The Wednesday Hodgepodge is Just Peachy

Welcome to your regularly scheduled programming, aka The Wednesday Hodgepodge. You know the drill here on Wednesdays, right? Answer the questions on your own blog then add your link at the bottom of my post. It's fun to hop around and see what everyone else is saying too. Here are my answers to this week's questions-

1. How often do you check the weather? How do you check the weather?

If you read here then you know I'm a little bit obsessed with the weather. It may surprise you to know that although I comment on the weather often I don't check it multiple times a day or even every day. I sometimes check the forecast online and now that I have an iphone I use my trusty app. Most of the time though? I step outside, look at the sky, and make up my own weather report.

2. Since this is Volume 84 of the Wednesday Hodgepodge, and since I got married in 1984, and since I'm attending a wedding this weekend, it only seems right to post something related here.

"Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance. If the dispositions of the parties are ever so well known to each other or ever so similar beforehand, it does not advance their felicity in the least. They always continue to grow sufficiently unlike afterwards to have their share of vexation; and it is better to know as little as possible of the defects of the person with whom you are to pass your life." Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

Agree or Disagree? Why?

Oh but this is complex isn't it? I'm going to break it apart...I don't believe happiness is ever entirely a matter of chance, in marriage or anywhere else. We can always choose to be happy or not happy.

The second part of this quote implies that knowing a person well or hardly at all makes no difference. Either way you'll have 'vexation'. (By the way, I'm going to start using that word because I love it) All marriages contain a certain amount of vexation. I think there's less of it if you know the person well before taking the plunge. Even when you know your intended very well before you marry, once you're hitched you grow and age and change and new things will pop up along the way and 'vex' you. That's why we take vows... for better or worse, in sickness and in health, in vexation and delight.

That last bit isn't in the 'official' version but maybe it should be.

3. Do you like to dance? Have you ever taken dance lessons?

I love to dance. I'm not a great dancer but my hubs is so that makes me better than I actually am. In the scheme of life its a small thing but it is one of the things I love about my husband. I think we can agree that not all men are great dancers. I took ballet classes as a young girl and I've done some Zumba although I'm not sure we can call that dancing. At least not when I do it.

4. Fresh from the oven peach pie or homemade peach ice cream. Pick one.

Homemade peach ice cream.

I know some people will combine the two answers but if I'm having peach pie then the ice cream needs to be vanilla.

5. Should people accept unfairness and learn to make the best of it?

Another toughie slides in on the heels of pie and ice cream.

I actually started to answer this question and it took on a life of its own. I scrapped that and regrouped to say just this-it depends on what is meant by unfairness.

That word is all wrapped up in perception and in almost every situation I can think of, what seems fair to one person will be deemed unfair by another. I want my children to be resourceful, compassionate, and optimistic no matter what life throws at them. Should we accept injustice and cruelty in this world? Those words are commonly associated with basic human rights and my answer would of course be absolutely not.

On the other hand, the words fair/unfair in today's vocabulary are more often linked to situations where person A is whining because he/she feels entitled to whatever person B has regardless of how little or how much they did to earn it or whether or not they can even afford it. I guess I won't get all soapboxy here but I do have some opinions about the declining work ethic in America.

6. The top five all time summer blockbuster movies (released between May and August and grossing at least 100 million dollars) are Jaws, Raiders of the Lost Ark, Star Wars (the original), Ghostbusters, and E.T. Which one's your favorite?

I liked all of these except Ghostbusters which, in my opinion, was just okay. Great song though! Star Wars may look a little dated viewed thru the jaded lens of 2012 but when it first came out people couldn't stop talking about the amazing special effects.

All that being said-E.T. is my favorite. Help those in need and love unconditionally. Still a pretty good message for 'kids' of all ages.

7. If given the chance, would you like to visit the moon?

My initial response is no. That's almost always my first response when you ask me to try something new. I've learned though, that you miss a lot when you leap to no right off the bat. It's best to at least visit the maybe option before you discount a potential adventure. Most of the time I have to be talked into the fun, especially the scary kind.

So here's how it would probably go- I'd say no thanks, but hubs would give me a pep talk and convince me it would be fun, and he'd promise to do any and all work involved, and would even carry the jumbo sized bottle of Dramamine I'd require, and next thing ya know... I'm on my way to the moon.

