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i am a SAHM of 5. keeping this short, let me just say that this is my favorite place to be when i am online. and though i dont say much, i do read and i do care. so, i am here and i find comfort in what we do here. and i appreciate all of you, for all your reasons, for keeping me company here.|
i have such a special place in my heart for the Babies buried in Potter's Field..both in Valhalla and on Hart's Island. i keep them in my prayers and i visit them as often as i could. please don't forget them, i promise i won't.
God bless all of you.
"..once in a while you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right.."
~*~*I am coming back, slowly. time heals all.. and being here makes that time go faster.
much love and many thanks
Potters Field (Unknown Soldiers by Melly)
I am he, or can you guess
A lonely hull, laid down to rest
The earthen sod a canopy
The only shade to cover me.
Remembrance of life has ebbed away
A desolate husk, imprisoned decayed
But I was man, I know that much
I lived, I breathed, until deaths clutch
Vaguely recalling the spoils of war,
Of blinding pain felt to the core.
Now here am I, I can not see
The medals of valor they pinned on me
In fields of wheat I once did roam
Now this pine box I call my home.
No name have I etched here in stone
My country lives, I die alone
Grandchildren I can never hold,
War stories that will ner' be told.
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|Genealogy Girl||Genealogist's Christmas Eve|
'Twas the night before Christmas
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even my spouse.
The dining room table with clutter was spread
With pedigree charts and with letters which said...
"Too bad about the data for which you wrote;
Sank in a storm on an ill-fated boat."
Stacks of old copies of wills and such
Were proof that my work had become too much.
Our children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads.
And I at my table was ready to drop
From work on my album with photos to crop.
Christmas was here, and such was my lot
That presents and goodies and toys I'd forgot.
Had I not been busy with grandparents' wills,
I'd not have forgotten to shop for such thrills,
While others bought gifts to bring Christmas cheers,
I'd spent time researching those birth dates and years.
While I was thus musing about my sad plight,
A strange noise on the lawn gave me such a great fright.
Away to the window I flew in a flash,
Tore open the drapes and yanked up the sash.
When what with my wondering eyes should appear,
But an overstuffed sleigh and eight small reindeer.
Up to the house top the reindeer they flew,
With a sleigh full of toys and 'ole Santa Claus, too.
And then in a twinkle, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of thirty-two hoofs.
As I drew in my head, and bumped it on the sash,
Down the cold chimney fell Santa--KER-RASH!
"Dear" Santa had come from the roof in a wreck,
And tracked soot on the carpet, (I could wring his short neck!)
Spotting my face, good 'ole Santa could see
I had no Christmas spirit you'd have to agree.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And filled all the stockings, (I felt like a jerk).
Here was Santa, who'd brought us such gladness and joy:
When I'd been too busy for even one toy.
He spied my research on the table all spread
"A genealogist!" He cried! (My face was all red!)
"Tonight I've met many like you," Santa grinned,
As he pulled from his sack a large book he had penned.
I gazed with amusement--the cover it read
Genealogy Lines for Which You Have Plead.
"I know what it's like as a genealogy bug."
He said as he gave me a great Santa hug.
"While the elves make the sleighful of toys I now carry,
I do some research in the North Pole Library!
A special treat I am thus able to bring,
To genealogy folk who can't find a thing."
"Now off you go to your bed for a rest,
I'll clean up the house from this genealogy mess."
As I climbed up the stairs full of gladness and glee,
I looked back at Santa who'd brought much to me.
While settling in bed, I heard Santa's clear whistle,
To his team, which then rose like the down of a thistle.
And I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight,
"Family history is Fun! Merry Christmas! Goodnight!"
|curtis taylor||Happy Belated mothers day to a special mother|
|Soupbone||Seasons Greetings!|Added by Soupbone on Dec 26, 2008 5:44 AM
to you scarlet,and your family.
Added by johnboy on Dec 17, 2008 11:43 AM
It was my honor to do so. Take care and God Bless you and your family.
Added by gabbybug on Oct 11, 2008 4:47 PM
thanks for your lovely message..
call buy anytime, your friend
Added by johnboy on Oct 10, 2008 9:25 AM
thank you for leaving flowers for relatives i never knew
|Floral Designer||THANK YOU|
For leaving flowers to my parents and my grandparents, who I never new, Boy that was a totally surprised, to see a different name but mine. :O) thanks again.
|NJ42||Re: Robyn Denicola|
Glad to be able to help.
Added by NJ42 on Sep 23, 2008 8:54 PM
|Floral Designer||photo request is filled|
please request the others here and I will add the photo.
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