> Subject: forgive your enemies > > The preacher, in his Sunday sermon, used "Forgive Your Enemies" as > his subject. After a long sermon, he asked how many were willing to > forgive their enemies. > > About half held up their hands. > > Not satisfied he harangued for another twenty minutes and repeated > his question. > > This time he received a response of about 80 percent. > > Still unsatisfied, he lectured for another 15 minutes and repeated > his question. > > With all thoughts now on Sunday dinner, all responded except one > elderly lady in the rear. > > "Mrs. Jones, are you not willing to forgive your enemies?" > > "I don't have any." > > "Mrs. Jones, that is very unusual. How old are you?" > > "Ninety three." > > "Mrs. Jones, please come down in front and tell the congregation how > a person can live to be ninety-three, and not have an enemy in the > world." > > The little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle, very slowly > .·:*´¨`*:·..·:*´¨`*:·. *: * Richiele * * *·. .·* `*·-:¦:-*´ ³´`*:»§«:*´`³

The Red Sweater By Stella Shepard Time didn't ease the pain of losing my mother. Each day brought new sorrow since her death over a year ago; often I found myself fighting back unexpected tears. Mom died just before the Christmas season the year before, after a short battle with cancer. At the age of seventy-two, she had been well prepared for her death, but I was not. All her life, Mom was there for me; although now a grown woman, I still needed my senior parent for advice and comfort. We were the best of friends, and over the years shared, laughed, and cried together. I often found myself wearing her red sweater, holding it to my cheeks, drinking in its aroma. It had been Mom's favourite and it was worn from years of use. I claimed the sweater after her death. That sweater held so many memories, and now I drew comfort from them. Mom came from West Arichat, a tiny Acadian fishing village on Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia. Of both French and Indian background, she had a gentle, soft touch. To cope with my grief, I began imagining my aged parent reaching out to comfort me. Her tanned hands worn and shriveled from age and work, had cradled babies, cared for a large family and brought life to plants and flowers. I would imagine her wearing the red sweater, her hand reaching out and covering mine, and then she would whisper a memory in my ear. I'd smile, remembering. Mom lost both her cultures when she married my father, a white man, and moved from her island to live on his. When she arrived in isolated Rural Cardigan on Prince Edward Island at the age of eighteen, she began to learn English. Sadly, both her French and Native tongue of the Chinook people began to fade away. One of my favourite memories is the Native pow-wows we attended on Panmure Island. Part of PEI, it is an old Mi'kmaq gathering place, and First Nation people from all over North America traveled there to participate. It was an opportunity for Mom to mingle with the First Nation people, wear her native shirt, dance in the sacred circle and socialize. She loved going to those pow-wows and proudly identified her ancient roots that were silenced for so many years. I remember her telling an elder once, "I'm Indian too." Although she had moved into the white mans' world when she married, she never lost her Chinook heritage of strong native spirituality, deep respect for the land, or her love for the outdoors, all of which she passed on to me and my eight brothers and sisters. The last pow-wow we attended a few months before she became ill, I heard the Great Spirit whisper in my ear that it would be the last time we would travel to the pow-wows together. It was. Now, her image travels with me in the car or visits when I feel grief and pain. She always wears the red sweater and for an instant, our hands join. Death has not separated us. Sometimes the momentary images are so strong, I find myself reaching out my hand to her imaginary one. It is as if she is always there, always with me, watching over me. One day, I sat waiting for my turn to have my hair done in the beauty parlour. I was exhausted from working, and I became frustrated with the wait. Then I noticed a small child watching me. She and her mom were holding hands while they stood at the counter. They moved to the area where I was sitting, so I moved over one chair, to allow them room to sit down. The little girl looked around and said to me, "Where did the woman go that was sitting beside you?" Surprised at her question, because no one had been sitting next to me, I inquired whom she was asking about. "The woman wearing the red sweater," she quipped. "She was holding your hand, just like my mommy and me." My fatigue and frustration were suddenly gone as a warm glow washed over me. Smiling, I realized my mom never left me; that she really is only a shadow away. .·:*´¨`*:·..·:*´¨`*:·. *: * Richiele * * *·. .·* `*·-:¦:-*´ ³´`*:»§«:*´`³

