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Saturday, September 11, 2010
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
CNN Headline
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For my next post I was going to comment on the various stages of dress (or otherwise) that I see now that I am 'out front,' at the library as opposed to working 'in the back.' But that probably says plenty enough. Sometimes I wish I could wear blinders. ;-)
You may have seen a variety of headlines, titles, signs, or whatever that taken literally can be quite funny. This was a headline today on CNN's website: "Suspect admits texting dead teen."
Uh, Um - Did your message arrive?
Did she text you back?
Where did her message come from?
If you are on any professional or job-related listserv, this is some "Friday Humor" a little early!
For my next post I was going to comment on the various stages of dress (or otherwise) that I see now that I am 'out front,' at the library as opposed to working 'in the back.' But that probably says plenty enough. Sometimes I wish I could wear blinders. ;-)
You may have seen a variety of headlines, titles, signs, or whatever that taken literally can be quite funny. This was a headline today on CNN's website: "Suspect admits texting dead teen."
Uh, Um - Did your message arrive?
Did she text you back?
Where did her message come from?
If you are on any professional or job-related listserv, this is some "Friday Humor" a little early!
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
When Liberty becomes a stumbling block
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The current controversy of building a mosque near Ground Zero of 9/11 reminds one of a passage of scripture that talks about our rights verses putting others first.
We have the right to worship as we see fit, in this country. The day we no longer have that right, we will cease to be the America that was created in 1776. Many people fled to this new land to get away from religious tyrants. They wanted the right to worship God as they felt led. This is who we are. But we don't need religious tyrants demanding to exercise their right to worship just because we have that right. There's more to think about than that.
September 11, 2001 Islamic enemies of this country and terrorists confiscated our planes with mostly our people on board and flew them into some of our country's greatest iconic locations. These heartless people have no concern over the innocent lives that were lost, including some of their own.
Now in the name of religious freedom, Islams want to build a mosque within 'spitting distance' of Ground Zero. If they believe that they (who are building the mosque) are not the same as the terrorists who bombed us with the our own planes, then maybe they need to rethink how they demand and choose to exercise their American rights. They say they are peace loving Americans, "like the rest of us."
If they truely are, then maybe they ought to take a second look at the impact this intended place of worship will have on their fellow Americans. Sometimes it's NOT about our rights, but it's about thinking of and putting the other person first and not ourselves or our agenda. I don't deny that anyone can worship how they wish. But some compassion and consideration should also be taken into account as to where they chose to do so. Going to Mecca and holding a church service is not the way to go about winning Muslims over to Christ.
One of our forefathers (I haven't looked up who, yet) made the comment to the effect that people who are Christian people also make good citizens. [I will see if I can find the exact quote.] So, if the Christians in this country will practice 'not excersizing' our liberty just because we can, but instead consider what that right might do to others, maybe others will see our example and do the same.
It's time we all think about the victims of 9/11, which include the families of the victims. They are victims, too. They are left with grief and trauma of what happened to their loved ones. Excersize your form of worship, but this is a huge country. Even New York City has a lot of real estate. Look around and see where else you might could build your place of woship. In so doing, you would be more considerate of others. You would show that you care about others more than yourself. Want others to be tolerant of you? Then show some tolerance and consideration of others and move to some other location.
The current controversy of building a mosque near Ground Zero of 9/11 reminds one of a passage of scripture that talks about our rights verses putting others first.
We have the right to worship as we see fit, in this country. The day we no longer have that right, we will cease to be the America that was created in 1776. Many people fled to this new land to get away from religious tyrants. They wanted the right to worship God as they felt led. This is who we are. But we don't need religious tyrants demanding to exercise their right to worship just because we have that right. There's more to think about than that.
September 11, 2001 Islamic enemies of this country and terrorists confiscated our planes with mostly our people on board and flew them into some of our country's greatest iconic locations. These heartless people have no concern over the innocent lives that were lost, including some of their own.
Now in the name of religious freedom, Islams want to build a mosque within 'spitting distance' of Ground Zero. If they believe that they (who are building the mosque) are not the same as the terrorists who bombed us with the our own planes, then maybe they need to rethink how they demand and choose to exercise their American rights. They say they are peace loving Americans, "like the rest of us."
If they truely are, then maybe they ought to take a second look at the impact this intended place of worship will have on their fellow Americans. Sometimes it's NOT about our rights, but it's about thinking of and putting the other person first and not ourselves or our agenda. I don't deny that anyone can worship how they wish. But some compassion and consideration should also be taken into account as to where they chose to do so. Going to Mecca and holding a church service is not the way to go about winning Muslims over to Christ.
