Storytime Tapestry Newsletter

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

November 24, 2007

Today’s Announcement

Here is a third Thanksgiving Day edition because I got some entries today as well.

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Today’s Stories

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The Tradition

Sharon Bryant

When he was a little boy, he was always hanging around in the kitchen with me.  He was breaking eggs for me for making cookies by the time he was three.  As the years passed, he would sit and talk to me or watch me as I prepared meals daily and at Holidays.

My daughter was never interested in cooking when she was a child.  Just my son.  Today I learned something.  I learned that all those years of sitting with me, watching what I did, was being stored in his memory bank.

This was the first Thanksgiving I have not cooked the meal in over 35 years.  My son invited my husband and I to his house.

"Don't worry mom, everything will be perfect," he told me.

When I entered his house today, the aroma was wonderful.  I stood in awe as I saw all the "goodies" he had made. 

"Mom, I made the oyster dressing just like you always have," he said. 

I opened the oven, peeked at the bird and saw the dressing swelling from the turkey. 

"Hey, you want to sneak a bite?" I asked.

He laughed and said, "Sure, you go first."  I did.  I was amazed it tasted just like mine.

The only thing he was not sure of that would turn out ok was the gravy.  I showed him how to make it from the giblets he had in a pot on his stove.

"I always watched you cook when I was a kid," he said.  I knew what to put into the dressing and how long to cook the bird for."

Everything was perfect.  The meal was delicious.

I watched as my son washed pots and pans, just like he always saw me do.

And I knew, that one day when I am no longer here, the tradition will go on.

His children will one day eat the dressing that my family has always loved.

Stories will be told about wishbones, and Thanksgiving's from the past.

As a mom who always hoped that my children would retain just half of the things I had taught them through the years, I feel blessed today.

I hope each and everyone of you had a wonderful Thanksgiving.

God Bless,

Sharon Bryant

1946@bellsouth.net

P.S.

I cheated on one thing.  I bought a pumpkin pie and took it with me today. 

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 Heart

Dr. Harmander Singh

            His heart was beating very fast but he could not find the reason. He went to see his friend instead of going to the doctor. He knocked at the friend's door. He knocked many times but no reply came, even though the door was open. His friend was very poor but genuine for his sharing with all of the human beats of heart. His heart was still beating fast.

"Monitor, Are you here?” he shouted.

"Yes, I'm in the bathroom. Why are you knocking the door as if your heart beat is fast?” Monitor replied.

"Come on! Open the door, and then take your bath,” he again shouted.

"I'm coming,” Monitor came and opened the door.

"Hello! How are you?” Monitor asked.

"I'm fine. Thank you very much. I wanted to see you. I will sit and wait while you take bath. All right?” he said to Monitor.

"Don't bother about my bath. Moreover, why are you calling me Monitor while standing in the street and at the door? I have told you many times that I am not your class monitor now. Call me by name,” Monitor told him.

"OK. I will call you by your name. I'm sorry, Victor,” he said.

"Why have you come so early in the morning, John?” Victor said to him.

"Dear! My heart is beating very fast but I do not know the reason,” he said to Victor.

"You are silly. You are saying that you are fine how I am. Do not be so philosophic again. Have you seen a bad dream?” Victor asked him.

"No,” he replied and was silent.

"I know why your heart is beating so fast. You would have spoken rudely to someone or someone has not been genuine with you. Is it right?” Victor said while laughing and looking at his face.

"Well, you are right. I said to Charles that he speaks too much, you know, I was right but my expressions were not genuine, so he was hurt. I cannot forget his response to my saying so. I did not mean to hurt him,” he said very sadly.

"And your heartbeat is normal now, just relax and accept things as they are. Is it all right with you?” Victor said.

"Thanks, I am fine now,” he was back to his normal beauty.

            He always gets his heartbeat normal when he comes to know why it beats fast.

            Daily Moral Insight for a Peaceful Night

Is not it beautiful that our heart beats?

Is not it glory of our heart that its beats seek something?

Is not it marvelous when our heart beats fast and we are reflecting on the day to know why?

Is not the beauty of heartbeat that it bears our burdens?

Is not it like a bliss when we know why our heart beat is fast?

Dr. Harmander Singh

bhagouauty@gmail.com

Poetry Corner

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Thanksgiving Acrostic

Tanja Cilia

 O Father of Goodness,
We thank you each one,
For happiness, healthiness,
Friendship and fun;
For good things we think of,
And good things we do,
And all that is beautiful,
Loving and true.

For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food, for love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends.

Tanya Cilia

tanjachilja@hotmail.com

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Readers Feedback

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My thanks and blessings on people who allow us to share in their richness of memories and happenings in their personal life and to our dear Winterose, Carol for her faithful ness and labor to let us enjoy...God bless  Leona

Re Blood Drive by Joe Mazzella.  Thank you Joe for these beautiful truths.        Louise

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, Charlotte Hilliard, Maria Keller