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Dear Ancestor Poem On Tombstone
Words Of Wisdom I Remember My Dad Saying
A Mother's Watch Genealogy Quips
Hope You Have Enough Voices In My Heart
A Soldier's Christmas Mama's Mama
The Wonder Years Sayings
Ancestors Family Genealogist
The Genealogist's Psalm Your Name
Am I Really Me? High Flight
Whoever Finds This, I Love You! When - Remembered
Ode To "The Teacher" On The Road - Again
Removed at Author's Request Heart Prints
Grandmother's Table Whispers
Do Not Weep For Me Grandma's Connected
Friend Around The Corner Working Angel
I'm Fine Frivolous Old Gal
If I Knew End of Page
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Dear Ancestor Your tombstone stands among the rest Neglected and alone. The name and the date are chiseled out On polished, marbled stone. It reaches out to all who care It is too late to mourn. You did not know that I exist You died and I was born. Yet each of us are cells of you In flesh, in blood, in bone. Our blood contracts and beats a pulse Entirely not our own. Dear Ancestor, the place you filled One hundred years ago Spreads out among the ones you left Who would have loved you so. I wonder if you lived and loved, I wonder if you knew That someday I would find this spot, And come to visit you. Author Unknown Back to Index ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Poem on Tombstone James Henry Downing (1836-1903) An amiable Father, here lies at Rest As ever God with us, his image Blest The Friend of Man, the Friend of Truth A Friend of Age, the Guide of Youth Pleasant Grove Cemetery Back to Index ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Words of Wisdom "Never forget. Each of your words is like a feather in the wind. Once spoken, no amount of effort, regardless how heartfelt or sincere, can ever return them to your mouth. Choose your words well, and guard them most of all in the presence of those you love." Author Unknown Back to Index ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I Remember my Dad Saying... "Come over here son, now Pull my Finger..." "Young man, I'm out of snuff now!" "If you're not careful, It's going to be too wet to plow..." "That's All She Wrote!" "Where's my Belt?" (Yikes) "Go tell your Mother what you did..." "Come over here and smell of my fist!" "Buy low, Sell High..." "Don't take any Wooden Nickles..." "Don't eat the Yellow Snow!" "Just try one dip of this snuff, you might like it." (Ha!) "Don't spit into the wind..." "I just thought I'd tell ya..." "Naw, Naw! Now here's how you do it, ya see?" "No use having a knife if it ain't sharp..." "I remember when I could've bought all that for a Love and a Song." "That truck's a Hayburner. See - he just threw another Bale in..." "Yep, this is another 'Little Henry'..." "Thank You" to me for the first time... "Come back home" when I left for Viet Nam But mostly, I recall Dad whistling Wabash Cannonball James H. Downing ~ Son of Henry Y. Downing Back to Index ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A Mother's Watch She never closed her eyes in sleep 'til we were all in bed. On party nights 'til we came home she often sat and read. We little tho't about it then, when we were young and gay, How much Mother worried when we children were away. We only knew she never slept when we were out at night And that she waited just to know we'd all come home all right. Why sometimes when we'd stay away 'til one or two or three, It seemed to us that Mother heard the turning of the key. For always when we'd step inside she'd call and we'd reply. But we were all too young back then to really understand just why. Until the last one had returned she always kept a light, For Mother couldn't sleep until she kissed us all goodnight. She had to fear the world might harm the ones she loved the best. More than once we heard her say when we stole her rest, "When you are grown to women and men Perhaps I'll sleep the whole night thru. Things might be different then." And so it seemed that night and day we knew a Mother's care. That always when we got back home, we'd find her waiting there. Then came the night that we were gathered together 'round her bed. "The children all are with you now" the kindly doctor said. In her eyes there gleamed again that old time tender light, That told she had been waiting, just to know we were all right.... Author Unknown Back to Index ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Genealogy Quips My family coat of arms ties at the back....is that normal? My family tree is a few branches short! All help appreciated My ancestors must be in a witness protection program! Shake your family tree and watch the nuts fall! My hobby is genealogy, I raise dust bunnies as pets. How can one ancestor cause so much TROUBLE?? I looked into my family tree and found out I was a sap.. I'm not stuck, I'm ancestrally challenged I'm searching for myself; Have you seen me? If only people came with pull-down menus and on-line help... Isn't genealogy fun? The answer to one problem, leads to two more! It's 1998... Do you know where your-Great-G. Grandparents are? A family reunion is an effective form of birth control A family tree can wither if nobody tends it's roots A new cousin a day keeps the boredom away After 30 days, unclaimed ancestors will be adopted Am I the only person up my tree... sure seems like it Any family tree produces some lemons, some nuts and a few bad apples Ever find an ancestor HANGING from the family tree? FLOOR: The place for storing your priceless genealogy records. Gene-Allergy: It's a contagious disease, but I love it Genealogists are time unravelers Genealogy is like playing hide and seek: They hide... I seek! Genealogy: Tracing yourself back to better people "Crazy" is a relative term in my family A pack rat is hard to live with, but makes a fine ancestor I want to find ALL of them! So far I only have a few thousand I SHOULD have asked them BEFORE they died! I think my ancestors had several "Bad heir" days I'm always late. My ancestors