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Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Character Study - Pericles

The Lives of Plutarch - Pericles 

Pericles was a truly remarkable man. He lived in Athens, Greece, about the time of the Peloponnesian Wars. From his rise to power, to his last breath, one thing separated Pericles from other rulers; this was the virtue of self-sacrifice. As Lord Acton once said: “Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." Let’s look at a timeline of Pericles’ life to see how, even though he had ultimate charge over Athens, he always used his influence for the good of his city, not himself.
Pericles first exposed himself to the world of politics by making friends with the poorer class. He found that Thucydides, another orator, had already gained the confidence of the richer class.
Although he was certainly a good friend of the people, Pericles did have some enemies. One day, while he was handling some business in the market, a certain old man began hurtling curses at him, finding every way to destroy his political position. This man followed Pericles around ALL DAY, never stopping to take a breath! He even followed Pericles home! However, instead of squabbling with him, Pericles simply ignored him for ALL OF THE DAY! And to make matters even stranger, Pericles sent a servant back with the old man when it became dark and hard to see so that he could lead him home! This is a glorious example of the kindness and level-headedness that Pericles showed to those around him.
After he had ostracized Thucydides and Cimon, yet another orator, Pericles changed his ruling methods. Instead of being so free with his money, and instead of forming intimate relationships with the people (namely the poor) he rather secluded himself. He never walked the streets like he once had, and his friends and servants tended to most of his minor business. He also restricted the amount of parties that took place, and was great deal more serious than he once had been.
Even though at first these changes might seem cruel and harsh, there were some advantages to Pericles’ new method. To keep the people entertained and happy, he began to enlarge the empire, He would then send off Athenians to populate the new islands and cities. He also brought back to life the Athenian ships and marine.
As we all know, with the conquering of a city comes the gain of much money, Athens was no exception. Riches and precious metals were practically duping into Athens. Instead of using this money for his own good, Pericles used it to beautify his city. He had many famous structures built, some of which we still admire today. One the things that Pericles is most famous for is what he did to beautify Athens. Pericles considered Athens to be in its golden age, so he did all he could to make a beautiful age.
Unfortunately, it seems that growing tension between Athens and Sparta was only made worse by these expeditions, primarily because all the cities that Athens was conquering, had once been part of the Spartan Empire. After multiple revolts and rebellions, what we call the Peloponnesian War began.
There were many battles and rebellions, all of which ended in the blockading of Athens. Yes, the Spartans actually succeeded in driving the Athenians all the way back to their capital. Eventually, from lack of food and water, overcrowded areas, and a lack of necessary supplies, the Athenians developed the dreaded Black Plague.
This disease spread like wildfire, destroying anyone in its way.
Pericles himself walked the streets of Athens, trying to heal and comfort anyone he met.
Eventually, this great man caught the Plague, and, like so many others, was unable to survive.
While he could have shut himself up in his home, and saved all of the food and water there was from himself, Pericles graciously gave his time, money, and provisions to the Athenians, not saving any for himself.
Can you see how merciful, giving, and wise Pericles was? His last moments were spent caring for his people.
It is truly a joy to read of leaders who are wise, kind, and thoughtful, I hope that I will read of more people like Pericles, and learn to lead like he does, even if that means just leading my family.

Monday, September 8, 2014

First Storm in the new House


This post is a bit of a joke, considering I wrote it about a month ago! Yes, I agree with you, I am terrible about keeping up with my blog:). Still, I hope you enjoy it, this post has a bit more action than the others.
Lightning flashed, thunder rumbled outside. A scream, followed by a frantic scramble. “Get the kittens!” I woke with a jolt. From my bunk bed, I could see through a high window a clump of trees blowing wildly, and the grass being crushed from the pounding rain. I jumped down and ran to the door. From there, I could see the wind blowing the rain across the roof. I pushed open the creaking storm door and grabbed my 11-week, black and white kitten, named Merry (after the character from LOTR, we have Frodo and Pippin, too!), which Sophie had just rescued from a pile of broken and tossed over outdoor supplies. My dad grabbed the kittens’ kennel, and we hurried them inside.  Only then did we notice that one of the kittens was gone! After a frantic search, made by Sophie and me, we found that Pippin, the little runaway, was hiding under the dumpster! We cold not get him out, so instead, left him there. Then, Sophie and me ran inside where we dried off and put on fresh clothing. After that, we all huddled up on the couch, where we tried to get some kind of Internet connection. When electricity goes out in the country, it doesn’t come back on for quite a while. One time, my friends in Klondike were deprived of electricity for a whole week! Only when you don’t have it, do you really understand how much you depend on electricity.  There, on the couch, we sat. In the dark. Trying to get connection was pretty much useless. My dad was the only one who was even sort of succeeding. Eventually, our little group broke up. Sophie and Zoë went to play card games, Mom went back to bed, and dad tried to get some work done. As for me, I walked into our bedroom and began to type up this post. The storm is not so horrible anymore, it has quieted down a bit, but outside, it is still dark, and rather frightening. Sophie and Zoë just walked in, they found Pippin! The poor little cat is still wide-eyed, and a bit frightened, but he’ll be okay. I hope that it will not rain tomorrow; for that is the day we are supposed to start horse camp! For now, however, I will try and focus on today, and get ready for a host of things that await me.

