Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces up, snow is exhilarating; there is no such thing as bad weather just different kinds of good weather. -- John Ruskin
"When dealing with people, remember you are not dealing with creatures of logic, but with creatures of emotion, creatures bristling with prejudice, and motivated by pride and vanity
"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife." - Chapter 1, Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen
“You can never cross the ocean unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore.”- Christopher Columbus
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Love and Time
Inspirational love stories - Love and Time
Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Richness, can you take me with you?"Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you."Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. "Vanity, please help me!""I can't help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.Sadness was close by so Love asked, "Sadness, let me go with you.""Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her. Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come, Love, I will take you." It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Realizing how much was owed the elder, Love asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who Helped me?""It was Time," Knowledge answered."Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?"Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is."
Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Richness, can you take me with you?"Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you."Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. "Vanity, please help me!""I can't help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.Sadness was close by so Love asked, "Sadness, let me go with you.""Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her. Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come, Love, I will take you." It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Realizing how much was owed the elder, Love asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who Helped me?""It was Time," Knowledge answered."Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?"Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is."
The Law of the Garbage Truck !
One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us.
My taxi driver slammed on his breaks, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he was really friendly.
So I asked, 'Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!' This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, 'The Law of the Garbage Truck.'
He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you.
Don't take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home or on the streets.
The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so..... 'Love the people who treat you right.. Pray for the ones who don't.'
Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it.
Author unknown
One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us.
My taxi driver slammed on his breaks, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he was really friendly.
So I asked, 'Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!' This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, 'The Law of the Garbage Truck.'
He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you.
Don't take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home or on the streets.
The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so..... 'Love the people who treat you right.. Pray for the ones who don't.'
Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it.
Author unknown
THE DAM BEAVERS!
This is an actual letter sent to a man named Ryan DeVries by the Michigan Department of Environmental Quality, State of Michigan. This guy's response is hilarious, but read the State's letter before you get to the response letter. SUBJECT: DEQ File No.97-59-0023; T11N; R10W, Sec. 20; Montcalm County Dear Mr. DeVries: It has come to the attention of the Department of Environmental Quality that there has been recent unauthorized activity on the above referenced parcel of property. You have been certified as the legal landowner and/ or contractor who did the following unauthorized activity: Construction and maintenance of two wood debris dams across the outlet stream of Spring Pond. A permit must be issued prior to the start of this type of activity. A review of the Department's files shows that no permits have been issued. Therefore, the Department has determined that this activity is in violation of Part 301, Inland Lakes and Streams, of the Natural Resource and Environmental Protection Act, Act 451 of the Public Acts of 1994, being sections 324.30101 to 324.30113 of the Michigan Compiled Laws, annotated. The Department has been informed that one or both of the dams partially failed during a recent rain event, causing debris and flooding at downstream locations. We find that dams of this nature are inherently hazardous and cannot be permitted. The Department therefore orders you to cease and desist all activities at this location, and to restore the stream to a free-flow condition by removing all wood and brush forming the dams from the stream channel. All restoration work shall be completed no later than January 31, 2003. Please notify this office when the restoration has been completed so that a follow-up site inspection may be scheduled by our staff. Failure to comply with this request or any further unauthorized activity on the site may result in this case being referred for elevated enforcement action. We anticipate and would appreciate your full cooperation in this matter. Please feel free to contact me at this office if you have any questions. Sincerely, David L. Price District Representative Land and Water Management Division
** This is the actual response sent back: ** Dear Mr. Price, Re: DEQ File No. 97-59-0023; T11N; R10W, Sec. 20; Montcalm County. Your certified letter dated 12/17/02 has been handed to me to respond to. I am the legal landowner but not the Contractor at 2088 Dagget, Pierson, Michigan. A couple of beavers are in the (State unauthorized) process of constructing and maintaining two wood "debris" dams across the outlet stream of my Spring Pond. While I did not pay for, authorize, nor supervise their dam project, I think they would be highly offended that you call their skillful use of natures building materials "debris." I would like to challenge your department to attempt to emulate their dam project any time and/or any place you choose. I believe I can safely state there is no way you could ever match their dam skills, their dam resourcefulness, their dam ingenuity, their dam persistence, their dam determination and/or their dam work ethic. As to your request, I do not think the beavers are aware that they must first fill out a dam permit prior to the start of this type of dam activity. My first dam question to you is: (1) Are you trying to discriminate against my Spring Pond Beavers or (2) do you require all beavers throughout this State to conform to said dam request? If you are not discriminating against these particular beavers, through the Freedom of Information Act, I reque st completed copies of all those other applicable beaver dam permits that have been issued. Perhaps we will see if there really is a dam violation of Part 301, Inland Lakes and Streams, of the Natural Resource and Environmental Protection Act, Act 451 of the Public Acts of 1994, being sections 324.30101 to 324.30113 of the Michigan Compiled Laws, annotated. I have several concerns. My first concern is -- aren't the beavers entitled to legal representation? The Spring Pond Beavers are financially destitute and are unable to pay for said representation - so the State will have to provide them with a dam lawyer. The Department's dam concern that either one or both of the dams