arrived on the JUNEflower Only a Genealogist regards a step backwards, as progress Share your knowledge, it is a way to achieve immortality Heredity: Everyone believes in it until their children act like fools! It's an unusual family that hath neither a lady of the evening or a thief. Many a family tree needs pruning Shh! Be very, very quiet.... I'm hunting forebears. Snobs talk as if they had begotten their own ancestors! That's strange: half my ancestors are WOMEN! I'm not sick, I've just got fading genes Genealogists live in the past lane Cousins marrying cousins: Very tangled roots! Cousins marrying cousins: A non-branching family tree Alright! Everybody out of the gene pool! Always willing to share my ignorance.... Documentation...The hardest part of genealogy Genealogy: Chasing your own tale! Genealogy...will I ever find time to mow the lawn again? That's the problem with the gene pool: NO Lifeguards I researched my family tree... and apparently I don't exist! SO MANY ANCESTORS..........SO LITTLE TIME! By Email Back to Index ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hope You Have Enough Enough happiness to keep you sweet Enough trials to keep you strong Enough sorrow to keep you human Enough failure to keep you humble Enough hope to keep you happy Enough success to keep you eager Enough friends to give you comfort Enough wealth to meet your needs Enough enthusiasm to look forward Enough faith to banish depression Enough determination to make each day a better day than yesterday... Author Unknown Back to Index ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Voices In My Heart It was the first day of census, and all through the land each pollster was ready... a black book in hand. He mounted his horse for a long dusty ride, his book and some quills were tucked close by his side. A long winding ride down a road barely there, towards the smell of fresh bread wafting, up through the air. The woman was tired, with lines on her face and wisps of brown hair she tucked back into place. She gave him some water... as they sat at the table and she answered his questions... the best she was able. He asked her of children. Yes, she had quite a few. The oldest was twenty, the youngest not two. She held up a toddler with cheeks round and red. His sister, she whispered, was napping in bed. She noted each person who lived there with pride, and she felt the faint stirrings of the wee one inside. He noted the sex, the color, the age... the marks from the quill soon filled up the page. At the number of children, she nodded her head and saw her lips quiver for the three that were dead. The places of birth she "never forgot" ...was it Kansas? or Utah? or Oregon... or not? They came from Scotland, of that she was clear. But she wasn't quite sure just how long they'd been here. They spoke of employment, of schooling and such. They could read some... and write some... though really not much. When the questions were answered, his job there was done so he mounted his horse and he rode towards the sun. We can almost imagine his voice loud and clear, "May God bless you all for another ten years." Now picture a time warp... it's now you and me as we search for the people on our family tree. We squint at the census and scroll down so slow as we search for that entry from long, long ago. Could they only imagine on that long ago day that the entries they made would affect us this way? If they knew, would they wonder at the yearning we feel, and the searching that makes them so increasingly real. We can hear if we listen, the words they impart, through their blood in our veins and their voice in our heart. Darlene Stevens Back to Index ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A Soldier's Christmas 'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT. SOON ROUND THE WORLD, THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY, AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY. THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR, BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS, LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE. I COULDN'T HELP WONDER HOW MANY LAY ALONE, ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME. THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE, I DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND STARTED TO CRY. THE SOLDIER AWAKENED AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE, "SANTA DON'T CRY, THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE; I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM, I DON'T ASK FOR MORE, MY LIFE IS MY GOD, MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS." THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP, I COULDN'T CONTROL IT, I CONTINUED TO WEEP. I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS, SO SILENT AND STILL AND WE BOTH SHIVERED FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL. I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT, THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR SO WILLING TO FIGHT. THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER, WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE, WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA, IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE." ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH, AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT, MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT. By Email Back to Index ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mama's Mama Mama's Mama, on a Winter's day, Milked the cows and fed them hay, Slopped the hogs, saddled the mule, And got the children off to school. Did a washing, mopped the floors, Washed the windows and did some chores, Cooked a dish of home-dried fruit, Pressed her husband's Sunday suit. Swept the parlor, made the bed, Baked a dozen loaves of bread, Split some wood and lugged it in, Enough to fill the kitchen bin. Cleaned the lamps and put in oil, Stewed some apples she thought might spoil, Churned the butter, baked a cake, Then exclaimed, "For goodness sake! The calves have got out of the pen!" Went out and chased them in again. Gathered the eggs and locked the stable, Returned to the house and set the table. Cooked a supper that was delicious, And afterward washed all the dishes, Fed the cat, sprinkled the clothes, Mended a basket full of hose. Then opened the organ and began to play, "When You Come to the End of a Perfect Day." The Bald Eagle (newsletter) Back to Index ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Wonder Years Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you're in diapers; the next day you're grown. But the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. I remember a place... a town... a house like a lot of houses... A yard like a lot of other yards... On a street like a lot of other streets. And the thing is... after all these years, I still look back... with wonder. Final episode of The Wonder Years Back to Index ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sayings Not Idle and Lonely, but Active and Happy... For Every Evil under the Sun, There is a Remedy, or there is None. If there is one Find It, If Not, Never Mind It. L.M. Applegate Back to Index ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ancestors If you could see your ancestors All standing in a row, Would you be proud of them? Or don't you really know? Strange discoveries are often made, In climbing the family tree. Sometimes one is found in line Who shocks the progeny. If you could see your ancestors All standing in a row, Perhaps there might be one or two You wouldn't care to know. Now turn the question right about And take another view. When you shall meet your ancestors Will they be proud of you? Author Unknown Back to Index ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Beatitudes of a Family Genealogist Blessed are the great grandmothers, who hoarded newspaper clippings and old letters, For they tell the story of their time. Blessed are all the grandfathers who filed every legal document, For this provides proof. Blessed are grandmothers who preserved family Bibles and diaries, For this is our heritage. Blessed are fathers who elect officials that answer letters of inquiry, For some, this is their only link to the past. Blessed are mothers who relate family traditions and legends to the family, For one of her children will surely remember. Blessed are the relatives who fill in family sheets with extra data, For them we owe the family history. Blessed is any family whose members strive for the preservation of records, For theirs is a labour of love. Blessed are the children who will never say, "Grandma, you have told that old story twice today." Author Unknown Back to Index ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Genealogist's Psalm Genealogy is my pastime, I shall not stray. It maketh me to lie down and examine half-buried tombstones. It leadeth me into still courthouses; It restoreth my ancestral knowledge. It leadeth me in paths of census records & ship's passenger lists for my surname's sake. Yea, though I walk through the shadows of research libraries & microfilm readers, I shall fear no discouragement. For a strong urge is within me; the curiosity & motivation they comforteth me. It demandeth preparation of storage space for the acquisition of countless documents. It annointeth my head with burning mid-night oil; my family group sheets runneth over. Surely birth, marriage, & death dates shall follow me all the days of my life; And I shall dwell in the house of a family-History seeker forever. By Wildamae Brestal Back to Index ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Your Name You got from your father It was all he had to give So it's yours to use and cherish for as long as you live. If you lose the watch he gave you It can always be replaced But a black mark on your name, Son, Can never be erased. It was clean the day you took it And a worthy name to bear When he got it from his father There was no dishonor there. So make sure you guard it wisely, After all is said and done You'll be glad the name is spotless When you give it to your son. Edgar Albert Guest (1881-1959) Back to Index ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Am I Really Me? I started out calmly, tracing my tree, To find, if I could, the makings of me. And all that I had was Great-grandfather's name, Not knowing his wife's nor from whence they both came. I chased him across a long line of states, And came up with pages and pages of dates. When all put together, it made me forlorn, Proved poor Great-grandpa had never been born. One day I was sure the truth I had found, Determined to turn this whole thing upside down. I looked up the record of one Uncle John, Then found the old man was younger than his son. But then when my hopes were growing quite dim, I came across records that must have been him. The facts I collected - they made me quite sad, Dear old Great-grandfather was never a Dad. I think someone surely is pulling my leg, I'm not at all sure I'm not hatched from an egg. After hundreds of dollars I've spent on my tree, I can't help but wonder if I'm really me. Author Unknown Back to Index ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