8. Insert your own random thought here.

Remember how much fun it was to get visitors when you first started blogging? A friend of mine just started a blog so if you have a minute won't you hop over and say hi?

We share a love of words, summer camp, and obviously parents with the same idea about how to name a baby girl.

http://www.jottingsfromjoyce.com/

Questions for the Hodgepodge Vol 84

The Wednesday Hodgepodge is back in town this week and everyone is welcome to play along. You'll find the questions below...answer on your own blog and then hop over here tomorrow to link up with the whole wide web world. More or less. Less actually, but its still fun!

1. How often do you check the weather? How do you check the weather?

2. Since this is volume 84 of the Wednesday Hodgepodge, and since I got married in 1984, and since I'm attending a wedding this weekend it only seems right to post something related here.

"Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance. If the dispositions of the parties are ever so well known to each other or ever so similar beforehand, it does not advance their felicity in the least. They always continue to grow sufficiently unlike afterwards to have their share of vexation; and it is better to know as little as possible of the defects of the person with whom you are to pass your life."

Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

Agree or Disagree. Why?

3. Do you like to dance? Have you ever taken dance lessons?

4. Fresh from the oven peach pie or home made peach ice cream? Pick one.

5. Should people accept unfairness and learn to make the best of it?

6. The top five all time summer movie blockbusters (released between May and August and grossing at least 100 million dollars) are-Jaws, Raiders of the Lost Ark, Star Wars (the original), Ghostbusters, and ET. Which one's your favorite?

7. If given the chance, would you like to visit the moon?

8. Insert your own random thought here.

Summertime

So I guess I need to recap the weekend. It started last Wednesday, right? And it was hot. I promise I won't carry on about the weather because it is July and I do love me some sunshine but yowza. I decided I also love me some air conditioning.

And apparently I have my southern girl voice on today.

Wednesday morning I got up and made an angel food cake as the first step in my red, white and blueberry trifle. Once that had baked and cooled we loaded up the car and made the drive down to my mom's in South Jersey. I know I refer to South Jersey like it's a whole 'nother state and if you're not a local then you might not get it, but really, it's like a whole 'nother state.

My sister and her husband were visiting from South Carolina for the week so my mom had a full house. Late in the afternoon we headed over to my brother's for a 4th of July pool party and bbq. My younger sister and her family joined us there. Her little guy is six so she had pool duty.

My brother manned the grill and was cooking in more ways than one. Did I tell you it was hot?

That's my brother in the burnt orange shirt. The two guys pretending to be the chefs are hubs and my brother in law. We dined on the July 4th must-haves, burgers and hot dogs, and party guests brought lots of great sides and desserts.

My trifle was a hit and I'd definitely make this recipe again. The 'filling' is white chocolate pudding combined with Eagle Brand Milk. Raise your hand if you could drink Eagle Brand Milk right out of the can. Don't get excited ...I said could, not did.

We had front row seats to an awesome fireworks display. My brother lives along the river and it just so happens that this is where small town sends up its fireworks. I didn't bother taking pictures with my big camera because I haven't mastered the art of photographing pyrotechnics. Instead I enjoyed the show.

We spent the night at my mom's and the next day we all went over to my sister's house in Philly to celebrate my mom's birthday. She doesn't always have all four of her children together on her big day so that was special.

Here's my mom with her favorite grandson and a superhero.

He's her only grandson so nobody cares if I call him her favorite.

I hope I have my mom's skin when I turn 82.

Hubs and I got home in time for dinner on Friday evening and when I say in time for dinner I mean in time to go out for dinner. We opted for outdoor seating at an Italian restaurant on the boardwalk in our tinytown.

The view from our table was not too shabby.

The rest of our weekend was spent doing odd chores around the house and yard. I cleaned out my bathroom vanity which was long overdue and caught up on the laundry. Scintillating stuff I know. Hubs worked in the yard and we made a stop at our local farmers market too. We saw a movie on Saturday afternoon, To Rome With Love. I'm not normally a huge Woody Allen fan but this one we both loved. Course it's set in Rome and y'all know how I feel about that.

Hubs grilled a leg of lamb on Sunday evening and the temps cooled off a bit so after dinner we took a ride in the little red car. We stopped for ice cream and drove around the lake. The summer sky was lavender and made your heart sing.