Repotting Trees

I have been at our farm in Mineola since Thursday. I am really, really, really tired! We have been re-potting all our 1,000 trees from 1 and 3 gallon pots, to 15 gallon pots. If I thought that three gallon pots were heavy, I was much mistaken! Not only have we been re- potting, but we have also been fertilizing, watering, tying to bamboo sticks, and moving trees to the front of the house, it's been a lot of work! Luckily, we are not alone! My Nana and Papa came all the way from Mansfield to help us work on our farm. In addition to this, Mr. Mike Little, A.K.A. Superman, and his faithful sidekick,  A.K.A. Aiden Little, came to our aid, yay! All in all, we have moved about 600 trees, what an accomplishment! We have already used about half the dirt that we bought (finally, a way to see our progress!), and are working on the other half.

P.S. Just as a totally random idea, take a look at my friend Gabe's blog (gabedalrymple.com), and check out his post: Longest English Words And Their Definitions, under, Miscellaneous.

Sunday, April 27, 2014

April

After writing "March", I felt really inspired to write a poem about each month of the year (hopefully I will be able to stay faithful to writing at least once month!). Here is my poem on April, if you live in Texas, you will totally be able to relate!

April

April showers bring May flowers,
They say.
I say,
One minute it is hot,
One minute it is cold,
One minute it is raining,
One minute it's a desert.
The weather is a - changing,
And I never can tell
If I should put away space heaters
Or bring out my blankets!
Will someone please tell me,
What season we are in,
I can't tell for myself-
But surely someone can!

Tree Farm Beginnings!

I can hardly believe all the work that we have done on our tree farm, which, we have decided to name "Sorelle Tree Farm!" So many things have happened in the past few days. In fact, to tell all that we have done, I am going to start at the very beginning of my visit to Mineola, and retrace my steps all the way back to today.
Let's start at Wednesday. On Wednesday, we arrived at a filthy, dusty, grimy house. Luckily for us, my mom had expected this, she had completely stocked up on cleaners, disinfectants, rags, towels, bleach, and scrubbers. Yay mom! That day, we sprayed, scrubbed, wiped, and greatly improved the whole house. However, we still have quite a bit to do.
The next day, we had 50 cubic yards of dirt delivered. It was really cool to watch the big truck drive in and slide it's floors back and forth to push out the dirt! My dad used his new tractor to tear weeds and shrubs off the back house walls. We loaded the trailer with these shrubs a dumped them into a pile, which we will hopefully soon burn.
On Friday, we drove to Ada, Oklahoma. Here, we bought and loaded 1,000 potted trees onto a rental truck! We bought a bunch of different kinds: Spanish White Oak, Chinese Pistachio, Bald Cypress, Crete Myrtle, Sawtooth Oak, Loblolly Pine, and Southern Red Oak. This took pretty much all day, so we didn't get anything else done.
Yesterday, our friend, Mr. Mike Little, came over. This guy is practically superman! He helped us load up the trailer and drive all of the brush that my dad tore off the walls of the house into the fire pile. He also helped us pile up all of the broken brick that was laying around the house into a nice little pile. After this, we all unloaded the big truck that had taken the trees from Ada to Mineola. It was much easier unloading the trees than it had been to load them! We divided them up into species and placed them in ten tree by ten tree squares, it's a lot harder than it sounds! By this time, we were completely worn out, so we simply returned the u-haul truck, and called it a day.
Today, we are expecting some huge storms and tornadoes, so we didn't have a lot of time to work. Dad once again used his tractor to pull weeds and shrubs off the walls of the house, these weeds followed their brothers and sisters and were unmercifully loaded up into the fire pile. We are praying that our trees, which we have loaded into a shed, will not be ruined by the storms. In fact, to ensure this, instead of going home today, we will stay yet another night.
Being a country girl is a lot of work, but thankfully, I enjoy it! And even though there will be days when I will be tempted to grumble, I know that I can always turn to the Lord, for He alone can supply me with perseverance and strength.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Animal Farm