failed during a recent rain event causing flooding is proof that this is a natural occurrence, which the Department is required to protect. In other words, we should leave the Spring Pond Beavers alone rather than harassing them and calling their dam names. If you want the stream "restored" to a dam free-flow condition please contact the beavers -- but if you are going to arrest them, they obviously did not pay any attention to your dam letter--they being unable to read English. In my humble opinion, the Spring Pond Beavers have a right to build their unauthorized dams as long as the sky is blue, the grass is green and water flows downstream. They have more dam rights than I do to live and enjoy Spring Pond. If the Department of Natural Resources and Environmental Protection lives up to its name, it should protect the natural resources (Beavers) and the environment (Beavers' Dams). So, as far as the beavers and I are concerned, this dam case can be referred for more elevated enforcement action right now. Why wait until 1/31/2003? The Spring Pond Beavers may be under the dam ice then and there will be no way for you or your dam staff to contact/harass them then. In conclusion, I would l like to bring to your attention to a real environmental quality (health) problem in the area. It is the bears! Bears are actually defecating in our woods. I definitely believe you should be persecuting the defecating bears and leave the beavers alone. If you are going to investigate the beaver dam, watch your step! (The bears are not careful where they dump!) Being unable to comply with your dam request, and being unable to contact you on your dam answering machine, I am sending this response to your dam office. THANK YOU RYAN DEVRIES + THE DAM BEAVERS Author unknown
This is an actual letter sent to a man named Ryan DeVries by the Michigan Department of Environmental Quality, State of Michigan. This guy's response is hilarious, but read the State's letter before you get to the response letter. SUBJECT: DEQ File No.97-59-0023; T11N; R10W, Sec. 20; Montcalm County Dear Mr. DeVries: It has come to the attention of the Department of Environmental Quality that there has been recent unauthorized activity on the above referenced parcel of property. You have been certified as the legal landowner and/ or contractor who did the following unauthorized activity: Construction and maintenance of two wood debris dams across the outlet stream of Spring Pond. A permit must be issued prior to the start of this type of activity. A review of the Department's files shows that no permits have been issued. Therefore, the Department has determined that this activity is in violation of Part 301, Inland Lakes and Streams, of the Natural Resource and Environmental Protection Act, Act 451 of the Public Acts of 1994, being sections 324.30101 to 324.30113 of the Michigan Compiled Laws, annotated. The Department has been informed that one or both of the dams partially failed during a recent rain event, causing debris and flooding at downstream locations. We find that dams of this nature are inherently hazardous and cannot be permitted. The Department therefore orders you to cease and desist all activities at this location, and to restore the stream to a free-flow condition by removing all wood and brush forming the dams from the stream channel. All restoration work shall be completed no later than January 31, 2003. Please notify this office when the restoration has been completed so that a follow-up site inspection may be scheduled by our staff. Failure to comply with this request or any further unauthorized activity on the site may result in this case being referred for elevated enforcement action. We anticipate and would appreciate your full cooperation in this matter. Please feel free to contact me at this office if you have any questions. Sincerely, David L. Price District Representative Land and Water Management Division
** This is the actual response sent back: ** Dear Mr. Price, Re: DEQ File No. 97-59-0023; T11N; R10W, Sec. 20; Montcalm County. Your certified letter dated 12/17/02 has been handed to me to respond to. I am the legal landowner but not the Contractor at 2088 Dagget, Pierson, Michigan. A couple of beavers are in the (State unauthorized) process of constructing and maintaining two wood "debris" dams across the outlet stream of my Spring Pond. While I did not pay for, authorize, nor supervise their dam project, I think they would be highly offended that you call their skillful use of natures building materials "debris." I would like to challenge your department to attempt to emulate their dam project any time and/or any place you choose. I believe I can safely state there is no way you could ever match their dam skills, their dam resourcefulness, their dam ingenuity, their dam persistence, their dam determination and/or their dam work ethic. As to your request, I do not think the beavers are aware that they must first fill out a dam permit prior to the start of this type of dam activity. My first dam question to you is: (1) Are you trying to discriminate against my Spring Pond Beavers or (2) do you require all beavers throughout this State to conform to said dam request? If you are not discriminating against these particular beavers, through the Freedom of Information Act, I reque st completed copies of all those other applicable beaver dam permits that have been issued. Perhaps we will see if there really is a dam violation of Part 301, Inland Lakes and Streams, of the Natural Resource and Environmental Protection Act, Act 451 of the Public Acts of 1994, being sections 324.30101 to 324.30113 of the Michigan Compiled Laws, annotated. I have several concerns. My first concern is -- aren't the beavers entitled to legal representation? The Spring Pond Beavers are financially destitute and are unable to pay for said representation - so the State will have to provide them with a dam lawyer. The Department's dam concern that either one or both of the dams failed during a recent rain event causing flooding is proof that this is a natural occurrence, which the Department is required to protect. In other words, we should leave the Spring Pond Beavers alone rather than harassing them and calling their dam names. If you want the stream "restored" to a dam free-flow condition please contact the beavers -- but if you are going to arrest them, they obviously did not pay any attention to your dam letter--they being unable to read English. In my humble opinion, the Spring Pond Beavers have a right to build their unauthorized dams as long as the sky is blue, the grass is green and water flows downstream. They have more dam rights than I do to live and enjoy Spring Pond. If the Department of Natural Resources and Environmental Protection lives up to its name, it should protect the natural resources (Beavers) and the environment (Beavers' Dams). So, as far as the beavers and I are concerned, this dam case can be referred for more elevated enforcement action right now. Why wait until 1/31/2003? The Spring Pond Beavers may be under the dam ice then and there will be no way for you or your dam staff to contact/harass them then. In conclusion, I would l like to bring to your attention to a real environmental quality (health) problem in the area. It is the bears! Bears are actually defecating in our woods. I definitely believe you should be persecuting the defecating bears and leave the beavers alone. If you are going to investigate the beaver dam, watch your step! (The bears are not careful where they dump!) Being unable to comply with your dam request, and being unable to contact you on your dam answering machine, I am sending this response to your dam office. THANK YOU RYAN DEVRIES + THE DAM BEAVERS Author unknown
Slow Dance
S L O W D A N C E
Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain Slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight? Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last.
