Camp Matigua: The Lost And Forgotten
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{“. . . things a good private investigator must bear in mind.”}
13...“. . . what is becoming obsolete and growing
old is ready to vanish away.”
NKJV ™
Hebrews 8:13
TEA CAKE RECIPE
Great-Grandma
Deanie Annie O’Casey’s
Mix the following 6 ingredients together in a large bowl.
2 sticks of butter, softened
2 cups sugar
2 eggs
2 teaspoons baking powder
¼ cup milk
1 teaspoon vanilla
Add flour until mixture forms soft dough; place dough on floured board and knead until ready to roll. Roll out dough to desired thickness and cut cookies with a jelly jar.
Place on cookie sheet. Bake (at 375º) till tea cakes are lightly brown.
Cool, remove and store in flour sack. Makes approximately 3 dozen.*
*This is the O’Casey family recipe. There is a wealth of tea cake recipes on the Internet. Clarence thinks the best are, usually, simply vanilla.
A good, Christian grandfather makes loving
Jesus Christ so easy.
O Lord, You are my God.
I will exalt You,
I will praise Your name,
For You have done wonderful
things;
Your counsels of old are
faithfulness and truth. NKJV ™
Isaiah 25:1
WHERE GOD AND SINNER INTERSECT
This is a little addition I include . . . just because:
We humans pride ourselves in our achievements
making big bucks off a myriad of inventions, patents and trademarks;
however, as it turns out, God is even more flair-icious . . .
After all, He’s the Creator of masterstrokes.
We’re made in His image
and
He’s seminal, too.
It’s along the order of
Astounding human accomplishments,
Amazing animal tricks
and
Cloddish crime stunts.
I’ve added a few pages for you to pen your own
happenings.
Question: Why doesn’t God ever talk to us? He did
in ancient times.
Answer: Can you step into WalMart’s garden center early spring and not be stunned by the amazing assortment of plants and flowers and trees waving, “Hello. Look at me over here. Buy me; take me home.”
or
view a dog show with every variation imaginable
or
tune into YouTube and not be overwhelmed by the little children doing inexplicable things, things well beyond their years:
babies with adult larynxes, tykes singing Phantom of the Opera,
extraordinarily nimble little fingers and minds of great clarity playing sophisticated melodies on piano and violin
three, four and five year olds pulling off rigorous dance routines and acrobatics
two and three year olds doing deeds of impressive kindness that make their holy angels proud or being brave in ways that bring adults to tears
or
listen to Whitney Houston hurl a song up through clouds and stars and on to heaven itself
and,
not hear God calling out?
“I love you.
See what I can do . . .
what I have done for you?”
Watch out!
GOD
Is everywhere.
You will bump into
Him!
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*
“Sometimes, Virgie, I’ll be looking for something. My eyes’ll be looking straight at it, but my brain won’t recognize it. You think it’s significant?
“Dr. Frank told me to keep my house clutter-free, that it’ll be easier for me if I keep it staid.”
Virginia took a long, considered look around Maggie’s kitchen and whispered under her breath,
“My dear, dear friend . . .”
(“. . . pretty much like Clarence’s trash can.”}
It looked to Virgie like every cup and mug Maggie possessed was sitting out on the kitchen counter . . . some resting lop-sided in others, some on their sides and all encrusted with days-old debris. The sink, too, was overflowing with unwashed dishes, pots and pans, cooking utensils.
“Maggie, this is your best cup. Please, won’t you use it?” Virgie entreated.
Lost in thought, Maggie proceeded to sip out of her Pyrex measuring cup. After a considered moment she informed,
“Daddy had a wonderful whistle. Did you ever hear my daddy whistle?”
“No, I believe that was before my time . . . or, maybe he just wasn’t around when Hal and I moved in. Maybe he was . . . were he and your mother in the nursing home at that time? No. That would have been much too early. I’m sorry, Maggie, I just never di . . .”
“I could whistle, too. Not as pretty as Daddy, but I could.”
“Maggie? I want to tell you something while we have this time together . . . while we can still understand each other. I want you to listen hard so you understand what I’m saying. Will you listen hard, Margaret?”
Maggie was far too busy chasing a drosophila around the rim of her cup to respond.
Aside, Virginia apprised quietly, gently as though a fuller volume would fracture the remnants of Maggie’s mind,
“He’s after your coffee.”
“What?”
“He’s attracted to all that sugar you use in your coffee.”
“Oh.” Margaret responded distractedly.
Slowly, deliberately the woman continued,
“I want you to know how honored I’ve been to have you for a friend. We’ve had so many good times.
Knowing you and Clarence . . . the two of you have been a big part of my life. Hal’s and our sons’, too.
