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This painting was inspired and encouraged by some of my special friends on PowWow.

I dedicate this page to the friends I met through PowWow and my husband, Joe, without whose keen eye I would never get the details of my paintings right.
The recipe page came to be by sharing recipes through e-mail with my PowWow friends before I even thought about having a web page. We have shared much more than just recipes. When one of us was having a problem, the others helped us up. We shared tips on computers, html, internet, gardening, painting, dealing with children, spouses, friends and family and just being real true friends. They were some of my best friends in the world. PowWow no longer exists and I have lost touch with most of the people I met there. But I still think back on the time we spent together with affection.

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FRIENDS WITHOUT FACES

We sit and we type and we stare at our screens, We all have to wonder what this possibly means. With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze, Looking for something or someone as we sit in a daze.

We chat with each other, we type all our woes, Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes. We wait for somebody to type out our name, We want recognition, but its always the same.

We give "hugs&kisses", and sometimes we flirt, We even chat deeply and reveal why we hurt. We do form friendships...but...why we don't know, But some of those friendships will flourish and grow.

Why is it that on screen we can be so bold? Telling our secrets,that have never been told. Why is it we share the thoughts in our minds? With those we can't see,as though we were blind.

The answer is simple, it's as clear as a bell, We all have our problems and need someone to tell. We can't tell "real" people, but tell someone we must, So we turn to the "puter" and to those we can trust.

Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains,, They are friends without faces, and odd little names.

by Mimouska

Since I may not see your face,
And never shake your hand,
I send my soul through time and space,
To greet you; You will understand.

-James Elroy Fletcher

FRIENDSHIPS DYING

Friendships online are often fleeting,

Made and lost without even once meeting.

How many friends from online have I lost?

I haven't kept count nor figured the cost.

Some depart, spouting bluster and rage,

Others as quietly as the turn of a page.

Many return though I couldn't say when,

While the rest are never heard from again.

For the loss of some, the fault is my own,

An unkind word spoken and I'm left alone.

Some friends turn away for no reason at all.

I'm puzzled and hurt when they shun my call.

Scores of friends are forever lost to me

Since the systems we called ceased to be.

And more than once, I've had friends die.

I can't forget them; I don't even try.

So take a moment during your time online

And be aware, though there's no outward sign.

That sound you hear, that solitary crying,

Might well be the sound of friendships dying.

Author Unknown

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