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Storytime Tapestry Newsletter The newsletter devoted to
spreading love and cultural awareness around the world. We Are Beginning the
Valentines Day Contest today. There are
still problems with Zinester so I don’t know if you will even get this issue on
time. But never the less, here goes Today’s Announcements For this contest, I am not going to add
the names to the bottom with their stories on the day they were published,
because it takes up to much space. I ask
that you keep in mind your favourites, and if you want to re-read any simply go
to Zinester archives: http://archives.zinester.com/98907 At the end of the contest I will submit
a special email where you can see the full list of contest entries. Happy 41st wedding
anniversary for Urban and Pat Wellen, we at Storytime hope we will be around to
celebrate 40 more. fleur@hamiltoncom.net Happy Birthday, Bette Tolnai from you
friends at Storytime Tapestry Dear Prayer Warriors
Join me in prayer for Bill Walker. He is going into the hospital tomorrow let's lift him up in prayer together! Lord we ask that you will be with Bill Tomorrow as he goes to the hospital to find out what's wrong. We ask that you guide the doctors hands and cause them to use great wisdom in their tests and diagnosis. Lord we put Bill into your mighty hands right now and ask you for a healing to begin in his body right now. We trust you Lord to hold Bill in your hands to give him peace like a river during this unknown situation and extra helping of faith and strength too. Lord we ask you to calm Little Girl as she will be separated from Bill for maybe a few days, I know she will be missing him too! We ask these things in the mighty name of Jesus, Amen and Amen Love to all, Barbara
Read Bill's note below: I am going to the hospital tomorrow. I noticed something that don't look right. I asked the preacher wife if she thought it should be looked about. She is a nurse. RN.. she said yes. So I might be missing for a day. if any one would care to know more,, and I don't get back to you tomorrow or later.. it might take the day, the e-mail address is
hdjordan@huskeraccess.com preacher
I will try to keep a couple others here informed sunnyboops@yahoo.com this is a church lady, who might look after Little Girl.
Finter77@yahoo.com This is friend Keith.
I know you will get an answer for sure from Keith, if I can get to him.
I think it is nothing that can't be fixed in a day or two.
Bill
Today’s Stories ~**~**~ Valentines Day Cheryl
Williams Okay.
I admit it. I don't really like Valentine's Day. It's an overrated
day full of unrealistic expectations that rarely get met for most people. Yes, I'm a
romantic. Yes, I believe in love. I have volumes of love poetry penned by
my own hand. I cry at movies. Heck, I cry during sappy TV
commercials. And I have always searched for that perfect Valentine for
any man that I have been with over the years. I've made homemade
heart-shaped cookies. I'm composed love songs for him. I've given
tins filled with chocolate kisses, stuffed animals that sing and dance.
And yes, I've given myself, dressed up in sexy red lingerie. But my
efforts have never been reciprocated. When I was
in high school, I watched as my girlfriends turned to bundles of giggles as
they received roses, jewelry, or chocolates in the traditional heart-shaped
box. I only got a card from my boyfriend. Well, actually, I did get
a necklace and a ring once....but after a few hours of wear, my fingers were
bright green, and green is not a good Valentine's Day color. When I was
in college, I will never forget this particular Valentine's Day. both of
my roomates got a dozen roses. I waited, just knowing that my time had
finally arrived. But, once again, I was wrong. I received a
postcard in the mail that said, "PM Magazine and I wish you a Happy
Valentine's Day." Evidently, it was a Valentine's Day promotion for the
show....a free Valentine postcard for a loved one. Another year I
got a card which was postmarked from But no
matter how lovely the card, a card could never match flowers and candy in my
mind. Still, I would always "ooo" and "ahh" like it
was the most beautiful and perfect Valentine in the world. I did this for
two reasons. First of all, it was to convince my friends that I was
perfectly happy with a card because I did not want them to feel sorry for
me. Secondly, it was to convince myself. But that never really
worked, because I usually cried myself to sleep, feeling like the most shallow
person in the world for wanting more. When I got
married, I continued to hope for candy and flowers. Some of my friends
even told how their husbands would wisk them away for a romantic weekend for
Valentine's Day. So my imagination would run wild with endless
possibilities. But I still got a card, usually with dinner at one of
those all-you-can-eat buffets..(because that is what he likes). One year
he looked at me with a blank stare the day before Valentine's Day and said,
"Oh...did you want me to get you a Valentine this year?" I just
looked back at him and returned the blank stare. My friends told me I
should have said, "Hell, yes...I want a Valentine!" But if I
have to ask for it, it just loses its meaning to me. I'm weird like that. One year,
after receiving only a card for Valentine's Day, I decided to play a mean trick
