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STORYTIME TAPESTRY

March 4, 2005

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FAMOUS DOG KIDNAPPED

BY,

LOREN MOORE AND PAMELA JENKINS

LOREN WRITES;

MY NAME IS LOREN MOORE AND I'M A REPORTER FOR THE "OKMULGEE DAILY
TIMES" NEWS PAPER IN OKMULGEE, OKLAHOMA. ONE OF OUR COLUMNIST BY THE
NAME OF NANCY MILLER GAVE ME A TIP ABOUT A DOG THAT WAS A WALKING
BLOOD BANK FOR A VETERINARIAN BY THE NAME OF STANLEY JENKINS.

IT BEING A SLOW DAY NEWS WISE I THOUGHT I WOULD GO INTERVIEW THIS
VETERINARIAN JENKINS. WE HADN'T HAD A SHOOTING OR A FATALITY CAR
WRECK OR A BANK ROBBERY ALL DAY AND I NEEDED SOMETHING FOR A STORY
FOR THE EVENING PAPER.

I DROVE OUT TO THIS VET'S CLINIC AND WENT IN THE FRONT DOOR. THERE
WAS THIS PRETTY YOUNG LADY SITTING BEHIND A COUNTER, SO I ASKED HER
IF I COULD SEE THE DOCTOR. "I'M SORRY BUT HE IS OUT ON A CALL RIGHT
NOW. CAN I HELP YOU?"

A DOCTOR THAT MAKES HOUSE CALLS! MAYBE I SHOULD USE HIM FOR MY DOCTOR,
I THOUGHT. "WELL ACTUALLY I'M HERE TO DO A STORY ABOUT THIS DOG THE
CLINIC HAS THAT IS A BLOOD DONOR FOR OTHER DOGS THAT NEED A
TRANSFUSION. MY NAME IS MOORE AND I'M A REPORTER FOR THE OKMULGEE
DAILY TIMES. IS THERE SOMEONE ELSE THAT COULD HELP ME?"

"WHY I THINK THE DOCTORS WIFE COULD TELL YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT TO
KNOW ABOUT JOE."

"THAT WOULD BE FINE, WHERE COULD I FIND MRS. JENKINS?"

"YOU'RE TALKING TO HER."

"OH, WELL I GUESS THAT'S NICE, BUT ARE YOU SURE YOUR NOT HIS
DAUGHTER?"

"PALEEESE MR. MOORE I TOLD YOU I WOULD HELP YOU WITH YOU STORY. LET'S
NOT GET CARRIED AWAY."

I TOOK MY LITTLE NOTE BOOK OUT OF MY HIP POCKET AND THE STUB OF
PENCIL I HAD IN MY SHIRT POCKET AND WAS READY TO TAKE NOTES. MRS.
JENKINS TOLD ME ABOUT THIS DOG NAMED "JOE" THEY KEPT FOR THE SOLE
PURPOSE OF PROVIDING BLOOD FOR DOGS THAT NEEDED TRANSFUSIONS. I
LICKED THE POINT OF MY PENCIL AND WITH MY TONGUE STICKING OUT THE
CORNER OF MY MOUTH, TOOK NOTES ABOUT WHAT SHE WAS TELLING ME.

AFTER SHE FINISHED WITH HER STORY I ASKED IF I COULD SEE THIS DOG AND
TAKE HIS PICTURE. "SURE YOU CAN." MRS. JENKINS SAID. "JUST FOLLOW ME."

WE WHEN OUT BACK OF THE CLINIC AND THERE WERE A BUNCH OF PENS WITH
DOGS IN THEM. WE WALKED UP TO THIS ONE THAT HAD THE GATE OPEN AND MRS.
JENKINS LOOKED INSIDE.

"JOE'S GONE" SHE SCREAMED.

PAMELA WRITES;

Pamela frantically turned and ran back and forth between the other
enclosures. She peered into each one and scanned all the happy faces,
looking for Joe's familiar black and white one. "I can't believe he's
gone!" she cried.

