Debbie's homepage has some interesting information on organ donations. Everyone ought to read it. It has includes family photo's, a POW-MIA page, awards she has received, and her personal favorites.
Cylinda is one of our newest LOTH gals and also a Grandma. Her site is a terrific place to go to find free crochet patterns also order books, etc. that she has written.
Dixie's home pages include topics that have touched my heart. She has original poetry, medical topics,
and a vast variety of other things. Go and see what is new FROM THE HEART
OF DIXE
Thaine's site opens with the statement:"If you face the world with a smile, all the world will smile with you." What a great lady! Check out her Santa collection, web-rings she belongs to, her family, and interests.
Pamella's home pages are about a Child Right's Advocate fighting for our children and
grandchildren right's to be free from child abuse. Her favorite thing to
say is "How different life would have been if only we had stopped to
listen to the wind."
Angie,known as Nana to her Grandson site is a wonderful country home full of rooms to explore. Angie herself explains her country home best:Its set up like a country home with each room being a different area someone
in our family likes. I have a scrap room full of scrapbooking tips, layouts,
links. We have webrings, awards and tons of things on my favorite subject my
grandson Tyler. We have a quiet room that is set aside for causes dear to
us. Things I have seen in tidbits that I wanted to help along and we also
have a journal and poetry. Some grandpa stuff too. Like John Wayne, Dallas
Cowboys and an area for parents.
Judith 'shome pages are about families and things Grandma's enjoy doing with
their grandchildren. And as she says."It's an excuse to show the world my wonderful littlies." She is our Granny from AussieLand
Donnis AKA Smerelda (named by her Grandchildren) best describes her home pages.You "ARE ENTERING SMERELDA'S LINKING, BLINKING, and NOD,But be warned it is not for the faint of heart or the easily amused.
So kick back, get ready to laugh, cry, scratch your head, pat your foot, sing-along, visit my home, my town, Rewind The Fifties,
and Link, Wink,and Blink."
Snappie is "meme" to soon to be 8 grand-babies. She has geared her pages to
the Truckers Families with safety rules for the parents and the children
in surfing the internet and with lots of things for them to do
Patchy's home-pages are a delightful combination of poetry, angel cameo's, nature reflections, some great midi's, her awards, and web-rings.
June-Rae's home-pages are a potpourri of crafts, reciepes, humor, trivia, good causes such as missing and exploited children and violence agains women. Being an animal lover, I particularly liked her, "Here Kitty Kitty." A must read!
Jennirose's home-pages are mostly about children, families, protection of children, world
peace, children with disabilities...presented in a graphical form which is
mostly whimsical, tho it deals with very serious issues.
Carol's homepages
are very personal. As Carol, herself, describes it, "
It will continue to reflect our family's interests and link to sites that we
find interesting and enjoyable."
"May all your dreams bloom, like daisies in the sun"
Crystal's homepages are a great place to go and relax with a cup of herb tea, read poetry, check out family pictures,(please be quiet when entering the nursery, *LOL*), and learn about the healing properties of herbs.
My Slippers
When I was young my slippers were red,
I could kick up my heels right over my head.
When I grew older my slippers were blue,
But still I could dance, the whole night through.
Now I am old, my slippers are black,
I walk to the store and puff my way back.
The reason my youth is now all spent,
My get up and go has got up and went.
But I really don't mind when I think with a grin,
Of all the grand places my get up has been.
Since I've retired from life's competition,
I busy myself with complete repetition.
I get up in the morning and dust off my wits,
Pick up the paper and read the obits.
If my name is not there I know I'm not dead,
So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed
Author unknown
Thanks Kathie for sharing this poem with us.
Grandma's Connected
In the not too distant past-I remember it well--
Grandmas tended to their knitting and their cookies were swell.
They were always at the ready, when you needed advice.
And their sewing, I can tell you, was available - and nice.
Well, Grandmas not deserted you. She dearly loves you still.
You just won't find her cooking, but she's right there at the till.
She thinks about you daily, you haven't been forsook.
Your photos are quite handy in her Pentium notebook.
She scans your art work now though and combines it with cool sounds.
To make electronic greetings. She makes pictures by the pound.
She's right there when you need her. You really aren't alone.
She's out now with her "Puter Pals", but she took her new cell phone.
You can also leave a message on her answering machine.
Or page her at the fun meet, where she's been since eight fifteen.
Yes, the world's a different place, there is no doubt of that.
So E-mail her from her web page. or join her in a chat.
She's joined the electronic age, and it really seems to suit her.
So don't expect the same old gal...
Cause Grandma's gone Computer.!!
Author Unknown
Received from Carolyn of Carolyn's Universe!.
What is a Grandmother?
by Chance...age 11
A grandmother is a lady who has no little children of her own.
She likes other people's.
A grandfather is a man grandmother.
Grandmothers don't have to do anything except be there.
They are old, so they shouldn't play hard or run.
It is enough if they drive us to the market and have a lot of dimes ready.
When they take us for walks, they slow down past pretty things like
caterpillars and leaves.
they never say, "Hurry up."
Usually grandmothers are fat, but not too fat to tie your shoes.
They wear glasses and funny underwear.
they can take their teeth and gums out.
Grandmothers don't have to be smart, only answer questions like, "Why
isn't God married?" and "How come dogs chase cats?"
When they read to us, they don't skip pages, or mind if we ask for the same
story over again.
Everybody should try to have a grandmother, especially if you don't have a
television.
They are the only grownups who have time.
Thanks Kathie for sharing this poem with us.
IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER - by Erma Bombeck
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was
stained
and the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried
much
less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the firepace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about
his
youth.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer
day
because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have burned the pink candle sculped like a rose before it
melted
in storage.
I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about
grass
stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television - and
more
while watching life.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my
husband.
I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the
earth
would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical,
wouldn't
show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished
every
moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only
chance
in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later.
Now
go get washed up for dinner."
There would have been more "I love yous"... more "I'm sorrys"... butmostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look at
it
and really see it...live it... and never give it back.
Thank-you Donnis aka Smerlda for sending this to me.
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