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Storytime Tapestry Newsletter The newsletter devoted to
spreading love and cultural awareness around the world. Today’s Queue Stories ~**~**~
Writing is
what lights me up. To create a story from a word, phrase, or thought, is my
passion. To "touch" a reader is the reward of writing. ~**~**~ ValueSpeak A Weekly Column By Joseph Walker valuespeak@msn.com SNACKS ON A PLANE My first
flight on a commercial airliner was a little more than an hour long. In that time, the stewardesses (and yes, they
were referred to as “stewardesses” back then – or would that be “stewardessi”?)
managed to serve beverages, peanuts, a full meal, more beverages, another bag
of peanuts and then clean it all up before it was time to land. It was, as
the cartoon character in the commercials used to say, “the o-o-only way to
fly!” It was fun
to watch how efficiently the staff moved up and down the aisle of the plane,
handing out food and beverages and collecting used cups and trays. On my first short flight one stewardess had
to wrestle a tray away from a gentleman who hadn’t had time to finish his ham. “Sir, we’re preparing to land,” she told him
as she tugged at his plastic tray. “But I’m not finished!” he growled, stuffing a
roll into his mouth and looking for all the world like he would chomp down on
her wrist if it got in between his mouth and his meal. Who needs an in-flight movie when you’ve got
entertainment like that? Of course, it didn’t hurt that I was a
healthy, red-blooded 14-year-old male and the airlines at that time required
their stewardesses to be young and attractive.
That fact also helped to keep me from crying like a little girl on my
first take-off or whimpering about the tight, closed quarters (shouldn’t they
find out if people are claustrophobic BEFORE they cram them into the back row
of an airplane in between a high school linebacker and a tuba player?). These days the flight service technicians (or whatever
is politically correct to call them) are generally older and more
experienced. And unless you’re flying
first class or overseas, they don’t do meals.
Oh, sure – they still do beverages.
And then they walk up and down the aisle tossing out “snacks” – foil
pouches that include raisins, crackers, processed cheese and a cookie – which I
guess is better than nothing. But not by
much – especially for those of us who remember the heady days of “coffee, tea
or filet mignon?” Unless, of course, you’re Jon. A couple of weeks ago we took Jon, our
14-year-old son, on his first airplane flight.
He is a good boy with a tender heart, and he was a little nervous about
the prospect – especially as we made our way through the new, intense security
measures. But he bravely strapped
himself into his window seat and braced himself for the adventure. He has a sort of nervous stomach, so I
worried about how he would handle the take-off (I paid special attention to the
location of the barf bag – just in case).
But he smiled and laughed out loud and savored every moment of it. “That was awesome!” he said. “I wish we could
go back and do that again!” I, on the other hand, was still eyeing that
barf bag – and hoping I wouldn’t have to use it. Thankfully, the flight staff came along
quickly with an assortment of beverages – water, juice, milk, soda and a
mysterious drink that Jon found absolutely irresistible: ginger ale. “How much does it cost?” he asked, hesitantly. “Nothing,” I said. “It’s free.
All you can drink.” “No way!” Jon said excitedly. “I’ll take two!” Jon was still enjoying his second cup of
ginger ale when the staff came around with the snack. He looked at me hopefully. “Yes, it’s free,” I said. “Knock yourself out!” “Amazing!” he said as he tore into his raisins
– something at which he turns up his nose at home. “We just sit here and they
bring us free drinks and food! This is
the life, huh Dad?” I wanted to tell him about the good old days
of airline roast beef and chicken cordon bleu, but he was busy trying to talk
his mother and sister our of the shortbread cookies in their respective
snacks. And I could see the staff coming
with another round of beverages. He’d
have a hard time believing that anything could ever be any better than this. And maybe it couldn’t. It’s a new day, and there is a new way of
doing things. Some things are better,
and some are worse, but pretty much everything is different. And different is good. For the most part it means progress and
growth. And even when it doesn’t . .
well, it is what it is. As the psalmist
said: “This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in
it.” Especially if it means we get free ginger ale
and snacks on a plane ~**~**~ Blue Eyes, Crying In The Rain Bill Walker A song of yesterday year, Blue Eyes, Crying In The
Rain. A love song, a sad love song, it told a story. The songs of
yesterday year all told a story. One could hear the song, there was
happy love songs, a lot of sad love songs, and some in the between, all told a
story. Maybe the songs or music if that is what you call it, does
today. I am older, the hip hop crap tells me no story at all. Most of the
time I get nothing out of the crap today, except my ears hurt. Sure be glad
that car with the boom box moves on. So I can enjoy my music on tape of
yesterday year again. You know I can hear my music of yesterday year and watch
the young stuff flip flopping along on the sidewalk for a few seconds. Oops
that car almost got me while I was getting my eyes full. I have grown to kind
of like the hip huggers, and the music of yesterday year. I like to hear the good, oldies as those are called.