Do you run through each day On the fly? When you ask "How are you?" Do you hear the reply? When the day is done Do you lie in your bed With the next hundred chores Running through your head?
You'd better slow down Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last.
Ever told your child, We'll do it tomorrow? And in your haste, Not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch, Let a good friendship die Cause you never had time To call and say "Hi"?
You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere You miss half the fun of getting there. When you worry and hurry through your day, It is like an unopened gift.... Thrown away. Life is not a race. Do take it slower Hear the music Before the song is over.
Author unknown
Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain Slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight? Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last.
Do you run through each day On the fly? When you ask "How are you?" Do you hear the reply? When the day is done Do you lie in your bed With the next hundred chores Running through your head?
You'd better slow down Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last.
Ever told your child, We'll do it tomorrow? And in your haste, Not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch, Let a good friendship die Cause you never had time To call and say "Hi"?
You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere You miss half the fun of getting there. When you worry and hurry through your day, It is like an unopened gift.... Thrown away. Life is not a race. Do take it slower Hear the music Before the song is over.
Author unknown
1000 Marbles!
1000 Marbles !
The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it's the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it's the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable. A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the basement shack with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as a typical Saturday morning, turned into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time.
Let me tell you about it.
I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my ham radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net. Along the way, I came across an older sounding chap, with a tremendous signal and a golden voice. You know the kind, he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business. He was telling whoever he was talking with something about "a thousand marbles".
I was intrigued and stopped to listen to what he had to say. "Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you're busy with your job. I'm sure they pay you well but it's a shame you have to be away from home and your family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet. Too bad you missed your daughter's dance recital."
He continued, "let me tell you something Tom, something that has helped me keep a good perspective on my own priorities."
And that's when he began to explain his theory of a "thousand marbles."
"You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic. The average person lives about seventy-five years. I know, some live more and some live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years."
"Now then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3900 which is the number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire lifetime. Now stick with me Tom, I'm getting to the important part."
"It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all this in any detail", he went on, "and by that time I had lived through over twenty-eight hundred Saturdays. I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five, I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy."
"So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had. I ended up having to visit three toy stores to round-up 1000 marbles. I took them home and put them inside of a large, clear plastic container right here in the shack next to my gear."
"Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it away."
"I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on the really important things in life. There is nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight."
"Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign-off with you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast. This morning, I took the very last marble out of the container. I figure if I make it until next Saturday then I have been given a little extra time. And the one thing we can all use is a little more time."
"It was nice to meet you Tom, I hope you spend more time with your family, and I hope to meet you again here on the band. 73 Old Man, this is K9NZQ, clear and going QRT, good morning!"
You could have heard a pin drop on the band when this fellow signed off. I guess he gave us all a lot to think about.
I had planned to work on the antenna that morning, and then I was going to meet up with a few hams to work on the next club newsletter.
Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss. "C'mon honey, I'm taking you and the kids to breakfast."
"What brought this on?" she asked with a smile.
"Oh, nothing special, it's just been a long time since we spent a Saturday together with the kids. Hey, can we stop at a toy store while we're out? I need to buy some marbles."
Jeffrey Davis
The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it's the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it's the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable. A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the basement shack with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as a typical Saturday morning, turned into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time.
Let me tell you about it.
I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my ham radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net. Along the way, I came across an older sounding chap, with a tremendous signal and a golden voice. You know the kind, he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business. He was telling whoever he was talking with something about "a thousand marbles".
I was intrigued and stopped to listen to what he had to say. "Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you're busy with your job. I'm sure they pay you well but it's a shame you have to be away from home and your family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet. Too bad you missed your daughter's dance recital."
He continued, "let me tell you something Tom, something that has helped me keep a good perspective on my own priorities."
And that's when he began to explain his theory of a "thousand marbles."
"You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic. The average person lives about seventy-five years. I know, some live more and some live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years."
"Now then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3900 which is the number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire lifetime. Now stick with me Tom, I'm getting to the important part."
"It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all this in any detail", he went on, "and by that time I had lived through over twenty-eight hundred Saturdays. I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five, I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy."
"So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had. I ended up having to visit three toy stores to round-up 1000 marbles. I took them home and put them inside of a large, clear plastic container right here in the shack next to my gear."
"Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it away."
"I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on the really important things in life. There is nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight."
"Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign-off with you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast. This morning, I took the very last marble out of the container. I figure if I make it until next Saturday then I have been given a little extra time. And the one thing we can all use is a little more time."
"It was nice to meet you Tom, I hope you spend more time with your family, and I hope to meet you again here on the band. 73 Old Man, this is K9NZQ, clear and going QRT, good morning!"
You could have heard a pin drop on the band when this fellow signed off. I guess he gave us all a lot to think about.
I had planned to work on the antenna that morning, and then I was going to meet up with a few hams to work on the next club newsletter.
Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss. "C'mon honey, I'm taking you and the kids to breakfast."
"What brought this on?" she asked with a smile.
"Oh, nothing special, it's just been a long time since we spent a Saturday together with the kids. Hey, can we stop at a toy store while we're out? I need to buy some marbles."
Jeffrey Davis
The Wallet!!
The Wallet!
As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification so I could call the owner. But the wallet contained only three dollars and a crumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there for years.The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was the return address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find some clue. Then I saw the dateline--1924. The letter had been written almost sixty years ago.It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder blue stationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a "Dear John" letter that told the recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael, that the writer could not see him any more because her mother forbade it. Even so, she wrote that she would always love him.It was signed, Hannah.It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the name Michael, that the owner could be identified. Maybe if I called information, the operator could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope."Operator," I began, "this is an unusual request. I'm trying to find the owner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you can tell me if there is a phone number for an address that was on an envelope in the wallet?"She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a moment then said, "Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can't give you the number." She said, as a courtesy, she would call that number, explain my story and would ask them if they wanted her to connect me. I waited a few minutes and then she was back on the line. "I have a party who will speak with you."I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the name of Hannah. She gasped, "Oh! We bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!""Would you know where that family could be located now?" I asked."I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some years ago," the woman said. "Maybe if you got in touch with them they might be able to track down the daughter."She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number. They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a phone number for where they thought the daughter might be living.I thanked them and phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home.This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself. Why was I making such a big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and a letter that was almost 60 years old?Nevertheless, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was supposed to be living and the man who answered the phone told me, "Yes, Hannah is staying with us. "Even though it was already 9 p.m., I asked if I could come by to see her. "Well," he said hesitatingly, "if you want to take a chance, she might be in the day room watching television."I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home. The night nurse and a guard greeted me at the door. We went up to the third floor of the large building. In the day room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah.She was a sweet, silver-haired old timer with a warm smile and a twinkle in her eye.I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The second she saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on the left, she took a deep breath and said, "Young man, this letter was the last contact I ever had with Michael."She looked away for a moment deep in thought and then said Softly, "I loved him very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was too young. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor.""Yes," she continued. "Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. If you should find him, tell him I think of him often. And," she hesitated for a moment, almost biting her lip, "tell him I still love him. You know," she said smiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, "I never did marry. I guess no one ever matched up to Michael..."I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I took the elevator to the first floor and as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, "Was the old lady able to help you?"I told him she had given me a lead. "At least I have a last name. But I think I'll let it go for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to find the owner of this wallet."I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with red lacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, "Hey, wait a minute! That's Mr. Goldstein's wallet. I'd know it anywhere with that right red lacing. He's always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at least three times.""Who's Mr. Goldstein?" I asked as my hand began to shake."He's one of the old timers on the 8th floor. That's Mike Goldstein's wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks."I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse's office. I told her what the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on. I prayed that Mr. Goldstein would be up.On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, "I think he's still in the day room. He likes to read at night. He's a darling old man."We went to the only room that had any lights on and there was a man reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put his hand in his back pocket and said, "Oh, it is missing!""This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could be yours?"I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he smiled with relief and said, "Yes, that's it! It must have dropped out of my pocket this afternoon. I want to give you a reward.""No, thank you," I said. "But I have to tell you something. I read the letter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet."The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. "You read that letter?""Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is."He suddenly grew pale. "Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she was? Please, please tell me," he begged."She's fine...just as pretty as when you knew her." I said softly.The old man smiled with anticipation and asked, "Could you tell me where she is? I want to call her tomorrow." He grabbed my hand and said, "You know something, mister, I was so in love with that girl that when that letter came, my life literally ended. I never married. I guess I've always loved her. ""Mr. Goldstein," I said, "Come with me."We took the elevator down to the third floor. The hallways were darkened and only one or two little night-lights lit our way to the day room where Hannah was sitting alone watching the television. The nurse walked over to her."Hannah," she said softly, pointing to Michael, who was waiting with me in the doorway. "Do you know this man?"She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn't say a word. Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, "Hannah, it's Michael. Do you remember me?"She gasped, "Michael! I don't believe it! Michael! It's you! My Michael!" He walked slowly towards her and they embraced. The nurse and I left with tears streaming down our faces."See," I said. "See how the Good Lord works! If it's meant to be, it will be."About three weeks later I got a call at my office from the nursing home. "Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!"It was a beautiful wedding with all the people at the nursing home dressed up to join in the celebration. Hannah wore a light beige dress and looked beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. They made me their best man.The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to see a 76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom acting like two teenagers, you had to see this couple.A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted nearly 60 years.