One of our forefathers (I haven't looked up who, yet) made the comment to the effect that people who are Christian people also make good citizens. [I will see if I can find the exact quote.] So, if the Christians in this country will practice 'not excersizing' our liberty just because we can, but instead consider what that right might do to others, maybe others will see our example and do the same.
It's time we all think about the victims of 9/11, which include the families of the victims. They are victims, too. They are left with grief and trauma of what happened to their loved ones. Excersize your form of worship, but this is a huge country. Even New York City has a lot of real estate. Look around and see where else you might could build your place of woship. In so doing, you would be more considerate of others. You would show that you care about others more than yourself. Want others to be tolerant of you? Then show some tolerance and consideration of others and move to some other location.
Monday, August 9, 2010
I Don't Care To
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Church had just let out and the parishioners were filing by shaking the preacher's hand. As one older lady came by, his wife standing close by asked her if she would be interested in going to a regional church meeting later that week with them.
Dad pastored a little country church in a southern Missouri town, called Cape Fair. We had just moved there a few months earlier, from a field assignment in western Kansas. Beth and Ira Wagner had answered the call to the ministry while still living in New York State. They attended a bible school graduating in 1957. From there they had first been placed in a western Kansas community before moving to Cape Fair. It was now 1958.
The lady answered cheerfully, "I wouldn't care to." Somewhere in the conversation one of them had told her the day and time they planned to go. Still learning Missouri, hillbilly colloquialisms, they weren't quite sure what she meant.
The day came and Beth and Ira were ready to head to the meeting, (probably an IFCA* meeting held in nearby Galena, MO.). Beth mentioned to Ira, "We better go by Erma's** house and just make sure whether she wants to go or not." [**I don't remember the lady's real name.]
They drove by her house, and into the driveway. Sure enough, she was ready and waiting to go, watching for them to arrive. They learned that day that her response meant, 'she wouldn't mind going, she would enjoy it.' Not that 'she cared nothing about the trip, whatsoever. '
That was a close call and a fast learned lesson of another Missouri colloquialism. They were glad they decided to stop and make sure what she wanted to do and not pull a faux pas and leave her behind!
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There's a lot of people I do remember from that country church, even though I was only in the 4th grade and part of the 5th.
Willie and Jaunita Withnall. He was a deacon and always wore overalls. They lived by a store which I think they ran.
Mr and Mrs Jorden who had fraternal twin boys. They didn't even look like brothers. One was tall and skinny, the other was shorter and not-so-skinny. For many years, I remembered their names, but can't recall them now.
Elderly Mrs. Smith who still came to church. She was a typical, sweet little-ole-lady, bun and all. Her husband who was in his upper 90's was unable to come anymore. (I want to say he was also blind, but I'm not sure). Mom and Dad visited with them frequently. They lived in a white clapboard house, right along the edge of the road about a mile or so 'from town.' We would sit in the quaint, homey living room while Dad read scripture to the gentleman and have prayer before we left, on every visit. (Religious pictures and crocheted art hung on the walls.)
On Sunday afternoons, we would go to Wooley Creek. A group of people met there in the school house for Sunday School whether they had any preachin' or not. So we would go out and Dad would do the preachin' for the folks. The Fosters and the Jones attended Wooley Creek.
The Jones were a fairly large but poor family. Their father was like Pa in Little House on the Prairie. Their Pa played the fiddle. The kids would sing, especially three of their girls. They would lean back in the dining room chairs around the pot bellied stove, swinging their bare feet while balancing on those back chair legs, singing their lungs out! Ah, those were the days.
These days folks have an annual singing at Wooley Creek, I learned last year. I need to go.
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(*Independant Fundamental Church of America)
Church had just let out and the parishioners were filing by shaking the preacher's hand. As one older lady came by, his wife standing close by asked her if she would be interested in going to a regional church meeting later that week with them.
Dad pastored a little country church in a southern Missouri town, called Cape Fair. We had just moved there a few months earlier, from a field assignment in western Kansas. Beth and Ira Wagner had answered the call to the ministry while still living in New York State. They attended a bible school graduating in 1957. From there they had first been placed in a western Kansas community before moving to Cape Fair. It was now 1958.
The lady answered cheerfully, "I wouldn't care to." Somewhere in the conversation one of them had told her the day and time they planned to go. Still learning Missouri, hillbilly colloquialisms, they weren't quite sure what she meant.
