tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27769438982319309672024-02-02T09:47:05.124-08:00Which to choose -Beading Grannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09228647034914359555noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776943898231930967.post-35569351962701417802010-01-23T06:50:00.000-08:002010-01-23T06:50:04.972-08:00Which to choose -: ~Newest Jewelry~<a href="http://beadinggranny.blogspot.com/2008/06/newest-jewelry.html">Which to choose -: ~Newest Jewelry~</a>Beading Grannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09228647034914359555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776943898231930967.post-7240972382587406892009-07-03T10:36:00.000-07:002009-07-03T11:35:33.411-07:00When I Needed You... (click here)<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">You know sometimes I feel if my brother would face the facts and apologize for some of his ways and actions towards his family (his sisters) - maybe his life would be a little better. Without all the conflicts and emotional heartaches he challenges from day to day. I love this man with all my heart and yet he denies me even as a sister! Well, I remember most of the poems I wrote when I had to be Moms' care giver and he never helped and I am now bitter as I was then. He pretended all was well the day we buried Mama and stabbed me in the heart again for the last time! It will take a lot for me to try and forgive, but I can't promise anything - I may get Alzheimer's and forget - yet my feelings are written and saved. God bless anyone who has a family member that can actually ride all around you, walk right next time to you and not even acknowledge you...God forbid this happens to you!!!!</span></em></strong><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354292850348938162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8OF79c2q7Hcvrj3zrFu6eWRix7IRelypJIiKCkfQNGlKOnDp8QRzI8J4kDi6DaVxm44ZqdYBpE3TCLRWQfzAK0wkLPWvgvlbNNFloB5sf6ZD0QDzwoA8lA1oy2L6nwfZxU_kddwct_JBD/s320/40.gif" /><br /><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;">A Housecoat for Mom!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkkICyyFxIaCMITV8IWVzbTEeyU-4Wm7B2zW5vsIPHrkthiyD7cprROJTdeKbTVBhSZXTnch3-oHIU5K6OWTUD1j2W_X1T5hFK6_BjPZwHjLq7Daplegdd_UEMbwr04lX4TFFCUzuQopaG/s1600-h/housecoat.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354291994700251346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkkICyyFxIaCMITV8IWVzbTEeyU-4Wm7B2zW5vsIPHrkthiyD7cprROJTdeKbTVBhSZXTnch3-oHIU5K6OWTUD1j2W_X1T5hFK6_BjPZwHjLq7Daplegdd_UEMbwr04lX4TFFCUzuQopaG/s320/housecoat.jpg" /></a>As we celebrated Mom on Mothers` Day<br />A gift from her son in a fashioned way<br />Mom’s not able to open presents now<br />It`s sad to know she doesn`t know how<br />If she really knew who her present was from<br />She`d say, "oh, it`s a housecoat for Mom!"<br />If you`d only come to see her now and then<br />You would know the kind of gifts to send<br />Mom doesn`t wear housecoats anymore<br />She needs something warm as she paces the floor<br />If you only knew of the things she could use<br />There`s a lot of gifts you could choose<br />We celebrate another day for bearing presents<br />With her soft warm smile and thoughts so pleasant<br />She`ll be looking for your gift and who it`s from<br />Knowing it`s always "a housecoat for mom!"<br /><br />Sylvia Allison<br />5-11-98</span></em></strong><br /></div><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354292850348938162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8OF79c2q7Hcvrj3zrFu6eWRix7IRelypJIiKCkfQNGlKOnDp8QRzI8J4kDi6DaVxm44ZqdYBpE3TCLRWQfzAK0wkLPWvgvlbNNFloB5sf6ZD0QDzwoA8lA1oy2L6nwfZxU_kddwct_JBD/s320/40.gif" /><strong><em> <strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;">You May Run But You Can`t Hide<br /><br />Someday you may wake up and easily find<br />You have forgotten you`re losing your mind<br />Someone was here for you with arms open wide<br />You may run but you can`t hide.<br />You’ll be sorry you left us and I’m sure you will<br />For one day you may find your world standing still<br />Your mom raised you and stood by your side<br />You may run but you can`t hide.<br />In years to come you’ll see you were wrong<br />That your mom just needed to belong<br />Never let you down although she cried<br />You may run but you can’t hide.<br />So think of it brother you are her son<br />She just wanted to love you and needed someone<br />She may have forgotten but Mom had her pride<br />You may run but you can`t hide.<br /><br />~Sylvia Allison<br />9/10/98</em><br /></p><br /></strong><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354292850348938162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8OF79c2q7Hcvrj3zrFu6eWRix7IRelypJIiKCkfQNGlKOnDp8QRzI8J4kDi6DaVxm44ZqdYBpE3TCLRWQfzAK0wkLPWvgvlbNNFloB5sf6ZD0QDzwoA8lA1oy2L6nwfZxU_kddwct_JBD/s320/40.gif" /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"><strong>It’s Too Late Now<br /><br />After watching mama suffering so<br />Many places she could go<br />Sisters shared the caregiving somehow<br />Why dear brother, it’s too late now.<br />You sat back while we all worried<br />In our daily lives being rushed and hurried <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL8ksvrGgw_pp7c3f6xGvJhn4W_dMtx4FNcN5HDiXC1PD6o_H28fgBo2pFzm8T_h3V4-aPQYkrtHDT6-jFsyMRIldPmrr-XadSMNYpzr7yyUOw5yib0r93GAAmYlM9Tdsfu49s-Fxbk59s/s1600-h/1angelswatchingoveryou-1.gif"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 229px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354295659934017986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL8ksvrGgw_pp7c3f6xGvJhn4W_dMtx4FNcN5HDiXC1PD6o_H28fgBo2pFzm8T_h3V4-aPQYkrtHDT6-jFsyMRIldPmrr-XadSMNYpzr7yyUOw5yib0r93GAAmYlM9Tdsfu49s-Fxbk59s/s320/1angelswatchingoveryou-1.gif" /></a><br />Never cared if we wiped a brow<br />Sorry dear brother, it’s too late now.<br />The time has come for mama to leave my home<br />So many times I felt alone<br />Now you come in and want to take a bow<br />Think dear brother, it’s too late now.<br />One day you may think about this and see<br />What your ignoring did to me<br />You’ll stand outside that Pearly Gate<br />Think dear brother, before it’s too late.<br /><br />~Sylvia Allison<br />9/26/98</strong> </span></em></span></em></strong>Beading Grannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09228647034914359555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776943898231930967.post-25953931993268303672009-02-09T16:59:00.000-08:002009-03-20T08:23:44.306-07:00Happy Birthday, Mom 2/10/09 (click here)<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWDxBzQomlpqaLsfeTNAMkISk4pq30OICOMjHK80kXagRTpNvIaw6e7Qxbd7bec8DNQUoDbcOPXOb4kuCoxBaMXDWqmO5nxwRr9FR6Q7CUMk88UeYxP4zzGptXbNPuQGEl5jjDpZW2sgxc/s1600-h/the+touch.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300971617824929202" style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWDxBzQomlpqaLsfeTNAMkISk4pq30OICOMjHK80kXagRTpNvIaw6e7Qxbd7bec8DNQUoDbcOPXOb4kuCoxBaMXDWqmO5nxwRr9FR6Q7CUMk88UeYxP4zzGptXbNPuQGEl5jjDpZW2sgxc/s320/the+touch.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Celebrating in Heaven…</span><br /><br />Today is the birthday of our Mother, so dear<br />In our hearts we mourn her so<br />Memories of our loved one we hold so near<br />Never wanting to let her go<br />Hold on to her hand ever so tight<br />Dear loved ones who have gone before<br />While she celebrates in Heaven tonight<br />Our dear Mother whom we all adore<br />She'll watch down while we are at her grave<br />Placing flowers to commend her birth<br />She was loving, gentle and oh so brave<br />While she spent her time here on earth<br />Vickie, hold her tight and give her a kiss<br />From all of us left behind<br />We know she is happy and in pure bliss<br />She is free now and not confined<br />Her memory returned to her that sad, cold night<br />When God called this angel to stay<br />To dwell in Heaven with all of you tonight<br />Celebrating today, her birthday!<br /><br />Happy 89th Birthday, Mama<br />We love you and miss you-<br />2/10/09<br />Judy, PeeWee, Sylvia (Tip)and Elaine</em></span></p><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"></span></em><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga3E6n0NdqatF5llBIhuv2-iRyMEgpgKPypNhtrS_UYzUWiW6glo67A6UeoJU4VN2fSdrlFF2L9ua7P4K_ETP1Bf7dPcpx2gRfnafidQZq-OV9tZO1K3XDMiUJunTRXkM3KFPIAfKTppAz/s1600-h/149.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300971608060257538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga3E6n0NdqatF5llBIhuv2-iRyMEgpgKPypNhtrS_UYzUWiW6glo67A6UeoJU4VN2fSdrlFF2L9ua7P4K_ETP1Bf7dPcpx2gRfnafidQZq-OV9tZO1K3XDMiUJunTRXkM3KFPIAfKTppAz/s320/149.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><em>Fond memories of a loving Mother in pictures of long ago -</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><em>This is on Christmas Day 1972 after a gathering of all the family at the Alamance Lutheran Church Clubhouse in Alamance, North Carolina - oh the times we as a family had spending Christmas dinners there with loved ones. So many years have passed by - times have changed; families don't gather as they did in earlier times. It was the utmost importance to our mother we always visit and do things together - as a family - we do try and do things together always and for Mama ...<br /></p></em></span><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvvW20WDRIa8W_o_03Yi2I31EkkPiObmKMBlg1t7-IO-hn7yEPdTqC3vi0HqDxtd1HgJ7JlfGZczbHm1RBVg3E8lwkQxT4Qzi3AFjqKe83mKUqQEBXseWo9okvwPbcjfx8NE6fAN0bisEw/s1600-h/mama+sleeping.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300971609242850226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvvW20WDRIa8W_o_03Yi2I31EkkPiObmKMBlg1t7-IO-hn7yEPdTqC3vi0HqDxtd1HgJ7JlfGZczbHm1RBVg3E8lwkQxT4Qzi3AFjqKe83mKUqQEBXseWo9okvwPbcjfx8NE6fAN0bisEw/s320/mama+sleeping.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;">*When the day came and God called you home<br />You remembered then where you came from<br />You remembered your life and all of your years<br />You're now in Heaven without any fears -</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"><strong>Grief is a journey -</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"><strong>Not a destination...</strong></span></em></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd-6kEjjVcFGNnwNciFiutoaFYegiTw1Dz_40T2Adg13QMFUIA9r0z4Qj62o9_GDR0SZ41ZJ_NA60IkN0fS8PrRpQGKrLpCO0VyT_ss26xuBTfM8G9pMloleaoHYD1vJpCZR-bSeO_EGRn/s1600-h/thankyourrosear7.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300971608566739794" style="WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd-6kEjjVcFGNnwNciFiutoaFYegiTw1Dz_40T2Adg13QMFUIA9r0z4Qj62o9_GDR0SZ41ZJ_NA60IkN0fS8PrRpQGKrLpCO0VyT_ss26xuBTfM8G9pMloleaoHYD1vJpCZR-bSeO_EGRn/s320/thankyourrosear7.gif" border="0" /></a><br /></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Mom for my life...</strong></em></span></span></div><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></span></div><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></span></div><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#333333;"><div align="center">********************************</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"><em><strong>In Memory of Caylee Marie Anthony<br /></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"><strong><em>God bless little Caylee and her family as they finally get a closure to say their "Goodbyes" and put this dear little girl to rest. Such a tragedy and the impact it has had on all our hearts as this case unfolds with suspicions daily. May all who have harmed this child get just what they deserve...</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong><em>Rest In Peace - </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong><em>Caylee Marie Anthony</em></strong></span></div></span><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzRdKyP98nzzreAkMQXwWIeJf4SzRfYbKbXNTr9sopAxiXJMZsYdHjKTlL80fR4__5ylnmyhB_HTvA6ElLeb5yVho3so0tSK-Lz1hO3LR_sLqS5qfA_oR_fcDLVVodTzEHmNqofBrADg8f/s1600-h/restinpeace.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300971616405857986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzRdKyP98nzzreAkMQXwWIeJf4SzRfYbKbXNTr9sopAxiXJMZsYdHjKTlL80fR4__5ylnmyhB_HTvA6ElLeb5yVho3so0tSK-Lz1hO3LR_sLqS5qfA_oR_fcDLVVodTzEHmNqofBrADg8f/s320/restinpeace.jpg" border="0" /></a></p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Beading Grannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09228647034914359555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776943898231930967.post-25543381422971305352009-01-20T14:02:00.000-08:002009-03-20T08:24:36.949-07:00<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQn_EG53wjP095P_SAKIMIUmIePDoVi_JhxtLurbX4IQEDEX8IwZeIDDlal6KE6FttI5HkXgKU0eGff10MvzlDOPAXxFrEkWs7TdGujFji15PX2D3hrNZKQP_UAX1x2bdaz8rePoyjAc-m/s1600-h/header.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293503446418127826" style="WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 64px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQn_EG53wjP095P_SAKIMIUmIePDoVi_JhxtLurbX4IQEDEX8IwZeIDDlal6KE6FttI5HkXgKU0eGff10MvzlDOPAXxFrEkWs7TdGujFji15PX2D3hrNZKQP_UAX1x2bdaz8rePoyjAc-m/s320/header.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnl-GxB4_4YwKFvxBqml7_vfc7Qun7-Seg37I7IaSsw_DlTqLYSz8OqQ-kDgs6xZubDjUjCrXxPrJxnfXKaY1kcvViyat7u1KfqYmk3GGAuuBlSPvnli3CDpQusV8nMAyWtfcLkzYDw_H1/s1600-h/Obama_photo3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293503448859746866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnl-GxB4_4YwKFvxBqml7_vfc7Qun7-Seg37I7IaSsw_DlTqLYSz8OqQ-kDgs6xZubDjUjCrXxPrJxnfXKaY1kcvViyat7u1KfqYmk3GGAuuBlSPvnli3CDpQusV8nMAyWtfcLkzYDw_H1/s320/Obama_photo3.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">Hopefully a "New Beginning" for this country!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">Barack & Michele Obama</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">***************</span><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDXOZABZL3wF_hzcfEhQ2oEWrwfYNthFmV6Nfo_RXYFjdmPxoEHNbBYDiYa6udgCPAd1hyphenhyphenhV0GrtJsldE6llE9haIZl-xxri5m0M1nVsoL0Jy8lVszbJy0nFQpRipkLwM4ykOEnps4harN/s1600-h/ObamaOath.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293716882066927586" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDXOZABZL3wF_hzcfEhQ2oEWrwfYNthFmV6Nfo_RXYFjdmPxoEHNbBYDiYa6udgCPAd1hyphenhyphenhV0GrtJsldE6llE9haIZl-xxri5m0M1nVsoL0Jy8lVszbJy0nFQpRipkLwM4ykOEnps4harN/s320/ObamaOath.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">``Our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions — that time has surely passed,'' Obama said. ``Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.''<br />Obama spoke of a ``new era of responsibility'' and of ``our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age.''<br />``At these moments,'' he told the nation, ``America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our forbearers, and true to our founding documents.''<br />He spoke of himself as ``a man whose father less than 60 years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant'' yet one who now could take its most sacred oath.<br />*************** </span><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Ladies and Gentlemen; our new President - </span></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Barack Obama with his first lady and family beside him </span></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">now begins to take on the task of trying to get </span></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">America back the way she used to be </span></span></em><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">... </span></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Good Luck & God Bless You, Mr. President.</span></span></em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293500043635033634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfQX0BGpurZ4mXYAW-DCentOVFqcEVYW3NIw3DNDVsp9IMRRWm4neLRt2Tk2xXbAW05jVedVAyMFsYgMBq3rDjKVwFYnUH5laDPniKREOuAZG5m8ztA61-vXS5a92fs1xfdlIeZQ4R9zFm/s320/obama.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">***************</span></span></span></em></div><div><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuoT4EzqXQ4MfKUjGOFShrlo1zetA9x7P9pXL-xaQA7zwoPhvrLAy7s6UIn6PH4LcA3E-SYcymmSUttLkMUSoCFYT0wOhabpj7FUbsMeU0yobEKP6GI-y87hstE9xf2p4mXk5c4YYm4VRl/s1600-h/Kennedy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293716873546900946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuoT4EzqXQ4MfKUjGOFShrlo1zetA9x7P9pXL-xaQA7zwoPhvrLAy7s6UIn6PH4LcA3E-SYcymmSUttLkMUSoCFYT0wOhabpj7FUbsMeU0yobEKP6GI-y87hstE9xf2p4mXk5c4YYm4VRl/s320/Kennedy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">On this special day in the history of the United States - </span></em><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Senator Ted Kennedy had a seizure during the innagural </span></em><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">luncheon with President and The First Lady. I pray for his </span></em><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">speedy recovery and that he will soon be well. <br />Sen. Chris Dodd, D-Conn., ``It took a lot out of him. Seizures are exhausting.'' Even so, Dodd quoted Kennedy as saying, ``I'll be OK, I'll see you later'' as he was put into the ambulance. ``The good news is he's gonna be fine,'' Dodd added.</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">T0day exactly 48 years ago, John F. Kennedy was sworn in as President on January 20, 1961... May he rest in peace.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">****************</span></em> </p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw6fsN3-VX7OcphsldIBYxoWbC1SMri6mlznkAXNcsHfza2qDHzFyz4nAbLJOBNmVV-Lxd58hP6E_4cbeRQBg_kcz14h_phH1NshuTv_16cF0LTIDxAPq1ORltCLkJAagMJnL0C2Ps5YKE/s1600-h/Parade.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293716879439776258" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw6fsN3-VX7OcphsldIBYxoWbC1SMri6mlznkAXNcsHfza2qDHzFyz4nAbLJOBNmVV-Lxd58hP6E_4cbeRQBg_kcz14h_phH1NshuTv_16cF0LTIDxAPq1ORltCLkJAagMJnL0C2Ps5YKE/s320/Parade.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;">President Obama and the First Lady walks along the parade route to the White House greeting the people who braved the cold weather to be there and get a glimpse of this day of history.</span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;">***************<br /></span><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw7dm7d2vvoRE6JqhMJAQSXlOBvZ_9BUbQoN2HxYRNY_qHOEOWI-szjOppOF3awm9nmBZGv3iJEcZ7FDmrsVkZI-PWelW89UDHAm6Tzz_BTOZzWOW8s2p-qc4qHp2vst-IwAZtFNZCEP7V/s1600-h/deer.