The Last Eve

By Roland Greene

I chose The Last Eve as the title of this book because early in the Bible study, we learn that sin first came into a perfect world by the first Eve. She was created to be a helper for the first man Adam, who was first created, put in a perfect garden, and given instructions to dress and keep it. Also, he was given for food all that grew in the garden except the fruit of one tree, the tree of knowledge of good and evil.

Eve, who was created after Adam and from a part of Adam, was told by Adam of the instructions given to him by the Creator; otherwise, she could not have known that fruit from that tree was forbidden. Her desire to elevate herself above that which the Creator had given her is precisely the desire of women today and the reason a once great country, the United States of America along with the rest of the world, has now become so divided.

As the apostle said, we can be nothing and have nothing except it be given to use by the One who created us. Passage of the Nineteenth Amendment to the US Constitution giving women the right to vote gave her the opportunity she desired to again take that which is forbidden to her, to have authority over men (1 Timothy 2:12).

The Congress of the United States is now nearly half women, who can be accurately described as the last Eve because like the first Eve, they have taken which is forbidden to them. They take part in making laws which have authority over men as well as women. At the judgment, those men who allow it will hear as the first Adam did because you have hearkened to the voice of your wife!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Jan 5, 2023
• ISBN: 9781639033607

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The Last Eve

Roland Greene

ISBN 978-1-63903-359-1 (paperback)

ISBN 978-1-63903-360-7 (digital)

Copyright © 2022 by Roland Greene

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Say It with a Poem

A Personal Note

To My Wonderful Wife

What Must I Do?

A Touch from the Savior

Thank You, Lord

From Whom All Blessings Flow

Trust in the Lord

My Savior's Love

My Lord and My God

Not One Will He Turn Away

A Simple Prayer

I Praise You, Lord

Greetings

Drawing Closer

Words from the Psalms: From Psalm 46

Lord, Remind Me

Our Gift from God

God Not Man

A Promised Blessing

Let's Keep It Beautiful

Memories

Creation

Words from the Psalms: From Psalm 8

Words from the Psalms: From Psalms 25 and 139

I Want to Keep All Ten

Always Near

Believe

Words from the Psalms: From Psalm 31

Glory in the Lord

Teach Me Thy Way, Lord

Be Humble As a Child

Never Enough

The Mother God Created

In Memory of Those

Marriage

Spiring Has Come to Belvidere

The Lord of All

God Will Make It Good Again

Just a Prayer Away

Communion

Habits

Coming Again

Living for Jesus

Ask What You Will

His Everlasting Love

Thanks to Our God

No Room for Doubt

The Vision of Isaiah

Soon to Return

Words from the Psalms: From Psalms 14, 16, and 17

God's Beautiful Creation

Words from the Psalms of David

A Mission for All

Life Here and Hereafter

We Know Our God Is Near

Jesus Is the Answer

What Does It Mean to You?

I'll Be Satisfied

Take Time to Pray

God's Holy Word

Old Age

Only As We Are Able

A Place in Belvidere

Thanks for Love We've Shared

Stay Close to Me

Jesus Paid It All

Say It with a Poem

Are You Ready?

Watch and Pray

All in the Bible

Someone to Love

Now Is the Time

We Need Your Help Again

Life Begins at Conception

All Made by God

Happy Birthday

A Special Time

Walk by Faith

A Personal Note

The Vermont Waltz

A Promise We Can Count On

Childhood Memories

Childhood Memories

No More Tears

I Don't Need to Have a Mansion

Cabin in the Pines

I'll Never Walk Alone

A Hymn for Winnie

Same Little Angel

If Only I Could Get You Off My Mind

I Only Want to Hold You Close

It's Not Enough to Only Be Your Friend

There Came a Little Angel

So Many Mountains

Too Poor to Die

A Railroad Bum

A Railroad Bum

That's Just the Way I Am

So Many Times

Too Many Experts

Living in the Shadows

Don't Let World's Troubles Get You Down

A Lonely, Lonely Man

Have You Heard?

Don't Take Me Down That Road Again

Tell Me the Story 25

Come Home

No Longer Lost

One We Need to Know

Will You Walk

There's a Savior That I Know

There Is a Pure River

Today I Saw the Way

Walk Through the Heavens

Ten Commandments

About the Author

Part 1

Chapter 1

A Little about the Writer

Idon't expect to make some who may read this happy, but I feel I must write it, the reason being that today's society has strayed too far from reality for there to be any hope of turning back. First, a little about my life over the past ninety-three years, eighty-seven of which I remember quite well. I am just about to pass my ninety-third birthday and looking back at the early part of my life compared to the last sixty years or so, I find little good in the ways society has changed. I am part of a family of nine, the second of seven children, born two years before the crash of the stock market in 1929 when the country struggled through years of depression from which it saw little relief until it became involved in World War II. Living in rural Vermont, among my earliest memories is the time when a day laborer's wages was one dollar, and most felt blessed if fortunate enough to have a job at all. Yet I can never remember a time when I was growing up when we didn't have two loving parents with us in a comfortable home, never going hungry, or lacking the clothing we needed.

Looking back at those early days of my life, I now see the many sacrifices my parents made along the way to meet the needs of their kids, but I had to grow up before I understood. That understanding often brings to me now regrets that I couldn't have had a better understanding then and shown them more of the love they so very much deserved.

No generation since the creation of the world has ever seen the changes that mine has. Although the automobile was invented a few years before I was born, the few that existed were mostly in the cities when I came along, and the mode of travel for country life was still by the horse, train, or foot. I began my first grade of school in 1933, and all who lived within two miles of school were required to walk unless parents took them by sled or wagon drawn by horses. I do remember the equivalent of a bus for those times which was an enclosure that could be used on sleds or wagon and could seat eight kids and a driver. It kept them out of the wind, rain, and snow and was considered quite comfortable. It was used only for those who lived more than two miles from school.