The day came and Beth and Ira were ready to head to the meeting, (probably an IFCA* meeting held in nearby Galena, MO.). Beth mentioned to Ira, "We better go by Erma's** house and just make sure whether she wants to go or not." [**I don't remember the lady's real name.]
They drove by her house, and into the driveway. Sure enough, she was ready and waiting to go, watching for them to arrive. They learned that day that her response meant, 'she wouldn't mind going, she would enjoy it.' Not that 'she cared nothing about the trip, whatsoever. '
That was a close call and a fast learned lesson of another Missouri colloquialism. They were glad they decided to stop and make sure what she wanted to do and not pull a faux pas and leave her behind!
***************
There's a lot of people I do remember from that country church, even though I was only in the 4th grade and part of the 5th.
Willie and Jaunita Withnall. He was a deacon and always wore overalls. They lived by a store which I think they ran.
Mr and Mrs Jorden who had fraternal twin boys. They didn't even look like brothers. One was tall and skinny, the other was shorter and not-so-skinny. For many years, I remembered their names, but can't recall them now.
Elderly Mrs. Smith who still came to church. She was a typical, sweet little-ole-lady, bun and all. Her husband who was in his upper 90's was unable to come anymore. (I want to say he was also blind, but I'm not sure). Mom and Dad visited with them frequently. They lived in a white clapboard house, right along the edge of the road about a mile or so 'from town.' We would sit in the quaint, homey living room while Dad read scripture to the gentleman and have prayer before we left, on every visit. (Religious pictures and crocheted art hung on the walls.)
On Sunday afternoons, we would go to Wooley Creek. A group of people met there in the school house for Sunday School whether they had any preachin' or not. So we would go out and Dad would do the preachin' for the folks. The Fosters and the Jones attended Wooley Creek.
The Jones were a fairly large but poor family. Their father was like Pa in Little House on the Prairie. Their Pa played the fiddle. The kids would sing, especially three of their girls. They would lean back in the dining room chairs around the pot bellied stove, swinging their bare feet while balancing on those back chair legs, singing their lungs out! Ah, those were the days.
These days folks have an annual singing at Wooley Creek, I learned last year. I need to go.
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(*Independant Fundamental Church of America)
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Pictures of Water
Earlier this year a friend and coworker asked me to write a poem about water, since our Summer Reading Program theme was "Water Your Mind." Later we presented this poem at a Poetry Reading, as a duet, each reading half a line. It was fun, and had a nice effect on the presentation. It was arranged a little differently than presented here, but I like the outline this arrangement gives.
PICTURES OF WATER (Set)
SUMMER:
Puddles. Pools.
Foam. Fun. Spray. Sun.
Tributaries. Sanctuaries.
Waves. Swells. Tides. Wells.
Drips. Drizzles. Drops. Frizzles.
Angry. Gentle. Blinding. Mental.
Flooding. Fury. Torrents. Hurry.
Moisture. Misty. Moody. Mystery.
Cleansing Shower. Energy. Power.
Rolling. Crashing. Pounding. Smashing.
Drowning. Dragging. Dripping. Nagging.
Cascades. Ocean Sprays. Everglades. Dreamy Days.
Embryonic Universe. Unexpected Lightening Burst.
WINTER:
Peaks. Poles.
Peace. Place. Slow Pace.
Sleet. Slush. Snow. Mush.
Conversation. Transportation.
Crystals. Falling. Quiet. Calling.
Freezing. Chilling. Bone-drilling.
Avalanches. Landscape Blanches.
Crushing. Crafty. Blanket. Drafty.
Glaciers Thawing. Gouging. Clawing.
Farm pond Skating. Snowman Making.
Ice Blocks. Icebergs. Snow Peaks. Snow Birds.
Snowflakes. Snowfalls. Snowdrifts. Snowballs.
~ ~
Peace. Strife. Death. Life.
Quietly Laughing. Blubbering. Gaffing.
Boisterously Bawling. Lazily Crawling.
Deep and moving. Roving at will.
Limpid and languishing. Shallow and still.
Renewing. Life-giving. Refreshing the living.
Death, Strife; Peace, Life.
-by Suzanne Guinn. 16 February 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
Fern Isabel Coppedge
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I just learned of this American painter, on Antiques Roadshow. I have never heard of her before, but I LOVE her artwork. It is impressionistic, yet primitive, soft yet bold, homey and avant garde at the same time, especially in her day for the paintwork itself but also because the painter was a woman.
Here are some examples.
