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Monday, May 27, 2024

HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY-BRING THEM HOME

 This is one of the most beautiful tributes

I have ever heard
for our servicemen/women
that so valiantly guard our safety.

~A parent's prayer for a son
(or relative)
that is away serving his country~

If you have a moment to listen to this
you will not be disappointed.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fXnRf3TQcpk


God bless all those men and women
that protect my family, friends and loved ones.

Blessings- I hope you have a wonderful
MEMORIAL DAY~

Tuesday, May 14, 2024

MAYDAY! MAYDAY!! MAYDAY!!!

 

 Hooray- Hooray

It's Really Is May Here!
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I apologize for not being
as regular with posting
as I was in the past.
Hubby is not well and takes
a lot more time at this point.
However, On with the show......

I was born late in my father's life.
He was 53 when I was born-
his first child.
Born on a farm in
Pennsylvania with
uncles and aunts that
owned farms around,
or connected, to ours.

Because of my father's age,
that meant that I grew up 
with cousins
that were almost 
a full generation 
older than I was.

So, by the time I was six or so,
many of my older cousins 
were driving.

Some were already married
or engaged.

On the first of May,
my cousins down the lane
 would come,
along with my Aunt Bessie,
and pick me up.
She never drove a car 
in her life so her
daughters drove.

We would drive 
a few miles to 
a lightly wooded area
where we would pick
MAY FLOWERS.

Today,I know that 
they were simply 
SWEET VIOLETS
in pretty pastel colors.

Oh- How I loved MAY DAY
They spread before us 
in the woods on leggy stems.
We would pick big bunches 
to bring home
and we would plop them 
in jelly jar vases.
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Then, Aunt Bessie 
would give us each 
a slice of fresh baked bread
slathered with butter 
and homemade strawberry jam.
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I would go home 
full and happy,
with my hands clutched full 
of wildflowers.
I would be smiling 
when I entered the back door 
to our farmhouse, 
 the screen door slapping shut behind me.

My brother, Charlie, who is 
smiling down from Heaven,
had a special poem
JUST FOR ME.

It went like this:

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I thought I was ugly
Until I saw you.

Yes- Oh- the fond memories 
that take me back to childhood.
I would stick my tongue out 
at him and set my
MAY FLOWERS
on the counter
to celebrate the
MAY DAY.
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So-CELEBRATE TODAY
~ JUST CELEBRATE~
CELEBRATE TODAY IN MAY.
SHOUT IT
loud and clear
MAYDAY!  MAYDAY! MAYDAY!

Did you know that if you shout MAYDAY
three times in a row 
it is 
the international signal 
of distress?

Be careful-
Be.very.careful.

You know what THAT means, 
don't you?
You may get someone 
that looks like 
THIS coming to your rescue!
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Just never you mind Kris, 
Junk Chic Cottage,
you have your OWN fireman!

HAPPY DAY IN MAY!