Welcome Welcome! Hope you have as much fun here as we have been having. I am the State Admin. for Kansas. Plenty of available county sites. Alice Allen SA for Kansas CA for Bent, Otero & Teller Co's, Colorado CA for Union Co., Oregon CA for Clark Co., Washington On Mon, Oct 10, 2011 at 11:23 PM, Gail Kilgore <[email protected]> wrote: > We have two new members.. > > Mary Brown Olive who is volunteering to do transcribing and will also be > working with the cemeteries... > Fawn, I don't think I know your last name.  Fawn hasn't decided where she > wants to be yet, but where ever she decides to help out, it will be > appreciated. > > So, please welcome the new members. > > Jo, I didn't call Michael.  Do you want me to add him to the mail lists? > > Gail > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >

Welcome to the new members! I'm sure that you will enjoy it here as this is a great group of people to work with and much less stress than any where else. Jana Cortez Ohio SA (Counties available - hint, hint) One of the DA's and working on a whole lot of web sites. lol

Welcome to the new folk. And a poem sent to me by my oldest son. It is a touching poem some of you may have seen before. don I liked this poem. How are all of you doing? All my love From: don nuxall [mailto:[email protected]] Sent: Sunday, October 09, 2011 8:28 AM To: David Nuxall; David Andersen; Charlie Haney; CARMEN ZIMBRICK; Larry Haney; Maudeen Moore; [email protected]; Joe; Mike Makin; Mark Pollock; Judy Nuxall; sammie nuxall; Bobby Keyser; Rene Devlin; foster; Dave Kelly; j a; Janet Scoubes; John Hillock; Gary Shithead Subject: Fw: Fwd: Fw: LIFE'S POEM - Oh, so true ----- Forwarded Message ----- From: David Harper <[email protected]> To: Bobbie <[email protected]>; Bryan <[email protected]>; Bill <[email protected]>; Carolyn Bjur <[email protected]>; e <[email protected]>; Barry <[email protected]>; Dan <[email protected]>; Don <[email protected]>; Connie Dunham <[email protected]>; Earleen <[email protected]>; tommy l frazier <[email protected]>; Gary Hulse <[email protected]>; Larry Haney <[email protected]>; Ray Hickel <[email protected]>; Connie Hocker <[email protected]>; Judie Marshall <[email protected]>; Jo <[email protected]>; Janet <[email protected]>; Karen <[email protected]>; Todd Lindfors <[email protected]>; Brad Davis <[email protected]>; Morgan <[email protected]>; Mary Parrott <[email protected]>; sammie nuxall <[email protected]>; Neil <[email protected]>; Pam <[email protected]>; Richard <[email protected]>; Ron <[email protected]>; Toni Silva <[email protected]>; Steve Clark <[email protected]> Sent: Saturday, October 8, 2011 8:13 PM Subject: Fwd: Fw: LIFE'S POEM - Oh, so true Subject: Fw: LIFE'S POEM - Oh, so true This poem is particularly touching as we witness our own lives moving fast..... When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in GRASS VALLEY, CA. it was believed that he had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Missouri. The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem. And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet. Crabby Old Man... What do you see nurses? . . .. . . What do you see? What are you thinking . . . . . when you're looking at me? A crabby old man . . . . . not very wise, Uncertain of habit . . . . . with faraway eyes? Who dribbles his food . . . . . and makes no reply. When you say in a loud voice . . . . . 'I do wish you'd try!' Who seems not to notice .. . . . . the things that you do. And forever is losing . . . . . A sock or shoe? Who, resisting or not . . . . . lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding . . . . . The long day to fill? Is that what you're thinking? . . . . . Is that what you see? Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . you're not looking at me. I'll tell you who I am. . . . . . As I sit here so still, As I do at your bidding, . . . . . as I eat at your will. I'm a small child of Ten . . . . .. with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters . . . . . who love one another. A young boy of Sixteen . . . . with wings on his feet. Dreaming that soon now . . . . . a lover he'll meet. A groom soon at Twenty . . . . . my heart gives a leap. Remembering, the vows . . . . . that I promised to keep. At Twenty-Five, now . . . .. . I have young of my own. Who need me to guide . . . . . And a secure happy home. A man of Thirty . . . . . My young now grown fast, Bound to each other . . . . . With ties that should last. At Forty, my young sons . . .. . . have grown and are gone, But my woman's beside me . . . . . to see I don't mourn. At Fifty, once more, babies play 'round my knee, Again, we know children . . . . . My loved one and me. Dark days are upon me . . . . . my wife is now dead. I look at the future . . . . . shudder with dread. For my young are all rearing . . . . . young of their own. And I think of the years .. . . . . and the love that I've known. I'm now an old man . . . . .. and nature is cruel. Tis jest to make old age . . . . . look like a fool. The body, it crumbles . . . . . grace and vigor, depart. There is now a stone . . . . where I once had a heart. But inside this old carcass . . . . . a young guy still dwells, And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells. I remember the joys . . . . . I remember the pain. And I'm loving and living . . . . . life over again. I think of the years, all too few . . . . . gone too fast. And accept the stark fact . . . . that nothing can last. So open your eyes, people . . . . . open and see. Not a crabby old man . . . . Look closer . .. . see ME!! Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too! PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart ----- Original Message ----- From: "Jan Cortez" <[email protected]> To: [email protected] Sent: Tuesday, October 11, 2011 9:43:35 AM Subject: [TTTP] New Members Welcome to the new members! I'm sure that you will enjoy it here as this is a great group of people to work with and much less stress than any where else. Jana Cortez Ohio SA (Counties available - hint, hint) One of the DA's and working on a whole lot of web sites. lol ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message