Loren, always uncomfortable when a woman cries, shifted his feet
awkwardly. Finally, he said, "Well, I'm sure sorry you lost your dog..
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Pamela said, "Joe's not just any dog, he's part of our family! We
raised him from a puppy. He rides to work with me in the mornings. We
take walks together during my lunch break. He's my best buddy. Where
could he have gone?"

Pamela studied the latch on Joe's pen. "Somebody has tampered with
the latch. We always secure it in case one of our patients is an
escape artist. His lock on the door is missing." Pamela's eyes
narrowed in suspicion. "I think someone TOOK Joe out of here!"

Ah, now we're getting somewhere, Loren thought to himself. I can
smell a great story here...

Loren writes:

"WHY WOULD ANYONE STEAL YOUR DOG, MRS. JENKINS. MAY I CALL YOU PAM?"

"I'M NOT SURE MR. MOORE, BUT THE MORE I THINK ABOUT IT, THE SURER I
AM THAT HE HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED. MAYBE I SHOULD SAY DOGNAPPED. WILL YOU
STOP TAKING MY PICTURE."

"LOOK I'M JUST TRYING TO HELP YOU. I'LL RUN A STORY IN THE PAPER,
SAYING YOUR DOG IS MISSING AND YOU ARE HEART BROKEN. THE PHOTOS WILL
HELP CALL ATTENTION TO THE STORY. AND STOP CALLING ME MR. MOORE. THAT
WAS MY DAD, I'M JUST LOREN.

WE WENT BACK INSIDE AND PAM CALLED HER HUSBAND ON HIS CELL PHONE. I
DIDN'T HEAR THE CONVERSATION, BUT SHE WAS CRYING AGAIN WHEN SHE CAME
BACK OVER TO ME.

"PAM ARE YOU GOING TO CALL THE POLICE?"

"NOT RIGHT NOW, STANLEY TOLD ME NOT TO DO ANYTHING UNTIL HE GETS BACK.
"

"WELL I'VE GOT TO GET BACK TO THE PAPER AND FILE WHAT I HAVE IF I'M
GOING TO GET THE STORY IN THE EVENING PAPER."

I WENT OUT TO MY CAR AND DROVE BACK TO THE OKMULGEE DAILY TIMES
BUILDING. I WENT UP TO MY DESK AND SAT DOWN AT MY TYPEWRITER AND
STARTED TYPING THE STORY. ABOUT HALF WAY THROUGH MY STORY, I STOPPED
TYPING AND TOOK A BOX OF CRACKER JACKS OUT OF THE BOTTOM DRAWER OF MY
DESK AND OPENED IT. THE TOY IN THIS BOX HAPPENED TO BE A LITTLE
PLASTIC DOG.

I WONDERED IF THAT WAS A MYSTERIOUS SIGN THAT I WOULD FIND THIS
KIDNAPPED DOG.

PAM WRITES;

The phone on Loren's desk suddenly rang out, causing him to jump and
spill his Crackerjacks on his lap. Brushing off the crumbs, he
muttered to himself as he reached for the receiver.

"Hello!" he barked.

"Mr. Moore, I mean, Loren? This is Pam. I'm calling about our missing
dog, Joe."

"Yes, Pam. Have you found him yet?" Loren asked.

"No. When Stanley got back from his farm call, he gathered all our
staff members together for a meeting. They were surprised to find out
that Joe was missing, too. I mean, a thief would have to walk right
past some of them to get to Joe's run. It had to be someone pretty
sneaky to get him out of here right under our noses."

"When was the last time someone there saw Joe?" Loren asked,
scrambling on his desk for paper to write on and a pencil with a
sharp enough point. He made a mental note to himself to ask Johnnie,
his secretary, to get him a new box of pencils for his desk drawer.

Pam said, "Our groomer gave Joe a treat only a few minutes before you
showed up asking about him. She said she was sure that she locked the
gate back behind her. Then she stepped out to the barn to gather up
some supplies. That's when she saw them. Oh, hold on a moment..."
Loren heard the muffled sound of voices over the receiver, like Pam
had covered it with her hand.

"Hey, saw who?" Loren asked loudly.