THIS HALLOWED LAND As I composed this verse, tears melded with the words, as I remembered those friends and acquaintances whose lives were taken. With the utmost gratitude and honor, I offer my deepest respect to those brave young men and women who gave their last full measure, and to those who endured enormous physical and mental hardships in the defense of our homeland. It has been said that only the good die young. Most did not want to die, they just wanted to get back home and live the life that most of us enjoy. They just wanted to be near their loved ones, grow up, marry and raise their children. They just wanted a house, a car, some conveniences, to live in the suburbs, and take photographs on a Sunday afternoon. They just wanted to teach their sons to play baseball, ride a horse, and throw a football. They did not want to point a gun at another human, nor take the lives of other individuals. Their lives were snuffed out so very young, but they did want to do whatever they could, or whatever was necessary, to permit others like you and me to enjoy this hallowed land. MEMORIAL DAY The Day of Infamy, sixty years ago this year Somehow, the memory is ever so clear. It was in a harbor, the name of Pearl, An American Flag remained unfurled. It was a morn of sunshine clear, The birds could be heard in every ear. A thunderous roar came out of the West, The direction of the sweet robin's nest. A soldier's thoughts were that of home, For now he seemed to be so very alone. The bombs came, they rained their hell! Soldiers, flyers, sailors, and people fell. A bomb fell so very close by, A soldier was heaved high into the sky. Those last few moments of his life, He dreamed of a world without strife. He longed for the folks back home, A girlfriend not, for he was alone. His thoughts were of Mom and Dad As the life from this young man bled. And now once a year in this month of May, >From his grave, this soldier has his say. Remember me, and my comrades at arms, Bless those that keep this country from harm. -- Grady Fuller .·:*´¨`*:·..·:*´¨`*:·. *: * Richiele * * *·. .·* `*·-:¦:-*´ ³´`*:»§«:*´`³

it happens sweetie no problem Ele > > With all of the other "garbage posts" (spam) I receive, one accidental one > is not even noticeable <g> > > .·:*´¨`*:·..·:*´¨`*:·. *: * Richiele * * *·. .·* `*·-:¦:-*´ ³´`*:»§«:*´`³

With all of the other "garbage posts" (spam) I receive, one accidental one is not even noticeable <g> David ----Original Message Follows---- From: Pat Childs <pchilds@concentric.net> Reply-To: FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com To: FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com Subject: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] SORRY! Date: Wed, 22 May 2002 07:53:28 -0700 I apologize for the garbage post. I only intended to send the URL!!! Pat Las Vegas <clip> _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx

An American is me =) > > WHAT IS AN AMERICAN? > > The following was said to be written by a dentist in > Australia. > > "You probably missed it in the rush of news last week, > but there was actually a report that someone in Pakistan > had published in a newspaper an offer of a reward to > anyone who killed an American, any American. > > So I just thought I would write to let them know what an > American is, so they would know when they found one. > > An American is English, French, Italian, Irish, German, > Spanish, Polish, Russian or Greek. An American may also > be Mexican, African, Indian, Chinese,Japanese, > Australian, Iranian, Asian, Arab, Pakistani, or Afghan. > An American may also be a Cherokee, Osage, Blackfoot, > Navaho, Apache, or one of the many other tribes known as > native Americans. > > An American is Christian, or he could be Jewish, > Buddhist, or Muslim. In fact, there are more Muslims in > America than in Afghanistan. The only difference is that > in America they are free to worship as each of them > chooses. > > An American is also free to believe in no religion. For > that he will answer only to God, not to the government, > or to armed thugs claiming to speak for the government > and for God. > > An American is from the most prosperous land in the > history of the world. > > The root of that prosperity can be found in the > Declaration of Independence, which recognizes the God > given right of each man and woman to the pursuit of > happiness. > > An American is generous. Americans have helped out just > about every other nation in the world in their time of > need. > > When Afghanistan was overrun by the Soviet army 20 years > ago, Americans came with arms and supplies to enable the > people to win back their country. > > As of the morning of September 11, Americans had given > more than any other nation to the poor in Afghanistan. > > The best products, the best books, the best music, the > best food, the best athletes. > > Americans welcome the best, but they also welcome the > least. The national symbol of America welcomes your > tired and your poor, the wretched refuse of your teeming > shores, the homeless, tempest tossed. These in fact are > the people who built America. Some of them were working > in the Twin Towers in the morning of September 11, > earning a better life for their families. > > I've been told that the people in the Towers were from > at least 30, and maybe many more, other countries, > cultures, and first languages, including those that > aided and abetted the terrorists. > > So you can try to kill an American if you must. Hitler > did. So did General Tojo, and Stalin, and Mao Tse-Tung, > and every bloodthirsty tyrant in the history of the > world. But, in doing so you would just be killing > yourself. Because Americans are not a particular people > from a particular place. > > They are the bodiment of the human spirit of freedom. > > Everyone who holds to that spirit, everywhere, is an > American. > > So look around you. You may find more Americans in your > land than you thought were there. > > One day they will rise up and overthrow the old, > ignorant, tired tyrants that trouble too many lands. > > Then those lands, too, will join the community of free > and prosperous nations. > > And America will welcome them! > .·:*´¨`*:·..·:*´¨`*:·. *: * Richiele * * *·. .·* `*·-:¦:-*´ ³´`*:»§«:*´`³

