Second coloring page in a series of ten by the same illustrator, The Christmas Story, 1956 CC, restored by kathy grimm for young children to color for fun. |
Saturday, December 24, 2022
Jesus Is Born coloring page
Joseph took Mary on a journey coloring page
First coloring page in a series of ten by the same illustrator, The Christmas Story, 1956 CC, restored by kathy grimm for young children to color for fun. |
Saturday, December 17, 2022
Star In The East coloring page
Thursday, October 6, 2022
Color the Selkirk Grace
Color the children waiting for Santa Claus...
Sunday, July 17, 2022
Color these stained glass Christmas baubles...
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Tuesday, June 28, 2022
Color The Life of St. Andrew
Color the Life of St. Herve
Color the Life of St. Cuthbert
Color the life of St. Werburgh
Sunday, April 17, 2022
Life Again!
"Just as Moses lifted up the snake in the wilderness, so the Son of Man must be lifted up,that everyone who believes may have eternal life in him.” John 3: 14-15
"Mother, see what I found in the library just now!" exclaimed Annie as she approached her mother, carrying a large, gauzy-winged moth on her finger. "Where did it come from? and how did it get in there?"
"Call Herbert and come with me, and I'll finish the story I began to tell you some days ago." said the mother, as she went to the library and took down the cocoon from the corner in which it had been hanging.
"Now, children, I told you that a caterpillar spun this cocoon last fall, shutting itself up inside. Then it went to sleep, or apparently died. It has lain in this little casket, as we might call it, all these months - sometimes covered with the snow, sometimes rocked by the cold winds and beating rains.
"It was not dead, however. All this time that it was apparently lifeless, there was a change taking place in its body.
The caterpillar. |
The Cocoon
How the children enjoyed plucking and arranging the violets, anemones, and hepaticas! Their little hearts beat with delight as they anticipated their mother's pleasure on receiving a bouquet of wild flowers. To be sure, crocus and daffodils were blooming in the flower garden, but they were not nearly so much prized by the children as the dainty-faced flowers of the woods.
Annie, musing as she looked into their sweet faces, was busily engaged in gathering some fine violets. Suddenly she heard Herbert exclaim, "O Sis, see what I have found!" as he held up a stick which had a peculiar, ball-like something fastened to it.
"What can it be?" cried Annie.
"Come on," said Herbert, "Let's ask Mother."
Soon the two children were standing by their mother's side asking her to explain the mysterious ball, which was not really a ball, for it was not exactly round.
"Children," said Mother, "this is a cocoon. It has a pupa inside. It will take sometime to give you its history, but if you wish to hear it, sit here.
"Do you remember those large, pretty-colored moths that we saw last summer?"
"Are moths like butterflies?" asked Herbert.
"Yes, very much, yet there is quite a difference. Moths fly mostly at night, while butterflies fly in the daytime. When butterflies are resting they hold their wings upright, but moths spread their wings horizontally. The antenne, or "feelers" which project from the front of the head of the butterfly are smooth, usually having little knobs on the ends; but the antenne of a moth are more like feathers. Butterflies suck nectar from flowers; but moths never eat anything, therefore they do not live long.
"Last summer while the days were long and the sun shone warm and bright; while the trees were clothed in their green robes, and everything seemed full of life, a moth deposited a large number of eggs
on a leaf. By and by the eggs hatched into caterpillars. They were very small at first, but they immediately began eating on the leaf, and - eating made them grow. They grew and grew until their coats became too small. What do you suppose they did then? Do you think they stopped eating? No; they continued eating and growing until their coats split along the back, and then they crawled out with a new, soft, green coat on. They ate and ate, and grew and grew, until the same thing happened again. Their coats became too small and they cast them off as before. This happened several times, until the caterpillars were two or three inches long.
"Not all that family of caterpillars reached this age, perhaps only a very few. Many of them were eaten by birds and toads. But one escaped all such enemies and lived until full-grown, or mature. Then he selected this stick and began to spin this little house for himself. He worked faithfully and at last had it finished and the door closed so securely that we can not tell now where it is. What was once the caterpillar is inside, but we call it a pupa now, for it is very different. If you could see it you would think the caterpillar spun this cocoon to conceal his dead form.
"Now we shall be patient and wait to see what will happen to the cocoon. I shall finish the story another day. Meanwhile let us place the cocoon in the library, and we shall see what will come of it." Grace Graham.