I wasn't quick enough to capture the many shades of purple lighltly brushed across the sky or the way the mountains rested gently in the setting sun, but I snapped a picture anyway. I wanted to remember the warm air and the scent of summer with the top down and the lyrics to a favorite old song wafting out into the night.

It was the softer side of summer.

The one that makes you forget the scorching heat and dry lawns and mosquitos that bite the back of your bare legs.

It was that thing summer does so well.

She makes you long for something you can't identify. A feeling you remember from childhood you thought was lost. A warm July evening reminds you that it's been there all along, tucked quietly away inside your senses. All you need to conjure it up are the windows rolled down and the twinkle of a firefly. A summer song playing soft and low. Honeysuckle perfume and a watercolor sky.

Been to the Desert on a Horse with No Name

Actually, it wasn't a horse.

It was an airplane.

Horse just made for a better title.

Last week I wrote a post about summer trips we made out west to see my grandparents when I was growing up. As is always often the case, that post started to run a little long so I decided to make it a two-parter.

You're welcome.

I mentioned in the Colorado portion of my stroll down memory lane that after we'd had our fill of the Rocky Mountains (is that even possible???) my grandparents would drive us over to New Mexico to spend time with my mom's parents and family. Essentially we exchanged the Rockies for the desert and Sandias.

I still remember riding the tram across Sandia crest. It was terrifying mostly because some of the crew rode outside ON TOP of the tram. You can tell my love of riding in a confined cable car high above the earth goes waaaay back.

My mom grew up in Albuquerque and we loved going to our grandparent's home there. It was a small house, about a block from a park, and we'd actually spent a year living in that house with my grandparents when I was a tiny tot. My dad was in Okinawa the year my sister was born so we moved in with my grandparents. I guess it was crowded but it's funny how I don't remember feeling that way. A kid's perception of space and time is a funny thing. My grandparents raised five children in that tiny house and we loved visiting the place my mom called home.

One of my most vivid memories of our summertime trips is the screen door. Do people still have screen doors? I remember my sister and I running in and out and my grandpa telling us not to slam the door. We couldn't help it...screen doors were made to be slammed, right?

When we visited Albuquerque we always made a day trip out to Santa Fe. I loved to see the Indian women sitting along the sidewalk with all their handmade turquoise jewelry for sale. My parents always let us buy something from the crafters and yes, we called them Indians back then. We certainly meant no offense and I loved their brightly colored blankets spread with all that gorgeous silver and blue. My love of jewelry apparently goes way back too.

I remember visiting some Indian ruins and I know they were near a place called Bandaleir because my mother very kindly noted that in a scrapbook she made for me.

That's my grandma in the back right beside my older sister with her blonde hair. In some pictures her hair is dark brown but this was taken in her blonde phase. I was totally enamored of my older sister. She is still pretty great.

My younger sister is in front of my grandma and she and I were like two peas in a pod. A pod that occasionally bickered, but still a pod. That's me with the pig tails and that lime green circle on my shirt was actually a giant smiley face pin. I loved that pin and my younger sister had one in hot pink. My grandma bought them for us because we begged and because smiley faces were all the rage back in 1971.

My mama birthed some skinny legged girls didn't she? You could actually climb inside a pueblo in New Mexico and you can see that my little sister is lovin' life. I appear to be very, very nervous and that's because I was. Ha-God laughs. It's kind of amazing to know I've traveled all over the world. If I could have seen the future my ten year old self would have collapsed into a puddle of her own tears. Thankfully life comes one day at a time.

Another special treat I recall about visiting my grandparents was the food. My grandma made the worlds best roast beef, mashed potatoes, and string beans. We still refer to that in our family as the 'grandma dinner'. She made your iced tea by the glass, ever so carefully sweetening each serving and stirring it with a long iced tea spoon. Remember those?

We also considered it a huge treat to go out for some authentic Mexican food. We had a favorite spot and my sister and I loved to watch them make the sopapillas behind the glass booth inside the restaurant. Sopapillas were nowhere to be found in South Jersey in the 1970's.

This is the only picture my mom has of all the kids with both sets of grandparents. It was taken in the summer of 1969 after my dad's parents drove us from Colorado to New Mexico. I'm dressed in orange which will make my girls smile, and my younger sister had a matching dress in lime green. Neon colors were big that year too which only goes to prove that fashion is cyclical.

