Honoring Daddy : March 2009

Monday, March 30, 2009

Vision Forum Father Daughter Retreat

On the way home we stopped at Outback and we waited for an hour to get our food

A new friend

Another new friend

I was making so many new friends

Church service before we left to go home

Hanging outside the car window:)

Jubilee Phillips holding a butterfly

Daddy and I at the Butterfly Garden

Daddy with my flowers:)

Having our tea

My handsome daddy

Our tea table

Voddie Baucham and his daughter Jasmine

Geoff ,Elisabeth,and Anna Sophia Botkin

All of the speakers

Doug Phillips

Voddie Baucham

Daddy getting ready

Me in my costume for the tea

Scott Brown

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

My Little Hotdog!

The Little Hotdog himself!

He likes to cut his eyes at you:)

My Garden

My dad and I started a garden a couple of weeks ago. We planted potatoes and corn. We are planning to plant more things in a few weeks.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Hi,
My name is Katie (Scarlett) and I'm 15 years old. I live on 10 acres in the middle of the woods. My home is a metal barn that we(my parents and I) converted into a house last summer.
I play the violin-fiddle, piano, mandolin and I sing in a homeschool chorus.
Their are five kids in my family. Three of them are married. I'm the youngest and last one at home. I have two nephews and one niece. I have one dog named Roy Rogers!

The Homespun Dress

Oh, yes, I am a Southern girl,
And glory in the name,
And boast it with far greater pride,
Than glittering wealth or fame.

We envy not the Northern girl,
Her robes of beauty rare,
Though diamonds grace her snowy neck,
And pearls bedeck her hair,

Chorus ---- Hurrah! Hurrah!
For the sunny South so dear;
Three cheers for the homespun dress
The Southern ladies wear!

The homespun dress is plain, I know,
My hat's palmetto too;
But then it shows what Southern girls
For Southern rights will do.
We send the bravest of our land,
To battle with the foe
And we will lend a helping hand ---
We love the South, you know.

Chorus.

Now Northern goods are out of date;
And since old Abe's blockade,
We Southern girls can be content
With good that's Southern made.
We send our sweethearts to the war;
But, dear girls, never mind ---
Your soldier-love will ne'er forget
The girl he left behind.

Chorus.

The soldier is the lad for me --
A brave heart I adore;
And when the sunny South is free,
And when fighting is no more,
I'll choose me then a lover brave
From all that gallant band;
The soldier lad I love the best
Shall have my heart and hand.

Chorus.

The Southern land's a glorious land,
And has a glorious cause;
Then cheer, three cheers for Southern rights,
And for the Southern boys!
We scorn to wear a bit of silk,
A bit of Northern lace,
But make our homespun dresses up,
And wear them with a grace.

Chorus.

And now, young man, a word to you:
If you would win the fair,
Go to the field where Honor calls,
And win your lady there.
Remember that our brightest smiles
Are for the true and brave,
And that our tears are all for those
Who fill a soldier's grave.

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