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IRISH BLESSING

May the road rise to meet you,
may the wind be always at your back,
may the sun shine warm upon your face.

May the rains fall soft upon your fields,
and until we meet again, may the Lord
hold you in the palm of His hand.

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I find myself thinking about the hereafter a lot
lately...... Especially when I wander into a room
and wonder what I'm here after!!!

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" TO HER MAJESTY:
OF THE INTERNET! "

Graphic (c) Mary Engelbreit
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" The family tree is worth bragging
about if it has consistently produced
good timber....and not just nuts. "

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" What sunshine is to flowers....
smiles are to humanity. They are
but trifles ~ to be sure....but
scattered along life's pathway....
the good they do is inconceivable. "

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" Worry is like a rocking chair: It
gives you something to do, but
doesn't get you anywhere. "

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" Wherever you go, there you are! "

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" All the flowers of all the tomorrows
....are in the seeds of today! "

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" When you are out of whack....
it's time to get more whack! "

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" Every Woman Should Have...
one friend who always makes her laugh...
and one who allows her to cry! "

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" I was born at night....
but NOT last night! "

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" If I could catch a rainbow,
I would do it just for you,
And share with you its beauty,
On the days you're feeling blue.

If I could build a mountain,
You could call your very own,
A place to find serenity,
A place to be alone.

If I could take your troubles,
I would toss them into the sea,
But all these things I'm finding,
Are impossible for me.

I cannot build a mountain,
Or catch a rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know best,
A friend that's always there. "

~ author unknown ~

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Received February 2, 2001 from JK in SC! Thanks :)
It's long but worth every minute!


"Nostalgia for The Baby Boomers"

If you are old enough...take a stroll with me...close your
eyes...and go back...before the Internet...before
semiautomatics and crack...before SEGA or Super
Nintendo...way back...

I'm talking 'bout hide and go seek at dusk. Sitting' on the
porch, Simon Says, Kick the Can, Red light, Green light.
Lunch boxes with a thermos...chocolate milk, going home for
lunch, penny candy from the store, hopscotch, butterscotch,
skates with keys, Jacks, Mother May I? Hula Hoops and
sunflower seeds, Whist and Old Maid and Crazy Eights, wax
lips and mustaches, Mary Janes, saddle shoes and Coke bottles
with the names of cities on the bottom, running through the
sprinkler, circle pins, bobby pins, Mickey Mouse Club, Rocky
& Bullwinkle, Fran & Ollie, Spin & Marty...all in black & white.

When around the corner seemed far away, and going downtown
seemed like going somewhere. Bedtime, climbing trees,
making forts...backyard shows, lemonade stands, Cops and
Robbers, Cowboys and Indians, sittin' on the curb, staring
at clouds, jumping down the steps, jumping on the bed,
pillow fights, getting "company," ribbon candy, angel hair
on the Christmas tree, Jackie Gleason, white gloves, walking
to church, walking to the movie theater, being tickled to
death, running till you were out of breath, laughing so hard
that your stomach hurt, being tired from playin' ...
Remember that? Not steppin' on a crack or you'll break your
mother's back...paper chains at Christmas, silhouettes of
Lincoln and Washington...the smell of paste in school and
Evening in Paris.

What about the girl that had the big bubbly handwriting, who
dotted her "it's" with hearts?? The Stroll, popcorn balls, &
sock hops...Remember when...there were two types of
sneakers for girls and boys (Keds & PF Flyer) and the only
time you wore them at school was for "gym." And the girls
had those ugly uniforms.

When it took five minutes for the TV to warm up. When
nearly everyone's Mom was at home when the kids got home
from school. When nobody owned a purebred dog.

When a quarter was a decent allowance, and another quarter,
a huge bonus. When you'd reach into a muddy gutter for a
penny. When girls neither dated nor kissed until late high
school, if then. When your Mom wore nylons that came in two
pieces. When all of your male teachers wore neckties and
female teachers had their hair done, everyday and wore high heels.

When you got your windshield cleaned, oil checked, and gas
pumped, without asking, all for free, every time. And, you
didn't pay for air. And, you got trading stamps to boot!
When laundry detergent had free glasses, dishes or towels
hidden inside the box.

When any parent could discipline any kid, or feed him or use
him to carry groceries, and nobody, not even the kid,
thought a thing of it. When it was considered a great
privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real restaurant
with your parents. When they threatened to keep kids back a
grade if they failed...and did! When the worst thing you
could do at school was smoke in the bathrooms, flunk a test
or chew gum. And the prom was in the auditorium and we
danced to an orchestra, and all the girls wore pastel gowns
and the boys wore suits for the first time and we stayed out all night.

When a '57 Chevy was everyone's dream car...to cruise, peel
out, lay rubber or watch submarine races, and people went
steady and girls wore a class ring with an inch of wrapped
dental floss or yarn coated with pastel frost nail polish so
it would fit her finger.

And no one ever asked where the car keys were 'cause they
were always in the car, in the ignition, and the doors were
never locked. And you got in big trouble if you
accidentally locked the doors at home, since no one ever had
a key. Remember lying on your back on the grass with your
friends and saying things like "That cloud looks like a..."

And playing baseball with no adults to help kids with the
rules of the game. Back then, baseball was not a
psychological group learning experience -- it was a game.

Remember when stuff from the store came without safety caps
and hermetic seals 'cause no one had yet tried to poison a
perfect stranger. And...with all our progress...don't you
just wish...just once...you could slip back in time and
savor the slower pace...and share it with the children of
the 80's and 90's ...

So send this on to someone who can still remember Nancy
Drew, The Hardy Boys, Laurel & Hardy, Howdy Doody and The
Peanut Gallery, The Lone Ranger, The Shadow Knows, Nellie
Belle, Roy and Dale, Trigger and Buttermilk...as well as the
sound of a reel mower on Saturday morning, and summers
filled with bike rides, playing in cowboy land, baseball
games, bowling and visits to the pool...and eating Kool-aid
powder with sugar.

When being sent to the principal's office was nothing
compared to the fate that awaited a misbehaving student at
home. Basically, we were in fear for our lives, but it
wasn't because of drive by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc.
Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! But
we all survived because their love was greater than the threat.

Didn't that feel good, just to go back and say, Yeah, I remember that!

~ author unknown ~

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