The lighting is terrible and the photo somewhat faded but still, it makes me happy. I look at this picture and see a Colorado stream and a cactus in the desert. I smell bacon frying and the fresh squeeze of a lemon. I hear a barn cat's meow and the slamming of a screen door. I feel safe in the warm embrace of family.

In the Shadow of the Mountain

My Monday posts normally fall under the heading of weekend recap and are accompanied by not so deep thoughts. It's late in the day and I feel like I want to say something about the weekend but am not sure exactly what or how much.

We spent the weekend with extended family, gathering for a small private service in honor of my niece in the place she loved best-the Smoky Mountains of East Tennessee. All the people she loved best were there too.

Her whole family.

Both sides.

A swirling twirling contradiction of laughter and tears.

Love and heartbreak.

Memory and Absence.

Cousins on each side linked by the cousin not there. I couldn't help but smile and think how much my niece would love to know that the cousins on her dad's side felt an instant kinship with the cousins on her mom's side. United in their grief but also something deeper.

I'm not going to say much about the weekend because its just too hard, too painful, and too private for this public place. At the same time no words doesn't feel right either.

I listened to my daughter play the song Blessed Be Your Name on her guitar Saturday night. I haven't heard her play in years and sitting on a deck surrounded by the magnificence of the mountains, I felt my heart well up with the most confusing mixture of joy and sadness I have ever known.

Those lyrics danced into the evening air and have been playing across my brain ever since. I know many people, maybe even most people, struggle at some point in their lives with matters of faith. Is God real? Is God who He says He is? If God is truly who He says He is then why do bad things happen to good people? Can I believe what the Bible tells me?

I know people ask these questions all the time, they wrestle with the very nature of who God is or even IF God is, but in my own life, I have never doubted the existence or sovereignty of God.

Until now I guess my life has felt mostly golden. I don't mean to imply there's never been anything sad or hard come my way. I think everyone experiences some measure of that on planet Earth, but for me, this present circumstance?

It stands alone.

There is a shadow that sits at the edge of our every day. Somedays its a dull ache and somedays its a tsunami. A virtual tidal wave of sorrow whose depth seems to know no end. It is your own pain yes, but it's more than your own. It's the tear sliding from your child's eye when they don't know you're looking. That tiny tear lands like a boulder upon your heart. You are also witness to a grandparent's worst nightmare. Most of all, you try to comprehend the incomprehensible- a mother and father with hearts splintered into a million trillion pieces.

What to do when darkness comes? When life suddenly spirals out of control in some cruel twist of fate. When the well of sorrow feels bottomless? When there is no answer to the only question for which you seek an answer- "Why?"

Do I reject all that I have known and believed in the face of something that feels like it could swallow a family up whole?

Or do I push my faith out as far as it will possibly go and finally know for myself, at the age of 51, that the well does indeed have a bottom. And that bottom is rock solid. It is at the bottom of the well, the end of the rope, the edge of a vast and desolate canyon, that God Is.

It is from the bottom of the well that I can say with a sureness I had until now only assumed was there, that His grace really is sufficient.

In spite of all I don't understand, everything I have believed about the goodness of God remains unchanged. Constant. Steady. True.

He is my refuge.

My hiding place.

And my heart will choose to say 'Blessed Be Your Name...'

"I lift up my eyes to the mountains-where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth." Psalm 121:1-2

Rocky Mountain High

Answering the Hodgepodge questions yesterday got me thinking about family trips we took to visit grandparents when I was a young girl. My parents were both born and raised out west but thanks to the United States Marine Corps they ended up settling in New Jersey.

fyi-it's a loooong way from Colorado and New Mexico to the Garden State.

My parents had four kids and lived on a budget. I feel like hubs and I are constantly booking flights, boarding flights, removing shoes, belts and jewlery for security, synchronizing calendars with daughter1 and daughter2 for their flights here-there-and-everywhere, driving to and from airports large and small, managing frequent flyer accounts, and zippng suitcases.

Does reading that make you a little bit tired because living that makes me a little bit tired?