Author Unknown
As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification so I could call the owner. But the wallet contained only three dollars and a crumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there for years.The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was the return address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find some clue. Then I saw the dateline--1924. The letter had been written almost sixty years ago.It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder blue stationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a "Dear John" letter that told the recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael, that the writer could not see him any more because her mother forbade it. Even so, she wrote that she would always love him.It was signed, Hannah.It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the name Michael, that the owner could be identified. Maybe if I called information, the operator could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope."Operator," I began, "this is an unusual request. I'm trying to find the owner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you can tell me if there is a phone number for an address that was on an envelope in the wallet?"She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a moment then said, "Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can't give you the number." She said, as a courtesy, she would call that number, explain my story and would ask them if they wanted her to connect me. I waited a few minutes and then she was back on the line. "I have a party who will speak with you."I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the name of Hannah. She gasped, "Oh! We bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!""Would you know where that family could be located now?" I asked."I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some years ago," the woman said. "Maybe if you got in touch with them they might be able to track down the daughter."She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number. They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a phone number for where they thought the daughter might be living.I thanked them and phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home.This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself. Why was I making such a big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and a letter that was almost 60 years old?Nevertheless, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was supposed to be living and the man who answered the phone told me, "Yes, Hannah is staying with us. "Even though it was already 9 p.m., I asked if I could come by to see her. "Well," he said hesitatingly, "if you want to take a chance, she might be in the day room watching television."I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home. The night nurse and a guard greeted me at the door. We went up to the third floor of the large building. In the day room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah.She was a sweet, silver-haired old timer with a warm smile and a twinkle in her eye.I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The second she saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on the left, she took a deep breath and said, "Young man, this letter was the last contact I ever had with Michael."She looked away for a moment deep in thought and then said Softly, "I loved him very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was too young. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor.""Yes," she continued. "Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. If you should find him, tell him I think of him often. And," she hesitated for a moment, almost biting her lip, "tell him I still love him. You know," she said smiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, "I never did marry. I guess no one ever matched up to Michael..."I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I took the elevator to the first floor and as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, "Was the old lady able to help you?"I told him she had given me a lead. "At least I have a last name. But I think I'll let it go for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to find the owner of this wallet."I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with red lacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, "Hey, wait a minute! That's Mr. Goldstein's wallet. I'd know it anywhere with that right red lacing. He's always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at least three times.""Who's Mr. Goldstein?" I asked as my hand began to shake."He's one of the old timers on the 8th floor. That's Mike Goldstein's wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks."I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse's office. I told her what the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on. I prayed that Mr. Goldstein would be up.On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, "I think he's still in the day room. He likes to read at night. He's a darling old man."We went to the only room that had any lights on and there was a man reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put his hand in his back pocket and said, "Oh, it is missing!""This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could be yours?"I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he smiled with relief and said, "Yes, that's it! It must have dropped out of my pocket this afternoon. I want to give you a reward.""No, thank you," I said. "But I have to tell you something. I read the letter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet."The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. "You read that letter?""Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is."He suddenly grew pale. "Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she was? Please, please tell me," he begged."She's fine...just as pretty as when you knew her." I said softly.The old man smiled with anticipation and asked, "Could you tell me where she is? I want to call her tomorrow." He grabbed my hand and said, "You know something, mister, I was so in love with that girl that when that letter came, my life literally ended. I never married. I guess I've always loved her. ""Mr. Goldstein," I said, "Come with me."We took the elevator down to the third floor. The hallways were darkened and only one or two little night-lights lit our way to the day room where Hannah was sitting alone watching the television. The nurse walked over to her."Hannah," she said softly, pointing to Michael, who was waiting with me in the doorway. "Do you know this man?"She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn't say a word. Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, "Hannah, it's Michael. Do you remember me?"She gasped, "Michael! I don't believe it! Michael! It's you! My Michael!" He walked slowly towards her and they embraced. The nurse and I left with tears streaming down our faces."See," I said. "See how the Good Lord works! If it's meant to be, it will be."About three weeks later I got a call at my office from the nursing home. "Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!"It was a beautiful wedding with all the people at the nursing home dressed up to join in the celebration. Hannah wore a light beige dress and looked beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. They made me their best man.The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to see a 76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom acting like two teenagers, you had to see this couple.A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted nearly 60 years.
Author Unknown
Friday, May 22, 2009
Quotes!!
Living on Earth is expensive, but it does include a free trip around the sun.
I can please only one person per day. Today is not your day and tomorrow isn't looking good either.
If you had three days to see, what would you choose to see in those days? Your answer to this question will teach you about what you truly love in your life.- Helen Keller
May the tree of life bring you its sweetest treasures – love, hope, and dreams come true.
I can please only one person per day. Today is not your day and tomorrow isn't looking good either.
If you had three days to see, what would you choose to see in those days? Your answer to this question will teach you about what you truly love in your life.- Helen Keller
May the tree of life bring you its sweetest treasures – love, hope, and dreams come true.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Some Sites!!
http://www.piffe.com A french site with lots of cool fun games, stories, puzzeles and MORE!
http://www.wwf.worldwildlife.org WWF is a conservation site keeping us all mindful of the protection of Planet Earth.
http://www.wwf.worldwildlife.org WWF is a conservation site keeping us all mindful of the protection of Planet Earth.
Nature!!