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293505939377067266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw7dm7d2vvoRE6JqhMJAQSXlOBvZ_9BUbQoN2HxYRNY_qHOEOWI-szjOppOF3awm9nmBZGv3iJEcZ7FDmrsVkZI-PWelW89UDHAm6Tzz_BTOZzWOW8s2p-qc4qHp2vst-IwAZtFNZCEP7V/s320/deer.gif" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Today here in North Carolina after threats </span></span></span></em><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">of snow all night, we woke up to a little over an inch. Enough to close the schools leaving my granddaughter here today to be entertained. </span></span></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">We pulled out a few magazines and cutter and </span></span></span></em><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">glue and along with toothpicks and our imaginations we made paper beads. She was </span></span></span></em><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">so into this project we made about 20 of these </span></span></span></em><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">little items and of course I am in anticipation </span></span></span></em><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">of watching the swearing in of Obama, I left </span></span></span></em><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">her there to make her own. Really she did good and took everything home with her to make more. Shamefully I didn't get a picture today but </span></span></span></em><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">I will make one of her finished project; a necklace for her mom. </span></span></span></em><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Be watching for them!</span></span></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">***************</span> </span></span></em><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><em><strong>ANNOUNCEMENT!!</strong></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><em><strong>!</strong></em></span><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUITIp0DzFvbFRZCKUAzfmvnQXdlvb-WqsJCD7i8Oob5WzAI4y0BMXxGQdoTT8nbdB-W3YQRZMy8SE_Js6Mlm54J1IurL3cJ3V0sN46XtMRbPzFHNe7I5K1CGPlnXD6LrElKm5QBYwL7lp/s1600-h/bb4president.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293503452210470706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUITIp0DzFvbFRZCKUAzfmvnQXdlvb-WqsJCD7i8Oob5WzAI4y0BMXxGQdoTT8nbdB-W3YQRZMy8SE_Js6Mlm54J1IurL3cJ3V0sN46XtMRbPzFHNe7I5K1CGPlnXD6LrElKm5QBYwL7lp/s320/bb4president.gif" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">A Pondering Thought -</span> </strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><strong>Who ever reads this - </strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><strong>I would like to know your opinion of </strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Ann Coulter</span> </strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><strong>how you feel about her and if she bothers</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><strong>you in any way with her writings of sorts.</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#006600;">I am apalled of her actions and statements on </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#006600;">"The View"</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Please leave a comment or two:</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Just pondering here a bit!</span></em></strong></div>Beading Grannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09228647034914359555noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776943898231930967.post-58428261821700477512008-10-17T08:13:00.000-07:002009-03-20T08:24:36.964-07:00It's Off, The Cast Is Gone! Kids At Play!<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgphvgkqygcNOLYt7jQ5jgSM1GRvR5Oh1myxgj-EX9r6U9gsHRH66eSIgppJ1h6p_Od8SFIs7I2ALhzY_HM7kffQh5J61uhnSxnmABVTysV5ROhiqbjJqatoWNsGyL3Hq7rNls9eCd-WFQU/s1600-h/P1010103.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258143934347430802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgphvgkqygcNOLYt7jQ5jgSM1GRvR5Oh1myxgj-EX9r6U9gsHRH66eSIgppJ1h6p_Od8SFIs7I2ALhzY_HM7kffQh5J61uhnSxnmABVTysV5ROhiqbjJqatoWNsGyL3Hq7rNls9eCd-WFQU/s320/P1010103.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Kiara and without her cast -</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Fun at the park - what a blast!</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh31lXKYTjSFX9UuarenzjM_2fh5mzgKrlLuPj2scG9SbOgW2qw52jw9TvoYLYFqYK1qpsEfFQm6_srNeUGZHtjkmXDnxTSNm-pwHi2Y04V9OgHOw8I8rBYKU8TTbe-eyQ-ggQ_7-rAcop3/s1600-h/P1010113.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258143955773128098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh31lXKYTjSFX9UuarenzjM_2fh5mzgKrlLuPj2scG9SbOgW2qw52jw9TvoYLYFqYK1qpsEfFQm6_srNeUGZHtjkmXDnxTSNm-pwHi2Y04V9OgHOw8I8rBYKU8TTbe-eyQ-ggQ_7-rAcop3/s320/P1010113.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>Kenzie's a little dare devil having fun -</strong> </em></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS_73o4efzdLdr9XR01UYfyqRqFNxbdTbmlvTf0w95Z_3USblzx7CiN6wNgRbH04lj0J-reLsmerX1bN0rqXoUPFNkuk0al6iYNVv9CSmtDlxqrUG8THcijZAdGTcY0ox1W84H4ry7e2UP/s1600-h/P1010118.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258143956107641490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS_73o4efzdLdr9XR01UYfyqRqFNxbdTbmlvTf0w95Z_3USblzx7CiN6wNgRbH04lj0J-reLsmerX1bN0rqXoUPFNkuk0al6iYNVv9CSmtDlxqrUG8THcijZAdGTcY0ox1W84H4ry7e2UP/s320/P1010118.JPG" border="0" /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong> </strong></em></span></a><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>Two playing together and full of action ...</strong></em></span></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCOvrVW9WpGIOKhDNhkgLX4RcApDPyDOa5WeJpdhVw9NyUBVejFKzniJmFCHaea2PTLy133LOPeH9D7QXWD4eaCHT_AD9LmpmA0P5t_ioYWVXXSdtkxoSyXqca23_eiNjaXhCl63anh1zY/s1600-h/P1010081.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258143963940836322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCOvrVW9WpGIOKhDNhkgLX4RcApDPyDOa5WeJpdhVw9NyUBVejFKzniJmFCHaea2PTLy133LOPeH9D7QXWD4eaCHT_AD9LmpmA0P5t_ioYWVXXSdtkxoSyXqca23_eiNjaXhCl63anh1zY/s320/P1010081.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"> Swinging Kenzie takes a load off of me -</span></em></strong> </p><p align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR81LaNc5uKEeqUrLXD5Xz8KwE5djJGF1YD1AkNz0jNwiBmnsmlzDiDjOwPz8vLhNSGLTnMQVgHjMBFzWTmcG0bdu9xMDAKQ_Tw6B9mT7Wtg5DUbNbGIbjftry6p85NeKY9HaKGcEAXHkL/s1600-h/P1010093.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258143969142178962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR81LaNc5uKEeqUrLXD5Xz8KwE5djJGF1YD1AkNz0jNwiBmnsmlzDiDjOwPz8vLhNSGLTnMQVgHjMBFzWTmcG0bdu9xMDAKQ_Tw6B9mT7Wtg5DUbNbGIbjftry6p85NeKY9HaKGcEAXHkL/s320/P1010093.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"> Oh no, no monkey bars, Kiara or Katie!!!!</span></em></strong></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">These photos were made Monday, October 6th, the day Kiara got her cast wet taking a bath. Out of concern for problems I took Kiara to Durham to the doctor so it could be checked. Much to my surprise the break had healed and the cast taken off - Yeah, much freedom to Kiara and look where we ended up after picking up Katie after school! </span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">******************</span></strong></em></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><em>More jewelry to see -</em></strong> </span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></p></span><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258150088034720514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg3NSko4w2venaK0AqC5jWu6Rbf2J1Ly9AYPGzo4kRNs-PeLe-wC2etR9a-v87w5qmSEOSSXKNED-eyRtvRVebq-tW4aP9PNsZDYOsihgTEHb30OtBt_teGgjjWqkYCzx0yE9an8ekizjB/s320/jungle+green.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Jungle Green - 8" Bracelet </span></strong></em></p><p align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">The look of this bracelet made with two different shades of green and silver spacers was an idea after spending the day with a few of my little ones. I have to sometimes call them " my little monkeys" the way they climb and play.<br /></p></span></strong></em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258150098079767266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfRNnCfUlg21LsT1gJu20eUP8T7UHKFdOXzqRPe277Cwt6IrWHkyKOy5oRvnqPOqC2w5Dw2jp1QPKSSKvbdJz6B8E3nWrUCYZ0aZeVY6StD0kNOHRPIYJ4Zop7LeJXlluMFRRPuKO4HvAV/s320/smokenice.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Smokey Ice - 18" Necklace </span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">I love the smokey look of the beads in this necklace, accented with small black shiny beads and clear with a touch of black seed beads sets this necklace off for an elegant look for any evening out or for the office!</span></em></strong><br /></p><p> </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258150093057409826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7unsBP4xYfNr9jM678Ganvv1tdhEwHtnyWyE42NLNmph9KZ-nOYeR1J7fmvZRT63IJz1m8uh9QXBX8nSzndveCGocceCjMSY_GUbY2rYP_AUwfyrYFD12aTJegGBuUajJ9SyVJjsTZ7_y/s320/champagnepearls1.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Champagne And Pearls - 7 1/2" Bracelet</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">A delightful looking bracelet on anyones' wrist made with cream colored pearls and champagne crystal beads.</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258150103730557490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYYIBXi0ZI-b3srNkA7d9_KohDkKRT2ThpTTk9x381vTlngzd1JyJOQNe8DMt7iH3opxDHBvc7CxXddPMtGUyokTaQxf3kXMfGRV9XPCTG8BYoKfpLNxwzjHiAxzRP03mUnsJIuQfoSe9g/s320/rootbeerfloat.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Rootbeer Float - 18" Necklace</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Made with brown and beige beads accented with rootbeer colored spacers. This reminds of the sixties when I was a young girl going to the Davis St. Pharmacy on Sunday afternoons with my cousins and sisters to get an ice cream cone or a famous 'Rootbeer Float'.</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">********************</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT AND I WILL COME COMMENT AT YOUR SITE!</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">THANK YOU...</span></em></strong></p>Beading Grannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09228647034914359555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776943898231930967.post-39434774025058277162008-09-18T17:54:00.001-07:002009-03-20T08:24:36.968-07:00Update: New Cast 9/18/08<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPy93J0RN7t6XynDonv6aeGjLMGs8oz1D_HTu0LPHpcZiV3exXiAmMMpTdHq7HvQD4ITrf2AxE3garValXl0bxNlcFLFeutSC2Og-sh1jVABLv4XinSqAbMTWJZZ6GF8YWWs9SPVqZlArX/s1600-h/582940f9uui94jeu.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247530092767865618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPy93J0RN7t6XynDonv6aeGjLMGs8oz1D_HTu0LPHpcZiV3exXiAmMMpTdHq7HvQD4ITrf2AxE3garValXl0bxNlcFLFeutSC2Og-sh1jVABLv4XinSqAbMTWJZZ6GF8YWWs9SPVqZlArX/s320/582940f9uui94jeu.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;">A NEW CAST -</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;">JUST IN TIME FOR</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;">HALLOWEEN !</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;">My little granddaughter, Kiara, that little monkey I wrote about earlier who had broken her arm playing on the monkey bars at after-school care. This being her second day of kindergarten successfully had broken her little wrist, having to have surgery to reset it. She made it without incident for 3 weeks of anything happening to the pink cast she was wearing -</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;">Today, September 18th - we made a trip to Durham where her Mommy works and got a new cast, xrays and award! Everything is healing well except for a little swelling and a bruise - she is doing great! All in one setting!</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"></span></em></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="VISIBILITY: visible" align="left"><embed style="WIDTH: 460px; HEIGHT: 350px" name="filmstrip" align="middle" src="http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/3/spflick.swf" width="460" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" flashvars="ql=2&src1=http://pic60.picturetrail.com/VOL1703/8459140/flicks/1/5669842" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#000000" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain"></embed></div><div style="VISIBILITY: visible"></div><div style="VISIBILITY: visible"><p style="MARGIN-TOP: 10px; HEIGHT: 24px; whitespace: no-wrap"><a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?link=%2FphotoFlick%2Fsamples%2Fpflicks.shtml&cID=924"><img src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/res/pflicks/pt.gif" align="left" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?link=%2FphotoFlick%2Fsamples%2Fpflicks.shtml&cID=925"><img style="MARGIN-LEFT: 5px" src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/static/images/pt2.gif" align="left" border="0" /></a></p></div><br /><p></p><p align="center"><em><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>I want to personally "Thank" all who participated in the care for my "Lil' BooBoo" - and a big "Thanks" to Julia's bestfriend, Jennifer Bryd, without her holding Kiara and Mawmaw crying we would probably still be there -hehehe!</strong></span></em></p>Beading Grannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09228647034914359555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776943898231930967.post-30028762444326253252008-09-09T03:56:00.000-07:002009-03-20T08:24:36.972-07:00My Favorite Time of Year!<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Szw3YfRhH-dEEJcQb9QDq0bX9CMZ0KgAqQv35F580n1toyK2Dx2dpD8MF0vasFyReNKISFbfAqe7zvusjtCoyipfZwqeJZuB8HvT_RdRyeByJY2YpsUdiOct5Gj6wCf8ixAewL_xkb7f/s1600-h/10445.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249711527423462658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Szw3YfRhH-dEEJcQb9QDq0bX9CMZ0KgAqQv35F580n1toyK2Dx2dpD8MF0vasFyReNKISFbfAqe7zvusjtCoyipfZwqeJZuB8HvT_RdRyeByJY2YpsUdiOct5Gj6wCf8ixAewL_xkb7f/s200/10445.gif" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><em><br /><span style="color:#993300;">Fall is my favorite time of year!</span></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"><strong><em>Time for canning fruits of the harvest -</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"><strong><em>corn, tomatoes, cucumbers (pickles) </em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"><strong><em>anything that will keep in a jar ...</em></strong></span><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"></span></em></strong></div><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"><strong><em>Beautiful - Wonderful Fall - Enjoy!!!!</em></strong></span></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;">CANNING IS...</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><em><span style="color:#993300;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3gVLrC5RzDuDj9JZjck4uVYOVGRjC-WLEC9dOXodmYrI7Q0DHt2TIytSdIn9HykreyacaeQvK86SOmdDpNeYFldhVd89LgWQ-AMSUkca8_ts3dJxOEOEzfgGmBdLNV5ItXgW1f4R0uLiY/s1600-h/P1010034.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243977417482276562" style="WIDTH: 129px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="215" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlUWq-D2BHB5Dc_Mp552U7TI3fqL8f6Hp8Se2Wbx5yTPyZ60qM6LZnfI8pBYsMOJPVwa8m6tE7h7yn0rTiYYoKw3eHy7PoEx4xmoVXGxtbKcRoUXKhYDcdHfpm9MkUp7pV98ZnlsgXHPzZ/s320/P1010036.JPG" width="183" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;">Kosher - Lime & Bread and Butter Pickles</span></em></strong><br /></p><p align="right"></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrJWBEa4Fv7ksqrRrTI5XpOyhTJ7Zh9iv4e_Wg_ndonkOIgYajEZpQpnCPAWrOcb2niyT_0C15vuTp82SpIHnunnbqf1t5jYTUM7pFmJue-Q944XqNEk7m0In9dGdT3qt7tk4jN1Xlh-o3/s1600-h/P1010029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243977427998866722" style="CURSOR: hand" height="215" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrJWBEa4Fv7ksqrRrTI5XpOyhTJ7Zh9iv4e_Wg_ndonkOIgYajEZpQpnCPAWrOcb2niyT_0C15vuTp82SpIHnunnbqf1t5jYTUM7pFmJue-Q944XqNEk7m0In9dGdT3qt7tk4jN1Xlh-o3/s320/P1010029.JPG" width="297" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyUolXND_bA0NFAEuduz-jzPeRJtQAhcWpogYSCqh_9KSVWOu8Pv4eH6ZO5nEIf6fc_0eYcxOxj0VPhLJDQMqr4utrXrzWEq9EPurtg92x7HyF85FlnjnwqSgcskq3nGA2lKEmRttQOj4O/s1600-h/halloween_miscellaneous_4.gif"> </a></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"><strong><em>Silver Queen Corn</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipycpPRRRqBEe75-6_0LtIEE99xwaCbbklSjW8eTacFr9Cp92qcLZRZ3K3JUgUwbMonouWnazyxTzIeQ8itkKK4-8dl4Ia1Zvkw9d32MrPfGuXxmichrKLSHucBNKp-rxr-BXFm7rjqFct/s1600-h/apples_Grapes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243975552073495730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipycpPRRRqBEe75-6_0LtIEE99xwaCbbklSjW8eTacFr9Cp92qcLZRZ3K3JUgUwbMonouWnazyxTzIeQ8itkKK4-8dl4Ia1Zvkw9d32MrPfGuXxmichrKLSHucBNKp-rxr-BXFm7rjqFct/s320/apples_Grapes.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3gVLrC5RzDuDj9JZjck4uVYOVGRjC-WLEC9dOXodmYrI7Q0DHt2TIytSdIn9HykreyacaeQvK86SOmdDpNeYFldhVd89LgWQ-AMSUkca8_ts3dJxOEOEzfgGmBdLNV5ItXgW1f4R0uLiY/s1600-h/P1010034.JPG"></a><div align="center"><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;">Fall means apples from trees so tall</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;">Makings for a batch of good ole' </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgahMNnRZsMmmvd8WWy9cxpSm-xXNfVXoK39DSD1SCKSklrG0VQuHXaoAB0u12PE5nP8lKm8riB3aiucYaiYNT0gwiPvuNtyVlHi5XeaTmSptuNqc5rnE0HfFA5yygIMuJGp0dRXBBh1V32/s1600-h/fruit_67.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243975552140826018" style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="145" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgahMNnRZsMmmvd8WWy9cxpSm-xXNfVXoK39DSD1SCKSklrG0VQuHXaoAB0u12PE5nP8lKm8riB3aiucYaiYNT0gwiPvuNtyVlHi5XeaTmSptuNqc5rnE0HfFA5yygIMuJGp0dRXBBh1V32/s320/fruit_67.gif" width="113" border="0" /></a>Apple Butter!!! Yummmmm Yummmmm!