High Flight Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward Iíve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hovíring there, Iíve chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air. Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue Iíve topped the windswept heights with easy grace Where never lark, or even eagle flew. And, while with silent, lifting mind Iíve trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God. John Gillespie Magee, Jr Back to Index ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Whoever Finds This, I Love You On the quiet street in the city A little old man walked alone Shuffling through the autumn afternoon And the autumn leaves reminded him Another summer's come and gone He had long lonely nights ahead waiting for June Then among the leaves near an orphan's home A piece of paper caught his eyes And he stooped to pick it up with trembling hands As he read the childish writing The old man began to cry 'Cause the words burned inside him like a brand "Whoever finds this, I love you Whoever finds this, I need you I ain't even got no one to talk to So, whoever finds this, I love you!" Well, the old man's eyes searched the orphan's home And came to rest upon a child With her nose pressed up against the window pane And the old man knew he'd found a friend at last So he waved at her and smiled And they both knew they'd spend the winter Laughing at the rain And they did spend the winter laughing at the rain Talking through the fence Exchanging little gifts they've made for each other The old man would carve toys And the little girl would draw pictures of beautiful ladies for him And they laughed a lot But then one day on the first of June The little girl ran to the fence... the old man wasn't there And, somehow she knew he was never coming back So she went back to her little room took a crayon, And wrote "Whoever finds this, I love you Whoever finds this, I need you I ain't even got no one to talk to So, whoever finds this, I love you!" Mac Davis Back to Index ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
WHEN - REMEMBERED IN MEMORY I OFTEN GO BACK IN TIME AND PUT MY THOUGHTS INTO WORDS THAT RHYME DEEP INSIDE THEY WILL FOREVER REMAIN TO RE-LIVE MY EXPERIENCES OF A CHILD, AGAIN MY MIND WANDERS BACK TO THE OLD NEIGHBORHOOD TO OLD DIRT ROADS WHERE A BOY ONCE STOOD THOSE DAYS LONG BEFORE I BECAME A TEEN WHEN MAMA COOKED WITH OIL AND KEROSENE MANY TIMES OVER WE'D DIG US A CAVE FANTASY, TRANQUILLITY AND CONTENTMENT THEY GAVE FOR SANITATION MOM EVEN MADE LYE SOAP NOT MUCH TO DREAM, BUT LOTS OF HOPE BUB ROGERS, FLETCHER GRISSOM AND JOHN L TOO MEANT MORE TO ME THAN I EVER KNEW AT TIMES WE ACCEPT WITHOUT THANKS OR PRAISE THE FRIENDS AND THINGS GIVEN US IN MANY WAYS MS BORTON STARTED US ALL IN SCHOOL AT CHURCH WE WERE TAUGHT THE GOLDEN RULE THE NEIGHBORS WERE ALL DEFINITELY FOR REAL AND MANY-A-TIME WE'D EVEN SHARE A MEAL POST-DEPRESSION TIMES BROUGHT LAUGHTER AND TEARS MEMORIES WILL PRESERVE THEM FOR YEARS AND YEARS HOPE COMES TO US FROM NEVER-DREAMED-OF PLACES AND MAKES US AWARE OF OUR LITTLE GRACES THE NEIGHBORHOOD I KNEW IS NOW ONLY HISTORY BUT DIGNITY, HONOR & WARMTH MADE US ONE FAMILY THINGS THAT HAPPENED THERE SO LONG AGO MEAN MORE TO ME THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW Ray Downing '93' {Son of Henry & Addie Downing} Back to Index ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
ODE TO "THE TEACHER" To be a teacher she had always yearned So her Teacher's Certificate was proudly earned Formally taught in her early history In a small school house in Vivian Community She patiently taught my ABC's to me Talked about life and how things should be And long before I enrolled in school She had passed to me the Golden Rule We called her Mama, Mom and Mother She earned these titles as well as any other Her name was Addie - but to me she was my teacher Fed my spiritual life more than any preacher Her influence was felt as she entered any room Got her point across even pushing a broom She taught us early - hearts she would mold At church even taught in the Cradle Roll And to all the members of our family tree There were many Grandmas - but SHE was their Granny She deserves honor, praise and a great big reward To her these mean nothing. She is now with the Lord This dear teacher has been the APPLE of my eye And all the words I use - I say with a sigh Right now I'll bet - more than any other thing Mama's up there teaching those angel's how to sing Written by Ray Downing "Number 3 son" 1994 {Son of Addie Leila (Carroll) Downing 1901-1987} Back to Index ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
ON THE ROAD - AGAIN He affected my life right from the very start He lacked some things, but had lots of heart I remember he drove a great big TRUCK The profession he chose to make a buck After driving, his shoulders would ache at night Rubbing with warm grease and Vicks made them right When he returned he's bring a small gift Which would always give my spirits a lift Self-reliance is what he taught us boys Shared his spiritual thoughts, life's benefits and joys He accomplished some things that are hard to beat Like when he was named "Deacon of the week" I learned many things while sitting on his lap Like remembering his great big old razor strap "Happiness is liking what you got - That's what this world is all about" He gave us something we could hold Cannot be bought and can't be sold Those things that will never wear out He gave us many ways to get about Other things that I affectionately recall Like him whistling his favorite: Wabash Cannonball These memories I kept since I was a lad Of a guy I remember and respect: That's my Dad! Ray Downing Son of Henry Downing, 1995 {Henry Young Downing 1903-1980} Back to Index ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Heart Prints Her heart prints were left on others I'm told I hear this from both the young and the old Heart prints are rarely ever seen And it's hard to tell just what they mean The prints were placed when she comforted me There were five sons, I was number three The Wisdom, Faith and Strength she shared Always told us she really cared These prints have remained down through the years The ones she placed through laughter and tears Her response as we completed any task "Give God the Glory, is all I ask" Some say Heart Prints are all in my mind I still take them over any other kind They forever remind me of her love Now she's placing Heart Prints up above Ray Downing ~ 1996 {Son of Addie Leila (Carroll) Downing} Back to Index ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grandmother's Table
It may be that the older we get, the more this story will mean to us. But we should learn it while we are young, for the sake of the generation coming before us...