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside youAre not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,Must ask permission to know it and be known.The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,I have made this place around you,If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.No two trees are the same to Raven.No two branches are the same to Wren.If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knowsWhere you are. You must let it find you.- From the poem 'Lost' - David Wagoner
LESSONS FROM NATUREby Mahesh Jambunathan
I learnt from the sun That light has to be spread,The breeze taught meHow to be cool all the timeThe trees inspired me to be colossal in givingAs I discovered serenity from water And the vacuum made me understandHow to live with nothing aroundThe earth taught me how to nurtureThe very people who trampled itFire made me realize the importanceOf being pure and yet involvingI learnt from space the virtue of Being BIG and yet unassuming For nature had all virtues a man needs to learnIn all its elements
LESSONS FROM NATUREby Mahesh Jambunathan
I learnt from the sun That light has to be spread,The breeze taught meHow to be cool all the timeThe trees inspired me to be colossal in givingAs I discovered serenity from water And the vacuum made me understandHow to live with nothing aroundThe earth taught me how to nurtureThe very people who trampled itFire made me realize the importanceOf being pure and yet involvingI learnt from space the virtue of Being BIG and yet unassuming For nature had all virtues a man needs to learnIn all its elements
A few quotes!!
Psychiatrists say that 1 of 4 people are mentally ill. Check 3 friends. If they're okay, you're it.
Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been. -- Mark Twain
Start the day with a smile. After that you can be your nasty old self again.
Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been. -- Mark Twain
Start the day with a smile. After that you can be your nasty old self again.
Tea Dyeing
Boil 4 cups of water for each yard of fabric you want to dye. When water comes to a boil, add 2 tea bags for each cup of water. Allow tea to steep for about 5 minutes. Remove tea bags and soak your fabric in the pot of tea. Swish fabric around if you want to achieve even coloration, move it less often for a more mottled effect. Depeding on your tea and your fabric, you might need to soak for an hour or as long as overnight. Once fabric is slightly darker than you want, remove fabric and rinse under cool water. Color will be lost by doing this, but you can always resoak if you want to darken it. Now toss your fabric into the dryer and tumble dry on a high heat setting to set the color.
Dyeing Tips
* Tea dyeing works only with natural fibers--Cotton, silk, linen, and wool.
* It's a good idea to test a small piece of fabric first.
* Peppermint tea yields pale yellow.
* Orange spice tea yields beige-tan.
* Hibiscus tea yields pink.
* Orange pekoe tea yields orange.
* All tea-dyed fabrics will fade with time.
* If you don't like the color, wash your fabric out with bleach.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Montauk Monster Hoax or New Species
Go here to see the Montauk Monster on Long Island Beach in New York and Chime in with your guestimates as to what the heck it is. I think with all the toxic waste that is dumped in the rivers of NYC that flows down to the ocean is causing normal animals to become mutated. It could also be a new species we have never come upon. I mean with the rising tides and horrible storms off the coasts might be washing up specieses from the depths we have never seen before. We as humans spend so much time and resources to discover new places in space, that we have yet to even scratch the surface of our own planet. The planet we take for granted, Earth is a beautiful cornacopia of strange, beautiful, and awe inspiring things. We just need to take the time to discover them. So slow down in this fast paced world and look more closly at what we have. This Mantauk Monster might be just one of the new discovers to be made or it might be a hoax. I would like hear what others think.
Three Quotes of the day
Tell a man that the universe is made of 400 billion stars, and he'll believe you. Tell him that a bench has wet paint on it and he has to touch it.
The only way to live is to accept each minute as an unrepeatable miracle, which is exactly what it is: a miracle and unrepeatable. -- Margaret Storm Jameson
We tire of things quickly, for example:1st man on moon - everybody was involved in watching, most remember what the first man on the moon said: "A small step ... (complete for yourself)2nd man on moon - watched if you happened to be home3rd man on moon - had to hit a golf ball to get any attentionYes, we get tired of things accomplished by humankind quickly.But, how quickly do we get tired of:- a beautiful sunset - babbling brook- cry of a newborn babyWe never get tired of the things God has made. We were made to live forever, to fully explore God's creations.
The only way to live is to accept each minute as an unrepeatable miracle, which is exactly what it is: a miracle and unrepeatable. -- Margaret Storm Jameson
We tire of things quickly, for example:1st man on moon - everybody was involved in watching, most remember what the first man on the moon said: "A small step ... (complete for yourself)2nd man on moon - watched if you happened to be home3rd man on moon - had to hit a golf ball to get any attentionYes, we get tired of things accomplished by humankind quickly.But, how quickly do we get tired of:- a beautiful sunset - babbling brook- cry of a newborn babyWe never get tired of the things God has made. We were made to live forever, to fully explore God's creations.
Cancer
I just found out today that my mom Linda doesn't have Breast cancer. We were scared there for a moment but she has just gotten back from the doctor and it was nothing but some calcium deposits. We prayed and and Prayed to Jehovah and now it's all fine.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Quote of the day
When someone annoys you, it takes 42 muscles to frown, but it only takes 4 muscles to extend your arm and whack them in the head.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Hey Lorinda
Hey siss if you are seeing this than you got my e-mail and reached my blog what u think leave a comment.
Book Worms Book List
Here are some books I have read.