</span></em></strong><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHQAIaQtJf11xc8TrCvd9O0-kacxgPqgTJHDsuD2rSgo0PFtp5E8YchvvLQR4I1Xh1hh9s59N8i6B8Y7eV3af7lBk2bCqtlFROO9Hckod1zjkr016LYakrH9bJ7WRK1A2FlOzx2JLnfptv/s1600-h/P1010018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243975556842714610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHQAIaQtJf11xc8TrCvd9O0-kacxgPqgTJHDsuD2rSgo0PFtp5E8YchvvLQR4I1Xh1hh9s59N8i6B8Y7eV3af7lBk2bCqtlFROO9Hckod1zjkr016LYakrH9bJ7WRK1A2FlOzx2JLnfptv/s320/P1010018.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;">Kenzie, my taste tester -</span></em></strong><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqFFUSgvO3IN597bs4o_fy62q9AG_abXCGnvJufstMl0JEDG4F2RPPUKeEL8yOoC671ZfhYimEgJw4lS0uM-rjiMQpJT4zpRdbnk7LzH-z59Mxjj4LlXcLyBWf5h04-qAHEwU-rgnHbuO0/s1600-h/P1010024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243975559164856610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqFFUSgvO3IN597bs4o_fy62q9AG_abXCGnvJufstMl0JEDG4F2RPPUKeEL8yOoC671ZfhYimEgJw4lS0uM-rjiMQpJT4zpRdbnk7LzH-z59Mxjj4LlXcLyBWf5h04-qAHEwU-rgnHbuO0/s320/P1010024.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrJWBEa4Fv7ksqrRrTI5XpOyhTJ7Zh9iv4e_Wg_ndonkOIgYajEZpQpnCPAWrOcb2niyT_0C15vuTp82SpIHnunnbqf1t5jYTUM7pFmJue-Q944XqNEk7m0In9dGdT3qt7tk4jN1Xlh-o3/s1600-h/P1010029.JPG"></a></p><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;">She thoroughly enjoyed the masher before it went in the sink!</span></em></strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYSzhcIUUYp0T0Ha4TuBe6t6Pex9udjCwO3RHZ-YYA1mCDTjxAP5nkwXO4oONtZS_btW31b3HSVuWYRMDA0fPg0H3JGaVeDnvPRU_eqpZZvfC5iS0bOBQ2qF1-yI2u8U7zbW6I8zdQBCCM/s1600-h/P1010025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243975562057895090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYSzhcIUUYp0T0Ha4TuBe6t6Pex9udjCwO3RHZ-YYA1mCDTjxAP5nkwXO4oONtZS_btW31b3HSVuWYRMDA0fPg0H3JGaVeDnvPRU_eqpZZvfC5iS0bOBQ2qF1-yI2u8U7zbW6I8zdQBCCM/s320/P1010025.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;">Cleaned it all the way to the end...</span></em></strong><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;">***************************</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;">Can't help but think about Grandma and her garden...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;">Vegetables planted for canning and freezing -</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;">I know I took after her - "Thanks, Grandma"</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Grandma’s Veggie Garden<br /></span><br />Up so early in the morning<br />Before the sun begins to rise<br />Stretching, yawning sleepily<br />Splashing water to my eyes<br />Breakfast feast is on the table<br />Grandpa seated in his chair<br />Oh such a glorious feeling<br />Welcomed spring is in the air<br />Down the food and clean the dishes<br />Out the door we go<br />Grandma is ready for the planting<br />While Grandpa works the hoe<br />My job now is to follow along<br />With a bucket of water and a dipper<br />Birdies singing in the trees<br />Makes us all feel so chipper!<br />Throughout the summer<br />We hoe and weed<br />To care for the cultured land<br />Plants of all kind are growing<br />At the sun and rains’ command<br />Now the time has come to pick<br />Bending, stretching what a bargain<br />With pure delight of our finds<br />From Grandma’s veggie garden.<br /><br />~Sylvia Allison</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;">3/29/07</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"><br />*****************************</span></em></strong></div>Beading Grannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09228647034914359555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776943898231930967.post-35771561047910947412008-09-08T11:19:00.000-07:002009-03-20T08:24:36.979-07:00An Eagle???<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr60StXGtxv7chgr48JRsDRGdJWR8YolENtkR6rBLxnQLts0klM-g6WlVjYISX01fnYY8vc-xHcrwR80XoxhWl0V7lrwGgzrlFZLHAlzNoJv5aEscFzGklP3x1iZBOXx9QQiIg3lYBqGMk/s1600-h/bird_eagle_8.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243969264155215266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr60StXGtxv7chgr48JRsDRGdJWR8YolENtkR6rBLxnQLts0klM-g6WlVjYISX01fnYY8vc-xHcrwR80XoxhWl0V7lrwGgzrlFZLHAlzNoJv5aEscFzGklP3x1iZBOXx9QQiIg3lYBqGMk/s320/bird_eagle_8.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;">Last night my son and daughter-in-law</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;">called at 11:00 pm to tell </span></em><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">me they thought an </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">eagle was sitting on the bench </span></em><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">in their nature garden. </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">A taking pictures, they went</span></em><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"> inside to bed. </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">This morning (9/8/08) at 7:30 am</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">Lori called and said the bird was still on the bench!</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">Getting my granddaughter off to school and grabbing</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">my camera, I hurried off to their house a few blocks away </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">to see this incredible site. He was beautiful! Never moved,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">watched us and never made a sound. I was </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">absolutely in love with this beautiful bird! I didn't know</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">kind of bird it was! He looked like an eagle to me! </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">After awhile, the wildlife man came, checked him out </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">and let us know it was a "Red Tail Hawk" - and actually</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">the biggest he had seen in at least three years.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">He assured us this bird would be well taken care of.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">It is a state bird and a $10,000.00 fine if killed.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">This bird is in good hands - will have his wing fixed - </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">get some rehabilitation and let out in the wild again.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">We were assured we were allowed to call and check on him.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">****************************</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#663300;">Not An Eagle...</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243752717689919538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmQSJI0HogZ3iMjKuUn_JqGM7RomEgmVVJhPamT4QogYX_t8H43swzuCvAg6CySqRHT0s9sSDjtgyJiaFoU0yFl43woN54e_3Jjnp0WT_E1L51wzhXiN5wY3wsR0X95dSNJxfC8KHTf3is/s320/P1010092.jpg" border="0" /></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"><em>Not knowing this idenity</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"><em>An eagle we did think</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"><em>Sat upon the garden bench</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"><em>Never searching for a drink</em></span> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243717634539968562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR4To9q2ZaVQuRIinUK_nCLAHMPuCRkSJ1R0skylKJmKNdp3C8wlnT57R-3rnpARCYlYrQD0YfcK2J4-YScQbTd-_bPyT5Pa50VXwi4CbkJ-J76FPyRL3WA0kqtpWQ6rl1wxfdJ8bYEiCV/s320/P1010081.jpg" border="0" /></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"><em>He watched as we walked about</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"><em>Taking pictures of this bird</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"><em>Turned and twisted just his head</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"><em>As if listening to our every word</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243717638601033378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0nYS8-racBhPO_hVvGo3w1E2kxWfNyq1yxG5HrSujEAeRXJeb0kyCKYHgMw4DVBvdBR60NncVa-eMS2TyjOhwi2tu7t0FWN-yxvQZ-uSimboBSIum7GeTm_jA5te3TdZ0pV1gBg2wQ45p/s320/P1010102.jpg" border="0" /></em></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"><em>Wildlife guy came by to see</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"><em>His curosity was fast and quick</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"><em>We did find out it wasn't a eagle</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"><em>With a broken wing, not sick.</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243717644436243858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsoCZO9yT9o6WbPZ8gEwV1cTMUdAe_JLxXKtAzR7Q8UhhYeZhXPOzHWkb-adhyphenhyphenhKZe6QYKQBalYM1gwB0mbKnTaPh3zmeJN12LEMJkhfxQW8jvVSB9rfCWpmgUVefXM_CwT909RZSR-tNK/s320/P1010119.jpg" border="0" /></em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">A Red Tail Hawk how sad, but true</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">With mischief on his brain</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">To us he was so pretty</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">And driving us all insane!</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243717642650663394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheI6m6U6HrifCYM5cQQ5hvAP5j2cLzGmFKTUD33VW2VbjbPqZV4g8z8o-4OkZdp5YgO5G991gTJ4pbo6L3ZH-pOWmXyrSx9_Kj_1xt4Nb3OFfglSCHaphDOWronxXaMvPPvr2XzbYyy0iX/s320/P1010125.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">Little rabbit in the cage</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">Is what his heart desired</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">Yet he couldn't get inside</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">Kept neat and safely wired.</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243750026633192754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8_tdLFJvpqnTKPXONUwCi9rTNY3xHSEcPtSu5eIbo4RdIVWyV_qjfI8wBlvih-ugUX-pR7wz3DC94G6SF87azl6xQPdrVcl2qwLcd0sfZnQXsYAez3ckAeKhbQCAJfz7G9hDqCgaa8Y9D/s320/P1010104.jpg" border="0" /></span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">Now on the ground he's hopping</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">Getting out of the sun and heat</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">While animal control comes get him</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">He'll be fixed and so complete.</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">********************************</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;">A few facts about</span></em><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"><em>Red Tail Hawk:<br /></em></span><strong><em><span style="color:#663300;">Description<br /></span></em></strong><a href="http://www.birds.cornell.edu/AllAboutBirds/BirdGuide/#top"></a><em><span style="color:#663300;">Size: 45-65 cm (18-26 in)<br />Wingspan: 114-133 cm (45-52 in)<br />Weight: 690-1460 g (24.36-51.54 ounces)<br />Large hawk.<br />Wings long and broad.<br />Tail broad and red.<br />Most commonly with pale chest and dark band across belly.<br />Extremely variable in appearance with light and dark forms.<br />Tail reddish on top, with dark band near end.<br />Tail lighter red below; unbanded.<br />Light forms: Head darkish brown. Throat dark or white. </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">Chest white or with rusty streaks. </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">Dark band of streaks across belly variable, </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">from very dark to nearly absent. </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">Dark patches at leading edge of wing, and dark trailing edge. </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">Back dark brown with white mottling; white forming </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">loose "V" on shoulders. May show pale eyestripe.<br />Dark form: Dark brown all over. May be rufous on chest. </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">Tail red on top. </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">In flight, front of wings dark, flight feathers pale, </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">with dark trailing edge. </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">"Harlan's Hawk" is a dark form </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">without red on tail.<br /><strong>Summer Range</strong><br />Breeds from Alaska to Labrador, </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">southward to Mexico and the Caribbean, </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">down to Panama.<br /><strong>Winter Range</strong><br />Winters from southern Canada southward.<br /><strong>Habitat<br /></strong>Found in open areas with scattered elevated perches, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">including </span></em><em><span style="color:#663300;">agricultural areas, fields, pasture, parkland, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">broken woodland, and scrub desert.<br /><strong>Food</strong><br />Small and medium-sized mammals, birds, reptiles.<br /><strong>Behavior<br />Foraging<br /></strong>Sit-and-wait predator, usually watching from </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">elevated perch. </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">Also hovers in strong wind.<br /><strong>Reproduction</strong><br />Nest Type<br />Large bowl of sticks in tall tree or on cliff ledge. </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">Lined with bark, green twigs, and other items.<br /><strong>Egg Description</strong><br />White, marked with brown blotches.<br /><strong>Clutch Size</strong><br />1-5 eggs.<br /><strong>Condition at Hatching<br /></strong>Helpless and covered with white down.<br /><strong>Conservation Status</strong><br />Populations increasing in much of North America, </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">apparently in response to the widespread establishment </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">of open, wooded parkland in place of grassland </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">or dense forest.<br /><strong>Other Names<br /></strong>Buse à queue rousse (French)</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">Aguililla parda (Spanish)<br /><strong>Vision</strong> -- </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">Hawk's vision is much better than humans. </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">They can see spiders and beetles from afar. </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">Hawks can see a mouse from a height of one mile.<br /><strong>How old do they live?</strong> -- </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">The hawk's average life span in the wild is 20 years.<br />In the program, hawks die of old age </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">(when they reach 20 years) </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">or from lack of food </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">(that is, less than three squirrels per year).<br /><strong>Predators --</strong> </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">They have few, if any, natural predators, </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">but they have enemies such as pollution, </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">particularly from pesticides, and habitat </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">destruction from developments. </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">In short, humans are their main predators.</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;"><strong>Causes of death -- </strong></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">In addition to their predators, </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">young hawks can die from learning </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">to fly or eating big snakes.</span><br /></em><strong><span style="color:#663300;">*********************</span></strong></div></div>Beading Grannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09228647034914359555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776943898231930967.post-37087679677577362152008-09-07T14:20:00.000-07:002009-03-20T08:24:36.986-07:00Great-Granny!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUEwPbLnd4qUtU4Ildqk-jpPsvzjJWUD5LivuXe5sspJLjxpAMg0WGICljaxp0diZheHTPMqES21OuWGHXueV-MYwjO4ylD3_ffc5ZoMBmG68K6pa11FZPqONUtQ5Ba6aVN0JtaBmdCZeg/s1600-h/kenzie_1st_Birthday_005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243393463599261762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUEwPbLnd4qUtU4Ildqk-jpPsvzjJWUD5LivuXe5sspJLjxpAMg0WGICljaxp0diZheHTPMqES21OuWGHXueV-MYwjO4ylD3_ffc5ZoMBmG68K6pa11FZPqONUtQ5Ba6aVN0JtaBmdCZeg/s320/kenzie_1st_Birthday_005.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><em>Happy 1st Birthday, Kenzie! (9/1/08)</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><em>This is Kenzie Renee Hunter & her mom, Amber -</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><em>my oldest granddaughter and my only great-grandchild.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><em>She is a blessing to us all - smart, sweet and </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><em>has now started walking. </em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><em>Should I worry? Am </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><em>wondering will I make it a </em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><em>full day of running after her?<br /></div></em></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6fJZPl1dX86BxcmpveJ0ISv52w0nXn30u8dzbf7b_jGE_5ozSZ5_sL4kG00hgvS6GekHB0Uimqgdc2lOql6IM0o98WDIaRO8RbGS7BQrCKBKesXMBIlwkgORiUPshwJYsI61ycfrmCK1P/s1600-h/kenzie_1st_Birthday_023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243393464141314354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6fJZPl1dX86BxcmpveJ0ISv52w0nXn30u8dzbf7b_jGE_5ozSZ5_sL4kG00hgvS6GekHB0Uimqgdc2lOql6IM0o98WDIaRO8RbGS7BQrCKBKesXMBIlwkgORiUPshwJYsI61ycfrmCK1P/s320/kenzie_1st_Birthday_023.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This child is in full force and I am loving it! She isn't half as bad </span></em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">as I thought. I have a gate up at the kitchen and did my chores</span></em></span></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;">as she played with her toys and never once messed with anything!