All the snow that fell in winter stayed on the roads and was packed by wooden snow rollers drawn by four horse teams. Much of the time where possible, men would make a trail parallel to the road, usually through the woods with horses and sleds, and it was easier to walk that trail than the town roads kept by the rollers. I remember the snow rollers well as my dad was one of the men sitting high at the top and driving the team some of the time. After a snowstorm in the night, we would all gather at the windows when someone saw it coming to watch it pass by. I well remember walking home from school in the spring when the weather began to warm and stepping in holes where horses had broken through, and my foot wouldn't touch bottom.

But what would be thought of today as a hardship was taken in stride then, and we even managed to turn it into an everyday pleasure most of the time. My parents were not church-going people, the truthful reason being that raising seven kids and making the little money available to buy the necessities of life required long days of work every day.

They did, however, teach us at a young age that moral decency and respect for others was necessary while growing up because it would guide us throughout our entire life. I remember my dad saying to me, The first thing you need to be when you grow up is to be a man, and his definition of a man was not to be a little tougher than the other guy, but to be decent, honest, and trustworthy to all. I remember him saying, "All a poor man has is his good name. Don't ever do things to spoil it.'' He was trusted by all who knew him.

The first nine years of my life we lived three miles from the nearest village, and when my dad made a trip to the store for a few necessities now and then, it was a treat for me to go along. It was a trip that took most of a day with a team of horses, and in cold weather, many times we walked behind the sleds most of the six-mile round trip to keep warm. Most women cooked and baked and canned fruits and vegetables to meet the needs of their families, so a trip to the store was to buy what wasn't raised at home.

Most who lived on the outskirts of villages were farmers and raised a garden for vegetables and animals for meat and milk and kept chickens for eggs. There was no sale for newborn calves, so my dad would dress one when needed and hang it in the woodshed in winter to freeze. Then each day, he would shave off the frozen meat with a sharp axe to feed the hens. It was one more way to save the little money he had for other necessities, and most of the hens gave us an egg every day. In warm weather, they were let out and found seeds, insects, and whatever the Lord provided and didn't require much care, but they still gave us the eggs we needed, some hatching a new flock to take their place. Many properties had apple orchards and currant bushes, and wild berries were usually plentiful and easy to find, which made delicious low-cost meals.

I remember when first seeing bread in stores. A large loaf wrapped in waxed paper, called jumbo bread, sold for seven cents. Coffee was ground at the store when purchased, and goodies such as cookies and candy came to the stores in bulk and were sold by the pound. There were three stores in the village of the town I grew up in, and one of them sold groceries, clothing, hardware, harnesses, even caskets, and just about anything else one could want.

Chapter 2

There were nine schools in the town, and I learned later in life while reading an old town report a neighbor had kept, that the school budget for the year for all nine was eighteen thousand dollars. Today the same town has only one school and only the first six grades attend, and the yearly budget far exceeds two million dollars. Most teachers in my early years of school were not yet married and boarded with the parents of one of their pupils. Teacher's earnings were pretty much in line with that of a day laborer. Each school day opened with prayer, reciting the pledge of allegiance to the flag and country, and a time for singing two or three songs. At least one would always be a hymn, which we often heard in church a little later in life when our situation permitted us to go. The first eight grades were taught in one room by one teacher. Discipline was strictly enforced, and teachers didn't hesitate to punish kids for misbehaving, and neither parents nor government interfered, making problems in schools few.

When I was nine years old, we moved from the farm where we lived, three miles from the nearest village, to a house that was once a twenty-seven room hotel located at the end of the village of the town of Wolcott, Vermont. I have always had a fondness for the hill country we moved away from, as it was the area where I was born and had lived my first nine years of life. Living in the village was a new experience. We were a quarter mile from two churches, a half mile from three stores, and a little less than a mile from a two-room school, which had four grades and a teacher in each room. My dad worked for the town with the road crew and later became the road commissioner, a job I too held in the same town when I grew up.

We only used a few rooms in the twenty-seven room hotel which had ceased to be used as a hotel some years before, but occasionally, although forbidden by parents, we managed to get into other rooms and amuse ourselves, examining old things left from the days they were occupied by travelers. Among the rooms our family used was the old hotel kitchen with the same brick stove used to prepare meals for guests who stayed there long before. The iron top had two rows of three griddles each and an oven at the back end, which could be opened from either side. It could also be fired from two doors opening on the front end and could use wood three feet long. My mother cooked on a black iron stove with a reservoir at one end for heating water, and the old brick stove was our main source of heat.

Along with the joy of living in the old hotel was a barn and forty acres of land we were free to explore. Some open meadow, some wooded, and two big hills, one with a big sand bank. Also, there was a brook which ran the full length of the property, and my dad rented it all for five dollars a month from the local barber whose price for a haircut was twenty-five cents, the hourly wage my dad was earning then. Working six nine-hour days, his pay each Saturday night was thirteen dollars and fifty cents, but each Saturday night my dad, my brother, and I walked to the store and carried home enough groceries to take the family of nine through the next week, and he still had money left for other needs. I guess people are stronger today than they were back then because it took three of us to carry home ten dollars' worth of groceries when I was a kid, and today, one man can carry ten dollars' worth in one hand.

There are so many good memories from those early days of my life, and looking back, life was so much simpler and so much more peaceful. It was a time when people never thought of locking the