<snitched from a friend> :-) These are the actual songs, not midi files. You will need a media player that plays RA/ RAM files to listen. (real player or such) kath PS sometimes when a link to a media site is sent, there is congestion when we all try to see it. If that should happen, maybe try again a little later. http://www.wtv-zone.com/Joe2/Oldies/OldiesPage In The Still Of The Night I'm Walkin Memories Are Made Of This Save The Last Dance For Me Only The Lonely This Magic Moment Venus Hold Me Thrill Me Kiss Me Sherry Secret Agent Man Stay Twilight Time There Goes My Baby Young Love Runaround Sue At The Hop I'm Ready It's So Easy Only You Till I Kissed You Love Potion # 9 Only Love Can Break A Heart The Great Pretender Blueberry Hill Goodnight My Love Great Balls Of Fire I Only Want To Be With You Under The Boardwalk Stand By Me Smoke Gets In Your Eyes Chances Are Up Up And Away (In My Beautiful Balloon) Dont Let Me Be Misunderstood Love Of My Life Locomotion Wake Up Little Susie You'll Never Find All I Have To Do Is Dream Aquarius Lady Wilpower Be My Baby Rhythm Of The Falling Rain Sixteen Candles Love Is The Answer The Lion Sleeps Tonight Ode To Billy Joe Please Love Me Forever Whole Lotta Shakin Goin On This Diamond Ring Tossin And Turnin What A Wonderful World Time Of The Season World Without Love Dancing In The Moonlight Elenore Green Onions Young Girl Mony Mony The Little Old Lady From Pasadena Mr Tambourine Man Something Tells Me Im Into Something Good Donna Splish Splash Runaway Sometimes When We Touch Are You Lonesome Tonight Precious And Few Monday Monday Sugar Sugar Happy Together The Candy Man I'll Be Seeing You Surf City Duke Of Earl The Times They Are A Changin Turn Turn Turn Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy Diana Everybody Plays The Fool Blue Velvet One Fine Day Poetry In Motion Johnny B Goode Since I Met You Baby What Becomes Of The Broken Hearted Dream Lover Hurts So Bad I'm Leaving It All Up To You Do You Believe In Magic Why Do Fools Fall In Love Dont Give Up On Us Baby Get Together Take Good Care Of My Baby My Boyfriend's Back Judy In Disguise (With Glasses) Unchained Melody Heard It Through The Grapevine In The Year 2525 You Send Me ............. and More Oldies

Not to worry Pat. The Rootsweb filters must have caught it, because it never came through, and evn if it had, still nothing to fret about. {{{{{{{{Pat}}}}}}}}} I'm curious though, what was the URL~? <G> :-) HUGS, kath I apologize for the garbage post. I only intended to send the URL!!! Pat Las Vegas

I apologize for the garbage post. I only intended to send the URL!!! Pat Las Vegas

http://www.americaslibrary.gov/cgi-bin/page.cgi Discover the stories of America's past . . . Meet Amazing Americans Jump Back In Time Explore the States Join America at Play See, Hear and Sing kath

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We subscribed to these when I homeschooled the kids. (I enjoyed them too) :-) A (conservative) Christian perspective. HUGS, kath http://www.gwnews.com/gwnews/new/default.asp

Like nutritous food, but wanna have fun with it? Cece http://216.247.63.129/stories/snack_flipflops.htm

Last week, here in Las Vegas, five totally sober teen girls were in a horrendous wreck. They were going 60 mph in a 45 mph zone rushing back to school on lunch hour. There was a curve max 45 mph. She did not slow, nor was she licensed, or experienced. However, her father did allow her to drive whenever she wished. The car spun and was sheared totally in half by a pole. Front seat passenger was killed outright. The driver was on life support for 3 days, then died. One girl lost a leg besides other critical injuries. The last two have broken arms, legs, and pelvises. They were 15 to 17. They were not druggies. Just lovely, typical girls. One would have graduated soon, the other hoped to become a model. Their services were yesterday. There is a reason insurance rates are high for kids. They have no practical experience and don't use their heads. Drinking makes it just that much more horrifying. If you can't reason with the drunk (and you can't) take their keys. Pat, grateful recovering alcoholic Las Vegas

