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Storytime Tapestry Newsletter The newsletter devoted to
spreading love and cultural awareness around the world. Today’s announcements Happy birthday to our dear writer,
Martha Jette: marthajette@yahoo.com A dear friend of mine is having some health problems lately. She has been experiencing some abdominal pains and the doctors have not been able to find out the cause. She is scheduled to have a cervical sonogram and a colonoscopy done in the following days. Please keep her in your prayers.... She went to high school together and last year (after almost) 20 years of not seen each other, God found us and put us together at a brief moment during the 2005 World Youth Day in Cologne, Germany.... It was indeed a miracle and a gift from God....... Amen May the peace of Jesus Christ be always with you!
Tannia E. Ortiz-Lop?s "The Window to My Soul, My Walk with Jesus" Voted "2006 BEST CHRISTIAN POETRY BOOK" by www.christianstoryteller.com www.tatepublishing.com Do not forget to send in your votes for the Halloween
Contest – deadline to vote – is today. Remember that all stories and poems were
lost because of the computer crash, if you sent me anything in late August,
September or October and you haven’t seen it published please send it back
again. Thank you. See below for Storytime Angels Now onto the good stuff! Today’s Queue Stories ~**~**~ Strong Man Bill Walker Strong man, the strongest man who ever lived,
Samson. Did he draw his powers from his hair? The Bible says he was
never to have a hair cut, if he did his power would be taken. I wonder
about a few things here. Do we lose sight of something here? There is a
few stories that can come from this. Sermons may be the proper words, not
stories. Now we are told he gets a hair cut, and his power is
gone. I think the hair cut is because of one thing. He lost, or started
his down fall for a couple reasons. He did just like all or most of us
do. He got it in his head he was all powerful. It was he who
was doing all this damage to these hated enemies of the Hebrews. No he
was doing this damage by way of God. With out the power of God
he was just another man. Remember this, nothing moves, nothing takes place with out
God. Mr, Mrs, Miss, Mz, or Ms, never did a thing with out
God. We may think we did something. I may think I am writing
this yarn. No God is letting me. I see people that takes power in
government. God gives them the power. The power can be taken away as fast
as the power was given. Samson had the power for a time. If you read your
Bible. He started to say HE killed the Lion. He killed so many of the hated
foe. It became HE, not he with the aid of GOD. Now just for a laugh. The foe of the Hebrews must have
been dumber then a post. What with this one Hebrew with this never get a
trim of the hair? All the women folk of the Hebrews have long flowing hair. The men do
not, for some reason all go get a hair cut. But this one he has hair
like a woman. Wouldn't you get to wondering why, and this guy is
strong? What’s with the hair? I think Samson forgot. With out God, he had no
power. He got it in his head he was able to do all this strong
stuff. No God gave him the power, maybe and I guess as long as he
didn't get a hair cut he had power. But his down fall started when he
said I, Me is doing all this. Remember, when he brought the house down. He asked God
to give him the power to do so. At last it came to him with out God he
could push till the cows came home, nothing would happen. We are told the hair was growing, so he was getting
stronger. Well maybe so, I am not question the Bible.