</span></em></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhGe6v-KnRmSnd_mWvtzwShzpxOxH9YLCIEGtJK7Ui57ZhFrDTUBgW-26uglXyQqHuNmA64Js3owfEIFxOrckIntnTyw9KkAFTKjxmKOdpOBa9V8ZrY9bCOGjP3QAsLkc1_JcJt0PxikBf/s1600-h/KENZIE+1yr.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243393469503351106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhGe6v-KnRmSnd_mWvtzwShzpxOxH9YLCIEGtJK7Ui57ZhFrDTUBgW-26uglXyQqHuNmA64Js3owfEIFxOrckIntnTyw9KkAFTKjxmKOdpOBa9V8ZrY9bCOGjP3QAsLkc1_JcJt0PxikBf/s320/KENZIE+1yr.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;">Oh such a beauty! This is one good child!</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;">Amber is so very lucky to have such a good child -</span></em><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm8crQRpXE-mbl4Jgdp4zhfyvtyVmEo7Sd85otSH8twq1k5PyFOOWPoAb66KkKFu982CgOTPKl0Tf3tkj9Q8Cm-dwp1CECCMlGf8yZ2G23qZIjOGcoo4agMOL_BPSpnhIV2UHYEiwBrEj-/s1600-h/KENZIE+1yr2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243393471524486482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm8crQRpXE-mbl4Jgdp4zhfyvtyVmEo7Sd85otSH8twq1k5PyFOOWPoAb66KkKFu982CgOTPKl0Tf3tkj9Q8Cm-dwp1CECCMlGf8yZ2G23qZIjOGcoo4agMOL_BPSpnhIV2UHYEiwBrEj-/s320/KENZIE+1yr2.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;">What a smile on that face!!!</span></em></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#993399;"><em>Your Granny loves you...</em></span></span></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;">*******************************</span></em></p>Beading Grannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09228647034914359555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776943898231930967.post-84432741979406115612008-08-30T16:19:00.000-07:002009-03-20T08:24:36.998-07:00~Kiara Playing Monkey~<div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;"></span></em><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240455486147843298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCqHGKalXq1xsgzfByGkcmjS8LoHX5goDG_Ym6arp1hlw8vGcNYUIUmeld-u-VdWqBRUKqfsWGfbpAaskjxdLMuZj-Z_QfoKL41t5HQKrxxzp7wHekeQV6wcM5QsOzQT5_WyyEp4TQvFz-/s320/MonkeyBars.gif" border="0" /><br /><em><span style="color:#663300;">August 28, 2008</span></em><br /></p><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">Playing Monkey</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">Little monkey swinging along</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">Wheee up in the air </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">Like all little monkeys - </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">swinging from limb to limb</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">Slow down, please beware!</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">Monkey bars are tricky to kids</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">Never aware of the danger</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">All day they play in happy way</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">At the playground they find adventure.</span></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6eDbCXOHZdHvz4ItjBvwqPRNeHGtrXmxiiiA_BVYXIAJQ5WdQwHOeUoRMOjiBEzaBKE-kzGtaAP0vM9yvyY-2cpnyMHHUEYaJa5JuPXm1F2omZ1RvPQLHhvl_dCXo4jl3QXHzkngTXQWY/s1600-h/P1010146.JPG"></a></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB0kG8nOS5pX0-j5dxLNkuZ8uDraFucfBRk8E1NukhgRTT_9Z4_0h6j8Isj36MAdIGlziOLYF0KaM0ADR_g1kg3OT-ZyGHg9PbPSs6V1Yc8-tbxODmagXldF2vqpKKMVFfht0I1jmcFPOh/s1600-h/P1010159.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240483349545973554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB0kG8nOS5pX0-j5dxLNkuZ8uDraFucfBRk8E1NukhgRTT_9Z4_0h6j8Isj36MAdIGlziOLYF0KaM0ADR_g1kg3OT-ZyGHg9PbPSs6V1Yc8-tbxODmagXldF2vqpKKMVFfht0I1jmcFPOh/s320/P1010159.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#663300;"><em></em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#663300;"><em>(Kiara has to wiggle her fingers as Mommy checks)</em></span><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#663300;"></span></em></p><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">After school at her after care</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">She runs and plays with her friends</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">This little monkey had a great fall</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">From the monkey bars she descends</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">Down to the ground, there she lay</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">In pain from a broken wrist</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">Parents were called - to the doctor they go</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663300;">She couldn't even make a fist.</span></em><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizu4od18eS_Ai2gKgXxr7T-wpkZBxQxJ1ImIXxLzLGUv_bYYjMA_FGm3i-ovIlZQsuwYrVjiq-RcL4tU2sKIilqkuAc2bdsBodClpYjzDcKGnbv4zPPaZ12rOeY2P_dEGU0JbKL4gUgVqY/s1600-h/P1010140.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240455487515399794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizu4od18eS_Ai2gKgXxr7T-wpkZBxQxJ1ImIXxLzLGUv_bYYjMA_FGm3i-ovIlZQsuwYrVjiq-RcL4tU2sKIilqkuAc2bdsBodClpYjzDcKGnbv4zPPaZ12rOeY2P_dEGU0JbKL4gUgVqY/s320/P1010140.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><em>August 29, 2008</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><em>Early the next morning, up and away</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><em>To the hospital she goes for surgery</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><em>Resetting the break of her little wrist</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><em>She has broken accidentally -</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><em>That's her right there with her pink arm cast</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><em>She'll wear for the next few weeks</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><em>Now that little monkey can't swing anymore</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><em>As tears flowed down her little cheeks.</em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwA2T0QeAQvyWpwmOe01VyaieLYQOSGVwtzE4ksuBWq_VgsaASP-l-9Gxu3IGDh2ISXtRJNFRwJrSLDvowC5gYmlN03oAt8HaPOf_6JMeAU1joi1lVeVknRZ5MJ9Q25crxl2qvIQoOSuUt/s1600-h/P1010162.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240455487147729282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwA2T0QeAQvyWpwmOe01VyaieLYQOSGVwtzE4ksuBWq_VgsaASP-l-9Gxu3IGDh2ISXtRJNFRwJrSLDvowC5gYmlN03oAt8HaPOf_6JMeAU1joi1lVeVknRZ5MJ9Q25crxl2qvIQoOSuUt/s320/P1010162.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;"><em>Kiara saying goodbye -</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;"><em>See you Sunday for Kenzie's birthday party!<br /></div></em></span>Beading Grannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09228647034914359555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776943898231930967.post-74887586954269020262008-08-07T19:24:00.000-07:002009-03-20T08:24:37.002-07:00Searching For 2 Sisters: Hurricane Katrina<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231967535973991474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Ev0kRAfmH0xf35IlrHdEqGgIpENmIDw-NwJVGjxaRsLMFU0sOLmeFmz7QwUEX3CgJS2ANQL0B1clpS7skeBDUvVxHWecUABesKoOSB5NRg6asb6d8LLU1tOIk0ZuVtlvt9fyir0DRwhy/s320/katrina3.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">We thought the worse when Katrina hit the Gulf coast, each and everyday we worried and prayed about our two sisters so far away. Staying glued to the television - switching from channel to channel - just trying to find out something! The weather channel announced a dreadful day for the Gulf coast and surrounding areas on August 29, 2005. It was on a Monday and I decided to search for our two sisters in New Orleans, Louisiana on the computer. It had been 24 years since we heard from Tammy Jo and Candy, our half-sisters. They lived in Westwego, Louisiana the last we heard after our dad passed away September 23, 1980. Candy and her husband, Raymond came here to be with us when Daddy died and went to Daddy’s wake at the funeral home. The day of Daddy’s funeral and burial she didn’t show up as we waited for her, we never heard from her again. As we proceeded with the terrible ordeal of laying Daddy’s body to rest in the back of our minds we wondered just what happened to Candy. We never knew why, she never let us know she was leaving. We wondered all through the years what happened and why she left before his funeral. At times throughout the years we always wondered if we said or done something to offend Candy or Raymond, yet we didn’t think we had. She simply left and never came back. Tammy Jo had to stay behind because her baby was soon to be born and she couldn’t travel from Louisiana to North Carolina as the doctors advised. This would be the last time of communication we had with either one of our sisters until now.<br />As my search continued day after day I am compelled to find them, to know if they are okay even if they didn’t want to see us, we just wanted to know their if they were okay and their whereabouts and that they both were safe. As we sit and watched, listening to the reports of what Hurricane Katrina was doing. There was more damage than anyone suspected and it was so traumatic as the people of the Gulf Coast scrambled to get away for safety sake. These people went through such devastation as this powerful storm just ripped their lives apart and all they worked so hard for away. Where in the world were our sisters, we wondered and worried so, are they safe? Two days have now passed as I search and search, filling out questionnaires of names and birth dates as we remembered so long ago. We knew our dad’s information, yet not theirs, not as much as we should have known. We knew their moms name, but that was it, not her birth date or anything to help us find them. “Oh God, please help us find them, let us know they are okay, we know you will do your part to keep them safe, it is your will and divine grace that we ask for some kind of way to know they are alright. Please show us a sign or something to help us, I pray to you. Amen”.<br />You see it wasn’t our fault or theirs about being separated or why we had to live so far apart and not know each other. Our parents are the ones who made all things possible with the happenings of separations. Daddy was a rambler as I understood while growing up and later he didn’t deny anything. We didn’t really know the man; he just wondered in from time to time and didn’t tarry long. We did know of his other family; we were curious and asked questions about the two girls, we were his kids too! There were a lot of times he would come to town visiting his two brothers with his daughters and not even see us, we never knew until later after he had left and gone back to Louisiana.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEfAUqRSkiELEK1eKRTVBtrDU2oQIxrytShL4tsJCV6ypYuHAvCZwdeP1ksNay9j9Bd5HFI4m7rIEs2u1r9Yd5FP7aFi9stP9UIbP3nPOjTOJZZwgBqC67vRxuztN5fkVQuaMgIo2wnF5I/s1600-h/TamDaddyCandy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231957366141470274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEfAUqRSkiELEK1eKRTVBtrDU2oQIxrytShL4tsJCV6ypYuHAvCZwdeP1ksNay9j9Bd5HFI4m7rIEs2u1r9Yd5FP7aFi9stP9UIbP3nPOjTOJZZwgBqC67vRxuztN5fkVQuaMgIo2wnF5I/s320/TamDaddyCandy.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>Tammy Jo & Candy with Daddy 1972</em></span></span><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">In 1972, already 27 years old with two little boys, Daddy came to my oldest sister, Judy’s and wanted to see us all. We were told to come to Judy’s, noone asked why, just come. As I walked in the door everybody said to go in the bedroom, once inside the door closes a little and there he stood. The tallest best-looking Daddy in the world, I literally passed out from excitement! Standing there beside him were two girls, his daughters, our sisters. Tammy Jo and Candy Allison. Tammy Jo looked so much like Judy and Candy looked like some of our cousins – they were definitely Daddy’s girls. Oh gosh, here is the moment I had waited all my life. To get to see my daddy, just to show him I’m fine and my two little boys. Just for him to know I had forgiven him yet I will never forget what he did to us. We just never understood why he walked away from five kids to go and raise another family. Now that I am grown I understand we were certainly not the only ones who endured such a situation as this to be raised by our mother alone and with no help from Daddy. Jealousy was in our minds growing up as we heard from family members about Daddy having two daughters he was raising and it was heartbreaking. I often dreamed of spending time with him in my younger days and just wondered what it would be like. Yet our mother was so strong and took care of us, showing us the love a Mother should. She worked hard all our lives to give us things we needed we never did without. There were disappointing times such as Christmas and we really didn’t get things we asked for but she made it up to us. Our mother never, ever complained nor did she ever put our daddy down, we did know he was a truck driver for Associated Transport Trucking Company in Burlington, NC in our younger days. So by that we knew he was always on the road. As far as we knew he and Mama always remained friends somewhat throughout the years and in fact never divorced. Mama and Daddy married October 10, 1942 and separated in 1951 after our younger sister Vickie was six month old. Back then as children of a broken home it was sad, we didn’t understand, our grandpa Coleman was the only male role model in our family and we lost him when we were young in October 1959 yet again we are stripped of the only Daddy we ever known. It hurt so to be without a Dad, so many of our friends had their dads and sometimes we wished our dad was there, but we overcome tragedies, this wasn’t and will never be the only hurt in our lives as we grew into maturity. Mama did her best and with that we were thankful, she was a loving lady with a heart of gold and I would never trade the memories for anything. She loved us and we all knew it, she always let us know one way or another.<br />A typical Saturday morning with a few cups of coffee to wake me up it’s off to the computer. Checking my email and web pages for visitors is my usual ritual everyday and occasionally a chat or two with family members or friends. Yet this morning was so different when I signed on and the computer says <em><span style="color:#cc0000;">“You’ve Got Mail”.</span></em> There before my eyes was an unusual looking subject line in my email – <span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>NOLA RESPONSE.</em></span> Oh my word, I was panicking, what is this? I remembered seeing these initials for days and days while online and yet I could not pinpoint it now. My heart was beating so as if it were in my lap! Oh, is this what I had been longing for? Are they okay? Was this going to be good or bad? I was so full of questions and didn’t have sense enough to just open the darn thing. Teary eyed and alone, I am so scared of what I was fixing to read. Opening the mail, I slowly began to read – <em><span style="color:#cc0000;">In response to your email; we have found a Tammy Jo Sauro in Pinson, Alabama and her phone number. There was no finding for a Candace Allison Berger in Westwego, La. Please let us know if we could be of more help to you. God Bless You and hopefully this is the person(s) you are looking for. NOLA Response Team.</span></em> Well you could have lifted me off of chair with a feather, I felt somewhat relieved and yet I still wasn’t sure if it was she. This is the name I remembered from 1980, the last we heard from her was when Daddy passed away. Is this who I am searching for? Dialing the number that was given to me, my hands shook so I felt I would fall out in the floor. The phone rang; I waited in anticipation until an answer. <span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>“Hello”</em></span> she answered in a soft voice. <em><span style="color:#cc0000;">“Is this Tammy Sauro?”</span></em> I ask her in a panicky, shaky tone. Her answer was yes so I began asking this one question twice, <span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>“What is your dad’s name?”</em></span> She hesitated for a moment and told me our daddy’s name; yet explaining he had passed away in 1980 my heart sank and I felt such a relief. I knew, I just knew then it was she. As she began to sob, she asks, <em><span style="color:#cc0000;">“Oh no, who is this?” “Tammy, this is Tip, your sister”.</span></em> Then there was silence and the tears fell as she asks in a tearful, muffled sound, <em><span style="color:#cc0000;">“are you for real?” “Yes”</span></em> I replied and <em><span style="color:#cc0000;">“this is not a joke.”</span></em> As I explained to her about our looking for them and we were worried so, I could hardly speak. Here is one of the sisters I had tried so very hard to find! Just wondering if they were okay and how had they been doing for so long. After crying for about fifteen minutes we finally talked and boy did we! With the both of us now crying and proclaiming our love for each other and for our siblings, we began a long pleasant conversation about our lives and families and such. I knew it was going to be fine after that! They were safe from the wraths of Hurricane Katrina! “God, thank you for your precious love. Amen”. Oh how lucky we were to find them and know they are safe. I am sure a lot of happy endings have occurred out of this historical event of a hurricane such as this devastating one – yet there are those out there who lost loved ones. My heart goes out to each and every one of those people who fell victim to “Katrina”. With God’s abiding love, I hope He will fill your heart with the joy and understanding one day you will see that special loved one. Everything happens for a reason – something’s we do not no the reason for and do question why, but it is my belief that all things are possible with prayer. I pray for each and every one of the victims of Hurricane Katrina. God be with you.