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Storytime Tapestry Newsletter
The newsletter devoted to
spreading love and cultural awareness around the world.
November 17, 2007
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Today?s Announcement
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The voting for the poets now closed. By
now you have received the rules for voting for the writers. Voting for the
writers starts Nov 16th and ends November 20th.? I will announce our wonderful winners for
both the writing contest and poetry contest on the very same day.? Stay tuned for the results.
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Today?s Stories
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The Dream Readers
Bill Walker
missourisage@yahoo.com
Every one has dreams, but not every one understands dreams. In fact
there are very few that can make heads or tails of a dream. Most dreams
come about because the person who dreams is troubled in some fashion.
We all dream, I have read, what we dream because of things going on in
our every day life. I believe dreams are just an on going thing with
us. We have happy dreams, and what is called bad dreams. I have
watched my dogs dream, some of those dreams must be of all sorts, good
ones and bad ones. The little barks, the jumps and so on. I have
watched a few people in dreams. You see different movements that
tells you the person is in dream land.
In the Bible, there are two men that come to my small mind that could
understand dreams. We read of Joseph in the book of Genesis. The
dream reader, I believe you will need to read chapter 37. Joseph was
hated by his brothers, because he could understand dreams. He had
dreams, and he told of his dreams, and the meaning of them. This trait
got him in trouble. His brothers figured a way to be rid of him. Kind
of a Cain and Able deal, except he wasn't killed, just sold for some
money. Something that was done later on in the Bible. Don't you
wonder how many times there is a repeat of things in the Bible?
We read of Joseph troubles, and how one day he was called before the
ruler of Egypt, to explain a
dream. Then Joseph becomes second in
command of all of Egypt. A dream
reader that could foresee the up coming
days.
Then we read much later of the man named Daniel. Now if you would
like here is a whole book, that tells the life and times of one man.
A man who faced many days of having to make up his mind who to serve.
Now a little shot into many later years. We read in Matthew 22;21.
Render into Caesar the things which are Caesar, and unto God the
things that are God's. If you read that and think, there are times
and things that you have to do, that is of earth's government. But
you better be careful and follow the orders of God. If earth's
government tells you to break God's laws, you better do some real hard
thinking. I can think of two right now we are faced with. We have
people in power, and thase who would like to be in power that preach the
road of Sodomites, also abortion. The strange thing is these people
claim to be rock hard Christians. I have no clue what Bible these people
read, might be one of the new up to date easy to understand models, you
know the chopped up leave out what we don't like models. Sure isn't the
old fashion King James.
Daniel was told the dreams of the leaders, the wise men of the land
had no clue what the dreams was about. Daniel talked to God, and
reported back to the leaders what was to happen. In every case Daniel
was right on the money. If we read what is in the book of Daniel,
it will take us to the very end. Daniel saw the future. I trust
Daniel, sure don't know about that faker named? Nostradamus.
Tinker and Poo; The Boys Write
http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?&isbn=0-595-35741-5
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Things and Stuff
by Clara Wersterfer
Have you ever noticed how STUFF accumulates?? Just things.
What do you do with yours? Throw it out, have a garage sale, give it away
or donate it?
That sounds easy, but I have a problem. I can never let go
of anything. I mean nothing. I once asked my husband if we could buy a calf and
raise it. He gave me an emphatic "NO! It will live so long I will be too
old to dig a hole big enough to bury it when it
dies of old age. Anything that comes in this house never goes back out."
My granddaughter, April tells everyone that I do not clean
out a closet
or drawer, I rearrange it. She could be right. Recently I enlisted her
help in a closet that had the door nailed shut (kidding) to hold the items
inside. She
brought a large waste basket to hold the throw aways. The first item she
wanted to toss was a flower? vase. Well,
I couldn't throw that away.
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My daughter in Tn had sent me those flowers for my birthday
5 years ago.
Granted, I hadn't used it, but toss it out? No way.
Next item, a pair of furry house shoes. My dog Buddy had
chewed the toe out of one of them. Buddy has been gone for ten years, but those
shoes remind me of him.
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Then there was a belt I loved. Yes, I know it's 12 inches
too small, but if I lose weight...... Hanging beside it, we found a?lovely
tablecloth.
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?Okay, I know it's for
a round table and I now have a rectangular table, but I might buy a round one
sometime. It was a gift from an aunt who has passed. I have to keep it,
don't I?
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What about the box of Christmas wrapping paper I got on
sale?
Yes, I do realize hardly anyone wraps anymore with all those cute little gift
bags, but I still might use it.
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Don't forget that fur jacket that belonged to Grandmother.
No, I've never worn it, but for heaven's sake, it was GRANDMOTHERS!
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Oh! Here's a little life jacket I bought my dog when she was
a pup. I was afraid she
would fall in the lake in front of our house and drown. I made her wear
it every time she went out. Which dog, you ask? That would be Tooter, the
one born in 1972.
The shoe box full of photos of people I didn't recognize, and no names on the
back, was interesting. It belonged to my now deceased mother in law. Just
because I didn't know them doesn't mean a thing. They probably were
relatives of my mother in law. These people had taken the time to get
dressed up and have a picture taken and my MIL had kept them for some
reason or the other. No, couldn't toss those away.
That's how it went for about two hours of looking for stuff to get rid of.? We finished the closet and I do admit it
looked a lot better. Much neater and cleaner.
It was absolutely uncalled for, and I think April was being a bit
sarcastic,?when she made the remark about getting a hernia from carrying
our waste basket out with the one odd
sock and cash register receipt from Target. These days young people just do not
appreciate nostalgia.
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Clara Wersterfer
cbwest@webtv.net
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Poetry Corner
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They
Will Never Know
J. Lewis Dean
I've come to see you my
friend,
with questions that never seem
to end.
As I sit on this stone
thinking back on
our days, in that Iraqi haze
People say it wasn't worth it
a big waste
of time, but they know not the
feelings
in my heart and the questions
on my
mind.
I guess it's really true, the
protected shall
never know the full cost of
freedom, but where
does that leave soldiers like
me and soldiers
like you?
Somewhere in limbo between the
sad and alone,
and those that are gone.
Plato said it best I suppose
when he said; "Only
The Dead Have Seen The End Of
War." Because
the living soldiers carry it
with them forever and
evermore.
Rest ye well in peace my
friend, with God above,
be cradled in His kindness and
love.
And I will try to worry me
not, that they say you died
in vain.
For they were not with us, and
they could not
know the pain.
What it's like to say goodbye
to a brother, under
the cover of a truck with
bullets ablaze, in a sodden
shanty town that's nothing
more than an enemy
maze.
They cannot know the coldness
of death, in the
one hundred and twenty degree
heat. The fear of
every car that passes, blowing
up in the street.
They don't know, and never
will they know, but oh
how lucky they are to have
good soldiers like you,
to put on the uniform and ruck
up and go.
Nor do they know the
heartbreak of your parents and
loved ones, all of that
emotion.
The day in that alley I said
goodbye to you, as you
paid with the full measure of
devotion.
No.
They will never know.
J. Lewis Dean
September 03, 2007
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Readers Feedback
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?Carol,
??? I can't wait to read the rest of this series on death my
friend.
Wishing you every joy, Joe
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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.
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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, Charlotte Hilliard, Maria Keller
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