d trimming by helpful people. Unfortunately we have a plant theif who drives down from MAss to steal my blue Hydrangeas, every year ! no matter how much I beg him not to......No fun to come home o find flowers all picked, the lLillies, Poppies, Peonies, Roses,... only the McKenna's Hybrid Columbine, Bleeding heart, and Dutchman's Breeches were spared.
Sunday, October 12, 2014
The Angel Miracle Story by Debra Eichler Elliott copyright pending
the feeling that one day, when he became very old, he might finally le her pick him up and pet him, and that day came.
He had even stopped washin himself so she gave him a bath, lovingly craddling him in her arms in the soothing, warm water. He rested his chin on her hand for a long time and then stirred as if he was ready to get up. She gently dried him, and put him on a soft blanket, where his best friends could keep him company. He did not want to eat or drink, but Sweet hear was snuggled up to him and he looked as if not to be in any pain. She thanked God. The next morning his tummy was no longer moving up and down with each cat breath, he had died peacefully in his sleep and if he was aware at all, he had felt the affection of his other cat friends as he passed. She needed to dig a hole her neighbors were not around. She would have asked them She started thinking of people she knew and didn't know who to ask, they were all nice people but at work or unable to help.She did not even know if the ground would be too hard to dig, it was a bright sunny bitter cold day. DEAR GOD ! She thought, what do YOU want me to do? I have strong faith in You.. what do you want to do ? Just then the phone rang, she picked it up and heard a kind unfamiliar voice that felt familiar. ''Hi, I'm your Angel'' DEAR GOD! What timing, she thought.....
She had always been shy and hesitant about coming right out and asking what she needed but she jst knew that that this time was different, so she dove right in and asked,''Do you have a husband or boyfriend that could help me did a hole in my backyard? My cat just died''.... She had tried to sound calm, but she was holding back tears and she wasn't sure what was coming across in her voice, perhaps, she sounded desparate, she had no idea.. all she knew was that she had cried out to God and just as she did, HE had answered her prayer !
The lady said her husband was at work, he might be leaving early, she would ask him and call her back. Wel, she did, and said, her husband had to work late, but she'd called her Cousin, and they could be there in 15 minutes.
My goodness, 15 minutes ! That seemed amazing... turned out, the lady lived right up the street from her, and it wasn't that the lady didn't have anything better to do, she had a very full plate, with lots of responsability...
The small, brand new garden spade was still where she left it when she became crippled and could no longer garden. She waited out in the back hall, listening for a car to pull up. She heard two, and went outsie, holding the shovel.The lady was bundled p in a blue down jacket with the hood snugly around her face. The sun was so bright, she wore sn glasses... She handed the lady the little pointed spade, and they soon discovered the ground to be rock hard, as Mary teetered on the point of the spade trying to dig. She offered to bury Fluffy in her own yard where the ground was soft under a leaf pile. Lets pray, Debbie said, I really feel the need to watch over him, and have him here with me in my yard,...and so the three of them prayed together, and Mark found one very soft spot of dirt, just as they prayed... the only spot in the entire yard. He was able to dig a hole good and deep.
It was time to get Fluffy . She picked up his stiff little body and smoothed his fur for the last time, and wrapped him with care , in a towel, and plastic bag and brought him outside. She had said a private prayer of thanks and oodby, and now she was handing this precious bundle to Mary and Mark, and they placed him in the dirt, and they had a little service for her beloved pet who had been such good company all those years. She thanked God, and thanked Mary and Mark, who bothed hugged her. People she had never met in her life before, were hugging her, and she was usually very shy about that but she accepted their hugs, whole hearedly, and they said something that amazed and moved her, ... They said something like,.. Thank you for giving a chance to serve the Lord
and as they walked to their cars she called out, You really are just like Angels... and they called back, ... So are you........ and got in their cars and she heard them drive away..... all day she felt at peace and in awe,.. and the feeling continued for weeks.......
PS :....months, actually,.. becuase I am still in awe, and now it's summertime........Praise the Lord
a true story
She had always been shy and hesitant about coming right out and asking what she needed but she jst knew that that this time was different, so she dove right in and asked,''Do you have a husband or boyfriend that could help me did a hole in my backyard? My cat just died''.... She had tried to sound calm, but she was holding back tears and she wasn't sure what was coming across in her voice, perhaps, she sounded desparate, she had no idea.. all she knew was that she had cried out to God and just as she did, HE had answered her prayer !
The lady said her husband was at work, he might be leaving early, she would ask him and call her back. Wel, she did, and said, her husband had to work late, but she'd called her Cousin, and they could be there in 15 minutes.
My goodness, 15 minutes ! That seemed amazing... turned out, the lady lived right up the street from her, and it wasn't that the lady didn't have anything better to do, she had a very full plate, with lots of responsability...