Once there was a feeble old woman whose husband died and left her all alone, so she went to live with her son and his wife and their own little daughter.
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Every day the old woman's sight dimmed and her hearing grew worse, and sometimes at dinner her hands trembled so badly the peas rolled off her spoon or the soup ran from her cup. The son and his wife could not help but be annoyed at the way she spilled her meal all over the table.
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And one day, after she knocked over a glass of milk, they told each other that enough is enough. They set up a small table for her in the corner next to the broom closet and made the old woman eat her meals there.
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She sat all alone, looking with tear-filled eyes across the room at the others. Sometimes they spoke to her while they ate, but usually it was to scold her for dropping a bowl or a fork.
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One evening just before dinner, the little girl was busy playing on the floor with her building blocks, and her father asked her what she was making. "I'm building a little table for you and mother," she smiled, "so you can eat by yourselves in the corner someday when I get big."
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Her parents sat staring at her for some time and then suddenly both began to cry. That night they led the old woman back to her place at the big table.
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From then on she ate with the rest of the family, and her son and his wife never seemed to mind a bit when she spilled something every now and then.
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adapted from the Brothers Grimm
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Whispers A child's love is like a whisper, given in little ways we do not hear but if you listen closely it will be very clear. They often do not say it loud but in how they come to you... Daddy will you play with me? Mommy, tie my shoe? ...the many ways they tell you changes as they grow Dad I made the team today! Mom I've Got to go! Pop I need some money You see there's... this girl at school.... Mama I met a boy today and wow he is so cool...! Dad I've got something to tell you... I think she is the one. Mom, He asked me to marry him. Would you love him as your son? Dad I've got some news for you... It's gonna be a boy! Mom I'm kind of scared of this, yet I'm filled with joy! A child's love is like a whisper, given in little ways we do not hear but if you listen closely it will be very clear. They often do not say it loud but in how they come to you... Grandpa will you play with me? Grandma tie my shoe... It is never ending A blessing from above Listen to the whispers of a child's love. By Email Back to Index ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Do Not Weep For Me Do Not Stand By My Grave And Weep I Am Not Dead, I Do Not Sleep. I Am A thousand Winds That Blow, I Am A Diamond Glint On Snow. I Am The Sunset On Ripened Grain, I Am The Gentle Autumn Rain. When You Awake In The Autumn Hush, I Am The Swift Uplifting Rush. Of Quiet Birds In Circling Flight, I Am The Soft Starshine At Night. Do Not Stand By My Grave And Cry, I Am Not There, I Did Not Die. Author Unknown Back to Index ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grandma's Connected In the not too distant past, -I remember very well- Grandma's tended to their knitting and their cookies were just swell. They were always there and ready when you needed some advice, And their sewing (I can tell you) was available -and nice. Well, Grandma's not deserted you, she dearly loves you still, You just won't find her cooking, but she's right there at the till. She thinks about you daily you haven't been forsook, Your photos are quite handy, in her Pentium notebook. She scans your art work now though, and combines it with cool sounds, to make electronic greetings, she prints pictures by the pounds. She's right there when you need her, You really aren't alone, She's out now with her "puter" pals, but she took her new cell phone. You can also leave a message on her answering machine, or page her at the fun meet, she's been there since nine fifteen. Yes, the world's a very different place, there is no doubt of that, So "E" her from her web page, or join her in a chat. She's joined the electronic age and it really seems to suit her, So don't expect the same old gal, cause Grandma's gone "Computer." Author Unknown Back to Index ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Friend Around The Corner Around the corner I have a friend In this great city that has no end, Yet the days go by and weeks rush on, And before I know it, a year is gone And I never see my old friend's face, For life is a swift and terrible race, He knows I like him just as well, As in the days when I rang his bell, And he rang mine... If, we were younger then, And now we are busy, tired men... Tired of playing a foolish game, Tired of trying to make a name... "Tomorrow" I say "I will call on Jim" "Just to show that I'm thinking of him." But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes, And distance between us grows and grows... Around the corner! - yet miles away, "Here's a telegram sir-" "Jim died today." And that's what we get and deserve in the end... Around the corner, a vanished friend... Author Unknown
     If you love someone, tell them... Remember always to say what you mean... Never be afraid to express yourself... Take this opportunity to tell someone what they mean to you...

