)

And this Sunday, the 18th, is Raggedy's birthday! (link)



Note, if we could understand Adi, this would be her message:

Psalm 100

A psalm. For giving thanks.

1 Shout for joy to the LORD, all the earth.
2 Worship the LORD with gladness;
come before him with joyful songs.

3 Know that the LORD is God.
It is he who made us, (and not we ourselves) we are his;
we are his people, the sheep of his pasture.

4 Enter his gates with thanksgiving
and his courts with praise;
give thanks to him and praise his name.

5 For the LORD is good and his love endures forever;
his faithfulness continues through all generations.

Psalm 100 (New International Version Bible -- Link)

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