I ordered two Mary and sent it on to Rachel and Shelly. Received my little bottle of Nakano rice vinegar Saturday. Rachel tried to make off with it. LOL She "shops" here. :-) love ya, kath Thanks Kath! Requested a kit for me and also one for Mikey's Gram. Bet he'll like them. Munchkin - Free WrapWitch Wrapper Kit (USA) - You love wrap sandwiches in restaurants and at your favorite deli - now Hellmann's® makes them fun and easy to make at home. There's no fuss and no mess when you use their great New Hellmann's® WrapWichT wrappers. Visit their website to learn more about this product and get a free sample kit. This offer is valid for US residents only. http://www.totallyfreestuff.com/index.asp?ID=2823&tfsnews=yes

MIXED VEGETABLE CASSEROLE Yield: 10 Servings Source: 5 a Day For Better Health INGREDIENTS - 1 (10 ozs.) package frozen lima beans, thawed - 1 (10 ozs.) package frozen cauliflower, thawed - 1 (10 ozs.) package frozen peas, thawed - 1 (10 ozs.) package frozen cut green beans, thawed - 1 (8 ozs.) package frozen whole mushrooms, thawed - 1/4 cup butter, unsalted - 1/2 cup all purpose flour - 1 tsp. dry mustard - 2 cups skim milk - 2 cups light & fat-free chicken broth - 2 tbsps. prepared horseradish - 1/8 tsp. Tabasco - 2 cups breadcrumbs DIRECTIONS Cook vegetables per package directions. Drain and place in shallow casserole. In saucepan, over low heat, melt butter. Add flour and dry mustard. Slowly stir in milk and chicken broth. Cook, stirring often, until smooth and thickened. Stir in horseradish and Tabasco. Pour evenly over vegetables. Top with breadcrumbs. Bake at 400F for 20 minutes or until breadcrumbs are golden brown. Nutritional Information Per Serving: 243 calories; 23% percent calories from fat; 6.4g total fat; 10.3g protein; 36.8g carbohydrates; 5.5g dietary fiber; 356mg sodium; 13mg cholesterol

A man was out in his back yard trying to fly a kite. He would throw the kite up into the air, the wind would catch it, it would spin around for a few seconds and then it would come crashing back down. He tried this over and over, several times. All the while his wife was watching from her kitchen window. Muttering to herself how men need guidance in everything, she opened the window and yelled, "You need more tail," The man turned to her and said, "well, make up your mind! Last night you told me to go fly a kite!"

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Highway to the Sun Traveling I-75 from industrial parks to the grasslands In the twilight of a rainy evening, Sault Ste. Marie, Mich., gives visitors a chill. Yellow lights try to break through the gloom, but the mist mutes them, as if the weather is determined to dampen spirits. On the Canadian side of the St. Mary's River, smoke stacks puff endlessly. Towers of steel and concrete rise along the waterfront, turning river banks into industrial parks. On the American side, rain slicks quiet downtown streets and store windows invite pedestrians inside, into their warmth. Cars line up at the border in the shadow of the 2.8-mile International Bridge. Flags of both nations flutter at the border midway across the span. This is where the road begins. Fast forward 1,775 miles south to a dramatically different landscape. Through the Everglades travelers go, a blazing sun warms dashboards and faces. Hawks circle overhead. Egrets perch on trees. Alligators sun themselves beside canals. Grasslands stretch to the horizon, devoid of human life. From this wilderness, buildings and highway mazes appear on the horizon. A few miles away, but still out of sight, Miami beckons with its perpetual sunshine and upbeat Latin music. This is where the road ends. In between lie sprawling cities and quiet farmland, steep hills and prairie-like flatlands. Towns on technology's cutting edge and towns that eschew the commotion such gadgets bring. The communities are entirely disparate - except for one thing: They are sprinkled along Interstate 75. Communities depend on it. Yet sometimes their residents curse it. For 25 years now, the highway has connected residents of six states - Michigan, Ohio, Kentucky, Tennessee, Georgia and Florida. Some places have lived with it since the 1950s when Dwight D. Eisenhower envisioned the country's interstate system. Others, namely Florida, have lived with it for less than 20 years and still watch its influence shape it.

Frozen Flames retold by S. E. Schlosser One winter, shortly after Paul Bunyan dug Lake Michigan as a drinking hole for his blue ox, Babe, he decided to camp out in the Upper Peninsula. It was so cold in that there logging camp that one evening, the temperature dropped to 68 degrees below zero. Each degree in the camp thermometer measured sixteen inches long and the flames in the lanterns froze solid. No one, not even Paul Bunyan, could blow them out. The lumberjacks didn't want the bunkhouse lit at night, because they wouldn't get any sleep. So they put the lanterns way outside of camp where they wouldn't disturb anyone. But they forgot about the lanterns, so that when thaw came in the the early spring, the lanterns flared up again and set all of northern Michigan on fire! They had to wake Paul Bunyan up so he could stamp out the fire with his boots.