Odds 'n Ends
The legendary 50,000 watt Chicago blowtorch!
Photos
Giant painted fiberglass corn forms!
The mansion of Judge David Davis is in Bloomington IL. He was behind Abraham Lincoln's rise to national power.
Frederick MD Community Bridge Mural
These photos were taken at the "Community Bridge" mural in downtown Frederick, MD (which was founded in 1743!)
"The Queen City of the Cornbelt"
as declared in the old Fairbury Blade newspaper.
Replacing a 200,000 gallon fire prevention system reservoir.
Nature center on the Vermilion River near Pontiac, Illinois
Located along the Illinois River between Ottawa and Utica.
More Stuff
Homeshield History
If you are or were an employee of Homeshield, aka Nichols-Homeshield, aka American Screen Company, in Chatsworth, IL, or a current or former resident of Chatsworth, you will enjoy browsing through these old Homeshield newsletters from the early '60s.
WLS Radio 890 History!
If you live in or are from the Midwest, try some radio nostalgia! This link is a history of WLS, with lots of content. You can also get CD's of Vol. 1 - 4 of Animal Stories, (with Uncle Larr and Little Tommy), here! Some of the funniest stuff ever heard on radio!
Are you a non-profit organization or small business in need of a Web site or a re-design? I can help.
Pride's Demise
I
see this heap of molten mail I’d so depended on
Now melted in the morning’s glow beneath the risen Son.
I shiver in my nakedness, an arrow through my heart,
My wound is all that’s left to me, the armor fell apart.
I see inside the swirling haze the sorrow of my past -
The raging pride, the arrogance, now pale in death at last.
I moan for they had been my friends, had formed for me a shield,
The all-consuming self-defense to which my flesh would yield.
I bow my head in open shame, allow myself to weep,
How cursed was that armor’s weight that lulled my heart to sleep.
I grieve at what the armor wrought; destruction, anguish, lies.
I wrench the arrow from my heart, at last with no disguise.
To see the fruit of slumber’s night, to sing its dark refrain,
Engulfs my mind in deep despair until I hear my name.
The Son calls me to lift my eyes and burns their shame with fire,
His glory comes to clothe my flesh and be my new attire.
I stand and watch the Morning Star complete His freeing task,
To walk away arrayed in light is more than I could ask.
To don the robes of righteousness, to move in love’s embrace,
Is mercy in its finest hour within the arms of grace.
Forgiveness - such an awesome gift to one who danced with death.
Repentance - such a deep response to Him whom I have met.
I see this heap of molten mail I’d so depended on
Now glaring in its final hour beneath the risen Son.
And I will never bear its weight or sweat beneath its frame,
For I have known the freeing power of Him who calls my name.
Holly Christmas Wallace
1988
Copyright (©) 1988 Holly C. Wallace
Used with permission by the author.