"Sorry about that," Pam said. "This place is in an uproar right now.
We all want Joe back and the staff is in tears. They're afraid of
losing their jobs, now that they've lost their Boss' favorite dog.
They feel so responsible."

"Yeah, yeah, but WHO did the groomer lady see when she went out to
the barn?" Loren asked impatiently.

"Two little boys, hiding behind the mimosa tree."

LOREN WRITES:

AFTER I HUNG UP THE PHONE, I FINISHED TYPING THE STORY FOR THE
EVENING EDITION OF THE DAILY TIMES. I DIDN'T MENTION THE TWO BOYS IN
TONIGHT'S STORY. I HOLLERED FOR THE COPY BOY, GAVE HIM MY STORY AND
LEFT THE BUILDING.

ON THE WAY OUT I PASTED NANCY AND TOLD HER ABOUT JOE BEING MISSING.
"OH MY GOODNESS, STANLEY AND PAMELA MUST BE HEART BROKEN. I'M GOING
RIGHT OVER THERE."

I WAS HUNGRY, SO I WENT TO "WHAT-A-BURGER" AND GOT A BURGER, FRIES
AND A ROOT BEER FLOAT. WHEN I FINISHED THEM I GOT ME A DOUBLE DIP OF
CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM ON A CONE AND WENT BACK TO MY CAR.

I WAS SITTING THERE TRYING TO DECIDE WHAT TO DO NOW, WHEN I THOUGHT I
WOULD DRIVE BACK TO DR. JENKINS CLINIC. MY ICE CREAM WAS MELTING
FASTER THAN I COULD EAT IT AND IT WAS RUNNING DOWN MY ARM AND
DRIPPING OFF MY ELBOW ONTO MY PANTS.

AS I PULLED UP IN FRONT OF THE CLINIC, IT WAS WELL PAST FIVE O'CLOCK.
KNOWING FIVE O'CLOCK WAS THEIR CLOSING TIME, I WAS SURPRISED TO SEE
SEVERAL CARS STILL THERE. NANCY'S CAR WAS ONE OF THEM.

I THREW WHAT WAS LEFT OF MY ICE CREAM CONE DOWN AND TOOK OUT MY
HANDKERCHIEF AND WIPED OFF MY HAND AND ARM AS BEST AS I COULD. I
DIDN'T NOTICE THE BROWN DROPS ON MY PANTS.

I WENT UP TO THE DOOR AND TRIED THE KNOB. IT WAS LOCKED, SO I BANGED
ON THE DOOR WITH MY FIST. A VOICE FROM INSIDE SHOUTED, "WE'RE CLOSED,
IF IT'S NOT AN EMERGENCY COME BACK TOMORROW."

I BANGED ON THE DOOR AGAIN. THIS TIME PAM OPENED THE DOOR. "PAM
WHAT'S GOING ON?"

PAMELA WRITES;

"Oh, hello again, Loren. Come right in. We're organizing a search
party and would sure be glad of your help."

"I'll do what I can," Loren replied. It was late and he was tired,
but he couldn't turn away from the opportunity to help find Joe.

Loren walked into the reception room of the clinic and around the
corner to Doc's office. The room was full of the clinic's staff and
one or two other people Loren didn't know.

"One of the first things we should do is search the surrounding
neighborhood," said Doc. "Since there were no cars noticed nearby, I'm
assuming someone walked away from here with Joe. Maybe they took
him somewhere close by. I want each of you to especially try to talk
to any kids you see. There aren't too many things that a little kid
won't notice when they're out playing. Who knows, maybe they saw
someone walking away with a spotted bird dog."

Doc started handing a stack of papers around, and everyone took
several sheets. On it was a picture of Joe and the words Lost Dog and
Reward. "Right now we're going to let people think that Joe is simply
a lost dog. And hopefully a reward will make someone give us a call.
Everyone take a handful of tacks and pin these posters up or hand
them out door-to-door." As the group started to leave, he added, "And
be careful. Maybe it's just a couple of kids who liked the dog and
wanted to take him home, but we're not sure right now." One by one,
the searchers left the office and began walking through the
neighborhood.