The thing is he asked God for the power. And it took some power to bring
the building down. The remains of the building has been found by the
diggers of history. Tinker and Poo; The Boys Write http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?&isbn=0-595-35741-5 ~**~**~ Cap’s Angel by Pamela Jenkins The cold wind rattled the window near my chair as I sat
at my desk, going through bills that needed to be paid. I was thankful I didn’t have to go outside in
the nippy air. The forecast was for a
hard freeze that night. It was a good day
to stay indoors. Suddenly, a sharp rap on the window startled me. I looked up to see my husband peering
in. He gestured for me to come
outside. With a groan, I stood up and
slipped on a jacket. I would have
preferred to stay where I was nice and warm, instead of venturing out in the chill. Outside, I found my husband talking to our friend, Tony,
who is an animal control officer. They
stood next to Tony’s truck where there was a break from the wind. I was about to suggest that we all go indoors
when my husband pointed at something lying in the back of the truck. I stepped closer for a better look. It was a small terrier, emaciated and dirty. He was shivering in the cold. His eyes were matted and he had several bite
wounds that were infected. “I picked up this little stray today,” Tony said. “He’s in pretty bad shape, and I don’t think
he’s going to make it…” I leaned over and whispered, “Hey, sweetie.” The little terrier stood up on shaky
legs. He squinted at me and slowly
wagged his tail. I gasped, because it
was then I realized that it was a wire fox terrier, the same breed as our dog,
Tell. That was as far as the resemblance
went, however. Tell was healthy and well
kept, but this fellow was in such poor condition that his future was uncertain. I felt a tug at my heart when I heard my husband say, “My
wife wants him.” Tony seemed to hesitate, as if he weren’t sure we were
prepared for the task ahead of us. As he
handed the dog to me, I was surprised at how feather-light the little body
felt. I murmured my thanks as I hugged
the dog tightly and hurried indoors. The first order of business was to fill that empty
tummy. I poured a bowl full of dog food,
and turned around to see the dog’s ears perk up and his attention on the
dish. “Nothing wrong with your appetite,”
I said with a smile as I watched him eat with gusto. After licking the bottom of the bowl, he
curled himself on some warm blankets I laid out for him. In a few moments he was fast asleep,
exhausted but no longer starving. Later that afternoon, shampoo and towels in hand, I gave
him a bath. Layers of dirt and debris
were rinsed off, and his bite wounds were cleaned. As I unbuckled his soiled collar, I realized
this was someone’s pet. How unfortunate
that he had no identification tags to help locate his owner. After a second bowl of food was gulped down, the terrier
snuggled in his blankets for another nap.
I told my husband, “He’s bright and alert, eating well, and I think he’s
going to make it.” My husband seemed
skeptical and warmed me that we still had a long way to go before this dog was
healthy again. In spite of his warning,
I went to bed happily thinking of a name to call our little guest. Tell was named after a Louis L’Amour
character. I hoped another character’s
name would be a perfect fit. I decided
we would call him Cap after the feisty little cowpoke that befriended the
Sackett family in so many L’Amour western novels. The next morning, a happy little dog with a terrible case
of diarrhea met me. My husband asked,
“Just how much did you feed him yesterday?
You know, you almost killed him with kindness.” He gave a chuckle as I cleaned up the results
of my “kindness”. I couldn’t help
myself, I told him. Poor Cap had looked
a little hollow and needed filling out.
I vowed to feed in moderation after that episode, and I have to think
Cap agreed with the new menu. We took things one day at a time, and Cap slowly began to
put on weight. His wounds healed and
hair began to grow back in bald places.
One day I noticed I couldn’t feel his ribs or hipbones anymore, and that
hollow look was gone forever. After several
weeks of searching for his owner with no results, we decided that little Cap
was here to stay. Of course, Tell was ecstatic to have a companion to spend
time with. What could be merrier than a
wire fox terrier? I have to say it would
be having two terriers in the house.
Double the trouble and twice the fun, that’s their motto! Whether digging holes in the yard, treeing
squirrels, or raiding their toy box and scattering squeakies through the house,
those boys are busy sunup to sundown with their mischief. This morning, I looked out the kitchen window at Tell and
Cap romping in the yard. I felt a surge
of pride in my two beautiful little terriers, well groomed and wearing matching
collars. I hope that if the unthinkable
happens again, they’ll both be safely returned to their home with the help of
their ID tags. I know it only takes a
second for one to slip out the door or gate, and they’re off on a great
adventure that could have disastrous results.
I love my guys and want them to be safe always. As my husband walked up behind me, he asked, “Any idea
what you want for your birthday this year?”