“And, I want you to know you two did a fantastic job raising your boys. All those tunnels and roads, bridges they use to build in your backyard certainly paid off.”
That joyful memory was lost on Margaret.
“Now, they’re successful engineers, remarkable problem solvers and such good men. They have your and Clarence’s integrity.”
Virgie watched her friend’s face, waiting for a sign of comprehension.
Suddenly, as though seizing a rare, lucid moment in time Margaret blurted out,
“I’m getting help, Virgie. You wait. You’ll see. He promised me he could help me.”
Virginia’s eyes welled with love and pain. A salty tear rolled down her rouged cheek following the deep wrinkle and settled in the indentation at the corner of her mouth.
“You just wait, Virginia. You’ll see. He never lies to me.”
The Ponchatoulaise Sentinel
Local fishermen from St. Pascal Parish
came upon the greatly nibbled body of
a male infant yesterday evening as they
trolled the waters around Lake Pontchar-
train bridge. Currents had the child pin-
ned against the concrete pilon of a steel
girder. How he came to rest at that remo-
te location is under investigation.
“I’m a loose cannon, al—right.”
The tiny body had been baffled about a
great deal but experts are scratching their
heads over how long it had been in the wa-
ter. Local sheriff’s department said only
that he appeared to be in great shape for
the shape he was in. For now, he is going
by the name James Doe.
“I like that . . . James. It’s a manly
name, don’t ya think?”
World-renowned physicist Stephen Hawking reportedly proffered the question in Chapter 15. We thank him for opening this window of dialogue and respectfully give our answer out of God’s own word.
24...“Thus says the Lord, your
Redeemer,
And He who formed you from
the womb:
‘I am the Lord, who makes all
things,
Who stretches out the heavens
all alone,
Who spreads abroad the earth
by Myself,
25...Who frustrates the signs of
the babblers,
And drives diviners mad;
Who turns wise men
backward,
And makes their knowledge
foolishness . . .’” NKJV ™
Isaiah 44:24
REFERENCES
Holy Bible: King James Version, 2010, Thomas Nelson Publishers, Nashville, Tenn.
Holy Bible: The New Scofield Study Bible, editor C.I. Scofield, D.D. 1989, Thomas Nelson Publishers, Nashville, Tenn.
(Informal quotes from the Bible, such as those in Chapter 34 are taken from The New Scofield Study Bible)
The American Hymnal, editor Robert H. Coleman, 1933, The Broadman Press, Nashville, Tenn.
Balch, James F. and Phyllis A. Prescription for Nutritional Healing. Avery Publishing Group, Inc. 1990.
Montague, Ashley. Life Before Birth. New York, New York: The New American Library of World Literature, Inc. 1965.
(must reading for expectant and expecting-to-be mothers)
Page, Linda Rector. Healthy Healing: A Guide to Self-Healing for Everyone. Healthy Healing Publications. 1996.
Kipling, Rudyard, “Toad Beneath a Harrow”, Pagett M.P., prelude; http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/RudyardKipling
www.gospelway.com
Hope for Alzheimer’s
Stem Cell Therapy using the patient’s own bone marrow and adipose stem cells:
www.stemcellmx.com
Angeles Health International located in Mexico
www.cellmedicinesociety.org
International Cellular Medicine Society located in Cancun
ALLISON GREER has no knowledge of the above resources other than what’s on the Internet. She encourages all to, please, do their homework.
DECLARATION
While there are facts presented in her novels from
other sources, ALLISON GREER hastens to add
that most insights expressed are all or part her
own obtained, as she says, via observation, experi-
ence and the Holy Spirit. She urges you to read
for yourself and come to your own conclusions.
19...But Peter and John an-
swered and said to them,
“Whether it is right in the sight
of God to listen to you more
than to God, you judge.
20...“For we cannot but
speak the things which we
have seen and heard.” NKJV ™
Acts 4:19 & 20
Contributions from other sources do not suggest their agreement or disagreement to the book’s content.
Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
It is ALLISON GREER’S great hope that her books will be found in even a small way worthy of the indwelling of the Holy Spirit—that, however wacky and off-the-wall they may be, they will touch that God-made vacuum in each of you and bring you closer to Almighty Jehovah-God, three-in-one, the Holy Trinity, the only living God, the only Way.
There is a lovely discourse on YouTube between Tom Selleck and Rosie O’Donnell concerning gun control . . . lovely because of Tom Selleck’s message and the patience and personal restraint he exhibits during that interview.
His point was that guns have always been around—even more so the farther back in this nation’s history one traverses. Only relatively recently have they been taken up with such abandon toward ruthless behaviors and by the young. He said there’s something missing in our culture that creates a human heart with violent vents. (I paraphrase)