Loren writes:

THE SEARCHERS HAD PAIRED UP SO NO ONE WOULD BE BY THEMSELVES. LOREN
AND NANCY DECIDED TO GO TOGETHER. THEY HUNG BACK UNTIL ALL THE OTHERS
HAD LEFT AND NANCY TOLD PAM THAT SHE AND LOREN WOULD KEEP A STORY
GOING IN THE PAPER. MAYBE THAT WOULD HELP FIND JOE.

JUST AS NANCY AND LOREN WERE GOING OUT THE FRONT DOOR, THERE WAS A
"WOOF, WOOF, WOOF" AT THE BACK DOOR AND THEN A TIMED KNOCK. STANLEY
OPENED THE DOOR AND JOE RAN INTO THE ROOM. THEN TWO SMALL BOYS CAME
IN AND THE LARGEST ONE SAID, "I'M SORRY DAD."

DAD, DAD! LOREN THOUGHT, AND THAT'S ALL HE HEARD BECAUSE STANLEY AND
PAM WERE HUGGING THE DOG AND THE TWO BOYS. NANCY GRABBED LOREN BY THE
ARM AND DRAGGED HIM OUT THE FRONT DOOR.

"IT LOOKS LIKE WE WON'T HAVE TO GO SEARCH THE NEIGHBORHOOD AFTER ALL.
" NANCY SAID.

"WELL THERE GOES MY STORY ABOUT THE FAMOUS DOG BEING KIDNAPPED."
LOREN CRIED. "I WOULD HAVE BET A DOLLAR TO A HOLE IN A DONUT THAT JOE
HAD BEEN KIDNAPPED FOR A RANSOM."

"COME ON NANCY, LET'S STOP AT THE WHAT-A-BURGER AND I'LL BUY YOU A
DOUBLE DIP OF ICE CREAM."

"THANK YOU LOREN, BUT I'LL PASS ON THE ICE CREAM. I'VE GOT TO WATCH
MY GIRLISH FIGURE."

THE END

Loren Moore
caddo @ digitex.net

MY NAME IS LOREN MOORE AND I'M 72 YEARS OLD AS OF 11-12 04. I HAVE
BEEN MARRIED TO MY WIFE JOHNNIE FOR 53 YEARS AS OF 11-14-04. NOW THAT
I'M IN MYOLD AGE I DECIDED TO WRITE ABOUT SOME OF THE THINGS THAT
HAPPENED TO ME AND MY FAMILY. THESE STORIES ARE 90% TRUE AND 10%
FICTION. MY WIFE JOHNNIE SAYS THEY ARE 10% TRUE AND? 90% FICTION.
MAYBE THEY ARE SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN. BE THAT AS IT MAY HERE ARE MY
STORIES. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THEM.

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An Exciting Welcome To Arma
By Richard Sims

We have a ditch or small creek between us and our neighbors that
separates our yards. This is one of the city's main water ways here
in town. Last summer, after the rains, the ditch stood full of water
with out the city maintaining it.

With the threat of West Nile disease from the mosquitos breeding in
the standing water, Jackie and I decided that we would go to the city
council meeting and ask the city of Arma to do something about the
standing water in the ditch. We had to get put on the city council's
agenda and wait a week for them to listen to what we were trying to
tell them.

At the city council meeting the next week, the issue was tabled
before the council men by Jackie and I. They all agreed that
something should be done about the ditch standing full of water. And
then they agreed it was up to the land owners to maintain the ditch,
The city supervisor spoke up and said it was one of the city's main
water ways, and that the city should do something about it.

Well, the city council members all agreed that they would fix the
ditch and then they would leave it up to the property owners from
there on. The very next week they brought in their backhoes to dig
fall into the ditch to make it drain.

With a backhoe on each side of the ditch, it took them about three
working days to finish and haul all the dirt away. A week later,
while Jackie and I where working in our garden not to far away from
the ditch, we saw a man on a golf cart pass through the yard. We had
no idea of who he was or what he wanted. At the end of our property
the guy turned to come back through the yard again.

