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Subject: July 11, 2007 - Storytime Tapestry Contributors: Charlotte Hilliard; Bill Walker; Cynthia Groopman - July11, 2007



Storytime Tapestry Newsletter

The newsletter devoted to spreading love and cultural awareness around the world.

July 11, 2007

 

Today’s Announcements

 

Today, I am introducing a new writer, who is already a Storytime Angel, bless her soul.  Charlotte Hilliard because writer #420 for Storytime Tapestry and begins her writing career with us by answering my story, Just Say No.

 My Dear Christian Friends and Family,

I am passing along a very special prayer request today.  My Aunt Nancy in Potter County is going to a doctor to find out the results to ongoing tests she has had for cancer.  She has been diagnosed with lung cancer; but the tests will hopfully reveal a good prognosis.  Obviously this has been a difficult time for her and her family, so I ask that your prayers include all of them.

They are believers.  In fact, my uncle is a pastor.  However, this does not mean they are not struggling just as much as anyone else would in their situation.  While we always should pray that God's will be done, let us also ask that His Grace shine down on them and keep them strong in face of whatever He deems as His will.

Thank you for your prayers.  You may pass this on to others in whatever form you want.  It will be appreciated.

Love, Peace and Joy,

Pam Garlick

K_P_Garlick@msn.com

 

Today’s Stories

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Can’t Say No

Charlotte Hilliard

 

Dear Carol,

 

I read your story on saying 'NO' and I saw myself in every line.

While growing up I don't remember being pressured to do anything, but once I married I felt if I said no to my husband he might leave.  I know now I could not have run him off with a baseball bat, but not then.  That was a lack of confidence in myself.

 

Later when my children came along I had to work to help my husband provide for us.  After my son was born, I started job hunting because we had $5.00 in the bank and that was it.  My Grandmother, who raised me, was a wonderful person but she always kept me in line by making me feel guilty about so many things.

 

She would not hear of anyone but herself taking care of my children, but regardless of what I did, whether for my husband, kids or her if I wasn't home at a 'decent' hour I was neglecting my family.

 

As the years passed, I became more and more caught up in the can't say 'no' attitude.  If anyone asked me to do something at work, I did it.  That was what a woman did.  Mrs. So and So asked if you would make a costume, have a luncheon, what ever; to help our an organization.  They needed me, how could I say no.

 

By the time I was in my mid-thirties, I was having panic attacks, but no one paid any attention.  I was still expected to do everything at home, work, etc.  My family thought I was faking my panic attacks.  Not one of them looked at the life I was living right beside them.  When they were all in bed at nine, I was still washing clothes, etc because I couldn't put my foot down and say no.

 

I was convinced no one would like me if I said no.  I would hurt someone's feelings.  My friend of 41 years was someone I never said no too.  I agreed with her on everything and did what she wanted to do regardless if I wanted to do whatever it was or not.

 

Finally, at the ripe old age of 61, I had enough.  I lost the friend, haven't missed her one minute.  It has become easy to flat out say no, I'm not going to do it, find someone else. 

 

But, I sit here at my computer today and I feel guilty even though I told my husband I was going to write today.  I haven't written on my stories yet, but I am writing.  This is not what women used to do when at home.  We were happy little homemakers.

 

I don't think women of our generation will ever feel completely guilt free when we do something we want to do.  I know I won't, but I'd rather feel the guilt than to say yes to everything people press on me to do.

 

Charlotte Hilliard

colmaybe@wb4me.com

 

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This I Believe # 17
Bill Walker
missourisage@yahoo.com

There are a lot of people with great amounts of wisdom, they think they know something, and don't have a clue. This I believe

I was reading about the honors being heaped on Dr. Billy Graham and the opening of his new Library; a building housing his papers and so on.  Some people needed to research a few facts before opening the mouth. Now I am sure in a way the man thought this was the case, and just said it. This I believe.

I know many a president has asked Dr. Billy to stop at the White House. Many had a great problem and needed a shoulder to cry on. While others were in need of looking good, and maybe picking up some votes, by claiming to be a great church man. This I Believe.

Now his speech had a bit about how Dr. Billy was the president's preacher from Truman to this very minute. He don't know much does he as Red Skelton would have said. This I Believe.

Harry Truman? No way was he Harry Truman's preacher. Truman didn't care for the man and made no bones about it. Read his books, he came right out and said so.

This is what I am getting at, some people think they know the facts, and it sounds good to say something, but they are a bit off the beam as Truman would have said.