I considered my pair of mischief-makers that have brought so much joy
into our home, and a husband that knows my heart. After a moment, I turned to give Cap’s angel
a hug and tell him I already had all I could ever want! Pamela Jenkins calicoblessings@aol.com ______________ Pamela Jenkins lives in ~**~**~ 15 MINUTES Joe Mazzella Joe Mazzella joecool@wirefire.com Poetry Corner ~**~**~ ~Gift Of Another Day~ Mary Dees Webbed wings taking flight, Crescent moon glaring. Cold, is the air tonight, Starless sky preparing. Trees shed orange leaves, That lay damp in the ditch. Time casting no reprieve, Change happens just like this. Morning feathered friends approach, Sun slipping by the bay. Warmth found a way to coach, Back into the day. Dry crackling whirlwind, Sharp breeze dancing slower. Night will tickle time again, When day beckons to be over. By Mary M. Dees marlena7694@yahoo.com Readers Feedback Thanks so much for sharing my words 3 days in a row.
It was a real honor Michael thanks so much for sharing your
column Hearts and Humor Donations are needed to help with the
operating expenses of running the newsletter and to keep Storytime Tapestry the
quality newsletter you are so accustomed to.
Please note that Storytime Tapestry is a
free newsletter to members and there will never be a cost for the newsletter. Donations are purely voluntary and no member
should ever feel guilty for not making a donation at this time. Angels on earth, they exist they are out there. Angels come in all ages, shapes and sizes,
civil status, and religion. Their nature
is love and their purpose is giving to the less fortunate of this world. Storytime Tapestry angels are no
exception. These angels are loyal
members who have contributed to the upkeep of Storytime Tapestry newsletter so
that Storytime Tapestry can continue come to your email Here is our Storytime
Tapestry Angels. Also, I would like to thank those of you who chose to
be a silent angel and gave an anonymous donation to keep Storytime
Tapestry up and running. Clara Westerfer Mark Crider Rosanne Catalano Paula Booher Mary Ellen Grisham Louise Nomani Sharon Bryant Angela Walker Hart and Helen Dowd Keith Ready Mary Ellen Grisham Ginger Morgenstern Ellie Braun-Haley Surinder Jandu 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; Pringle, Sandra Lewis; 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, Moderator Clara Westerfer – moderator Bob Johnston - moderator
Storytime Tapestry Newsletter The newsletter devoted to
spreading love and cultural awareness around the world. Today’s announcements Happy birthday to our dear writer,
Martha Jette: marthajette@yahoo.com A dear friend of mine is having some health problems lately. She has been experiencing some abdominal pains and the doctors have not been able to find out the cause. She is scheduled to have a cervical sonogram and a colonoscopy done in the following days. Please keep her in your prayers.... She went to high school together and last year (after almost) 20 years of not seen each other, God found us and put us together at a brief moment during the 2005 World Youth Day in Cologne, Germany.... It was indeed a miracle and a gift from God....... Amen May the peace of Jesus Christ be always with you!
Tannia E. Ortiz-Lop?s "The Window to My Soul, My Walk with Jesus" Voted "2006 BEST CHRISTIAN POETRY BOOK" by www.christianstoryteller.com www.tatepublishing.com Do not forget to send in your votes for the Halloween
Contest – deadline to vote – is today. Remember that all stories and poems were
lost because of the computer crash, if you sent me anything in late August,
September or October and you haven’t seen it published please send it back
again. Thank you. See below for Storytime Angels Now onto the good stuff! Today’s Queue Stories ~**~**~ Strong Man Bill Walker Strong man, the strongest man who ever lived,
Samson. Did he draw his powers from his hair? The Bible says he was
never to have a hair cut, if he did his power would be taken. I wonder
about a few things here. Do we lose sight of something here? There is a
few stories that can come from this. Sermons may be the proper words, not
stories. Now we are told he gets a hair cut, and his power is
gone. I think the hair cut is because of one thing. He lost, or started
his down fall for a couple reasons. He did just like all or most of us
do. He got it in his head he was all powerful. It was he who
was doing all this damage to these hated enemies of the Hebrews. No he
was doing this damage by way of God. With out the power of God
he was just another man. Remember this, nothing moves, nothing takes place with out
God. Mr, Mrs, Miss, Mz, or Ms, never did a thing with out
God. We may think we did something. I may think I am writing
this yarn. No God is letting me. I see people that takes power in
government. God gives them the power. The power can be taken away as fast
as the power was given. Samson had the power for a time. If you read your
Bible. He started to say HE killed the Lion. He killed so many of the hated
foe. It became HE, not he with the aid of GOD. Now just for a laugh. The foe of the Hebrews must have
been dumber then a post. What with this one Hebrew with this never get a
trim of the hair? All the women folk of the Hebrews have long flowing hair. The men do
not, for some reason all go get a hair cut. But this one he has hair
like a woman. Wouldn't you get to wondering why, and this guy is
strong? What’s with the hair? I think Samson forgot. With out God, he had no
power. He got it in his head he was able to do all this strong
stuff. No God gave him the power, maybe and I guess as long as he
didn't get a hair cut he had power. But his down fall started when he
said I, Me is doing all this. Remember, when he brought the house down. He asked God
to give him the power to do so. At last it came to him with out God he
could push till the cows came home, nothing would happen. We are told the hair was growing, so he was getting
stronger. Well maybe so, I am not question the Bible.