I told Jackie I would see who it was and what they wanted. It was
about 6:00 P.M. The man who was driving the golf cart seemed to be
weaving back and forth coming toward us. Jackie and I both thought he
had been drinking by the way he was dressed and the way the golf cart
was weaving. I stepped out in front of the cart to find out what was
going on, and why he was driving a golf cart through our yard.

The man driving the golf cart screamed at me telling me to just leave
him alone or he would beat the shit out of me. That he was a city
council member and we didn't appreciate a thing the city of Arma had
done for us. And then he started yelling and screaming again how he
was going to stop the golf cart and make me get away from him.

Well, being from southwest Missiouri, the Show Me state, I told him
to come on and show me. I had about all of his screaming and yelling
I was going to take. City councilman or not, he was not going to
treat me this way on my own property. Instead of getting off the cart
and backing up his word, he rode off the property and took off
through the yard of the apartments accross the alley. Then he rode to
the police station telling them that I threatened him. He told them
that I said I would whip him like a red-headed stepchild.

Jackie and I loaded into the van and went to the police station,
finding all of this out. We were allowed to tell our side of the
story and told not to worry about it, nothing would come of it. What
an exciting welcome to Arma.

Richard Sims
armaksman @ yahoo.com

About Me:
I am Richard D. Sims of Arma, Kansas, I am
46 Years old. I was born and raised in
Granby, Mo. the oldest mining town in
southwest Mo.
I enjoy writing poems, short stories and
just being able to cheer up people!
My hobbies are 1/4 mile drag racing,
wood crafts and spending quality time with
my family, and serving our lord Father in
heaven.

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The Paul Revere Syndrome

By Ken Swarner

Sometimes, as I'm raising my daughter, I feel like I'm a citizen of
Lexington in 1775 when Paul Revere blew into town shouting about the
British. Or, better yet, I feel like his horse.

My daughter is always rushing into a room as if her britches are on
fire. No matter what may be going on before she arrives, she'll burst
onto the scene, jump onto my body and shout her news into my ear as
if the information will explode in her mouth if she doesn't spit it
out right away. It doesn't matter where I am - the couch, bed,
gardening - she pounces like Tigger.

"DAD, GUESS WHAT? MOM BOUGHT OREOS AT THE STORE!"

"Great," I'll say, quietly in my attempt to model the correct level
of indoor voice volume. "That's exciting, isn't it?"

"YEAH!"

Once, she tackled me while I was in the hammock.

"DAD, DO YOU WANT SOME GUM?"
I shook my head 'no.'

"WHY? WHAT'S WRONG?"

"Your knee is crushing my windpipe."

Child psychologists say that some children have limited concepts of volume level and decorum. To these children, everything is exciting and new and they can't wait to express it. The experts call this "normal."
I call it: "Nap's over."

Funny thing is, I expected my daughter's "Paul Revere" behavior to taper off sometime around age 8, or at the very least 10. My daughter is 12 and she's still consuming a room.

"DAD, GUESS WHAT? DEGRASSI IS ON TV RIGHT NOW. IT'S THE BEST SHOW IN THE WORLD. YOU'VE GOT TO COME DOWNSTAIRS RIGHT NOW AND WATCH IT WITH ME. YOU'LL LOVE IT!"

"I can't."

"WHY NOT?!"

"You Charlie-horsed both my legs."

This whole issue, of course, exemplifies one of the great challenges
of parenting - how to successfully live with our kids without
dampening their spirits. Or, in other words, finding solutions other
than locking the children in their rooms until they are 20.

It's neat that my daughter finds life so exciting. It's a lot of fun
to watch her eyes grow round in their sockets with excitement as she
merrily relays the stories of her life. There aren't enough people in
the world like that. I want her to grow up and go into the world
spreading that kind enthusiasm. I want her to embrace life fully and
be happy. I want her to never lose that enjoyment of the simple
things in life.

It's just that in the process I'd like to retain at least 20 percent
of my hearing.

My wife said we shouldn't try to dampen our daughter's vivacity in
any way. "Let her embrace life," my wife said. "So what if she's loud
and excited - we should all be more that way."