I don't believe I said the great speaker’s name. Well the name is Bill Clinton. I don't think he is in Harry Truman class of being a President. Heck I don't think he is in even an average President, kind of like the one we have now. In this case
Clinton opens the mouth and words rolls out. He never looked up history of fact and figures. Well nothing new, not many do. The mouth opens and people get snowed.
This I Believe.
Tinker and Poo; The Boys Write
http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?&isbn=0-595-35741-5

 

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Poetry Corner

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The Joys Of Life
Cynthia Groopman

 

Life is as cheerfully lively as a sprightly dance,
As we laugh, sing, and bask in the golden sunshine
Of breathtaking radiance.
As the blue bird of happiness enfolds our souls
In its joyfully tuneful embrace,
Smiles rejoicingly adorn our shining face
Life is as invigorating as the fresh, cool early morning air...
Exuding hope, as dawn majestically charms us with it magnificent flare.
Life is as truly beautiful as an exquisite flora bouquet,
Permeating a softly fragrant rainbow
That dazzles us in an extraordinary way
For life is indeed a jewel that is so precious and rare,
And we thank God in heartfelt meaning full prayer.
Yes, dear life, is indeed a priceless treasure,
And we cherish and savor each and everyday in rejoicing measure.

Cynthia Groopman
Cynthia.Groopman@verizon.net


Copyright ©2004 Cynthia L. Groopman


 

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The Game Of Life
Cynthia Groopman


The game of life is so difficult for us to fathom and to play,
Because there are unexpected challenges and surprises that we must face each new
day.
Sometimes we win and sometimes we lose,
And sometimes we are laughing and then we begin to cry the blues.
We do not know whom our opponents will be,
And of course, the outcome always remains a complex mystery.
The game of life has so many rules and regulations,
And we face them with confusion and contemplation.
We do not know what will be next,
And many times we are puzzled and vexed.
So dear friends, before you begin to worry about life's unpredictable game, say
a prayer,
And God will guide you with paternal love, solace and tender care.

Cynthia L. Groopman
Cynthia.Groopman@verizon.net


Copyright ©2004 Cynthia L. Groopman


 

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Sweet Memories
Cynthia Groopman


Oh, sweet memories, cheerfully adorn my mind
With a tapestry of happy nostalgic thoughts
Relating the beauty of many lovely yesterdays.

Of a kinder and gentler place, I begin to think,
When bright smiles were radiating the warmth of fellowship's golden glow,
To a more empathetic time of friendship, I am transported,
When sincerity reigned with majestic splendor.
When people welcomed each other with open arms.
And promises were made and kept.
Oh, sweet memories, enchantingly enfold me into her tender and loving embrace,
And soothes my yearnings for the gold old days.
For whatever may come to me as I journey along life's highway,
I shall not be sad or sigh, because sweet memories will forever enrich and
brighten my day.

Cynthia L. Groopman
Cynthia.Groopman@verizon.net


Copyright ©2004 Cynthia L. Groopman

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The Chimes Of The Bell
Cynthia Groopman


Oh, come listen to the melodic chimes of the bell,
what a beautiful musical story they sing and tell.
Ringing out freedom and liberty,
bells chime with a heart that dances triumphantly.
A chime that is full of sorrow,
signifies grief and sadness that will last for many tomorrow.
A church bell that is rejoicefully ringing,
sounds like the beautiful harmonic voices of a choir joyfully singing.
For bells convey many moods,
they have different rings for many occasions, as you can hear,
and when I hear a bell that is chanting the praise of God,
I feel elated and know that the Divine presence is near.


Cynthia Groopman
Cynthia.Groopman@verizon.net


Copyright ©2004 Cynthia Groopman

 

Readers Feedback

Carol you hit ALL the nails on the head at one go on Just Say No. Tanja

 

Excellent column my friend.  I know some women and a few men too who need to read it.  I will be passing it on.  Wishing you every joy, Joe

 

Re Just Say No,      Mothers set a poor example for their daughters.  The tradition goes on, and the daughters do not learn.  It is impossible to be the perfect mother, wife, housekeeper, employee and daughter---------never mind the volunteer in spare time.  We need to learn to say NO.  We need to teach it, the goodness and health of it to our daughters.    Louise

 

Well said, Carol. Pamela

 

Hi, David

My thoughts are with you and your family on this day.

If you’ve read any of my stories, you’ll know, I’m no stranger

to grief.

 

God bless Jeremy for the good he did in this world – so much so that it continues three years later.

 

Mike

 

 

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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 box 350 days of the year.

 

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, Kay Seefeldt, Mariane Holbrook, Mary Ellen Grisham, Louise Nomani, Sharon Bryant, Angela Walker, Hart and Helen Dowd, Keith Ready, Ginger Morgenstern, Ellie Braun-Haley, Surinder Jandu, Bob Shaw, Carol Meeks

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 









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