<br />After talking on the phone and announcing to everyone our sisters were okay and<br />we were planning a visit from Tammy Jo; we waited in anticipation for the day of September 13, 2005. It was Friday morning and I received a call from her telling me she and her husband, Frank was in High Point. Oh the excitement! She was getting so close and I thought I would pass completely out if she didn’t get here soon. She’s made it, my beautiful sister the one I had searched for and longed to see. Throughout the short time we had we accomplished a lot of reminiscing about our lives and proclaimed the love we have for each other.<br />We live in North Carolina and she and her family in Alabama leaves a lot of miles between us, we have managed to see each other as much as possible. </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBjMLO2XHLmJ5IBItBqtiBJNGESx9rciAx4q1zMn2zetElVyBHRNAyQqcQ-uQkez_o5FfD6KjRoFXlNcjNJ7AAb7_2ugV5c7dJW2Sh3ryw5KR9DRpisrk2DO5SwgHogOk0l7IEnrRutGQ6/s1600-h/welcome+sis.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231959500690532354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBjMLO2XHLmJ5IBItBqtiBJNGESx9rciAx4q1zMn2zetElVyBHRNAyQqcQ-uQkez_o5FfD6KjRoFXlNcjNJ7AAb7_2ugV5c7dJW2Sh3ryw5KR9DRpisrk2DO5SwgHogOk0l7IEnrRutGQ6/s320/welcome+sis.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div></span><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><em>Tammy after 25 years</em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">Today is Thursday, August 7th, 2008,Tammy is in Alabama and I am sitting here in North Carolina and am waiting in anticipation for her to come back for a visit. Was hoping to see her this summer but maybe soon. I miss her so much ... I wonder if she knows how my heart breaks every time she pulls out of the driveway and not looking back? Three days is so short of time to spend and it flies by so quickly. We spent some sister time together, our usual trip to the local Dollar Tree store and out to eat later in the evening, then everyone is too tired and full to sit and talk awhile. There’s so little time between visits yet we do make the best of it. </span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh40vNaPP9TjWJ6YlnY-PA5T8kW4sRxc6YMx3zXx1UelJc1SR68zFpysZ0bNdYNAYOBYaVcgtv6gNZDqUwhbOwTgJf-DDBqRFJpqrHIuKcGR4fbULbXNeXC_5-WksBYj6TWZVItflIjGdGw/s1600-h/yrend'06063.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231963552681329954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh40vNaPP9TjWJ6YlnY-PA5T8kW4sRxc6YMx3zXx1UelJc1SR68zFpysZ0bNdYNAYOBYaVcgtv6gNZDqUwhbOwTgJf-DDBqRFJpqrHIuKcGR4fbULbXNeXC_5-WksBYj6TWZVItflIjGdGw/s320/yrend'06063.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><em>~Our first New Years together (2006)</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"><em>Judy, Sylvia (me), Reid, Elaine & Tammy Jo~</em></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">Written by:<br />Sylvia Allison<br />©2007<br /></div></span>Beading Grannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09228647034914359555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776943898231930967.post-48424173671008419442008-08-07T05:13:00.000-07:002009-03-20T08:24:03.289-07:00~When It's Alzheimer's~<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRL7FVUL7bKceIIgbKvVTt9Fqx97sePyQSW9rePqubsMLDaRZzGcg7Tl7IjvQet73qcZhV-8ao_7PK67q8rHtuf_yzsYhOIMi7-2L2E9UH7pU_jKt2fK0DOEuRaWQ7SwbPB-Ja71Ejx3QO/s1600-h/mom+97.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231861999289275906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="283" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRL7FVUL7bKceIIgbKvVTt9Fqx97sePyQSW9rePqubsMLDaRZzGcg7Tl7IjvQet73qcZhV-8ao_7PK67q8rHtuf_yzsYhOIMi7-2L2E9UH7pU_jKt2fK0DOEuRaWQ7SwbPB-Ja71Ejx3QO/s320/mom+97.jpg" width="181" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><em>In Memory </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#330099;"><em>of </em></span><br /></span></span><span style="color:#330099;"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Frances C. Allison<br /></div></span></em></span><span style="color:#663366;"><span style="color:#330099;"></span></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#663366;"><span style="color:#330099;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">2/10/00 - 2/14/00<br /></div></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivsp0hVxHDvTH9fyvAECDeYboktbH6zpS5mDr976jXrAzstUnPov5mOmq1EHRe4CyngCQycn3d6thCNgmZWjdrdixZ0tUs-U-DlLUe5OnESW_a8Bp6kB2RzLDjmtpNsfB4nVWLV1NbdFxB/s1600-h/candle.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231921134145102322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="198" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivsp0hVxHDvTH9fyvAECDeYboktbH6zpS5mDr976jXrAzstUnPov5mOmq1EHRe4CyngCQycn3d6thCNgmZWjdrdixZ0tUs-U-DlLUe5OnESW_a8Bp6kB2RzLDjmtpNsfB4nVWLV1NbdFxB/s320/candle.gif" width="151" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"><em>This candle burns in Mamas' memory </em></span><span style="color:#330099;"><em>and the many others </em></span><span style="color:#330099;"><em>who have been stricken with the likes of this devastating disease.</em></span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><a href="http://alzheimers.org/"><span style="color:#330099;"><em>Alzheimers</em></span></a><span style="color:#330099;"><em> is a dreadful disease, effecting the elderly. It strips them of all memory of their lives and everyone in their lives. Let's all hope and pray for a cure from this dreadful disease.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#330099;">****************************************</span> </p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxUNofs418x_eQIDZxbIGsYuv9pkOMt96qZcC_uF-IaHdz-yFrKib6o_uTlXNPdvQhaSRe64o6DUfGwqJpXuew2nw0mZEqd0M4PVk6n5DKX5njAMx1JG2RtG1QK56scMLNcaNeJm25nj2l/s1600-h/momma.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231864591026611746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="266" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxUNofs418x_eQIDZxbIGsYuv9pkOMt96qZcC_uF-IaHdz-yFrKib6o_uTlXNPdvQhaSRe64o6DUfGwqJpXuew2nw0mZEqd0M4PVk6n5DKX5njAMx1JG2RtG1QK56scMLNcaNeJm25nj2l/s320/momma.jpg" width="278" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"><em>Picture of Mama and myself in December 1999 after her having had a massive stroke in October of that same year. This is at the Rehabilitation Center of Chapel Hill, North Carolina. Our hearts broke as she had to be placed there from complications after an amputation of a toe due to Vascular Disease. We hoped and prayed she was being cared for, yet we saw a few slight infragments of the caregivers and we really didn't see the same ones alot! Even the management switched leaders way too much in</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"><em>the thirteen months Mama was there. She had a short stay compared to others and Thank you God for that!</em></span> <em><span style="color:#330099;">Tried to ease my mind of having to put Mama in that resthome and it liked to have killed us - </span></em><em><span style="color:#330099;">I regret so many times when visiting and knowing she didn't understand what was going on and wondering why we were leaving her. The doctors said it was best for her and her healing from her surgery. There are a lot of things that happened and I won't write about them here - all I ask if you are faced with such as this to leave your loved one in a home - stay on them, watch every move of you can - you will regret it in the long run. I am 61 years old and as of today Mama has been gone 8 years and 6 months and I still hurt for her. My heart aches for my best friend everyday, my life has never been the same since she passed away. I will never want her back the way she left here - </span></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#330099;">~She knows us now; she suffers no more</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#330099;">Love you Mama and miss you terribly.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#330099;">©Sylvia~</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#330099;"></span></em><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><em><strong>**********************************</strong></em></span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;">(This poem hung over Mama's bed)</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Please Don’t Hurt Our Mom<br /></span><br /><br />She’s entering her home away from home<br />Forgotten all and where she comes from<br />Please treat her well be patient and kind<br />She has no memories left in her mind<br />Of where she is or who we are<br />She’s a special lady to us by far<br />Raised five children struggling through life<br />Even forgot she was once a wife<br />A little stubborn and set in her ways<br />With talks of childhood; her younger days<br />A beloved mother to us she’s a saint<br />Tried hard to keep her but now we can’t<br />Needing constant round-the-clock care<br />Please take care of her always be there<br />Going to be times she’ll give you a fit<br />Just give us a call; we’ll take care of it<br />Many of our elderly get hurt everyday<br />Be gentle and kind - treat her good we pray<br />No matter the time be it day or night</strong></em></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"><em><strong>Let us know if she gets out of sight<br />With a wondering mind she loves to roam<br />Looking for the place she once called home<br />We promise to let you do your job<br />Don’t hurt our mom we plead with a sob.<br /></strong></em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"><em><strong>©Sylvia Allison</strong></em></span><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#330099;">1/8/99</span></em></strong><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><em><strong>***********************************</strong></em></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><em><strong>When Mom Forgets</strong></em></span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"><em><strong>As seasons change, for us regrets</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"><em><strong>We`re watching now as mom forgets</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"><em><strong>Of lifes` memories she`s shared within</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"><em><strong>Childhood she talks of, as stories begin</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"><em><strong>No memory of her family or a friend</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"><em><strong>Alzheimers has stripped her life to an end</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"><em><strong>When Mom forgets how to dress or eat</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"><em><strong>We have memories of our lives so sweet</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"><em><strong>Of the love she had for us five kids</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"><em><strong>As we watch this disease win all bids.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"><em><strong>Now seasons change; we still remember</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"><em><strong>Moms` love for us so warm and tender.</strong></em></span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"><em><strong>©Sylvia Allison</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"><em><strong>5/6/99</strong></em></span><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#330099;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#330099;">***************************************</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1jEtvNgQEOd9wdfHl2Oku1azUw7SVXmh4wu039MsJBxc2DupNptDOqksKZatpUriIxpsX_tFTCUvKw6BtKb_HbAa6sYyYA88vwd9bYZovz03YhJyc4Y2OrmwAw7nBjnwWt23ScybWUMpa/s1600-h/grandma+coleman.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231748824596111538" style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="177" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1jEtvNgQEOd9wdfHl2Oku1azUw7SVXmh4wu039MsJBxc2DupNptDOqksKZatpUriIxpsX_tFTCUvKw6BtKb_HbAa6sYyYA88vwd9bYZovz03YhJyc4Y2OrmwAw7nBjnwWt23ScybWUMpa/s320/grandma+coleman.jpg" width="119" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><em><strong>My Grandma Did The Same</strong></em></span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"><em><strong>She worked hard to raise her family<br />When I was born, I shared her name<br />As years went by she lost her memory<br />And my grandma did the same.<br /></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"><em><strong>It’s hard to know that a disease like this<br />Could claim so much fame<br />As it took my mom and her life is missed<br />My grandma did the same. </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"><em><strong>Alzheimer’s is a killer of the old<br />And its damage could make you lame<br />Mom had stories all untold<br />And my grandma had the same.<br /></strong></em></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"><em><strong>She doesn’t remember anyone<br />Not even her children she could name<br />At seventy-eight this disease begun<br />And my grandma did the same.<br /></strong></em></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"><em><strong>I wish there was a way to find<br />A cure to make this disease tame<br />It’s really too late for mom</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"><em><strong>And my grandma did the same.<br /></strong></em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;">©Sylvia Allison<br />5-27-98</span> </strong></em><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuVI33FSLOZi1x4TPBBnaRa9CTZ-W3c7V2G2_Gwud4nAIa0jfcxRpfEPQ0O2jgHXzwXrIoe4bhjLJHqAi2hGv6D-U7CW3qrKpQY-h2HF36C_ZbwQC7bxUZ8E6QUGZmnBUstjyvuHQD3ggI/s1600-h/pacingfloor.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231756134456559746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuVI33FSLOZi1x4TPBBnaRa9CTZ-W3c7V2G2_Gwud4nAIa0jfcxRpfEPQ0O2jgHXzwXrIoe4bhjLJHqAi2hGv6D-U7CW3qrKpQY-h2HF36C_ZbwQC7bxUZ8E6QUGZmnBUstjyvuHQD3ggI/s320/pacingfloor.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231756137137231874" style="WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="182" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ySrzNmyWUBIiFpKOsvS7MBdMc4JNz-5giziqU7u_s1f0BDdJRTdEhlbB_cF2uvSO7K9FBNUyWUtDY5_GA4OwoeoGtM6lOIhKt6vxNMme7f4f_ghRHjnQky6dcewOptLoCRFrkbZECGUI/s320/alzaffectedmylife.jpg" width="223" border="0" /><span style="color:#330099;">Four Times - </span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">Ava Coleman - Maternal Grandmother (1984)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">Frances Allison - Mother (2000)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">Irene Pitts - My aunt, Moms' sister (2005)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">Whitney Allison - My uncle, Dads' brother (2006)</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">**************************************</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">My sisters and myself have been told we </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">have an 80% chance of getting Alzheimers'.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">Let's all hope work and hope for a cure real soon. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">God Bless You All who are the victims & The Caregivers</span></div>Beading Grannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09228647034914359555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776943898231930967.post-76315885293925609772008-08-05T15:45:00.000-07:002009-03-20T08:24:03.299-07:00~ Summer Beauty ~<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong><em>PINK MANDEVILLA</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3s6hZ6HlRakO_sTpQGuvOSHpYmWNZ-9DDiNMsXYiJXMQHmho_iPynGMdWuYY5HYgkRkJ4Onrceeq2E1oykUB02FctqHGT3_QQEASXoFClCgmDMHMhDD6vwmrCxEBJUQ_qsWxQmuY8dTcx/s1600-h/P1010011a.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227884032927131202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3s6hZ6HlRakO_sTpQGuvOSHpYmWNZ-9DDiNMsXYiJXMQHmho_iPynGMdWuYY5HYgkRkJ4Onrceeq2E1oykUB02FctqHGT3_QQEASXoFClCgmDMHMhDD6vwmrCxEBJUQ_qsWxQmuY8dTcx/s320/P1010011a.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">My stepson gave me this plant and it is a beauty! After searching for tips on caring for this plant - and there is plenty, I was amazed at all the beautiful pictures of a Mandevilla.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;">(pictures here are mine - not copies of someone else's ... all mine!)</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><em>'ALICE DU PONT' (Mandevilla)<br />• Evergreen</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><em>• </em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><em>Zones 21-25; may grow as a root-hardy perennial in zone 26, 27</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><em>• </em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><em>Full sun or partial shade</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><em>• </em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><em>Regular watering</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><em>• Climbs by: twining<br /></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><em>If it were grown exclusively outdoors, this lovely vine would be found in only the mildest zones. But because it thrives in pots on porch or deck, it's one of the most widely sold vines in the country. Pure pink, 2- to 4-inch-wide flowers shaped like flaring trumpets usually bloom from spring into fall, carried against a backdrop of glossy green, 3- to 8-inch leaves. And unlike many other vines, this one blooms happily at a small size — plants in 4-inch containers regularly produce flowers.<br />You'll often find this plant identified simply by its cultivar name — 'Alice du Pont' — rather than by genus and cultivar (Mandevilla 'Alice du Pont').<br />This vine does best with rich soil. It likes sun but needs some afternoon shade in the hottest areas. Grown outdoors in its preferred warm climates, it can reach 20 to 30 feet; container-grown plants stay much lower. For in-ground as well as containerized plants, provide a trellis or similar support. Feed container plants with a complete fertilizer every 2 weeks until the end of bloom; then trim the stems back by half and bring the plant indoors or to a sheltered spot. Water regularly throughout winter. If you're growing the plant outdoors, do any necessary pruning during the growing season.