The thing is he asked God for the power. And it took some power to bring
the building down. The remains of the building has been found by the
diggers of history. Tinker and Poo; The Boys Write http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?&isbn=0-595-35741-5 ~**~**~ Cap’s Angel by Pamela Jenkins The cold wind rattled the window near my chair as I sat
at my desk, going through bills that needed to be paid. I was thankful I didn’t have to go outside in
the nippy air. The forecast was for a
hard freeze that night. It was a good day
to stay indoors. Suddenly, a sharp rap on the window startled me. I looked up to see my husband peering
in. He gestured for me to come
outside. With a groan, I stood up and
slipped on a jacket. I would have
preferred to stay where I was nice and warm, instead of venturing out in the chill. Outside, I found my husband talking to our friend, Tony,
who is an animal control officer. They
stood next to Tony’s truck where there was a break from the wind. I was about to suggest that we all go indoors
when my husband pointed at something lying in the back of the truck. I stepped closer for a better look. It was a small terrier, emaciated and dirty. He was shivering in the cold. His eyes were matted and he had several bite
wounds that were infected. “I picked up this little stray today,” Tony said. “He’s in pretty bad shape, and I don’t think
he’s going to make it…” I leaned over and whispered, “Hey, sweetie.” The little terrier stood up on shaky
legs. He squinted at me and slowly
wagged his tail. I gasped, because it
was then I realized that it was a wire fox terrier, the same breed as our dog,
Tell. That was as far as the resemblance
went, however. Tell was healthy and well
kept, but this fellow was in such poor condition that his future was uncertain. I felt a tug at my heart when I heard my husband say, “My
wife wants him.” Tony seemed to hesitate, as if he weren’t sure we were
prepared for the task ahead of us. As he
handed the dog to me, I was surprised at how feather-light the little body
felt. I murmured my thanks as I hugged
the dog tightly and hurried indoors. The first order of business was to fill that empty
tummy. I poured a bowl full of dog food,
and turned around to see the dog’s ears perk up and his attention on the
dish. “Nothing wrong with your appetite,”
I said with a smile as I watched him eat with gusto. After licking the bottom of the bowl, he
curled himself on some warm blankets I laid out for him. In a few moments he was fast asleep,
exhausted but no longer starving. Later that afternoon, shampoo and towels in hand, I gave
him a bath. Layers of dirt and debris
were rinsed off, and his bite wounds were cleaned. As I unbuckled his soiled collar, I realized
this was someone’s pet. How unfortunate
that he had no identification tags to help locate his owner. After a second bowl of food was gulped down, the terrier
snuggled in his blankets for another nap.
I told my husband, “He’s bright and alert, eating well, and I think he’s
going to make it.” My husband seemed
skeptical and warmed me that we still had a long way to go before this dog was
healthy again. In spite of his warning,
I went to bed happily thinking of a name to call our little guest. Tell was named after a Louis L’Amour
character. I hoped another character’s
name would be a perfect fit. I decided
we would call him Cap after the feisty little cowpoke that befriended the
Sackett family in so many L’Amour western novels. The next morning, a happy little dog with a terrible case
of diarrhea met me. My husband asked,
“Just how much did you feed him yesterday?