1. John F. Kennedy Jr. Book- Author Unknown -
2. Same Stuff as Stars- Katherine Paterson-
3. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban-J.K Rowlings-
4. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire- J.K Rowlings-
5. The Thorn Ogres of Hagwood Bk 1- Robert Jarvis-
6. Better Known as Johnny Apple seed –Mabe hmt-
7. Ruby Holler-Sharon Creech-
8. Ella Enchanted-Gail Carson Levine-
9. Searching For Dragons-Patricia C. Wrede-
10. Calling on Dragons-Patricia C. Wrede-
11. Talking to Dragons-Patricia C. Wrede-
12. Dealing With Dragons-Patricia C. Wrede-
13. The Light keepers Daughter-Lain Lawrence-
14. Snow White and Rose Red- Patricia C. Wrede-
15. Eragon-Christopher Paolini-
16. Wind in the Stone-Andre Norton-
17. The Monsters Legacy-Andre Norton-
18. Scent of Magic-Andre Norton-
19. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix- J.K Rowlings-
20. Sahara-Clive Cussler-
21. The Spirit Window-Joyce Sweeney -
22. Dragon Rider- Cornelia Funke-
23. Lord of the Far Island-Victoria Holt-
24. Complete Sherlock Holmes and Other short stories –Sir Arthur Conan Doyle-
25. Backwater-Joan Bauer-
26. Mossflower-Brian Jacques-
27. To Kill a Mocking Bird-Harper Lee-
28. The Fifth Ring-Mitchell Graham-
29. The Emerald Cavern-Mitchell Graham-
30. The Ancient Legacy-Mitchell Graham-
31. The Landower Legacy-Victoria Holt-
32. The King of the Castle-Victoria Holt-
33. The Pride of the Peacock-Victoria Holt-
34. The Time of the Hunters Moon-Victoria Holt-
35. The Road to Paradise Island-Victoria Holt-
36. The Lost Island-Phyllis A. Whitney-
37. The Black Opal-Victoria Holt-
38. Mask of the Enchantress (left off at chapter grumbling giant)- Victoria Holt-
39. Captain Cook-Alastair Miclean-
40. Dance with Me-Luanne Rice-
41. Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince-J.K Rowlings-
42. Foxglove Summer-Naidra Grey-
43. On Fortunes Wheel-Cynthia Voigt-
44. The Secret Woman-Victoria Holt-
45. Bride of Pendorric-Victoria Holt -
46. The Spice Box- Lou Jane Temple-
47. Seven for a Secret-Victoria Holt-
48. A Week in Winter-Marcia Willett-
49. Shadow of the Lynx-Victoria Holt-
50. Menfreya in the Morning-Victoria Holt-
51. Chamomile Mourning-Laura Childs-
52. The Devil on Horseback-Victoria Holt-
53. The Judas Kiss-Victoria Holt-
54. Jane Eyre-Charlotte Bronte -
55. Frankenstein-Mary Shelley -
56. Cry, The Beloved Country- Alan Paton-
57. The India Fan-Victoria Holt-
58. Native Son-Richard Wright -
59. Pride & Prejudice-Jane Austen -
60. The Silk Vendetta-Victoria Holt -
61. Bloodline-Fiona Mountain -
62. The Time of the Dragon-Dorothy Eden -
63. The Prisoners of September- Leon Garfield-
64. Island of the Blue Dolphin- Scott O’Dell-
65. Grapes of Wrath-John Steinbeck -
66. Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, And the Wardrobe-C.S. Lewis-
67. Death Du Jour-Lou Jane Temple -
68. Mistress of Mellyn-Victoria Holt -
69. Kirkland Revels-Victoria Holt -
70. The Shivering Sands-Victoria Holt -
71. Black Boy-Richard Wright-
72. Wuthering Heights-Emily Bronte-
73. The wedding Dress-Virginia Ellis -
74. Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows-J.K Rowlings-
75. A Time for Silence-Philippa Carr-
76. The Stormy Petrel-Mary Stewart -
77. Daughter of Deceit-Victoria Holt-
78. Death By Darjeeling-Laura Childs-
79. The Gossamer Cord-Victoria Holt-
80. Gunpowder Green-Laura Childs-
81. The House of a Thousand Lanterns-Victoria Holt-
82. Shades of Earl Grey- Laura Childs-
83. The Storrington Paper-Dorothy Eden-
84. Fairest-Gail Carson Levine-
85. The Captive- Victoria Holt-
86. Beauty-Robin McKinley-
87. Jackaroo- Cynthia Voigt-
88. Twilight- Stephenie Myers-
89. New Moon- Stephenie Myers-
90. Eclipse- Stephenie Myers-
91. Before Midnight: A Retelling of “Cinderella”-Cameron Dokey-
92. The Thirteenth Tale- Diane Setterfield-
1. John F. Kennedy Jr. Book- Author Unknown -
2. Same Stuff as Stars- Katherine Paterson-
3. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban-J.K Rowlings-
4. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire- J.K Rowlings-
5. The Thorn Ogres of Hagwood Bk 1- Robert Jarvis-
6. Better Known as Johnny Apple seed –Mabe hmt-
7. Ruby Holler-Sharon Creech-
8. Ella Enchanted-Gail Carson Levine-
9. Searching For Dragons-Patricia C. Wrede-
10. Calling on Dragons-Patricia C. Wrede-
11. Talking to Dragons-Patricia C. Wrede-
12. Dealing With Dragons-Patricia C. Wrede-
13. The Light keepers Daughter-Lain Lawrence-