      Seize the day and have no regrets... Most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have helped make you the person that you are today and are what it's all about anyway...

      Remember this message, pass it on to friends. Let it make a difference in your day and theirs. Don't pass up the opportunity of remembrance... The difference between expressing love and having regrets is that the regrets will last forever...

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^i^ Working Angel ^i^ Last night I had a dream; It had a tale to tell. I dreamed I saw an angel; Poor thing, he wasn't feeling well. His body bruised and battered His wings were ripped and torn - This angel could hardly walk, He looked so tired and worn. I walked right up to him to ask; "Angel? How can this be?" He turned around and paused a bit, Then he spoke these words to me: "I'm your Guardian Angel, A great task as you can see. You've run amok most all your life: Look what it's done to me. These bruises are from shielding you In times both dire and ill. Those alcoholic bouts and drugs you've used I've often paid the bill You see my wings are ripped and torn; A noble badge I wear; How often they have flown you From evils unaware. Each mark is it's own story Of deadly wounds destroyed. You made me wish - more than once - That I was unemployed. If only you could make it Standing on your own; Oh, don't you fret or worry - But please try to remember - I'm getting old and frail." I could not believe all I had heard, Let alone how much he cared. I wept upon his shoulder, Then left him in despair. The next day I sat and pondered: Should I really try? And in the distance I thought I heard; A frail old angel cry. Author Unknown Back to Index ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm Fine There is nothing whatever the matter with me. I'm just as healthy as can be. I have arthritis in both my knees, and when I talk, I talk with a wheeze. My pulse is weak, and my blood is thin, But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in. My teeth eventually have to come out, and my diet ... I hate to think about! I am overweight and I can't get thin, but I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in. I think my liver is out of whack, and a terrible pain is in my back. My hearing is poor, my sight is dim. Most everything seems to be out of trim. But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in. I have arch support for both my feet, or I wouldn't be able to go on the street. Sleeplessness I have, night after night, and in the morning I'm just a sight. My memory's failing, my head's in a spin. I'm practically living on aspirin, but I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in. The moral is, as the tale we unfold, that for you and me who are growing old, It's better to say "I'm fine" with a grin, than to let them know the shape we're in! Author Unknown Back to Index ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Frivolous Old Gal