The small, brand new garden spade was still where she left it when she became crippled and could no longer garden. She waited out in the back hall, listening for a car to pull up. She heard two, and went outsie, holding the shovel.The lady was bundled p in a blue down jacket with the hood snugly around her face. The sun was so bright, she wore sn glasses... She handed the lady the little pointed spade, and they soon discovered the ground to be rock hard, as Mary teetered on the point of the spade trying to dig. She offered to bury Fluffy in her own yard where the ground was soft under a leaf pile. Lets pray, Debbie said, I really feel the need to watch over him, and have him here with me in my yard,...and so the three of them prayed together, and Mark found one very soft spot of dirt, just as they prayed... the only spot in the entire yard. He was able to dig a hole good and deep.
It was time to get Fluffy . She picked up his stiff little body and smoothed his fur for the last time, and wrapped him with care , in a towel, and plastic bag and brought him outside. She had said a private prayer of thanks and oodby, and now she was handing this precious bundle to Mary and Mark, and they placed him in the dirt, and they had a little service for her beloved pet who had been such good company all those years. She thanked God, and thanked Mary and Mark, who bothed hugged her. People she had never met in her life before, were hugging her, and she was usually very shy about that but she accepted their hugs, whole hearedly, and they said something that amazed and moved her, ... They said something like,.. Thank you for giving a chance to serve the Lord
and as they walked to their cars she called out, You really are just like Angels... and they called back, ... So are you........ and got in their cars and she heard them drive away..... all day she felt at peace and in awe,.. and the feeling continued for weeks.......
PS :....months, actually,.. becuase I am still in awe, and now it's summertime........Praise the Lord
a true story
May 30th, 2012-
As a child, Memorial Day in the States, was ALWAYS May 30.... We had a combination birthday-picnic for my dad.It was in the back yard on Center Street, The Gannons, DeWolves, would visit, later on Toni Taj, visited when we knew her, my aunt from NYC would drive in,... to Connecticut.
going inside the house every 30 minutes to turn over the record album to gently replace the stylus on the grooves of Dizzy, Thelonious, Basie, Brubeck, on the Thorens turntable Dad built himself from a Heath Kit that I watched him put together.
Mom always made her favorite salads... Iceberg lettuce, Cucumber slices, Tomatoes sliced into quarters, , Lemon and Oil, Salt and Pepper, and a Macaroni Salad, with slices of carrot, and hard boiled eggs.
There was a large old Maple, and two Pines by the Swing Set,.. a Badminton Net was set up around the corner just past a large old wood and rope group of clothes drying lines that every year my mom would take her white lace wedding gown out of moth balls and air it out on, in the sunshine to keep it from yellowing.
The Badminton net got used a lot and every one had a good time. These were relatives and people my Dad worked with that had become as close as family. Some even became my God Parents.
During the year, we visited together every Sunday, and celebrated birthdays and holidays together.There were other times, spent with the DeWolfs on the Niantic River Bay, where I quietly wandered around, alone outside enjoying the natural beauty of the trees, birds, and shoreline, while my parents listened to music nearby, in the sunroom where they could see me.or with the Ganons in their backyard across the street from the Mystic River .
I realize now, what a blessing it is, to be able to have such a good memory to think about, ..... especially on a sad day, when I become self absorbed in my own adversity, and scold myself for it.
So I write, to comfort myself, and share my life with you, my dear friend.
My father passed away at a young age, from cancer,....so idylic moments like this were not common.
This Memorial Day weekend, amongst other activities, my mom and stepdad are eating at a Chinese Buffet for lunch, after spending the morning in their vegetable garden.
And , I forgot to write what I'm doing.
Well, I'm laying on my bed on a plastic mattress on a warm, humid, day,... because no matter how may times I put a sheet on it, it slides off,.. LOL.....
and I'm there because I'm pretty much bed bound, cause the wheel chair hurts too much, ...and .. when I go to stand it's like a slapstick comedy, my knees collapse.
No I cannot have surgery. My body is too fragile for it.
Please on't think or say I'm being negative, or lazy, or angry, or feeling sorry for myself, or being too much of anything that is considered a wrong way to be...that's not it all....
.and it might easy to jump to conclusions, or exxagerate the words or meaning, without ever meaning to.
Although I understand YOU would never ever be meaning to, my dearest friend.
The same words have different meanings for every one.
All I am doing is describing what I'm doin at the moment.
But I'm not alone. I am never alone.
So,.. that is the part of the story, I never include, .. never tell.
And I complete my train of thought with a quote from Bruce Lee...
“Defeat is a state of mind. No one is ever defeated until defeat has been accepted as reality. To me, defeat in anything is merely temporary, and its punishment is but an urge for me to greater effort to achieve my goal. Defeat simply tells me that something is wrong in my doing; it is a path leading to success and truth.”
~Bruce Lee (1940 – 1973),Chinese American actor, martial arts instructor, philosopher.
going inside the house every 30 minutes to turn over the record album to gently replace the stylus on the grooves of Dizzy, Thelonious, Basie, Brubeck, on the Thorens turntable Dad built himself from a Heath Kit that I watched him put together.
