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    Cornfed, Countrified, and Consecrated
    Cornfed, Countrified, and Consecrated
    Cornfed, Countrified, and Consecrated
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    Cornfed, Countrified, and Consecrated

    By Dorothy Dale

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    In her poetry, Dorothy aims to convey her conviction that God presides over the universe and attends to all the cares and concerns of His creation. Dorothy relates practical truths from her life experiences and her Christian growth.
    Dr. C.H. Christopher
    Pastor, Southwest Baptist Church
    Crossville, TN
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    I grew up on a farm in southwest Michigan. We had no electricity, no running water, and an “outhouse” in the back yard. We got electricity the year I graduated from high school. The beauty of growing up in a rural area in the 1940s was that we didn’t know any other way of life. With little communication, we thought everyone lived just the way we did.

    I have become used to modern conveniences. I really wouldn’t want to go back to the “good old days”. But if some tragic disaster should happen, and I had to live off the land, I know that I could survive.

    I started writing poems at the age of 15 as a way of expressing my deepest feelings, which were (and still are) difficult for me to share orally.

    The poems and stories here are all pieces of my life. They chronicle my thoughts and lessons learned from the time I was growing up country, through love’s joys and agonies, surviving the death of a loving husband, to a life of service to God. I know now that through it all God was watching over me even though, for many years, I was unaware of His care.

    Dorothy Dale
    ____

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDorothy Dale
    Release dateJul 28, 2012
    ISBN9781452488165
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      Cornfed, Countrified, and Consecrated - Dorothy Dale

      CORNFED, COUNTRIFIED, AND CONSECRATED

      Musings and Inspirations from a Life Well-Lived

      By Dorothy Dale

      Published by DMD Productions

      Copyright © 2012 Dorothy Dale

      Smashwords Edition

      This book is available in print at most online retailers.

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      DEDICATION

      First, I thank the Lord Who gave me some talent and Who continually forms thoughts in my mind which I just have to write down.

      A special thank you to friends through the years who have encouraged me to put my poems in a book: to the Plateau Writers and the Write Touch Inspirational Writers groups who inspired me to keep on writing: and to Rev. Charles Christopher whose sermons have given me many ideas for poems and essays.

      And lastly, to DJ Westerfield without whose expertise this book would not have been possible.

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      Preface

      Growing up Country

      Through the Year

      All Nature Sings

      A Different Way to Look at Life

      Because I Have Loved

      There's More to the Story

      Observations

      Mission Memories

      A Word From on High

      Do Unto Others

      PREFACE

      I grew up on a farm in southwest Michigan. We had no electricity, no running water, and an outhouse in the back yard. We got electricity the year I graduated from high school. The beauty of growing up in a rural area in the 1940s was that we didn’t know any other way of life. With little communication, we thought everyone lived just the way we did.

      I have become used to modern conveniences. I really wouldn’t want to go back to the good old days. But if some tragic disaster should happen, and I had to live off the land, I know that I could survive.

      I started writing poems at the age of 15 as a way of expressing my deepest feelings, which were (and still are) difficult for me to share orally.

      The poems and stories here are all pieces of my life. They chronicle my thoughts and lessons learned from the time I was growing up country, through love’s joys and agonies, surviving the death of a loving husband, to a life of service to God. I know now that through it all God was watching over me even though, for many years, I was unaware of His care.

      -Dorothy Dale

      GROWING UP COUNTRY SECTION CONTENTS

      LOVELY DANGER: My very first vivid memory. Every detail is etched forever on my mind.

      MAKING DO: We never threw anything away. We were recycling long before anyone had heard the word. Everything could be repurposed.

      COUNTRY GIRL: This is the way I felt about my life in the country at age 15. I still am a country girl at heart.

      MOMMA AND THE COW: One of my favorite memories. We nearly had a lot of beef to eat that winter.

      HAVE YOU EVER: I have always been a nature lover. I feel closest to God while communing with Mother Nature.

      RUSTY’S GIFT: This experience drastically changed my outlook on life. I still remember every moment I spent with this special animal.

      UNEXPLAINED: This is the first time that I was aware that there had to be some mysterious power (God? Guardian Angel?) which was watching over me.

      SPRING STORM: A proof of the unpredictability of the weather in Michigan’s Snow Belt. I never want to be this cold again!

      MY MICHIGAN: This is the way I saw Michigan at the time. But, since making Tennessee my home in 1989, I tell people I can’t help where I was born.

      LOVELY DANGER

      My very first memory is of an incident on a summer day when I was about 2 years old. I was busy learning about the world around me: exploring, touching, and moving on to new adventures. Everything interested me and I had not yet learned to be cautious--that there were unknown dangers in my universe.

      We lived in a small ram-shackled house in the country. The pitcher pump stood just outside the kitchen door. About 100 feet away, at the edge of the wooded hill sloping down to the Black River, was our very own two-seater out house. We did have a basement (better known as a cellar). The cellar stairway was at the side of the house near the kitchen door. It was covered with a crude home-made door which rested on a row of cement blocks along one side, and was attached to the house with two large iron hinges on the other side.

      We owned--or were owned by--a huge black and white dog named Stub. He was mostly German Shepherd, with just enough bull-dog to give him a formidable looking chest, and a little collie for loyalty. He had appointed himself the sole guardian and care-taker of my 6-month old sister and me.

      On this particular day, we had just come home from our monthly trip into town to the grocery store. I toddled behind my mother as she carried my sister in one arm and a bag of groceries in the other. As she stepped through the kitchen door and set the grocery bag on the table, my attention strayed to a movement near the cellar door.

      What an interesting sight!

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