September 6th, 2014

the chosen spirits who would not bow the knee to Baal

It is 7:21 AM Saturday morning here. I got up around 6 o'clock AM this morning. I got up made coffee and then messed with our main computer. I ate a sweet roll with coffee for breakfast. I will soon start my diet.

This morning I volunteer at the Herrick Public Library used books store from 10 AM til 1 PM. After volunteering at the library book nook I will come home and maybe watch some college football. Right now I do not feel like doing anything but finding someplace to hide.

Last night I read my biography "Flaubert" by Brown and listened to music. I went to bed early. Now it is another day.

Not much else to report. I did skype Beth and Louisa yesterday afternoon. I wanted to see baby Lou and see how things were going. I want our grandchildren to know us. I never really got to know my grandparents. Apparently my grandmother died young and my grandfather was not around when I was growing up. My grandfather died the same year my mother died, 1968. Since I never knew my father I never met his father or mother.

Well I suppose I will close to drift. There is no way of escape.
  • Current Mood
    contemplative contemplative

old diary entry who was who

who was who

Beatty, James Laughead, cons. engr.; b. Uniontown Pa., Nov. 29, 1893; p. John Calvin and Anna (Laughead). E. B.S. State Coll. 1915; m. Maude Hewitt June 30,1920 (dec.) m. 2d. Rubie Rae Hill July 3,1924 (dec.) children Billie Rae (Mrs. C. C. Cook). James Lamar, Valerie Ann (Mrs. John Thomas). Chemist, plant. engr. . . Home: Berkeley, CA. Died May 11, 1968

James L. Beatty was my Grandfather. Billie Rae was my Aunt. James Lamar Beatty was my Uncle and Valerie Ann was my Mother-they are all dead now. I never knew my Grandma Rubie Rae. My mother died Dec. 21,1968 coming home from work. She was killed by a speeding ambulance. There was no funeral for my mother. She was cremated. I do not know where her ashes are at? My Aunt died many years ago from throat cancer. I do not remember how my Uncle died? My Grandfather died from diabetes. I still have two Bibles my Grandfather gave me as Christ Mass gifts. I have one those Bibles next to me right now. It is signed Johnny Keen Dec. 1960. I wrote underneath from Grandpa 1960.

My mother was killed when she was 35 years old. I was 16 years old at the time of her death. My mother's death had a profound effect on me. I am always waiting for one of my loved ones to die. Every day I am expecting it all to end and back to being alone on the streets. When it comes to an end I tell myself "It has been a good ride, but now it is over." I am always waiting for the house to burn down. I am always waiting for death to strike one of us the Keen pack. Death is always waiting in the shadows ready to pounce. How long will my luck hold out? When will the sky crack and the earth explode?

6:18 p.m. - 2003-09-19
  • Current Mood
    contemplative contemplative

he had a bourgeois horror of the bourgeois

This day has gone by normal. I had a normal time at the library book nook. While at the book nook I read "Flaubert: A Biography" by F. Brown. I brought home from the book nook three used books to ADD to our library.

"The Book Shop" a novel by Penelope Fitzgerald

"Castles Of Steel: Britain, Germany, and the Winning of the Great War at Sea" by Robert K. Massie

"Mapping The World: Maps And Their History" by Nathaniel Harris (I brought home this book for Carol, because she loves maps/looking at maps.)

When I got home from the book nook I ate food and wrote in my paper diary. This afternoon I have been off and on watching college football.

Outside it is 73 degrees and sunny. Not much else to write so I will close.

I got out to read this evening once again "Flaubert" a biography by Benjamin F. Bart. When I reflect on the life of Gustave Flaubert these verses from the Epistle to the Galatians come to my mind, "Do not be deceived, God is not mocked; for whatever a man sows, that he will reap. For he who sows to his flesh will of the flesh reap corruption, but he who sows to the Spirit will of the Spirit reap everlasting life" Galatians 6:7,8. Flaubert sowed to his flesh and reaped corruption. It is a mystery how out of that mass of corruption Flaubert was able to created a work of Art. Common Grace must be the answer. We can't condemned all Art created by men and women outside of the orbit of saving grace. How are Christians to approach the writings of men like Flaubert? Take heed lest we fall also into the same mass of corruption "do not be deceived, God is not mocked".
  • Current Music
    Liars "Mess"