| Blog for April 2009 |
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Wednesday, April 15 2009 09:57 PM |
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Subject: Base Weblog |
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You think English is EASY? |
1. The bandage was wound around the wound.
2. The farm was used to produce produce.
3. The dump was so full it had to refuse anymore refuse.
4. We must polish the Polish furniture.
5. The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.
6. Since there is no time like the present , he thought it was time to present the present.
7. When shot at the dove dove into the bushes.
Oh and by the way, why do we park in the driveway and drive on the parkway?? Can anybody tell me? :) |
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Friday, April 10 2009 11:13 PM |
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Subject: Base Weblog |
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Dying Peace. |
My grandmother, our beloved matriarch.
Ella. Andy. Grammy B. Artist. Teacher. Mother. Dressmaker. Poet.
She stood by the sea and her mind stored the sensations of the salty wind and the warmth of the sand beneath her feet. A short distance down the shoreline, a jutted peninsula would finally become her subject...
She sat with her brown leather sketch pad, and carefully studied the rocks and the patterns the waves made as they crashed and frothed their way. Ebbing back in swirls and eddies, this woman watched the ocean intently and with complete joy. Her long hair blowing in the breeze, she felt a move within her spirit too, and counted all the blessings she could think of.
Her pencil began slowly and carefully, building in satisfaction and creative peace, the pace quickening. Shading and contrast she had been taught, but right now school was not on her mind. She only knew the need to pass this beauty from her senses to the paper..to praise and thank God for the gifts he was giving her.
Today this drawing, along with many other various works of art, lay on a table for all her children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren to see. What a priveledge to see what she saw.
My grandmother is passed on into spirit now. But that means that her spirit lives on. I saw a picture of her today which was taken in 1938 on the steps of Framingham College. She was 22. Everyone said how remarkably similar my features are and that I look so much like her. When I am old, I hope I get the very same pure white hair she had.
She gave our family a truly fine example of how to live, and even more than that, she gave us a fine example of how to die in peace. Praise be I landed with her in life. The stories she told, the things she made, and the strength of character and amazing grace that she showed in life, will always be a part of me. |
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