The Delaware Valley
Hillside Village
New Hope
Mountain Creek
Unlike most of her artist friends, she was a "plein air" artist - painting on location, year around. It has been said that she could be found painting from the back of her car until her fingers were stiff, in the winter. She was part of a group of women painters called the "Pennsylvania Ten" who lived in New Hope, Pa. I hope you enjoy these. If you want to see more, just type in her name in Google or other search engine. I think I found about 80 distinct pictures on line.
I just learned of this American painter, on Antiques Roadshow. I have never heard of her before, but I LOVE her artwork. It is impressionistic, yet primitive, soft yet bold, homey and avant garde at the same time, especially in her day for the paintwork itself but also because the painter was a woman.
Here are some examples.
The Delaware Valley
Hillside Village
New Hope
Mountain CreekUnlike most of her artist friends, she was a "plein air" artist - painting on location, year around. It has been said that she could be found painting from the back of her car until her fingers were stiff, in the winter. She was part of a group of women painters called the "Pennsylvania Ten" who lived in New Hope, Pa. I hope you enjoy these. If you want to see more, just type in her name in Google or other search engine. I think I found about 80 distinct pictures on line.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Reader's request
I received a request from someone I don't know who read my poem, "My Favorite Season" that I posted in November. She wants to use it in a (church) service. Surprising, but pleased it is being a blessing to others beyond my 'world.' This shows what an impact the Internet has on the world. When you put something "outthere" - you never know who's going to read it. "Oh, be careful little fingers what you type" - to paraphrase a children's SS song.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Another song to memorialize our soldiers
Brothers in Arms
Sung by Celtic Thunder
written by Mark Knopfler
These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arm
Through these fields of destruction
Baptism of fire
I've watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms
There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones
Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms
Sung by Celtic Thunder
written by Mark Knopfler
These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arm
Through these fields of destruction
Baptism of fire
I've watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms
There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones
Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms
Monday, May 31, 2010
Memorial Day remembrances - The Green Fields of France
One of my new favorite music groups is Celtic Thunder. One of the songs they record is "The Green Fields of France." It is perfect for remembering all those who have died for their country and for others. Below is lyrics of their version of the song.
In researching the lyrics to make sure the words below were correct, I found a website, posted at the end, that tells about the man who wrote the song. In looking at the website, I discovered that there is another verse to the song that CT does not sing, as well as some adjustment to the words. I hope you enjoy this ballad, and take the time to visit the website that tells of the writer and the song. (Link at the end of this post.)
This Memorial Day, take time to remember those who have died on your behalf: Those who died for your freedom and The One who died for your soul.
The Green Fields of France
1. Well how do you do, young Willie McBride?
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?
And rest for awhile `neath the warm, summer sun.
I’ve been walking all day and I’m nearly done.
I see by your gravestone you were only 19,
When you joined the great fallen in 1916.
Well I hope that you died quick and I hope you died clean.
Oh Willie McBride was it slow and obscene?
Chorus--
Did they beat the drums slowly?
Did the play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the Last Post and chorus”?
Did the pipes play the “Flowers of the Forest”?
2. Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind?
In some faithful part, is your memory in shrine?
And though you died back in 1916,
In that faithful heart, you’re forever 19.
Or, Are you a stranger without even a name,
Enclosed forever behind a glass pane?
In an old photograph torn, and battered and stained,
Faded to yellow in a brown leather frame?
3. Now Willie McBride, I can’t help wondering why,
Do those who lie here know why they died?
Did they really believe when they answered the cause?
Did they really believe that this war would end wars?
But the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain,
The killing and dying, where all done in vain.
But to Willie McBride it all happened again
And again and again and again and again.
Check out this website regarding the song and who wrote it: Aftermath.
Happy Memorial Day.
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In researching the lyrics to make sure the words below were correct, I found a website, posted at the end, that tells about the man who wrote the song. In looking at the website, I discovered that there is another verse to the song that CT does not sing, as well as some adjustment to the words. I hope you enjoy this ballad, and take the time to visit the website that tells of the writer and the song. (Link at the end of this post.)
This Memorial Day, take time to remember those who have died on your behalf: Those who died for your freedom and The One who died for your soul.
The Green Fields of France
1. Well how do you do, young Willie McBride?
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?
And rest for awhile `neath the warm, summer sun.
I’ve been walking all day and I’m nearly done.
I see by your gravestone you were only 19,
When you joined the great fallen in 1916.
Well I hope that you died quick and I hope you died clean.
Oh Willie McBride was it slow and obscene?
Chorus--
Did they beat the drums slowly?
Did the play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the Last Post and chorus”?
Did the pipes play the “Flowers of the Forest”?
2. Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind?
