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Name: Ev
Country: United States
State: Minnesota
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Interests: Artistic things, The Great 3 in One , Card design, oil paintings, Poetry, and making new friends . Enjoying retirement.
Expertise: Being a grandma :) Just staying alive.
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Thursday, November 05, 2009

Is it working?

image001   Just a few lines to see if this is still working.  I can't get into my site the usual way.  Soon thanksgiving .  I'll check back with you in a bit. 


Saturday, September 26, 2009

 My days are running by too fast.
    I wonder if I am doing what I could. Why am not as enthusiastic as before?  I think
my efforts are all for nothing.  Have I wasted my time and energy

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This Day is Not Lost.....by Patricia Soito

If I have moved a single grain of sand
This day to help my fellow man,
If I have brought one stray into the fold,
Or sent a ray of hope to one lonely soul
Like a sunbeam in a prison cell;
Or on the desert sands a water well
To quench his anguish on the way of life,
Or ease his heartbreak in the battle strife....
     This day is not lost.

Remember A miracle needs no explanation to those who believe
in God; to those who don't, no explanation is enough.

We try to take one day at a time, but
sometimes several days attack at the
same time.




 

 


 


Sunday, September 20, 2009

Something to think about!

I found this  in the AARP MAGAZINE.

Nancy Perry Graham writes, "Write about what you know." The girl complained
about dirty pockets and talked a lot about boys and romance. Fidencia came
up with this.  The following words are not meant to be shouting or loud. 
 I just couldn't get the size of the typing larger for some reason.
       IT SAYS A LOT IN A FEW WORDS. 
       MANY THESE DAYS HAVE
      LITTLE OR NO CHANGE.
        MAYBE  HAVE  ONLY CHANGE.   

         Looking For Change

I run into a phone booth,
digging through my coat pockets
for some change.
In stead I pull out
a handful of old gum wrappers
and a stale Hershey bar
that I never got around to eating.
Three unemployed hairpins
that once kept the hair off my face.
A note I meant to send
to my best friend,
unopened ketchup packets
from recent binges at Mickey D,s.
A shiny gold locket
with a broken clasp
...and a broken heart...
I find a tissue to wipe away
a single tear
running down my cheek,
and still no change.
  _ Fidence Solomon, Age 15
      Brooklyn, New York

Well that's all .  I just wanted this poem
written down as it speaks to me.

      


Sunday, September 06, 2009

Time to add my words.

I am home this Sunday.  I was a church skipper today.  Yesterday was a bad day for me with stomach troubles. Today I was so tired .  Am I Bad? Skipped Church.  
                                            Labor Day 2 

Happy Surprises!  Son and Wife have moved back here .  He said that it was time to come home again.  Here is the only place he has relatives along with friends.  He has been gone 18 years.  Now it is just to find work and a home to live in with his wife and two cute dogs.  This will be hard!  His sister and husband are putting him up for awhile.  Their home is small and they have family and a dog too.  Pray that they can get along until my son finds his own place again. 

It is true worrying will not help.  Prayer will.
           Worrying is like a Rocking Chair, 
            It will give you Something to do
             but you don't Get  Anywhere.
                                                 

This is short and sweet .  I leave you with:
         May your pockets be heavy
          And your heart be light.
                                       Labor Day 1                   

 

 

 








Monday, August 17, 2009

How old am I?

I was reading a piece about old times,  I discovered how old I was
. The article mentioned the life I knew growing up. A real eye opener for me.

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What is my favorite fast food when I was growing up?  Answer:  We didn't have fast food.
All food was slow.  Seriously.  We ate at home.  Mom cooked every day and when Dad|
got home from work, we sat down together at the kitchen table to eat.

 My childhood: ----Some parents NEVER owned their own home. 
( We owned ours because it was my father's mother's home. 
Grandma went to live with her daughter.) 
Some never wore Levis, set foot on a golf course, (I am not sure I knew what a golf course
was until I was a teen. ), never traveled out of the country, or had a credit card.
 ( My mom's only trip was when she came to America at 17 yrs. from Norway.)
  The only card she had was a revolving charge card from Penny's Dept. Store.

Oh!--- 45yrs after Mom came to America, Mom and I did get to go again to Norway. It was
among the best trips I ever took.  The people there were just delightful and friendly. It is a
 Beautiful place.

  My bicycle was old, used, and weighed about 40 lbs and had only One Speed. 
We didn't have a T. V in our home until I was about 14yrs old.  It was black and white
and the station went off the air at midnight after playing the national anthem
and a poem about God. 

 I was 19 yrs. old before I tasted my first pizza.  It was called "pizza pie."
 It was my first lunch time lunch with that blank blank I married.   No one delivered Pizza, but
you could have milk delivered. 

 The only phone we got when I was about 10 or so, I think?, It was a party line
with the neighbors.  It was in the living room.  We at first said the number we wanted.
  Later there was a rotary dial to use.  We had to make sure no one was already
using the line before we could dial. 
                           Clothes Line 
                          We washed clothes, wringer washer, cold water heated on kitchen
                           stove.  Hung out to dry of course,  coal run trains made it 
                            necessary to redo clothes if a train came by while clothing dried.

                           We had no bathroom.  We took baths in the round clothes wash tub.

                             I remember when I married the biggest thrill.  No Out house!
                              There was and inside toilet.  I thought I was rich!  Of course we were not.
                            
               
                                    

Just for Fun:   A tricky starlet.

A starlet is seated next to a lawyer on a long flight.  She craves her sleep, but he
keeps waking her up.  " Let's play a trivia game," He suggests.  " If I answer wrong.
I'll pay you $50. If you answer wrong, you owe me $5."

The starlet agrees, and the lawyer goes first.  "What"s the distance between the earth
and the moon?"

The starlet hands the lawyer $5.  Now it's her turn. 
"What goes up a mountain on three legs and comes down on four?"
The lawyer is dumbstruck.  He scans the internet, flips through his pocket encyclopedia,
and texts every scientist he can find. 
Now I am trying to think what it could be?  I give up like the lawyer does,
NO dice. Hours later, he wakes up the
starlet, hands her $50, and asks , "So what's the answer?

Without a word, she hands him $5 and goes back to sleep.

I guess there is no answer?  Can you think of one?  Just wondering? 

Good Day until we meet again. 

 









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