Anyway, back in the 60's and 70's such was not the case. Flying anywhere was something of a luxury so we didn't visit my grandparents every year. Both sets typically made the trek to our house once a year or maybe even less often than that, but we only went out west as a family every few years. I remember it feeling like such a big trip and I guess it was. We would fly to Colorado and visit my dad's family and then after a week or so my grandparents would drive us over to New Mexico and we'd visit my mom's family for another week or so.

I used to get so excited when it was time for the plane ride. Ha-I guess some things don't change. Back then we dressed up to fly and never considered wearing sweat pants and slip on shoes in case we had to exit via the emergency slide. We wore our church clothes and our best manners. My brother was usually the lucky one who got to sit next to the sister who puked. Too graphic? My brother would say not graphic enough. I remember taking Dramamine sometimes but I was also very well acquainted with the little paper bags in the seats. Mom-why did you ever let me fly without Dramamine? Big brother wants an answer to that question too!

My dad grew up on a farm in Colorado. If you stood in the dirt drive and looked out you saw this-

Amber waves of grain and purple mountain majesty. I believe the person who wrote America the Beautiful may very well have been standing on a dirt road at the edge of a Colorado farm. Even as a little girl the grandeur of the Rocky Mountains inspired awe.

That backdrop doesn't even look real.

It's real.

There were two places on the farm my younger sister and I especially loved to sit and talk and sing. I remember us singing. Must have been that mountain air. It made us happy I guess, and oftentimes a cousin would join us-

I think this was a water tower of some sort, but I'm a city girl so I might have that wrong. Whatever it was it was just the right size for kids ages 9, 10, and 11. And that sky....the sky is bigger out west or at least it was when I was a child.

The other sittin' spot we loved was here-

At the end of the farm drive grew the worlds most perfect climbing tree, and my sister and I spent hours in its big branches. I loved the freedom I felt on the farm. We could wander around and explore and we especially loved prowling around the old barn.

I have to laugh at some of the pictures I took back then. No picture of the barn but this cat sitting in front of the barn was special. She was well loved and had kittens every single year. Her name was Frisky.

I didn't make the connection back then, but yes, I get it now.

At one time there was a big swing that hung from the top of the inside of the barn. The swing allowed you to fly across the open space from one side of the barn to the other. I don't remember ever actually trying that but my older cousins did and it looked like scary fun. I suppose I was too young or possibly too chicken. That last one sounds about right.

One of the things we looked forward to most when we'd visit our Colorado grandparents was a day up in the mountains. We'd head out early in the morning and once we'd climbed a bit we'd get out of the car and cook breakfast beside a stream. I kind of remember my dad and his brothers doing the cooking but my mom might correct me on that.

My dad had three brothers and they all had a few kids so it was a great big mess of family. Perhaps it was the mountain air or maybe it was all those aunts and uncles and cousins and the chatter and laughter that made me feel all was right with the world. There is no better smell than bacon frying over a fire beside a Rocky Mountain stream in the cool crisp air. That coolness was a novelty too. We'd be dressed in shorts and loved going high enough into the Rockies to see snow in the middle of summer. That never happened in NJ!

That's my brother in front and I'm the one with the pigtails. You'll notice I'm wading in the stream but manage to stick close to shore because at age nine I was nothing if not cautious. Hello Daughter1!

My older sister is on the rock beside me and that's my grandma in the background. She raised four big strappin' boys on a farm and could wring a chickens neck. Not a lot of things in this life fazed her.

My younger sister isn't in this picture but if I had to hazard a guess I'd say she's out in the middle of the stream standing on a rock. She somehow always managed to get soaking wet on our treks into the mountains and I think I've mentioned here before that she was a little bit of trouble.

Hello daughter2! Hello younger sister!

Here's a picture of my dad that I took on the farm in the summer of 1976. My dad was a Marine officer and later worked for a university so in his day to day life he wore uniforms and suits, starched and pressed.

I think this was the real him.

I wish now I'd asked him more questions about life on the farm. My dad wasn't a big talker so unless you asked he didn't really share. No blogging, no digital photography for most of his life, and I guess it didn't really occur to me to ask a lot of questions about his growing up years.

Oh, we have plenty of stories that are told and retold because my dad was something of a rascal back in his youth, but what I want to know about now is the everyday life kinda stuff. One of the things I love about blogging is that stories are told. People often say their lives aren't interesting enough to write about, but the ordinary is what I enjoy reading most. I share a lot of memories on my own blog and hope one day my daughters and future grandchildren will look back and read them with a smile.