In some faithful part, is your memory in shrine?
And though you died back in 1916,
In that faithful heart, you’re forever 19.
Or, Are you a stranger without even a name,
Enclosed forever behind a glass pane?
In an old photograph torn, and battered and stained,
Faded to yellow in a brown leather frame?
3. Now Willie McBride, I can’t help wondering why,
Do those who lie here know why they died?
Did they really believe when they answered the cause?
Did they really believe that this war would end wars?
But the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain,
The killing and dying, where all done in vain.
But to Willie McBride it all happened again
And again and again and again and again.
Check out this website regarding the song and who wrote it: Aftermath.
Happy Memorial Day.
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Sunday, May 23, 2010
Bloggers' Delimma
What does a blogger blog about if there isn't a specific theme, like their profession, or dedicated topic (faith, politics...), or other specialized blog? If it's just a general type blog what do you blog about?
I saw a report of someone bemoaning bloggers and people on social networking site who talk about going shopping, or going to work/coming home or other mundane activities of life. 'Who cares if you just got up or heading to bed?' was the complaint. Why would you want to announce to the world the minutia of life? Remember that anybody can read your blog. (Well some are subscribers only, but not all.) Do you really want the whole world to know you just got up???
So, do you use it as a soapbox to let off steam? Or do you use it as a creative writing outlet, like your latest poem (guilty!) Or should a personal blog be used to vent about what is going on in politics, entertainment or the front page, complain about ______________? You fill in the blank. Or is it your e-diary?
I don't blog (obviously) very frequently on this blog because of some of the reasons given above. Many thoughts and ideas go through my mind - especially when I'm not sitting at the computer, - of things that might be good to post. But life gets busy and time goes by without getting them posted. I don't even always have time to read all my email - partly because I get so many forwards, or email from places of business that now have my email address. I probably delete more than I read. By the time I check my email, the news and FB, I don't have the time to think about what to blog.
Well today, I do have something I want to post. And believe it or not, it came from an email forward. But I thought I would put it here and not take the time to forward it on to others. If you read this and want to look into it, you may. If you don't want to, that's fine. And you will not have to worry about forwarding it on to someone else.
This is thinking outside the box! Whoever is the marketer for this Dutch business has a good imagination. Here it is. Enjoy.
Now, here's my poem 'for the day.' Actually the pastor mentioned the first three lines in his sermon today. I just added the 4th, as this is what I could 'hear' in my head as he was speaking - as if it was going to be the next thing he said. It wasn't:
When life is overwhelming,
When life seems to be unfair,
When life has taken your joy and peace,
Remember that God is there.
"by Ron Fields/Suzanne Guinn"
Well, good night folks. I'm going to bed. (well, soon anyway.)
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I saw a report of someone bemoaning bloggers and people on social networking site who talk about going shopping, or going to work/coming home or other mundane activities of life. 'Who cares if you just got up or heading to bed?' was the complaint. Why would you want to announce to the world the minutia of life? Remember that anybody can read your blog. (Well some are subscribers only, but not all.) Do you really want the whole world to know you just got up???
So, do you use it as a soapbox to let off steam? Or do you use it as a creative writing outlet, like your latest poem (guilty!) Or should a personal blog be used to vent about what is going on in politics, entertainment or the front page, complain about ______________? You fill in the blank. Or is it your e-diary?
I don't blog (obviously) very frequently on this blog because of some of the reasons given above. Many thoughts and ideas go through my mind - especially when I'm not sitting at the computer, - of things that might be good to post. But life gets busy and time goes by without getting them posted. I don't even always have time to read all my email - partly because I get so many forwards, or email from places of business that now have my email address. I probably delete more than I read. By the time I check my email, the news and FB, I don't have the time to think about what to blog.
Well today, I do have something I want to post. And believe it or not, it came from an email forward. But I thought I would put it here and not take the time to forward it on to others. If you read this and want to look into it, you may. If you don't want to, that's fine. And you will not have to worry about forwarding it on to someone else.
This is thinking outside the box! Whoever is the marketer for this Dutch business has a good imagination. Here it is. Enjoy.
Now, here's my poem 'for the day.' Actually the pastor mentioned the first three lines in his sermon today. I just added the 4th, as this is what I could 'hear' in my head as he was speaking - as if it was going to be the next thing he said. It wasn't:
When life is overwhelming,
When life seems to be unfair,
When life has taken your joy and peace,
Remember that God is there.
"by Ron Fields/Suzanne Guinn"
Well, good night folks. I'm going to bed. (well, soon anyway.)
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