"Great," I replied. "But be sure to let me know how that works out
for you the next time she flings open YOUR shower door and shows you
the frog she rescued from the cat's mouth."

My wife said I was a stick in the mud.? Well, I mean, I think that's
what she said...I can't hear a thing.

Ken Swarner
kenswarner @aol.com

Now Available - "Whose Kids Are These Anyway? the hilarious
new book by Ken Swarner (Penguin/Putnam). Available at
bookstores everywhere.

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WAIT FOR IT.

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Violet Apted

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Shades of evening were falling as Jocky stepped off the gangway onto
the? quayside. The sound of the ship's bell ringing made him hesitate,
but much? as he loved his life at sea, Jocky loved tomatoes even more.

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The food on board had been good, but his footsteps became more
determined as? he walked through the dockside gate. Without so much
as a glance back at his? ship he turned into the dingy street,
muttering to himself.

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"Never any tomatoes, never any tomatoes."

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No one paid much attention to him as he made his way to Old Ma
Thompson's? lodging house. His mind filled with memories of her
garden and the tomato? patch. He smacked his lips as he remembered
the taste of the breakfast she? dished up every day. The plates were
always brimming over with his favourite? tomatoes.

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He was almost running by the time he reached the main road. Unused to
traffic and his attention distracted he stepped out, not even seeing
the? large truck that crushed his body into the bitumen.

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Had he seen it he might have seen the irony of it all, because
painted in? large red letters on the side of the truck were the words.
'JOCKIE'S? FAVOURITE TOMATOES'.

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Unaware of the accident the truck driver turned on to the dockside,
where? his cargo was stowed on board the very same ship that Jocky
the Cockroach? had just left!

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THE MORAL

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The moral to this story is, that the unknown can crush you, but
everything comes to those who wait!

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?© Copyright Violet Apted
Violet Apted
violet77 @optusnet.com.au

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Work: Freelance writer and Tutor U3A
Creative writing

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I am Originally from Sussex and Kent UK.
Emigrated to Australia 27yrs ago and now
live in Queensland .

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I can write in any genre and have many
stories and poems published in Magazines.
I self published a book of my own poetry
book, Titled `A POSY OF VIOLETS and a book
of poetry for my pupils.

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I have completed my first novel a Murder
abduction story and now writing my second.
I think my favourite writing would have to
be children's stories. (Pen name Violet
Apted)
http://www.powerup.com.au/~strummer/violet
/Htmls/MainFrame1.htm

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SENIOR WRITERS

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Agee,Vance, Apted,Violet, Baker,Kathy, Batt,Al, Berry,Nell,

Boda,Ginger, Bryant,Sharon, Cassady,B.J., Crider,Mark,? Deming,Barb,? ? Goodier,Steve,

Harris,Kathy Anne, Jacobson,Gary, Kiser,Roger Dean,? ? Jenkins,Pamela, Liles,Norma,

Mazzella,Joe, Moore, Loren,? ? Ojeigbe,Georgewaters, Sims,Richard, Vaknin,Sam,

Walker,Joe, Whirity,Kathy,? White,Robert

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Publisher: Carol Roach-founder

Moderator: Thelma Hartselle-co founder

Chief writer: Loren Moore-co founder,

Co-Publisher, Moderator: Kathy Baker

Moderator, Publicity Director

Moderator: Clara Wersterfer

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Answers to Prayers:

I am sure prayers are working. My leg still looks like raw meat but I am hopeful this new doctor is going to do her best to keep from having to do a skin graft if possible. I go back to her again tomorrow, she is going to keep a close eye on it I believe.

I know a lot of people have been praying
and I am so thankful.

Betty King

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Prayer Request:

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To all:

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Cindy Morrison, James's aunt went into the hospital to have stient put

in her legs, while they had her out she had a massive? stroke on her? left side.

They don't know for sure if she is going to pull through.

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All of your prayers for her would be deeply appreciated,

God bless you all

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Richard & Jackie Sims and James Morrison

armaksman @ yahoo.com

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