Happy New Year!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Why call this blog, "Check My Spurious Nib?" Because I want you to go to https://thespuriousnib.blogspot.com.

The Spurious Nib is a faux collection of quirky facts and news from the past. (Or as the kids say, "Dave reacts to old pictures.")

Add a dash of old ephemera to the bloviated concoction to the afore mentioned ingredients and get set for the Spurious Nibs dyspepsia.

I do not own the images, (I sometimes manipulate them) most are from:
http://chroniclingamerica.loc.gov/search/titles/
http://karenswhimsy.com
http://virginiachronicle.com
https://archive.org  (e. g.  https://archive.org/stream/britannicabook --Britannica Book Of The Year 1944)
https://digitalcollections.nypl.org
https://freevintageillustrations.com/
http://www.gutenberg.org
http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~poindexterfamily/OldNames.html

Santa has many favorites too.

Inspired by Brian Regan's Little League routine, "grape or cherry, they're both favorites..." Check today's Spurious Nib for Santa's Second Favorites! Spurious Christmas Santa Facts!

https://thespuriousnib.blogspot.com/2017/12/santas-second-favorites.html

From Kolachky to Hamantaschen....

Under the heading of, "Books I'll never be able to write."

From Kolachky 



to Hamantaschen



My DNA Journey through desserts!

It would even be a great episode on PBS's, Finding Your Roots.
But, alas, I am neither wealthy nor famous and so my family tree will remain a mystery.

Happy Hanukkah!

Trust the Experts! As predicted in this newspaper article the dream of the Jews having their own state is impossible. "Palestine is too small for people." So as another Hanukkah begins try not to be down cast and defeated by this sad news.

https://chroniclingamerica.loc.gov/lccn/sn84020558/1918-08-03/ed-1/seq-5/

Christmas False fact!

False Fact!
New Testament Greek proves cats visited baby Jesus along with Caspar, Melchor and Balthazar!

And be sure to watch for the next installment of Spurious History over at:

https://thespuriousnib.blogspot.com 

The Beginning Is Near

My son, Ian like this photo (from www.imaginaryfoundation.com). 

I added part of 1 Corinthians 15:52(CEV), "It will happen suddenly, quicker than the blink of an eye. At the sound of the last trumpet the dead will be raised. We will all be changed, so that we will never die again."

Mighty Warrior by Ian Kyle Packo

Mighty Warrior 

by Ian Kyle Packo

(Based on Ephesians 6:10-17)

I want to be a great and mighty warrior; my voice filled with power and authority - scattering the enemy, my blood burning like fire with passion, justice, and joy, my limbs filled with strength to lift up those around me and carry any burden, my suit of armor shining like the sun, deflecting the weapons of the enemy, my shield great and broad, protecting the helpless, my sword sharp and swift, striking down the enemy. But....

I found that; my sword is bent and blunt, my shield split and too heavy, my armor rusted and too big, my skin is like tissue paper, my bones like glass, my blood has turned to ash, my voice is hollow, a silent scream, a rattle of death.

But the King came to me, the only light my blind eyes could see. He knelt in the mud beside me. I was helpless to stop him as he removed my helmet. He lifted a water skin to my lips. Reluctantly, I started to drink, then desperately, until he removed it for fear I might choke.

Gently he tried to take my sword, but I struggled against him. Slowly I became willing and released it to him. Gently he tried to take my shield, but again I struggled against him. Slowly I became willing and released it to him. Gently he tried to take my armor, but again I struggled against him. Slowly I became willing and released it to him. Naked and helpless I lay before him.

He bound my wounds.He removed his armor and clothes, and dressed me in them. They shone like the sun and were well fitted. He gave me his sword, faster than light, sharper than a razor. He gave me his shield, stronger than the earth and light as a feather. His blood he poured into my veins, his voice put into my mouth. His servants came and returned him to his kingdom.

Now I fight for the King; his life burns as fire in my veins, with his voice I speak and shout. With his strength I lift burdens up to him and carry the weak and wounded into his presence. With his shield I defend those around me. With his sword I drive away the enemy. Until my king calls for me to rest in his palace.

by
Ian Kyle Packo
December 15, 1991 – June 26, 2017 
(If you use this poem please credit my son Ian.)