George Orwell, the writer of Animal Farm, wrote this amazing book to mock the Russian government at the time of the Russian Revolution.  He begins his story with Old Major, an elderly pig. Right before his death, Old Major inspires the animals of Manor Farm to rebel against their mistreating owner, Jones. When they finally accomplished this, they renamed the land Animal Farm and began to govern themselves. The pigs, the smarter class, soon rose above the other animals, breaking a commandment clearly stating that all animals are to be equal. In the beginning of their revolution the animals wrote a list of rules which were to be strictly followed. They were known as the "Seven Commandments". Sadly, bit by bit, these rules were changed by the pigs. They realized that since they were smarter than all the other animals, they could rule them without interference. Slowly but surely, the pigs rose above the other animals, they became the "elite" class. This elite class, made up of 100% pigs, soon became the "ruling" class. By this time, the pigs had officially taken over the farm. However, they did so in a way which blinded the other animal's eyes, not letting them see what was really happening. Napoleon and Snowball, the smartest of animals, were constant rivals and were continually against each other in court. Whenever one wanted one thing, the other was sure to oppose it. Soon, Napoleon kicked out Snowball. By means of his dogs, who he had trained to obey at a single word. Napoleon then gained supreme rule over the farm. Sadly, the animals were too stupid to notice that he was doing so. The animals worked harder than ever under Napoleon. Building, rebuilding, and rebuilding yet again the seemingly unachievable windmill, while at the same time working hard to get the crops in. The animals worked tirelessly, their rations were low, they were cold in the winter and bothered by the flies in the summer. Yet, through all their sufferings and trials the pigs still had the animal's confidence and were to keep it for a long time. The story goes on to tell how the pigs eventually are turned into humans because of their desire to be just like them. This book has a wonderful point: if we want to govern ourselves correctly, we must have a good sense of judgment and true knowledge. With this, we can make choices and discern whether others are leading us or tyrannizing over us.  This knowledge and sense of judgment will not only impact your life, but everyone that is around you for as long as you live.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Augustus Caesar's Crowning

I can remember the day very clearly. Chilly with a slight drizzle of rain, but these things made no difference to me, it was the final day of my triumph! I had received a triple triumph, a day for each major battle I won: one day for conquering the pirates, one day for my win at Actium, and one day for my victory over Egypt! Dancers, the two milk-white bulls that were to be sacrificed, and many others led the procession. Beside me stood my stepson, Tiberius, and my nephew, Marcellus. We three rode in a gleaming chariot; I carried a scepter with the head of an eagle in my right hand. Behind us walked the senate. For the first time in decades one man was named ruler over Rome, me. The people of Rome gasped when they saw that I led the senate, it did not lead me. However, these people were soon to find that I truly tried to do what was best for Rome, not me. Over the chanting and marching I saw in the distance the gates of Janus. At last after years of war, these gates were closed. Little did anyone know, except perhaps me, that these gates would remain closed for 200 more years. For centuries more, peace would rule Rome. Ever since then, I have tried to do what is best for Rome. Yes, my rule was a bit like that of an emperor, but it was so because I believed that that would be the best way to govern Rome. True, the republic had worked well, but only when Rome was a tiny city-state. After I had conquered those many nations Rome turned into the ruler of countless peoples. We had to learn how to give them freedom, but not to let them turn rebellious. I asked my two best friends what their advice was on how to rule Rome. Their ideas were quite different, but I took that which I needed. Anyone can tell you that in the year 27 B.C., the year I was crowned governor of Rome, the government greatly improved. I have tried to serve Rome faithfully, that was certainly accomplished! Now, I must try and bring up Tiberius in the ways of a noble ruler, for he shall succeed me, and I must not bring shame upon the name of Caesar.

This narration was written as if by Augustus Caesar himself. I got the idea from my friend, Noah. He is a very good writer, keep writing, Noah!