on my husband. The day after Valentine's Day, I went to the store and
bought myself a dozen long-stemmed red roses....since they were on sale for
half price. I brought them home, put them in a beautiful vase, and set
them on my dining table, with a tiny card attached, simply saying, "I love
you." Well, when my husband came home from work, I ran up to him,
threw my arms around his neck and said, "Oh, Honey, thank you for the
roses. I LOVE them!" He got a funny look on his face and said,
"What roses?" I pointed to them and said, "Those
roses." He walked over, looked at them...looked at the card, and
said, "But I didn't send you any roses." I just looked puzzled
for a moment and said..."Ohhh...", gave a little smile, and walked
away. After that, he never asked anything else about them, and I never told him
anything else until a few years ago. We had a good laugh over it. Did that
little stunt convince him to get me roses? Nope. I still continue
getting cards and the all-you-can-eat-buffet. And one year, he did tuck a
King Size Snicker Bar into the envelope with my card. (I almost
forgot that. And that was sweet, because Snickers is my favorite) But you
know what? I've come to realize that this is just how my husband is. So
I've decided to be happy with what I have. No, he may not overindulge me
on Valentine's Day, but he loves me every day. He rubs my aching feet
after a hard day at work. He even paints my toenails! He brings
home dinner when I don't feel like cooking. He takes care of me when I'm
sick. And these are things he does from his heart...not because he feels
obligated to. Yes, romance is nice....but romance is not the most
important thing. Besides, romance can come in many different forms. This year
will be our thirtieth Valentine's Day together. And I'm not expecting
flowers or candy. I'm really not. But if,
perchance....flowers or candy do come my way...I won't complain Cheryl
Williams Politicalgirl04@aol.com For some
reason, today I was remembering the first time I ever received
a Valentine. I'm not talking about the Valentines such as the ones
we all made for our classmates in school. I'm talking about a real
Valentine from a boy who liked me. I was in
the fifth grade. He sat behind me in class and could never seem to
keep his fingers out of my hair. He was always touching my hair gently,
and to be honest...it gave me the creeps. I really wanted nothing to do
with boys at the time. I thought they were beyond yucky. But he was
persistent. He would pass love notes to me in class with the proverbial
"Do you love me? Check yes or no". I would always check
no and give it back. The next day, I would get the same note again, just
in case I had changed my mind. His name
was Chuck, and at the time that was not a cool name to have. But it
matched him, because he was not the coolest boy in the school. He was one
of the boys nobody wanted to hang out with. He was very plain
looking with a pointed nose. He was tall and lanky, and had little personality.
He made good grades in Science, but pretty much failed his other classes. He
wasn't into sports. His family was poor, and his clothes were a
reflection of that. But for
some reason, on Valentine's Day in the fifth grade, he passed me a pink envelope.
This was different from the usual notes he passed me. I opened it,
listening to the snickers of those around me. And it was a genuine
Valentine card. I'm not talking about one of those cartoon cards.
I'm talking about the kind my dad might have given to my mother. It was
pink with a wreath made of flowers shaped into a heart. I would be lying to say
that I wasn't touched at some level by his gesture. Not only was I the
only girl in my class to receive such a card, he didn't care that everyone was
laughing at him. All he seemed to care about was my response. I
remember turning around with a smile, and saying, "Thank you," to
him. After that
day, I never saw Chuck in quite the same way. I guess you could say I had
a soft place in my heart for him. I stopped being so ugly to him, and started
talking to him. A couple of months later, Chuck moved away, and I never
saw or heard from him again. But every once in awhile, he will come to my
mind. I'll wonder what he is doing. Today I wonder if there is a
lady somewhere getting a very sweet valentine from a man who most would not
suspect as being a romantic. I smiled
to myself. Life truly isn't always as it seems. And neither are
people. Cheryl
Williams Politicalgirl04@aol.com ~**~**~ Valentine Poetry Corner ~**~**~ LOVER'S REFLECTION FOUND
irishwarlock@webtv.net ~**~**~ Night Dreams Tim Kevin – The Irish Warlock Tim Kevin ~**~**~ ~In Celebration Of You~ Mary Dees I celebrate you with pink and red ribbons, Reflections of color from the heart I
was given. I celebrate you with chocolate candy kisses, In remembrance of your sweet, forget me not
wishes. I celebrate you with bells, glitter and dance, A ballroom prepared for my love in advance. I celebrate you with bushels of wild
flowers, Balloons, confetti and star lit shared
hours. I celebrate you with a heart now believing, This time I'm worthy of the love I'm
receiving. And so as I raise my first glass of wine, My toast is to you, my precious
valentine. By Mary M. Dees
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