By Nicolas Bocskai
The spring season on the farm had begun. The
children were on spring break from their respective schools.
Chores on the farm for each family member did not go
unattended. The feed had to be put out each morning and
afternoon for the chickens and hens. "Old Man" rooster was the
supervisor and watchman over the Lady Hens. No fox would come
against this family gathering.
A day ago, rainstorms had soaked the pastures
of the farm homeland and had continued overnight. It was a
blessing from God. The clouds had begun clearing the scene by
mid-morning. When the rain
ceased, God's promised covenant in the form of a
rainbow appeared along the shores in the east as the clouds moved
out to sea. The morning sun was beginning to peek through the
departing dark clouds.
The trees and flowers of the fields had started to
make head way with their spring blossoms. The winds were slight
among the fields and branches of the peach and apple trees. The farm
windmill revealed the ever present, post winter, spring breezes in
it's rotation movement. As for this, the winds were still cool
during this post season time. The windmill produced partial
electricity for the farm generator, with added power, since the
family was isolated from city utilities and electricity.
The farm main house was big and spacious and housed
the entire family including children who most likely grow into
adulthood here. Service and loyalty to the Family Tree was valued a
must by the guardians. The children accepted this because it was fun
to grow up here. Life on the farm had real worth and purpose to the
young people. The work was steady and developed real character in
the young children. Besides, it was rewarding to be apart of the
Peanut Industry in the heartland of the Hampton Roads area and
The farm was located in the northern borough of
Suffolk, Virginia where the Nansemond and James Rivers' meet. The
plot of land there, along the shore, was prime property for the
Peanut Farm, which had been established there for many years. To the
north, across the harbour was Newport News and Hampton. To the east
was Chesapeake, Portsmouth, and Norfolk.
At a later time and day, the summer season would
arrive. The weather always has an impact on the activities of the
harbour masters' in Hampton Roads, for their daily duties are
numerous and quite busy at times.
The harbour sun was setting quickly along the
western horizon with the end of a
days shipping activities. At
Old Point Comfort, the sunset brought the U.S. Army guard at Fort
Monroe, on the peninsula, to the flagstaff pole at the U.S. Army
gazebo park. The color guard was there to retire "Old Glory," our
national flag, for the day.
It is the summer season when
moderate winds blow over the harbour waters. As the sunsets,
scattered stars, above, began to come into view in the evening sky.
The overhead clouds have moved out to sea and the warm weather gives
the sensation of possible rain and thunderstorms in the evening. The
smell of rain is in the air with more clouds to come, which will
move in from the western heartland of the nation, into the Hampton
Roads regional area, later this night.
In the harbour, the anchored cargo freighters were
moored inland just beyond Fort Monroe offshore near Newport News.
This is the harbour entrance to the James River. The ships were
being powered up for their individual electrical needs. Soon they
were humming on the harbour waters'. The steady engine vibration
served as a background scenario with the sound of the squawking
seagulls at Fort Monroe's extended fishing pier. The gulls were
numerous as they darted and dived back and forth along the pier, for
they were hungry for the fisherman's treat.
The setting summer sun had a slant to it, as the
seagulls were getting more aggressive in their quest for the
fisherman's catch. Just before leaving for the day, one fisherman
decided that he would not be stingy with his catch for the day.
Curious to know, he tossed one fish into the breeze and floating
gulls above the pier, at which, a more aggressive hungry one took
bate to right in mid-air.
Yes… it was a most spectacular day upon these
harbour waters. Two ocean going U.S. Navy tugboats were entering
Hampton Roads harbour. Their destination was the Norfolk Naval Base.
They were sounding their horns as they passed Old Point Comfort at
Fort Monroe and soon they would be at pier side at this early
evening hour. They had just entered the Chesapeake Bay about two
hours ago and the crews were weary from sea duty that they had
pulled for the last month in and along the mid-Atlantic coastline.
With the dusk sky and engine sound of the tug, the running lights
were glowing with move-
ment in the waters under the night
lights of the natural harbour. The effect of the summer sunset
painted a sky quite beautiful at this hour with colors of purple,
orange, and red in the distant cloud cover at the horizon.
With the evening sunset, the harbour lights began
to glisten with points of light on the harbour water. The clouds had
moved on now and the skies were clear. The light-house at Old Point
Comfort had begun to shine, as it was ignited in the crystal clear
night sky, sending a beam to those far off the peninsula on the
A few lone fishermen had arrived at Old Point
Comfort fishing pier for the night. Seldom was anything unusual
caught here… usually spot, croaker, and an occasional red-striped
parachute jellyfish which floated effortlessly just beneath the
surface of the water. Sometimes, sand sharks were caught out toward
the mouth of the bay at the bridge-tunnel. Although they pose no
real threat to humans, the name sand shark makes everyone aware of
possible harm to their lives.
Yes, the stars were out tonight with a crescent
moon, which reflected on the harbour water. The seas were quite calm
also and the warm harbour breeze slight.
Looking up to the heavens at a time as this makes a
person wonder who could be behind the creation of such a world. It
is quite an experience to feel the beauty of God's Earth and know
that you must be very special to Him for Him to place you here.
Where did the Earth come from? Where is it going? It is our
responsibility to take care of our home planet. It grieves me to see
man destroying it with pollution. Someday everything will be
recyclable so we won't have to worry about the environment too much.
Everything will return to the Earth just as man does in death. One
dies… one is born with a purpose, under the stars of God. We are
here to fulfill His mission of carrying on the progress of the
world. Whatever our talent, whatever our task at hand, let's be sure
that we do it with pure motivation in our heart.