Alive

God of the harvest, once again Our joyful tones we raise, For all Thy goodness, day by day, We give Thee thankful praise. With blessings rich, from fertile field, And gifts from fruitful tree, We wish, this day, our thanks to yield With earnest hearts, to Thee. We plough'd the ground, we sow'd the seed, But Thou didst send the rain In grateful show'rs, in time of need, And now we've reap'd the grain. The sun with grateful heat did shine; The dew did nightly fall; And now, for loaded tree and vine - We give Thee thanks for all. The bee, in well-fill'd honey cells, Her sweets for us hath stow'd, The crystal water in the wells, For us from springs hath flow'd. The lowing herd, the prancing steed Receiv'd we from Thy hand, And we, this day, return our meed Of praise, throughout the land. Then let us sing with earnest hearts, Tho' joyful be each lay, And thankful ev'ry song that starts On this Thanksgiving Day.

From catching Brim to swimming in lakes, Fishing at the Lake, outlines the pleasures of summertime as a child.

Come take a tour of my grandparents large home located in the deep southern United States.

It’s the early 90’s. Walk down memory lane of this true story on an average Saturday morning.

We live on a planet with complex intelligence and life, is earth the only planet with this privilege? Is it logical or crazy to think of the possibility of life outside our galaxy? Let's hear Dan Gadd's side of the story from the late 1960s in Ohio.

Don't Envy by Ukrainian poet, Taras Shevchenko Don’t envy, friend, a wealthy man: A rich man’s life is spent Without a friend or faithful love — Those things he has to rent. Don’t envy, friend, a man of rank, His power’s based on force. Don’t envy, too, a famous man: The man of note well knows The crowd’s acclaim is not for him, But for that thorny fame He wrought with labour and with tears So they’d be entertained. But then, when young folk gather ’round, So fine they are and fair You’d think it’s heaven, — ah, but look: See evil stirring there … Don’t envy anyone my friend, For if you look you’ll find That there’s no heaven on the earth, No more than in the sky. Mirhorod, October 4th, 1845.

A partial reading of Auld Lang Syne and a recap of Story Capsule’s growth.

Crazy school bus driver, elephants and blue oatmeal. Listen to this true story of a third grade boy on a field trip to the zoo in 1969.

Walter Cronkite, and a magnet, what could possibly go wrong? A true story of boyhood scientific experimentation in the early 1970s in northern Ohio.

From big experiences in the Middle East to minuscule happenings in America. What things in life make you feel like you are really living? Musings of life and happiness by Katie Miller