You know, you almost killed him with kindness.” He gave a chuckle as I cleaned up the results
of my “kindness”. I couldn’t help
myself, I told him. Poor Cap had looked
a little hollow and needed filling out.
I vowed to feed in moderation after that episode, and I have to think
Cap agreed with the new menu. We took things one day at a time, and Cap slowly began to
put on weight. His wounds healed and
hair began to grow back in bald places.
One day I noticed I couldn’t feel his ribs or hipbones anymore, and that
hollow look was gone forever. After several
weeks of searching for his owner with no results, we decided that little Cap
was here to stay. Of course, Tell was ecstatic to have a companion to spend
time with. What could be merrier than a
wire fox terrier? I have to say it would
be having two terriers in the house.
Double the trouble and twice the fun, that’s their motto! Whether digging holes in the yard, treeing
squirrels, or raiding their toy box and scattering squeakies through the house,
those boys are busy sunup to sundown with their mischief. This morning, I looked out the kitchen window at Tell and
Cap romping in the yard. I felt a surge
of pride in my two beautiful little terriers, well groomed and wearing matching
collars. I hope that if the unthinkable
happens again, they’ll both be safely returned to their home with the help of
their ID tags. I know it only takes a
second for one to slip out the door or gate, and they’re off on a great
adventure that could have disastrous results.
I love my guys and want them to be safe always. As my husband walked up behind me, he asked, “Any idea
what you want for your birthday this year?”
I considered my pair of mischief-makers that have brought so much joy
into our home, and a husband that knows my heart. After a moment, I turned to give Cap’s angel
a hug and tell him I already had all I could ever want! Pamela Jenkins calicoblessings@aol.com ______________ Pamela Jenkins lives in ~**~**~ 15 MINUTES Joe Mazzella Joe Mazzella joecool@wirefire.com Poetry Corner ~**~**~ ~Gift Of Another Day~ Mary Dees Webbed wings taking flight, Crescent moon glaring. Cold, is the air tonight, Starless sky preparing. Trees shed orange leaves, That lay damp in the ditch. Time casting no reprieve, Change happens just like this. Morning feathered friends approach, Sun slipping by the bay. Warmth found a way to coach, Back into the day. Dry crackling whirlwind, Sharp breeze dancing slower. Night will tickle time again, When day beckons to be over. By Mary M. Dees marlena7694@yahoo.com Readers Feedback Thanks so much for sharing my words 3 days in a row.
It was a real honor Michael thanks so much for sharing your
column Hearts and Humor Donations are needed to help with the
operating expenses of running the newsletter and to keep Storytime Tapestry the
quality newsletter you are so accustomed to.
Please note that Storytime Tapestry is a
free newsletter to members and there will never be a cost for the newsletter. Donations are purely voluntary and no member
should ever feel guilty for not making a donation at this time. Angels on earth, they exist they are out there. Angels come in all ages, shapes and sizes,
civil status, and religion. Their nature
is love and their purpose is giving to the less fortunate of this world. Storytime Tapestry angels are no
exception. These angels are loyal
members who have contributed to the upkeep of Storytime Tapestry newsletter so
that Storytime Tapestry can continue come to your email Here is our Storytime
Tapestry Angels. Also, I would like to thank those of you who chose to
be a silent angel and gave an anonymous donation to keep Storytime
Tapestry up and running. Clara Westerfer Mark Crider Rosanne Catalano Paula Booher Mary Ellen Grisham Louise Nomani Sharon Bryant Angela Walker Hart and Helen Dowd Keith Ready Mary Ellen Grisham Ginger Morgenstern Ellie Braun-Haley Surinder Jandu 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; Pringle, Sandra Lewis; 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, Moderator Clara Westerfer – moderator Bob Johnston - moderator
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