</em></span><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><em></div></em></span><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMI8KTZx35BgNoYMjZX5QiWy9t0OkLZKrvyz2bFPwDi-GupSp7CpGi1Wk-oMFuxsCWnA41WHvGvNIOWawjWpjml36-Rmj2T3DRTK9o-BQqSMXMXWLO1T_ZmFeHdE7IdFr3LZ5-752Zw_MZ/s1600-h/P1010017a.JPG"></a></p><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSLj2Ck0agwPe7fqh_5mwTD2wFwGGfSjxPzJTcQdd0VuRf28Wz_zX7L9SJdqY2rMlLdlOgt5lXcO-eTKIQ7ZwJNkl5SCzCf6QfUbmr43molVhLu-JnojzVNm2mn95kzZivgeNUbtAEKo1-/s1600-h/P1010012a.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227885757204511570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSLj2Ck0agwPe7fqh_5mwTD2wFwGGfSjxPzJTcQdd0VuRf28Wz_zX7L9SJdqY2rMlLdlOgt5lXcO-eTKIQ7ZwJNkl5SCzCf6QfUbmr43molVhLu-JnojzVNm2mn95kzZivgeNUbtAEKo1-/s320/P1010012a.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVueu3AurSiJg3EvX1z2x-h_03VwujtDH26fCZea98ox7A9PTH_288ZExlM2aww9OtSbTYM7yVzWpUBbA6x61RFBtonwNn1nb04nP_JVl2HBGyaSNWViaxEm9GqDymzaWWaOHidtYbmNaT/s1600-h/P1010027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227885758974657906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVueu3AurSiJg3EvX1z2x-h_03VwujtDH26fCZea98ox7A9PTH_288ZExlM2aww9OtSbTYM7yVzWpUBbA6x61RFBtonwNn1nb04nP_JVl2HBGyaSNWViaxEm9GqDymzaWWaOHidtYbmNaT/s320/P1010027.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><strong><em>The buds are just as pretty as the bloom ...</em></strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><strong><em>=====================================</em></strong></span></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">Joke:</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Going to Disneyland</span>!</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>A six year old goes to the hospital with his grandma to visit his grandpa. When they get to the hospital, he runs ahead of his grandma and bursts into his grandpa's room. 'Grandpa, Grandpa,' he says excitedly, 'as soon as Grandma comes into the room, make a noise like a frog! 'What?' said his grandpa. Make a noise like a frog because grandma said that as soon as you croak, we're going to Disneyland!'<br />=================================</strong></span></p><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVueu3AurSiJg3EvX1z2x-h_03VwujtDH26fCZea98ox7A9PTH_288ZExlM2aww9OtSbTYM7yVzWpUBbA6x61RFBtonwNn1nb04nP_JVl2HBGyaSNWViaxEm9GqDymzaWWaOHidtYbmNaT/s1600-h/P1010027.JPG"></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSLj2Ck0agwPe7fqh_5mwTD2wFwGGfSjxPzJTcQdd0VuRf28Wz_zX7L9SJdqY2rMlLdlOgt5lXcO-eTKIQ7ZwJNkl5SCzCf6QfUbmr43molVhLu-JnojzVNm2mn95kzZivgeNUbtAEKo1-/s1600-h/P1010012a.JPG"></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><em><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVueu3AurSiJg3EvX1z2x-h_03VwujtDH26fCZea98ox7A9PTH_288ZExlM2aww9OtSbTYM7yVzWpUBbA6x61RFBtonwNn1nb04nP_JVl2HBGyaSNWViaxEm9GqDymzaWWaOHidtYbmNaT/s1600-h/P1010027.JPG"></a></em></span></div>Beading Grannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09228647034914359555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776943898231930967.post-30912164664767445482008-07-27T10:11:00.000-07:002009-03-20T08:24:37.011-07:007/27/08 Smoke - Free One Year !!!!!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0W0HGvlg095RtNuGuf2XNVFqCsAfsKhCHCL15x5NYongRccj7KgLoZUOR2aYznGrEqIrL17jxFZVwB-Hkzx2qNFhqlXX94x8biLa1MNl7m9CQGzRa-ZxVJQbGiTEPRnuHzqx-zkFjjZx2/s1600-h/singingrooster.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227744600650211442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0W0HGvlg095RtNuGuf2XNVFqCsAfsKhCHCL15x5NYongRccj7KgLoZUOR2aYznGrEqIrL17jxFZVwB-Hkzx2qNFhqlXX94x8biLa1MNl7m9CQGzRa-ZxVJQbGiTEPRnuHzqx-zkFjjZx2/s320/singingrooster.gif" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>One year ago today (started <span style="color:#33cc00;"><a href="http://quitsmokinghope.com/">CHANTIX</a></span> on 7/13/08, my grandson, </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>Hunters' 9th birthday) I gave up the worst habit in my life ...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>I quit smoking! Forty years of damaging my body and</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>chancing getting lung cancer. God was with me! </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>So far - </strong></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>the two tests I have had, everything is fine.</strong></em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong><em>Helping Hand From CHANTIX<br /><a href="http://quitsmokinghope.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227746877408187538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdK5EgggFB89gK_sAwCkmU-b_-8cgRMO-cHFvpW9I5LUkcBurwKx342NmzIefT9A7TskcqEUaER10__XtVBp0lCSHyeKoVKfgieaXXyCCRxkuBwlQh0Ygx0CqceaP4I2FTRmx7Buh1O-p_/s320/chantix.gif" border="0" /></a></em></strong></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><p><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"><em>This medication should be applauded - </em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"><em>I was one of the lucky ones to</em></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"><em>not have any side effects as some people have reported. Now mind </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"><em>you I really had gotten very sick for a few days but it passed. Thank</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"><em>God I didn't give up! I made it and proud to say "I DO NOT SMOKE!"</em></span><br /><br /><br /></p><p align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt8wLbjDXanvrBOXlTRfyL0nyLwye5L3cV0dBRIcT1ovbkc9gyMgx4MKgw6JXfG9uNOPDACWzIyem2tnpp1ISiF2r1jVulz9oUqnxOMBWTNaDhdUmCOgjQLOPeSGHoOOVNqbJGYQ_5K2o1/s1600-h/AniClappingHands.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227744597451162162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt8wLbjDXanvrBOXlTRfyL0nyLwye5L3cV0dBRIcT1ovbkc9gyMgx4MKgw6JXfG9uNOPDACWzIyem2tnpp1ISiF2r1jVulz9oUqnxOMBWTNaDhdUmCOgjQLOPeSGHoOOVNqbJGYQ_5K2o1/s320/AniClappingHands.gif" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt8wLbjDXanvrBOXlTRfyL0nyLwye5L3cV0dBRIcT1ovbkc9gyMgx4MKgw6JXfG9uNOPDACWzIyem2tnpp1ISiF2r1jVulz9oUqnxOMBWTNaDhdUmCOgjQLOPeSGHoOOVNqbJGYQ_5K2o1/s1600-h/AniClappingHands.gif"></a></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix3XcesZcFbJNyq7UUslmp9uQqjDR4oqZkU6JjyqGuHjf9MrJgji4HH7-SDClIyYv0b2u9r4LUgYO3iLGsZa2mxhvZbcTUTQhmPqmkjyJHyRBisbXbMMwCfD9Xi72I985Q2P864EViFa4h/s1600-h/super_image.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227744596639171282" style="CURSOR: hand" height="166" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix3XcesZcFbJNyq7UUslmp9uQqjDR4oqZkU6JjyqGuHjf9MrJgji4HH7-SDClIyYv0b2u9r4LUgYO3iLGsZa2mxhvZbcTUTQhmPqmkjyJHyRBisbXbMMwCfD9Xi72I985Q2P864EViFa4h/s320/super_image.gif" width="228" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"><strong><em>Super Woman - I'm not! But man I feel better than I have in a long time. </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"><strong><em>My breathing is </em></strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"><strong><em>amazing compared to a year ago. </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"><strong><em>Used to I couldn't complete a sentence </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"><strong><em>without having to stop in the middle of it to catch my breathe!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"><strong><em>Here is a poem I wrote while taking CHANTIX -</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><em><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><em><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><em><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><em><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Second Wind …<br /></span><br />Morning is come so soon you know<br />It’s choking time here I go!<br />Coughing and sneezing it’s always the same<br />I don’t want to keep playing this game<br />Need to breathe clean, fresh air<br />A bountiful freshness everywhere<br />So I went to the doctor to get a fix<br />He wrote me a prescription for Chantix<br />First four days it was one pill for me<br />I smoked two and a half packs, you see<br />Fourth day started a pill morning and night<br />Cigarettes slowly faded out of sight –<br />On my second week can’t smoke anymore<br />Amazing I’m feeling better than before!<br />So I’ll sit back now no need for critics<br />Getting my second wind with Chantix.<br /><br />~Sylvia Allison</span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"><strong><em><span style="color:#339999;">7/20/07<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizSwj259OF23y6o4TFL99dZJyWKfihAosFbyi68IIY6qoMTwLkgwf1dCX9Qbqxe60Fl6v3BCwUAAA8Wngbd53p0HMkAYDCfzx4339-xT-eFef_MxKaVxjULxGvNCSGNHV8z_QtJ5l3PKG1/s1600-h/unclesam.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227744593019547202" style="WIDTH: 73px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="159" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizSwj259OF23y6o4TFL99dZJyWKfihAosFbyi68IIY6qoMTwLkgwf1dCX9Qbqxe60Fl6v3BCwUAAA8Wngbd53p0HMkAYDCfzx4339-xT-eFef_MxKaVxjULxGvNCSGNHV8z_QtJ5l3PKG1/s320/unclesam.jpg" width="113" border="0" /></a></span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"><strong><em><span style="color:#339999;">I won't knock anyone for smoking - I know at one time I didn't want to hear it.</span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"><strong><em><span style="color:#339999;">Today I am Smoke - Free & breathing! My family is happy for me and that</span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"><strong><em><span style="color:#339999;">means all the world to me ...</span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"><strong><em><span style="color:#339999;"></span></em></strong></span><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">Please let me know if you or anyone you know</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">has taken or tried <span style="color:#33cc00;">CHANTIX</span>. I am curious to know</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">if anyone else had the luck I had with this medicine.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">I have heard a lot of bad things and am wondering if </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">anyone else has quit with <span style="color:#33cc00;">CHANTIX</span> -</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">GOD BLESS & GOOD LUCK IF YOU ARE TRYING TO QUIT SMOKING!</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">~Sylvia</span></em></strong></div>Beading Grannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09228647034914359555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776943898231930967.post-25310505484410987702008-07-20T07:10:00.000-07:002009-03-20T08:24:37.018-07:00Pictures of Our New Addition<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiebJbRdjpUviid9eq0wc57_76PdhPJA3qU0oMKZWztEvsC1KBqUFH6zRf2dUkUAbO6T16a00Wv8H9UBG2fUsBsWmTLxdwI3poSEWs_cmfe0A-TYLDrn7ydNY5rYNJZO9pKUjWqJTNoNIzs/s1600-h/Hands-2_jpg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225113855635421842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiebJbRdjpUviid9eq0wc57_76PdhPJA3qU0oMKZWztEvsC1KBqUFH6zRf2dUkUAbO6T16a00Wv8H9UBG2fUsBsWmTLxdwI3poSEWs_cmfe0A-TYLDrn7ydNY5rYNJZO9pKUjWqJTNoNIzs/s320/Hands-2_jpg.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p align="center">There is nothing on this earth more precious than a child - </p><p align="center">God gave us children to love and care for. </p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRmVjj16t3d_-FzJKGIhukyqXXkdbChxo6UFIF5psSmfr7a8YS3dY041376ivkxQLFQgaoDyrELwvh2f6FQoUfgwmr0pjNzob8WU5Ru9wpDuJvuBJ3IZGIo5ew5cEuYQrl_ZsUv4BM9Rue/s1600-h/P1010116.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225107352751927186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRmVjj16t3d_-FzJKGIhukyqXXkdbChxo6UFIF5psSmfr7a8YS3dY041376ivkxQLFQgaoDyrELwvh2f6FQoUfgwmr0pjNzob8WU5Ru9wpDuJvuBJ3IZGIo5ew5cEuYQrl_ZsUv4BM9Rue/s320/P1010116.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Big sis Haley bonding with Kensley<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv7bMj4LdPDzYTVCF0pZFmiDC3MtLvuwCoITgvw2hyTWB8u1rWqMsPHVVSc41t1VA8jar9ysuzAyVhc57nZhUTkZZX5MuRuJ9NP01CxnSM0zXiTJF2odgk9Y-fZw25No0ZTIBffc0QSYAU/s1600-h/P1010111.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225107353697132162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv7bMj4LdPDzYTVCF0pZFmiDC3MtLvuwCoITgvw2hyTWB8u1rWqMsPHVVSc41t1VA8jar9ysuzAyVhc57nZhUTkZZX5MuRuJ9NP01CxnSM0zXiTJF2odgk9Y-fZw25No0ZTIBffc0QSYAU/s320/P1010111.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />"Oh I got gas - sugar water please"!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_PuNwlccpbCenn1Vu9j9IQULuSNMUo3qk5qazq6BaSX2v5VZffwlure-HlLzJ8wQl642CptLZc0ERf5iFnbFyVvxZKRgFhhOduD8raWNL_lfhFscrjT0R0y2YarXEtvtQYpXM7FVMlJeF/s1600-h/P1010123.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225107360042939858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_PuNwlccpbCenn1Vu9j9IQULuSNMUo3qk5qazq6BaSX2v5VZffwlure-HlLzJ8wQl642CptLZc0ERf5iFnbFyVvxZKRgFhhOduD8raWNL_lfhFscrjT0R0y2YarXEtvtQYpXM7FVMlJeF/s320/P1010123.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Daddy (Ricky) and Kensley<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe-IUWD6AYVTedEsVYPUGrG0op5vfdvJdo03AK47nGCRzqn6ttr0LzDWMxny9RhzPUcRlFcJpAiwH7uAToodckZHe4J3IcYnJHBZIkd7ZudyXFNtKF-dMVXpGkE8Tl3bJGEjluh0LTJz2-/s1600-h/P1010124.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225107364353282946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe-IUWD6AYVTedEsVYPUGrG0op5vfdvJdo03AK47nGCRzqn6ttr0LzDWMxny9RhzPUcRlFcJpAiwH7uAToodckZHe4J3IcYnJHBZIkd7ZudyXFNtKF-dMVXpGkE8Tl3bJGEjluh0LTJz2-/s320/P1010124.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Sleeping after her "sugar water"!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjN2gbF9S95kGh_tBRhz5pYg5XyYxr_044BYPQVQ0lbjMJ8kZksJMLk95G4RUyZLiadnLRl7d3XL4VeGLiIfphP62rnJnf_zzKPf049nnnc9CGjCiTsJ29nbphfLZUOLt-BLAQzWKCWz_3/s1600-h/P1010132.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225107364941515410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjN2gbF9S95kGh_tBRhz5pYg5XyYxr_044BYPQVQ0lbjMJ8kZksJMLk95G4RUyZLiadnLRl7d3XL4VeGLiIfphP62rnJnf_zzKPf049nnnc9CGjCiTsJ29nbphfLZUOLt-BLAQzWKCWz_3/s320/P1010132.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />"Hey Pawpaw"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiebJbRdjpUviid9eq0wc57_76PdhPJA3qU0oMKZWztEvsC1KBqUFH6zRf2dUkUAbO6T16a00Wv8H9UBG2fUsBsWmTLxdwI3poSEWs_cmfe0A-TYLDrn7ydNY5rYNJZO9pKUjWqJTNoNIzs/s1600-h/Hands-2_jpg.jpg"></a>Beading Grannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09228647034914359555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776943898231930967.post-83648335753833637242008-07-16T05:21:00.000-07:002009-03-20T08:24:37.024-07:00~ Welcome Kensley Faith ~<div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKSWIRdJCYruX4E9JZF1T04LxHC0_oax0znWeJ-L2W53jXupc-rmgdwjCZnDLk0QjPrqz5oTbXOtXEamFndcVU_LET9JZRdTdB8ISuqIlNicB_7xS0LEA8L8LGlkexmq1gpO3LJxDxME7E/s1600-h/S6300898.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223592240291231874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="230" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKSWIRdJCYruX4E9JZF1T04LxHC0_oax0znWeJ-L2W53jXupc-rmgdwjCZnDLk0QjPrqz5oTbXOtXEamFndcVU_LET9JZRdTdB8ISuqIlNicB_7xS0LEA8L8LGlkexmq1gpO3LJxDxME7E/s320/S6300898.JPG" width="333" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">Welcome </span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">Kensley Faith Allison -</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Weighing in at</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">10 lbs. 13 ozs.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">July 15, 2008</span> </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">*************************</div></span></em></strong><div align="center"><br /><br /> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>Welcome to the world little one</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>So innocent and new</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>Can't wait to hold and love you</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>And bid you ado ...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>Welcome to our world</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>So much love here to share</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>For this precious little new one</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>Loving thoughts from everywhere.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;">Welcome to your world</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;">Of play and joy and love</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;">Live your dreams little one</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;">While God watches you above.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;">~Mawmaw Tip</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;">7/16/08</span></strong><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;">***********************</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;">She is finally here after Mommy struggled so, a day of labor is worth the bundle of joy she holds in her arms. Now as the months follow, our thoughts will turn to Julia and Thumper for their little one, Kodie Layne. She will be born on November 17th by cearean birth and will be welcomed here to this anxious and waiting family!</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;">***********************</span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div></div></div>Beading Grannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09228647034914359555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776943898231930967.post-24112141105779641312008-07-09T07:46:00.000-07:002009-03-20T08:24:37.028-07:00Is Anyone There?<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTbT-sZeNH4kZdCG0CK3D_vUvumZNhXWydbASIiQZJx1IWNmzZiTX8EBhMq2TQN-bw3MqXHLt5jqNzcG8hUmzsg8ovzR2O7hGSvdVIA7AVCeXT6_d0GSF79nQLIj1V6Ccl3Gh0Cj7oRfZQ/s1600-h/29p.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221026301001547410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTbT-sZeNH4kZdCG0CK3D_vUvumZNhXWydbASIiQZJx1IWNmzZiTX8EBhMq2TQN-bw3MqXHLt5jqNzcG8hUmzsg8ovzR2O7hGSvdVIA7AVCeXT6_d0GSF79nQLIj1V6Ccl3Gh0Cj7oRfZQ/s320/29p.gif" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em>How silly of me - to believe there is anyone </em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em>interested in what I do or say! You know at my age it seems I would give up - but I can't. I am now a bead-a-holic! I love creating all sorts of jewelry items for people. To see the surprise and expressions on someones' face and to hear the "Thank You's" is a pure delight to me. I love pleasing people whether it is through my writings, making webpages or making jewelry.