14. Snow White and Rose Red- Patricia C. Wrede-
15. Eragon-Christopher Paolini-
16. Wind in the Stone-Andre Norton-
17. The Monsters Legacy-Andre Norton-
18. Scent of Magic-Andre Norton-
19. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix- J.K Rowlings-
20. Sahara-Clive Cussler-
21. The Spirit Window-Joyce Sweeney -
22. Dragon Rider- Cornelia Funke-
23. Lord of the Far Island-Victoria Holt-
24. Complete Sherlock Holmes and Other short stories –Sir Arthur Conan Doyle-
25. Backwater-Joan Bauer-
26. Mossflower-Brian Jacques-
27. To Kill a Mocking Bird-Harper Lee-
28. The Fifth Ring-Mitchell Graham-
29. The Emerald Cavern-Mitchell Graham-
30. The Ancient Legacy-Mitchell Graham-
31. The Landower Legacy-Victoria Holt-
32. The King of the Castle-Victoria Holt-
33. The Pride of the Peacock-Victoria Holt-
34. The Time of the Hunters Moon-Victoria Holt-
35. The Road to Paradise Island-Victoria Holt-
36. The Lost Island-Phyllis A. Whitney-
37. The Black Opal-Victoria Holt-
38. Mask of the Enchantress (left off at chapter grumbling giant)- Victoria Holt-
39. Captain Cook-Alastair Miclean-
40. Dance with Me-Luanne Rice-
41. Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince-J.K Rowlings-
42. Foxglove Summer-Naidra Grey-
43. On Fortunes Wheel-Cynthia Voigt-
44. The Secret Woman-Victoria Holt-
45. Bride of Pendorric-Victoria Holt -
46. The Spice Box- Lou Jane Temple-
47. Seven for a Secret-Victoria Holt-
48. A Week in Winter-Marcia Willett-
49. Shadow of the Lynx-Victoria Holt-
50. Menfreya in the Morning-Victoria Holt-
51. Chamomile Mourning-Laura Childs-
52. The Devil on Horseback-Victoria Holt-
53. The Judas Kiss-Victoria Holt-
54. Jane Eyre-Charlotte Bronte -
55. Frankenstein-Mary Shelley -
56. Cry, The Beloved Country- Alan Paton-
57. The India Fan-Victoria Holt-
58. Native Son-Richard Wright -
59. Pride & Prejudice-Jane Austen -
60. The Silk Vendetta-Victoria Holt -
61. Bloodline-Fiona Mountain -
62. The Time of the Dragon-Dorothy Eden -
63. The Prisoners of September- Leon Garfield-
64. Island of the Blue Dolphin- Scott O’Dell-
65. Grapes of Wrath-John Steinbeck -
66. Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, And the Wardrobe-C.S. Lewis-
67. Death Du Jour-Lou Jane Temple -
68. Mistress of Mellyn-Victoria Holt -
69. Kirkland Revels-Victoria Holt -
70. The Shivering Sands-Victoria Holt -
71. Black Boy-Richard Wright-
72. Wuthering Heights-Emily Bronte-
73. The wedding Dress-Virginia Ellis -
74. Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows-J.K Rowlings-
75. A Time for Silence-Philippa Carr-
76. The Stormy Petrel-Mary Stewart -
77. Daughter of Deceit-Victoria Holt-
78. Death By Darjeeling-Laura Childs-
79. The Gossamer Cord-Victoria Holt-
80. Gunpowder Green-Laura Childs-
81. The House of a Thousand Lanterns-Victoria Holt-
82. Shades of Earl Grey- Laura Childs-
83. The Storrington Paper-Dorothy Eden-
84. Fairest-Gail Carson Levine-
85. The Captive- Victoria Holt-
86. Beauty-Robin McKinley-
87. Jackaroo- Cynthia Voigt-
88. Twilight- Stephenie Myers-
89. New Moon- Stephenie Myers-
90. Eclipse- Stephenie Myers-
91. Before Midnight: A Retelling of “Cinderella”-Cameron Dokey-
92. The Thirteenth Tale- Diane Setterfield-
Disrespectful
Hey I saw somehting I believe is disrespectful today. I was on Borders.com looking at new books yet to be released and I came upon a book titled "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies." Everyone knows the first sentence of the classic Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. "It is a truth universally acknowledged... finished for your self. They took it and gave it and the book a zombie theme. I love that book it's a classic, I think it would make Jane Austen roll over in her grave no pun intended. I might be overeacting but I might not. The photo I saw for the book freaked me out. Everyone has a right to write what they want but I don't think a classic should be rewritten that way. I know as an aspiring author my self that I would be unhappy if my works if they became as popular as Austens, which I know they never would. I would hate that to happen. I even read something that said if your english teacher tells you to read the original Pride and Prejudice you should ask to read Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. It would probably be the only way to reach kids now adays. I think that's sad. Well blog later TTFN,LWAP, AGAPE.
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