And now here we are many paragraphs later and I haven't even gotten to New Mexico yet. The other side of the family will be in a post next week.

Dear future grandchildren-

I use too many words to be a legitimate blogger.

I blog anyway.

I know you're glad.

Ask your mamas to explain why the cat was called Frisky.

Love,

Your Future Grandma

From Sea to Shining Hodgepodge-Vol 83

Welcome to this week's edition of the Wednesday Hodgepodge. To play along just answer the questions on your own blog then add your link to the bottom of my post. Afterwards hop around and see what your neighbors are saying. Remember there will not be a Hodgepodge next Wednesday (July 4th)...July 11th will be the next 'official' Hodgepodge.

Yes, the weekly Hodgepodge is official.

Guess I'm a dictator when it comes to Wednesdays.

Here are my answers to this week's questions-

1. What do the words 'freedom' and 'liberty' mean to you? Does your mind go in the direction of not being persecuted or discriminated against or does it head in the direction of doing what you please?

I'm not sure there is ever a time in our lives when we can do whatever we please...all actions have consequences. As Americans we certainly have more freedoms than most. We can say what we want, worship or not, defend ourselves, protest, receive fair treatment when accused, and in essence write, think, speak and act without fear of reprisal so long as we stay within the very wide parameters of our law.

Mostly when I think of freedom I think of the cost and I feel grateful.

2. Nathan's sponsors a hot dog eating contest every July 4th. Last year over 40,000 people attended the event and almost 2 million watched it on TV. The winner ate over 60 hot dogs and buns in 10 minutes. How do you like your hot dogs?

One at a time.

With mustard and relish.

3. If you were going to enter an eating contest what would be on the menu?

Watermelon.

It's a little bit obnoxious how much I love watermelon. When I was pregnant with daughter1 that was my craving. I'm pretty sure I ate a whole watermelon on my own on more than one occasion the month before she was born. I don't do that anymore.

I could, but I don't.

4. Do you run your house more as a dictatorship or a democracy?

My girls have their own apartments now so it's just the hubs and I here at the old homestead. We pretty much discuss everything, which feels very democratic. Thinking back to daughters in the house I'd say we ran a benevolent dictatorship. In establishing rules and making decisions that would impact all family members we always came from a place of love as opposed to power, which I think differentiates us from a true dictatorship. We listened and were willing to adjust rules when circumstances warranted.

Children and teenagers have opinions and those opinions need to be expressed and considered, but when push came to shove we never rejected a move/job promotion because a kid voted no.

Actually we never voted.

I think God gave us parents for a reason.

5. Where was your favorite summer place as a kid?

I'd probably say our local swim club. We spent every afternoon there in the summertime and it was close enough for my sister and I to ride our bikes once we got old enough to go without a parent.

There were four kids in my family and we didn't take a vacation every year or even most years. If we did it was out west to visit our grandparents, one set in Colorado and one set in New Mexico. I loved those trips and time with family. Flying was very exciting (remember that?!) and the scenery and sites so very different than what we knew on the East Coast. I think I might write about that one day soon.

6. Do you have a guest room? Would you want to stay there?

See #4. I have three empty bedrooms most of the time. My girls each claim a room as their own but they go unused most of the time. Boo. The third room is a designated guest room and yes I'd sleep there. I'd sleep in any of my bedrooms.

7. Next Wednesday America celebrates her independence. Do you have any special plans for the 4th of July? If you live outside the USA when and how does your country celebrate its own patriotic holiday?

We normally do our local small town parade and watch the water ski show on our village lake. We cook out and go back to the lake in the evening to watch fireworks. This year we'll be doing something a little bit different and celebrating with my siblings. My brother is having a bbq/pool party and we're going to that. His town has fireworks over the river and coincidentally he lives on the river so great viewing.

I've pinned several red, white, and blue treats on Pinterest and will be making this trifle to take to the party. Both of my sisters and their families will be there too so I'm looking forward to that.

8. Insert your own random thought here.

I was scanning old photos recently and ran across one that feels appropriate for this week's random thought-

c. 1998

Inscribed on the Bell...

"Proclaim liberty throughout all the land unto all the inhabitants thereof."

Lev. 25:10