</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">To visit some of my pages:</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><a href="http://beadinggranny.com/">http://beadinggranny.com/</a></span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">These pages are filled with family, friends and reminders of how thankful we all should be as long as we have our health and our children are healthy. There are a few pages made for Reagan Allison; my little third cousin - this family is devastated from knowing this child has been diagnosed with </span></em><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc6600;">Acute Lymphblastic Leukemia.</span> </span></em></strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em>Please help us send best wishes to this single Mother as she struggles financially keeping the household going and paying Reagan’s hospital and treatment bills. If you would like to send a donation - please send it to:</em></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Wendy Allison<br />P.O. Box 292</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Alamance, N.C. 27201</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span>Reagan is a bright and chipper little three year old who has melted so many hearts at this young age! We pray for Reagan and so many other children who have been stricken in their young lives with a traumatic disease. Thank you and God bless you so very much for your kindness.</em></span></span></span></div><div style="VISIBILITY: visible"><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></div><div align="center">Reagans' pages are <a href="http://beadinggranny.com/reagan.htm">http://beadinggranny.com/reagan.htm</a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">*********************<br /><br />Below are jewelry items I have made are there are pages and pages of items -</div><div align="center">Bracelets - $8.oo</div><div align="center">Necklaces - $15.oo</div><div align="center">Rings - $6.oo</div><div align="center"><a href="mailto:poetmaw1@aol.com">Email </a>me if you would like one...</div><div style="VISIBILITY: visible" align="center"><embed style="WIDTH: 460px; HEIGHT: 350px" name="sequence" align="middle" src="http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/3/spflick.swf" width="460" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="#000000" wmode="transparent" flashvars="ql=2&src1=http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1186/5110277/flicks/1/5159361" quality="high"></embed></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="VISIBILITY: visible"></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="VISIBILITY: visible"><br /></div><div style="VISIBILITY: visible"><p style="MARGIN-TOP: 10px; HEIGHT: 24px; whitespace: no-wrap"><br /></p></div><p style="VISIBILITY: visible" align="center"><a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?link=%2FphotoFlick%2Fsamples%2Fpflicks.shtml&cID=924"><img src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/res/pflicks/pt.gif" align="left" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?link=%2FphotoFlick%2Fsamples%2Fpflicks.shtml&cID=925"><img style="MARGIN-LEFT: 5px" src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/static/images/pt2.gif" align="left" border="0" /></a></p><div style="VISIBILITY: visible"><br /></div><p style="VISIBILITY: visible"></p><p style="VISIBILITY: visible" align="center">*********************</p><p style="VISIBILITY: visible" align="center">I would love a comment or two - if I hear from you</p><p style="VISIBILITY: visible" align="center">You'll hear from me!</p>Beading Grannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09228647034914359555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776943898231930967.post-51432197840464416552008-06-27T06:58:00.000-07:002009-03-20T08:24:37.033-07:00New Adventure; Do I Hear A Ring?<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Temptation of Rings</span></span></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjJxbkz2TXbapSH4DhJKn63Wgg4mSki23TtcC_d98e44BDSdvtufh0x02NqoaP8iz286nvDtZ-LetyoY_LUuL-6Ej6smyDGjUtfGQ6VfQ50L8Cfrdvba9xNW91HKFeaTj7Xi_V_eYz-xNQ/s1600-h/mauh.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216567846866274146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjJxbkz2TXbapSH4DhJKn63Wgg4mSki23TtcC_d98e44BDSdvtufh0x02NqoaP8iz286nvDtZ-LetyoY_LUuL-6Ej6smyDGjUtfGQ6VfQ50L8Cfrdvba9xNW91HKFeaTj7Xi_V_eYz-xNQ/s320/mauh.gif" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"> My new adventure - making rings - low and behold! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">This is wonderful I am loving it!</span></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjccgLHcu8fPxZ3bBB9F0hi0QLVwhWRbIZDhgwqrRYn55KEiuvLSDbdj-aDpa4vfgrk2m4i-6q16q-E8J4Kd-jVi5rGMankkb1W-nxk1JP1TNKQpJqLKQz4CXdF0gwRGQ5i0vx9P3k3arX7/s1600-h/THE+ROSE.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216571513637673810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjccgLHcu8fPxZ3bBB9F0hi0QLVwhWRbIZDhgwqrRYn55KEiuvLSDbdj-aDpa4vfgrk2m4i-6q16q-E8J4Kd-jVi5rGMankkb1W-nxk1JP1TNKQpJqLKQz4CXdF0gwRGQ5i0vx9P3k3arX7/s320/THE+ROSE.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;">This is my first ring ...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;">"The Rose"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;">Size 6 1/2"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;">$7.oo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;">*************</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7FhygV1QfWlnDlA4EBwG7ANyoKNiuCUPRRKWWPFWb4OByzJE4YWJZm3YLOwxOmJW8CbYWZ_QpFaR9Ulxe-Amb6LGY923A0AGNBOu-wBfP4ipJ7KYE9_Q-OH4htx-T8ZCNIczELtrNCodY/s1600-h/GRAPE.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216572713720172834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7FhygV1QfWlnDlA4EBwG7ANyoKNiuCUPRRKWWPFWb4OByzJE4YWJZm3YLOwxOmJW8CbYWZ_QpFaR9Ulxe-Amb6LGY923A0AGNBOu-wBfP4ipJ7KYE9_Q-OH4htx-T8ZCNIczELtrNCodY/s320/GRAPE.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">Purple Passion</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;">Size 5 1/2"</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;">$7.oo</span></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>**********</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><a href="http://beadinggranny.com/mycreations.htm"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216574288295707922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzfE6PP-BCM3UiZKJTzGOt3MVrPnBAwoBiULpefCi5sIaXyhe5yKS3IZ3xMOGXPTSlBF8rLVGFxwFa1Ozt5rIOiUAWUSRwzpAMMXzISlP5fFu7Q9Qxj7BTOriLMJXjdGDP0xGAKTsv2oZu/s320/RETRO.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A new bracelet called "Retro"</span></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">I love the colors of whites, blues, greens and reds. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Looks of innocence, made with pride!</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;">Size 8"</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;">$8.oo</span><br /></p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;">To see my other items: Click on picture</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;">of bracelet.</span> </p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">********************</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">If you like these - please comment</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">If you'd like one - </span><a href="mailto:poetmaw1@aol.com"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;">EMAIL</span></strong></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> me ...<br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></span></span><br /></span></p>Beading Grannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09228647034914359555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776943898231930967.post-40634512633938126182008-06-27T04:48:00.000-07:002009-03-20T08:24:37.039-07:00In The Pink - Another Girl<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">GIRLS - GIRLS IN THE PINK ...</span></strong><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSb5useXpjcwhjRAEx_V_vijkzTjJPnOixyZv_xrhYEzdNa9HRDBi7bW09AqsIF2oL7p9YfR3tqa7pjMspAY1T6Oc_vlU3MqB0SnDczVkT8mu2pYJaGD_bMZ9K-9p_LBBf3_PJdzY6ELDb/s1600-h/girls.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216535407836847138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSb5useXpjcwhjRAEx_V_vijkzTjJPnOixyZv_xrhYEzdNa9HRDBi7bW09AqsIF2oL7p9YfR3tqa7pjMspAY1T6Oc_vlU3MqB0SnDczVkT8mu2pYJaGD_bMZ9K-9p_LBBf3_PJdzY6ELDb/s320/girls.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR7-o0DlkTjpAm-F8v_4dJWJc2_9TVba8QDmgFXe7biyZWIQ0Qr9ayRpHDeuTF7N5KuoeqmXk8qfoFlxe8lFkobkFHXmF1LM5gK9CRmb7CKiNWRpro7tkI7_8-bt5EtYBGSu_aOsM1WaD6/s1600-h/Baby3c.gif"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216528181097994706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR7-o0DlkTjpAm-F8v_4dJWJc2_9TVba8QDmgFXe7biyZWIQ0Qr9ayRpHDeuTF7N5KuoeqmXk8qfoFlxe8lFkobkFHXmF1LM5gK9CRmb7CKiNWRpro7tkI7_8-bt5EtYBGSu_aOsM1WaD6/s320/Baby3c.gif" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Yesterday, June 26th 2008 I found from ultrasound and pictures there is another little girl to grace this family. Kodie Layne is scheduled for her new place on earth November 17th. She is the daughter of my youngest son and his wife and has a big sister, Kiara who is 6 years old and starts school this fall. It was delightful and exciting watching her face as she saw the 3D face of her little sister, Kodie.</strong></span></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216544306361843778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6j2KJoeiS9oDt6viGp-3iQ_EzQgoLdu1SbNQCvKLMEBDpJ81f3SeUkgiH90S6LQinZgDOdik3jczBDXymvd_jSPu7SBHo1OwjGJKEGwXxNMCqPnaN-udfiiNOXmtuyGGhoD5-6CuxZjnV/s320/Baby3d.gif" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>After a couple of miscarriages, we are now awaiting the birth of Kensley Faith, </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>the daughter of my middle son and his wife </strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>in the next few days. </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>She is due on July 8th, yet I am looking for a little firecracker! </strong></span><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;">Her mom is ready I am sure of that. </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;">Kensley has an older brother, Ian who is 18 years old </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;">and a big sister, Haley who will be 9 years this September.</span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;">****************************</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;">Having grandchildren is Gods' way of telling you, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;">"Hey there is more to life than work, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;">children and paying taxes". </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;">I have been blessed with ten grandchildren in all - </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;">seven are here on this earth, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;">two of them are ready to </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;">make their presence known;</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;">God has my angel, Macey Hope. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;">She was born premature and left her mark</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;">here after three days of life, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;">she would have been 8 years old this year.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;">God Bless You, Macey Hope</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;">9/16/99 - 9/19/99</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;">*****************************</span></strong></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216542646438508674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOM9ZK16D_zv8wSHoQEBSfarzbZ5eloilXT2MyA9GgEKZAUrXxR03AL9PGnH119I8NWdKqARXe9OWQ3xzBXoZAB4iU9dWukSEvGc8oMJlUm1wWD43RDnmAiyLUS9CTHz6hd87idMODUU5m/s320/master.jpg" border="0" /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#330033;">A Grandmothers Prayer</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">Little people, tiny people </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">sent from above</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">God sent </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">precious angels </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">for us all to love</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">Growing up so quickly </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">leaving home without a sound.<br />Soon they give us the gift of life</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">grandchildren all around.<br />I pray for them the finest life </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">that God will allow.<br />'Cause when it comes to grandchildren<br />my head will surely bow,<br />"God you know the reasons </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">for the little people’s lives.<br />They're sent here from Heaven </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">and in my heart love strives.<br />To make them feel so happy, </span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">good things they endure.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">Keep them safe and healthy, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">so their little hearts stay pure.<br />And God, one thing I ask of you, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">guide us all each day </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">To have the strength and honor </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">to teach them how to pray".</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">AMEN </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"><br /></span></strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Copyright ©2007 Sylvia Allison</strong></span></div>Beading Grannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09228647034914359555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776943898231930967.post-62770082046927053222008-06-18T06:36:00.001-07:002009-03-20T08:24:37.045-07:00Workplace & Assistant<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQilEkpLYY1N3DR0tm1_WpdoHtzI9bO0SvlcWOrRIz4yM0zk5OLk2ASCZcnbKmenstPcCRV9TCpHgL0OT516H13lyIgOLiECs5IMRnbT8EHPvqGGr7xbaB-yWJP-7NrZRyrlm3FFvfJ9B4/s1600-h/P1010103.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213223981702474722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQilEkpLYY1N3DR0tm1_WpdoHtzI9bO0SvlcWOrRIz4yM0zk5OLk2ASCZcnbKmenstPcCRV9TCpHgL0OT516H13lyIgOLiECs5IMRnbT8EHPvqGGr7xbaB-yWJP-7NrZRyrlm3FFvfJ9B4/s320/P1010103.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><em>My workplace - a cozy room all for me</em></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><em>Step inside and you will see</em></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><em>Containers of beads, clasps and such</em></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><em>Look around, you'll see oh so much</em></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><em>Rows and rows of my creations</em></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><em>Shown with delight and appreciation.</em></span></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPiuQpCWr555FQ5dN3AO_8KOek_nniFmZELZR6og-kNrS6pm-2uFcYLnNlGzrEeT6IZCqbTgL6wUMA1hvs3CRoaN2voaKWCeZ6aZFZxNGHuf4hwyEiZHc4AHtsynxxO0inSmVgG1KsZNOn/s1600-h/P1010101.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213222647056172866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPiuQpCWr555FQ5dN3AO_8KOek_nniFmZELZR6og-kNrS6pm-2uFcYLnNlGzrEeT6IZCqbTgL6wUMA1hvs3CRoaN2voaKWCeZ6aZFZxNGHuf4hwyEiZHc4AHtsynxxO0inSmVgG1KsZNOn/s320/P1010101.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><em></em></span></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmxCc_RatW4uqz9Bb7jlY2lZ78tcJZX2fn25NFdCg1g5CuvhjuxIe_cRG01IixB7Pw-SP5YSRFllhEv74qkLfGX3AG90kLc6JK3dhr2i1KIEoFzYWEg4_rqCD6ifOXp2LYZEw09P4V7CHI/s1600-h/P1010098.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213223329142271538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmxCc_RatW4uqz9Bb7jlY2lZ78tcJZX2fn25NFdCg1g5CuvhjuxIe_cRG01IixB7Pw-SP5YSRFllhEv74qkLfGX3AG90kLc6JK3dhr2i1KIEoFzYWEg4_rqCD6ifOXp2LYZEw09P4V7CHI/s320/P1010098.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr31mHwv06kvoXzqEwEH6igE8P08oRyW9Kubpet2q55F8CMLSsNPHC8P-6uB7WhBabMI1y18qeB27VJoUWiQ4PpvUhT9B8L9GLz45GHoYQi0GnlU_ddZ0_YZ0ud-TXy3KRLndW4YrGf-kP/s1600-h/P1010105.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213222955399151234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr31mHwv06kvoXzqEwEH6igE8P08oRyW9Kubpet2q55F8CMLSsNPHC8P-6uB7WhBabMI1y18qeB27VJoUWiQ4PpvUhT9B8L9GLz45GHoYQi0GnlU_ddZ0_YZ0ud-TXy3KRLndW4YrGf-kP/s320/P1010105.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><em>This is my assistant, Kenzie - very patient and</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><em>helpful everyday. She plays and watches me with my creating as she I'm sure is wondering "why does she sit there like this everyday?" Really she is a very good girl and her great granny enjoys her company tremendously!</em></span><br /></span></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr31mHwv06kvoXzqEwEH6igE8P08oRyW9Kubpet2q55F8CMLSsNPHC8P-6uB7WhBabMI1y18qeB27VJoUWiQ4PpvUhT9B8L9GLz45GHoYQi0GnlU_ddZ0_YZ0ud-TXy3KRLndW4YrGf-kP/s1600-h/P1010105.jpg"></a></p><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">My Newest</span></em></strong></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaLceskAN-tPc1ncuWtc01jGY3o87SwSLwiqYEfZR5GIKK5FcuIEmuhKPGUSeJl5ucZvTBsvc984TVggiwjFggyX12D15Ub-VVuKtsBI-NK7LIf5sGgN-gAQigmTrZsRSFTNQ_l0kettCK/s1600-h/P1010016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213217222057062498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaLceskAN-tPc1ncuWtc01jGY3o87SwSLwiqYEfZR5GIKK5FcuIEmuhKPGUSeJl5ucZvTBsvc984TVggiwjFggyX12D15Ub-VVuKtsBI-NK7LIf5sGgN-gAQigmTrZsRSFTNQ_l0kettCK/s320/P1010016.