Each was a story, each was easy on the ears, and mind to enjoy. Blue Eyes
Crying In The Rain.. Yes a lost love, the guy can still see his Blue Eyed
Beauty crying thanking of a love not to be. The words the music will about
make a older person, who may have lost a love, do the thinking, and yes a tear
or two just remembering . The what could have been, but for some
reason he had to go left, she had to go right, never to see one another in this
life. Life is full of love stories, that can't be. History is
filled to the brim of love stories that couldn't be. I can think of many
I have read about. King Author, he was married to this younger
lady. She was married to him, but she was mad in love with one of
the knights of the round table. The knight was in love with her, but it
was not to be. No where in the books as written do we get a hint of any
wrong doing on their part of the love. It was like two ships passing in
the night. The knight came a few times the books say to save her in time of
trouble. On the last, the old King dies, she goes in to a church deal, never
to take up with said knight. Maybe by that time he was tied to
another. A love story, that could be set to music, a sad love story. Yes there is true sad love stories, many has been set to
music, Most of us that thinks of such, can relate to one song. It
becomes our song. A Love Story in Music. It tells what might
have been, but couldn't be. A lady sent me the link to get Blue Eyes
Crying in The Rain. I think she may relate to the song, I know her
story. Her one true love, was on the ship, she was on the shore.
Never to see another again in this life. I think it is time for a hankie. I remember Tinker and Poo; The Boys Write http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?&isbn=0-595-35741-5 ~**~**~ Poetry Section ~**~**~ ~**~**~ ~**~**~ Readers Feedback I really enjoyed your
story Re. Heart Flush by
Michael Smith
Sometimes the tears are so big and the river so full that one cannot open the
gate. Too many tears, too many parakeets, too many numbers,--- only one
heart. Louise Whatever
Happened to Good Customer Service? – Carol Roach - You know, I never even open
the box of new checks until I use the last one in my purse. That could happen
to anyone but it is still the banks responsibility to check your information
before the first check is printed. After all, they printed checks for a
non-existent account. Someone could pass a zillion of those around and leave
town before the bank caught it. THEY are REQUIRED to verify an account before
checks are printed. So, that woman does owe you an apology, as does the bank! Carol: I had some
computer problems so I was unable to check my emails for often. Today I am
catching up. I knor your frustration. I worked at a insurance
company call center and did handled claims issues. It was very
frustrating to call some doctors offices or collection agencies to straight out
claims issues just because they have the wrong contract info loaded
on their systems.. I never lost my coolness but just like you, had to bite
my tongue several times too! I recommend you do banking at your fiance
bank where they know what Customer Service is all about...Tannia
The story of CHICKEN . . . NO ALA KING – Joe Walker - was unbelievably funny. In have similar problems with my little one; he is the pickiest of both of them. My husband, however, eats anything that I serve; even rocks deeped in BBQ sauce. I have several cookbooks and enjoy trying new recipies too! I write comments on them to remind myself if the dish was a thumbs up or a chorus of "Mom, please don't cook this again" Thanks for sharing this one. Now, I don't feel so lonely on the boat.... Blessing to you all. Tannia Carol: this story A NEW
GLOBAL THREAT? – Johann Christoph Arnold
- is so true! I control the amount of
time my older son plays computer games or his gameboy. I have a rule that
when he has been seating more than two hours on a row doing homeworks, reading,
or whatever, I make him get up and do something else that requires movement. He
hates it but I know in the future he will thank me. When we moved to Senior Writers Chief writer: Sharon Bryant Chief researcher/historian:
Hartson Dowd Agee, Vance; Apted, Violet;
Baker, Kathy; Batt, Al; Berry, Nell; Blaine, Pamela; Boda, Ginger; Booher,
Paula; Buhagiar, Victor; Cassady, B.J.; Costner, Joan Clifton; Cavalera, Robyn;
Crider, Mark; Dees, Mary; Deming, Barb; Doherty, Maria; Dowd, Hartson; Dowd, Helen; Gilbert, Robert,
Jr.; Gold, Ron; Goodier, Steve; Grisham, Mary-Ellen; Braun-Haley, Ellie;
Harris, Kathy Anne; Henry, Linda Ann; Hunt, Sharlett; Hymes, Christina;
Jacobson, Gary; Kiser, Roger Dean; Kerens, Claudia; Kevin, Tim; Jenkins,
Pamela; Liles, Norma; Lily Jodi Flesberg; Lock, Joyce; Marlor, Janice
Bumbalough; Mazzella, Joe; Meeks, Carol; Mizrany, Mary Carter; Morris, Deepak;
Ojeibge, Georgewaters; Petry, Dianna Doles; Roberts, Susan; Shiveley, Debra;
Shaw, Bob; Sims, Richard; Smith; Michael; Streidel, Saskia; Swarner, Ken;
Vaknin, Sam; Verhoeff, Jan; Walker, Bill; Walker, Joe; Warner, Gordon, K; Walsh,
Sue; Weymouth, Barbara J.; Whirity, Kathy; Wainland, David; Westerfer,
Clara; White Robert; Storytime Tapestry Staff Carol Roach -
Founder/publisher Thelma Hartselle - Co-Founder,
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