Mom always made her favorite salads... Iceberg lettuce, Cucumber slices, Tomatoes sliced into quarters, , Lemon and Oil, Salt and Pepper, and a Macaroni Salad, with slices of carrot, and hard boiled eggs.
There was a large old Maple, and two Pines by the Swing Set,.. a Badminton Net was set up around the corner just past a large old wood and rope group of clothes drying lines that every year my mom would take her white lace wedding gown out of moth balls and air it out on, in the sunshine to keep it from yellowing.
The Badminton net got used a lot and every one had a good time. These were relatives and people my Dad worked with that had become as close as family. Some even became my God Parents.
During the year, we visited together every Sunday, and celebrated birthdays and holidays together.There were other times, spent with the DeWolfs on the Niantic River Bay, where I quietly wandered around, alone outside enjoying the natural beauty of the trees, birds, and shoreline, while my parents listened to music nearby, in the sunroom where they could see me.or with the Ganons in their backyard across the street from the Mystic River .
I realize now, what a blessing it is, to be able to have such a good memory to think about, ..... especially on a sad day, when I become self absorbed in my own adversity, and scold myself for it.
So I write, to comfort myself, and share my life with you, my dear friend.
My father passed away at a young age, from cancer,....so idylic moments like this were not common.
This Memorial Day weekend, amongst other activities, my mom and stepdad are eating at a Chinese Buffet for lunch, after spending the morning in their vegetable garden.
And , I forgot to write what I'm doing.
Well, I'm laying on my bed on a plastic mattress on a warm, humid, day,... because no matter how may times I put a sheet on it, it slides off,.. LOL.....
and I'm there because I'm pretty much bed bound, cause the wheel chair hurts too much, ...and .. when I go to stand it's like a slapstick comedy, my knees collapse.
No I cannot have surgery. My body is too fragile for it.
Please on't think or say I'm being negative, or lazy, or angry, or feeling sorry for myself, or being too much of anything that is considered a wrong way to be...that's not it all....
.and it might easy to jump to conclusions, or exxagerate the words or meaning, without ever meaning to.
Although I understand YOU would never ever be meaning to, my dearest friend.
The same words have different meanings for every one.
All I am doing is describing what I'm doin at the moment.
But I'm not alone. I am never alone.
So,.. that is the part of the story, I never include, .. never tell.
And I complete my train of thought with a quote from Bruce Lee...
“Defeat is a state of mind. No one is ever defeated until defeat has been accepted as reality. To me, defeat in anything is merely temporary, and its punishment is but an urge for me to greater effort to achieve my goal. Defeat simply tells me that something is wrong in my doing; it is a path leading to success and truth.”
~Bruce Lee (1940 – 1973),Chinese American actor, martial arts instructor, philosopher.
Liebfraumilch
- For my 18th birthday, the legal drinking age at that time in my country, reflecting the military draft age,... in 1973, my father gave me a glass of Blue Nun Leibfraumilch...
..very tart and dry, and very low in alcohol, most likely why dad picked it.. - with seafood
It was the very first and very last glass of wine I ever had with my dad.
That summer I was away at college and did not know he had cancer.
By the next school year, I could tell, and the rides we took together back and forth to school
on weekends were treasured times ..the next summer he was too sick, and on August 27th he passed away, not making it to the end of the world series as he had hoped.
The night of my 18th birthday was special, it was the last time my mom and dad and I were together where my dad seemed well. They took me to the Seaman's Inn, at The Mystic Seaport, in Mystic, Connecticut.
So thankful for this dear memory.
The aniversary of my dad's birthday is tomorrow, May 30th
He was 48 when he passed away from cancer,
When he was a pilot in the USA Airforce, ciggaretts were handed out for free.....
Liebfraumilch
This lightly sweet German white wine is made from a blend that often includes Riesling, Silvaner or Müller-Thurgau grapes. Its quality varies greatly depending on the shipper. Liebfraumilch is German for "the milk of our Lady," and was so named because it originally came from the vineyards of a church of the same name, Liebfrauenkirche — "Church of our Lady. "
At the time of my 18th birthday,in 1973, it was made only from the actual district in Worms where the church was and was made of high quality grapes.given to the wine produced from the vineyards of the Liebfrauenkirche or Church of Our Lady in the Rhineland-Palatinate city ofWorms since the 18th century.with Spatlese or Auslese grapes
It became popular and more common, ten years later in 1984. and then declined in populaity and was sold to another company that changed it's name to Qualitätswein bestimmter Anbaugebiete (QbA), changing the grapes from Müller-Thurgau to 30% Riesling, and making it less sweet. It remains relatively low in alcohol at 9.5%.
That origal church yard wine of 1923 is no longer made and the name of Leibfraumilch.is now used as a generic term for lesser quality wines.
Thursday, October 9, 2014
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