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><em>Silver and Pearls - </em></span><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><em>A combination so </em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><em>soothing to the eye. </em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><em>I liked the look as I</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><em>slowly created this</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><em>set while spending </em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><em>some quiet time after</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><em>Ian's graduation party.</em></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div></div></div>Beading Grannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09228647034914359555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776943898231930967.post-33867255968439073232008-06-16T08:48:00.000-07:002009-03-20T08:24:37.048-07:00~Newest Jewelry~<div align="center">It is obvious I am a jewelry making addict!</div><div align="center">Affordable prices and to your liking I do make jewelry</div><div align="center">at your request. Send me an <a href="mailto:poetmaw1@aol.com">EMAIL</a> with you</div><div align="center">description of what you'd like and I will try to accommodate you.</div><div align="center">Interested in more of my creations?</div><div align="center">Check out <a href="http://beadinggranny.com/">BEADING GRANNY</a> -</div><br /><br><embed style="WIDTH: 440px; HEIGHT: 310px" name="photo_peel" align="middle" src="http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/3/spflick.swf" width="440" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" flashvars="ql=2&src1=http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1186/5110277/flicks/1/4993354&src2=http://widgetize.picturetrail.com/flicks/4993354" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#000000" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain"></embed> <p style="MARGIN-TOP: 10px; HEIGHT: 24px; whitespace: no-wrap"><a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?link=%2FphotoFlick%2Fsamples%2Fpflicks.shtml&cID=924"><img src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/res/pflicks/pt.gif" align="left" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?link=%2FphotoFlick%2Fsamples%2Fpflicks.shtml&cID=925"><img style="MARGIN-LEFT: 5px" src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/static/images/pt2.gif" align="left" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.picturetrail.com%2Fmanage%2Fflicks&cID=995"><img style="MARGIN-LEFT: 5px" src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/static/images/pt3.gif" align="left" border="0" /></a></p> <br><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Bracelets - 7 1/2" - 8" $8.00</span></p><div style="VISIBILITY: visible" align="center"><br><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><div style="VISIBILITY: visible"></div><embed style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 250px" name="geometric" align="middle" src="http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/3/spflick.swf" width="360" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" flashvars="ql=2&src1=http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1186/5110277/flicks/1/4993453&src2=http://widgetize.picturetrail.com/flicks/4993453" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#000000" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain"></embed> <p style="MARGIN-TOP: 10px; HEIGHT: 24px; whitespace: no-wrap"><a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?link=%2FphotoFlick%2Fsamples%2Fpflicks.shtml&cID=924"><img src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/res/pflicks/pt.gif" align="left" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?link=%2FphotoFlick%2Fsamples%2Fpflicks.shtml&cID=925"><img style="MARGIN-LEFT: 5px" src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/static/images/pt2.gif" align="left" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.picturetrail.com%2Fmanage%2Fflicks&cID=995"><img style="MARGIN-LEFT: 5px" src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/static/images/pt3.gif" align="left" border="0" /></a></p></div></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Necklaces - 18" - 20" - $15.00</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><br><div align="center">Hey, I would really love a comment about what you have seen here,<br />send a comment or suggestion to Beading Granny! </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">***********************************</div><div align="center"><center><a href="http://www.ringsurf.com/ring/mossdesigns/">Bead Artists who Blog</a><br /><a href="http://www.ringsurf.com/">Powered By Ringsurf</a></center></div>Beading Grannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09228647034914359555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776943898231930967.post-23090483319353139082008-06-16T08:25:00.000-07:002009-03-20T08:24:03.346-07:00Blooms of Global Warning?<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMRC6aaTytw9yTl4XxvClnC59lLf-IO0JtInWIPkviXvUyyZU2GqFHruU0EC509lLV3AlfOoofE7ntvl0IMsUDb4bCWGEr64lwMPtj6d5hI0nZsRRcuA8CncmNnLQBowbtHUXrgU3IgFQO/s1600-h/P1010118.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212501149932797346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMRC6aaTytw9yTl4XxvClnC59lLf-IO0JtInWIPkviXvUyyZU2GqFHruU0EC509lLV3AlfOoofE7ntvl0IMsUDb4bCWGEr64lwMPtj6d5hI0nZsRRcuA8CncmNnLQBowbtHUXrgU3IgFQO/s320/P1010118.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"><strong><em> </em></strong></span><span style="color:#330099;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">Easter Lilies in June<br /></span><br />Global warning – they talk about<br />Differences in temperature<br />Makes you want to shout!<br />Cold in the spring<br />Summer is sweltering<br />While lilies bloom<br />No way of sheltering<br />The beautiful white blooms<br />Of Easter pride<br />Now needs an umbrella<br />For the long, hot ride<br />Peaceful white flowers<br />For signs of spring<br />In mid-summer<br />Now blossoming.<br /><br />6/16/08<br />S. Allison</em></strong></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"><strong><em><br /></em></strong></span><br /></div>Beading Grannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09228647034914359555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776943898231930967.post-60158065592001145762008-06-16T07:13:00.000-07:002009-03-20T08:24:37.052-07:00Graduation - 2008<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxo9zV8lZ6NJV_T2VmkDVv9xfm3JfKJCZhzVkJwrJN89bV_pNasdWINUP-3p7fMTvYISBV9o_4pRgYvcPQpLnPeABqSDDw-CwfwJ0zuSPDrZORsVZQTTfegNbvDAXpSONPWEeZgP2cRhvv/s1600-h/13diploma.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212488603833481826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxo9zV8lZ6NJV_T2VmkDVv9xfm3JfKJCZhzVkJwrJN89bV_pNasdWINUP-3p7fMTvYISBV9o_4pRgYvcPQpLnPeABqSDDw-CwfwJ0zuSPDrZORsVZQTTfegNbvDAXpSONPWEeZgP2cRhvv/s320/13diploma.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip0F5iuVMP2kE149rhmIloS_i7xbtMnTCGsVra8Aa4_lUl_LNxJkTBM49Fts9GcozBDcVhW3CsheEp_3j94yFf2kdcFgxbR4wRl1XM73PYPu9AbbPVmSqXRvXJR0dLPntr4uMFdSoznaFn/s1600-h/DIPLOMA1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212488609313321538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip0F5iuVMP2kE149rhmIloS_i7xbtMnTCGsVra8Aa4_lUl_LNxJkTBM49Fts9GcozBDcVhW3CsheEp_3j94yFf2kdcFgxbR4wRl1XM73PYPu9AbbPVmSqXRvXJR0dLPntr4uMFdSoznaFn/s320/DIPLOMA1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em></em></span><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Graham High School</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Graduation Day</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>6/14/08</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>**********************</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center">Ian Scott Allison - </div><br /><div align="center">my oldest grandson has received his diploma </div><br /><div align="center">and made his family so very proud. </div><span style="color:#ff0000;">************************<br /></span><div align="center"></div>Graham High Seniors bid</div><div align="center">farewell in Ceremony Video:</div><div align="center"><a href="http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid1155236417/bclid1155306090/bctid1607337949" target="_blank">http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid1155236417/bclid1155306090/bctid1607337949</a> <span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Compliments of local newspaper; Times-News - Burlington, NC<br /></div></span><center></center>Beading Grannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09228647034914359555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776943898231930967.post-72979528306023014812008-06-13T04:02:00.000-07:002009-03-20T08:24:37.055-07:00Graduation - 2008<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211324550963141986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtaTharn7NOIjhbXeBHSXAFdLofEiyvthvyLNJ6FnfAA115R6i3ZbBjUYrEFbLWK5n3EE7pZZgHgMkxDTlX0VlPwYHac_I0g9yZvuKTT5A-QFu4S00rJwGBFFen-rPUDRXtZLrUWMoEAul/s320/IMAG006.gif" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><em>CONGRATULATIONS!!!!</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><em>Ian Scott Allison</em></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">Tomorrow, June 14th, my grandson, Ian graduates from Graham High School! As he takes that walk across the stage for his diploma, I wish him all the best that he can get out of life. </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">He plans to go to ACC and further his education in Criminal Justice - my little "PeeWee" wants to be a policeman. I am so very proud of him no matter what he does and I know he will do it well.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLLiL33_mS94JhBfmvzWwwzseAs2WjkCQuUNGqEljswWURjUt0hZsRasGKbVB6v_LuW-ks4gsDlhVVzPasX3ohBHiNBU1-nWomNUnPZ_hQY-idir-m0EksJdQVgiEMprAhL6Rkxi_9k8WN/s1600-h/prom-083.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211338605896870594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLLiL33_mS94JhBfmvzWwwzseAs2WjkCQuUNGqEljswWURjUt0hZsRasGKbVB6v_LuW-ks4gsDlhVVzPasX3ohBHiNBU1-nWomNUnPZ_hQY-idir-m0EksJdQVgiEMprAhL6Rkxi_9k8WN/s320/prom-083.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;">"To you Ian, your grandmother loves you so very much and you have made me so proud of you and your accomplishments. Walk proud and do good, stand tall and others will stand by you. Make the best out of your life and what it has to offer you throughout your future. I love you, Ian!"</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;">Love Always,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;">Mawmaw</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">P.S. Think of Mawmaw always when you hear the song by Trace Adkins - You're Gonna Miss This -</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"></span></strong></div>Beading Grannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09228647034914359555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776943898231930967.post-25790808800077413802008-04-24T11:03:00.000-07:002009-03-20T08:24:37.069-07:00~Poetry~<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzB9GPAWwnxewEMhCl5EJtYyD9FgjFqJbKLkqbUi8GE8UkxOp7kHTXRpk01fK3HOnLdnWKi7Jo1T8skLZqHNHMcWPiGjjUkrSdIdZbu5IUf34hbR71Z99kq8eTaWGtIPMx3f4vTsR7HDim/s1600-h/2007poetofthemonthqt6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192981181523638914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzB9GPAWwnxewEMhCl5EJtYyD9FgjFqJbKLkqbUi8GE8UkxOp7kHTXRpk01fK3HOnLdnWKi7Jo1T8skLZqHNHMcWPiGjjUkrSdIdZbu5IUf34hbR71Z99kq8eTaWGtIPMx3f4vTsR7HDim/s320/2007poetofthemonthqt6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;">I love writing poetry -</span></em></strong><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;">it comes from the heart.</span></em></strong> </span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNrOSYYSkeIYJcFCCXscK2s-vpyMEnWywgrhHrNxilmMOpe9GEMGtnqwDBUOLxW9tzt4Q0ibzoGjkx_wEBFaOnVa4_MH6IdbnOyma6DgH-3q4U3l5MiLIh0Uh3Xow9nZY2mIDh2b5p4khJ/s1600-h/alwaysremembered.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192981726984485522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNrOSYYSkeIYJcFCCXscK2s-vpyMEnWywgrhHrNxilmMOpe9GEMGtnqwDBUOLxW9tzt4Q0ibzoGjkx_wEBFaOnVa4_MH6IdbnOyma6DgH-3q4U3l5MiLIh0Uh3Xow9nZY2mIDh2b5p4khJ/s320/alwaysremembered.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Remembering<br /></span><br />Seemed like only yesterday<br />Remembering the past<br />Her little girl stood beside her<br />Yet wasn’t meant to last<br />Attached like glue,<br />An inseparable pair<br />This little girl and she<br />With the velvet touch of her hand<br />She slipped away, you see.<br />Reaching out for the pretty bow<br />Flowers circled on a boutonnière<br />With an angel pin of gold<br />Ribbons of satin she did adhere.<br />Streaming across her shaky hand<br />High school colors red and black<br />Her eyes swelling from the tears<br />She starts thinking back –<br />This is prom night, a year ago<br />Her daughter dressed beautifully<br />Photos in a scrapbook<br />Reminders to her you see<br />Blinding headlights –<br />Rain slowly falling<br />A curve in sight ahead<br />Her boyfriend remembered nothing<br />Just screaming in his head.<br />Her only child swept away<br />By the brutal hands of death<br />There on that summer night<br />Slowly taking her last breath.<br /><br /><br />©Sylvia Allison</em></strong></span><br /></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"><strong><em>4/21/07 </em></strong></span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOiTS4cx9PWAtXchDiuhKM0rKg3KgqFEElzX-wutb13f7sOSxtL4MsVIKNJ0EuwEEIjSw7pFjkRbI5SV907VhC3hAp5y6GMGSlked05vfDAtZ9Kpcc-nvSJLsUaXyxEsKR9EAdkbwrB9xC/s1600-h/middleage.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192924505135200850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOiTS4cx9PWAtXchDiuhKM0rKg3KgqFEElzX-wutb13f7sOSxtL4MsVIKNJ0EuwEEIjSw7pFjkRbI5SV907VhC3hAp5y6GMGSlked05vfDAtZ9Kpcc-nvSJLsUaXyxEsKR9EAdkbwrB9xC/s320/middleage.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#663333;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Reminiscing …<br /></span><br />The old gazebo is worn and tattered<br />With rustic looks of the past<br />Vines of ivy of the deepest green<br />Smothering and oh so contrast<br /><br />Tears in her eyes, her sorrow is deep<br />Walking towards her destination<br />Wiping her tears; a look of horror<br />At the place with such destruction<br /><br />She walks along the worn down path<br />At this place while she reminisces<br />Thinking of the warm summer nights<br />Their souls embracing with kisses<br /><br />For now he has gone; death made its mark<br />She is the one who is left behind<br />Now this place where they loved so<br />Once was a place so divined?<br /><br /> Sylvia Allison</span></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;">4/12/06</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOoYHeiRbzX8FcH92uZ3rE6z2Cz5STRHl8lahsZezJdHwQxtnvF2q8KOgLpIUqRkzJx6mMswjtbNwbaKVYDab-YM9tlDViyH6iWk7-jV2xA7xVy1cqtcr3pmbrkoRJvrQb7b2fL_c_BxDu/s1600-h/granny+kimbro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192879317784279586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOoYHeiRbzX8FcH92uZ3rE6z2Cz5STRHl8lahsZezJdHwQxtnvF2q8KOgLpIUqRkzJx6mMswjtbNwbaKVYDab-YM9tlDViyH6iWk7-jV2xA7xVy1cqtcr3pmbrkoRJvrQb7b2fL_c_BxDu/s320/granny+kimbro.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#663300;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Dedication –<br />Granny Kimbro<br /><br /></span>Walking proud into the room<br />Dressed in lace to please the eye<br />Strong and tough;<br />She’s from the old world<br />And graceful as a butterfly<br />She looks in a mirror<br />Gives herself a wink<br />Nothing can get her down<br />She will leave you wondering<br />To yourself<br />As she carries on without frown<br />She plays the role of a queen<br />Tough as nails; an avid achiever<br />Yet tender-hearted with her family<br />The lady is -<br />My great-grandmother.<br /><br /><br />~Sylvia Allison</span></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;">3/28/07 </span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwxjfK5KbLjESj6w67nVYVbnzm3TfUisLxIa-ycMX2qXStcox7rqCcKE8rBaDOn59A0KGo8eXcebiWYdMpnG7SD-R79DhSVRJsFKzf0_V41AS3-ypsbbm2w3qjIlkXASmS9UNIdhplTHWH/s1600-h/hmlssmg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192877054336514546" style="CURSOR: hand" height="208" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwxjfK5KbLjESj6w67nVYVbnzm3TfUisLxIa-ycMX2qXStcox7rqCcKE8rBaDOn59A0KGo8eXcebiWYdMpnG7SD-R79DhSVRJsFKzf0_V41AS3-ypsbbm2w3qjIlkXASmS9UNIdhplTHWH/s320/hmlssmg.jpg" width="266" border="0" /></a><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Homeless</span>…<br /><br />Alone without a coat to wear<br />to shelter him from the cold<br />He has no home to call his own<br />he’s ragged and getting old;<br />No place to live or wait for a meal<br />on the dinner table again<br />He suffers with hunger, no money for food<br />or a meal to stop the pain<br />He never knows where to spend the night<br />his shelter is a cardboard box<br />Without a blanket or a pillow for comfort<br />can’t even stay in a cellblock.<br />He never bothers anyone just walks around all day<br />wandering about without a doubt<br />he is societies castaway…<br />Maybe he is a veteran, who fought for us in war<br />or someone who was pushed aside<br />for another to adore<br />These homeless people in this world<br />aren’t they still the children of God?<br />Nobody knows his or her hardships<br />or where their steps have trod<br />It is sad to see them without a coat<br />or shoes upon their feet<br />Wondering where they will spend the night<br />to make their day complete…<br />Turning your head in disbelief<br />in your mind the memory clings,<br />Be thankful for your treasures<br />your home and finest things;<br />For something bad could happen<br />and there you could be found<br />Homeless, helpless and hungry,<br />broke and sorrow bound…<br /><br />~Sylvia Allison<br />3/5/01</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPLzg5az9PZBjW8oRrSVK22fdeKt47bjymPDIymLk5yTxoZQmEZ5LzI_fH0mJwdyr4kKaYyc2mW11jILqH6VQcLpf37dWhOp4E3jsuUXy3iVf9EDyNl0liC82UJnPpfU7VbR7i-NDyAc5a/s1600-h/HomelessDinner.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192877324919454210" style="WIDTH: 184px; 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