Remember, old folks are worth a fortune, with silver in their hair, gold in their teeth, stones in their kidneys, lead in their feet, and gas in their stomachs.


I have become a little older now and a few changes have come into my life. Frankly, I have become quite a frivolous old gal. I am seeing five gentlemen every day. As soon as I wake up, WILL POWER helps me get out of bed. Then I go down the hall and see JOHN.


Next, CHARLIE HORSE comes along and takes a lot of my time and attention. When he leaves ARTHUR RITIS shows up and stays the rest of the day. He doesn't like to stay in one place very long, so he takes me from joint to joint.


After such a busy day, I'm really tired and glad to relax with BEN GAY.


What a life! The preacher came to visit me the other day. He said, at my age, I should be thinking about "the hereafter."

I told him, "Oh, I do, all the time! No matter where I am ... in the parlor, upstairs, in the kitchen or down in the basement ... I ask myself, "NOW, WHAT AM I HERE AFTER?"


~ Author Unknown ~
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If I Knew


If I knew it would be the last time that I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.


If I knew it would be the last time that I'd see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss and call you back for one more.


If I knew it would be the last time I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would videotape each action and word, so I could play them back day after day.


If I knew it would be the last time, I could spare a minute or two,
To stop and say "I love you," instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.


If I knew it would be the last time I would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more, so I can let just one slip away.


For surely there's always tomorrow to make up for an oversight,
And we always get a second chance to make everything right.


There will always be another day to say our "I love you's."
And certainly there's another chance to say our, "Anything I can do's."


But just in case I might be wrong, and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you and I hope I never forget.


Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight..


So if you're waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely regret the day...


That you didn't take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or a kiss,
And you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.


So hold your loved ones close today, whisper in their ear...
Tell them how much you love them and that you'll always hold them dear.


Take time to say "I'm sorry," "please forgive me," "thank you" or "it's okay,"
And if tomorrow never comes, you'll have no regrets about today.

Author Unknown
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