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Prayers are needed for one of our newest senior writers, Gorden (Pop) Warner, who has explained his long absence - refer to the writers feedback section for more details. Congratulations goes out
to Dianna Doles Petry for making senior writer. Remember if you have not yet become a senior writer and would like to be, you need to have 25 published articles for that.
Now on to the good stuff..........
Animal awareness
series endorsed by Holly is ready for
Spring Donna
Stebbins Holly is our wonderful cat. You can see
a picture of her on our home page at http://www.hibbsandheekspetcenter.com, on the bed with Heeks. Holly has
her own webpage on Hibbs and She doesn't seem to mind
being in the house and when the weather is warm she is allowed to go out on
the backporch which is surrounded by windows so she can see everything
outside. She goes in and out my bedroom window to reach the
porch. In the cold weather the window is kept closed so she has to stay in
the house. I let her out there on occasion but she is usually right
back at the window pounding to come in if it is to cold. Once the
weather is warm enough I leave the window open and she comes and goes
as she pleases. The backporch is
Holly's territory. The dogs pass through there to go outside but it is
really Holly's domain and she loves it. She lounges in the sun, gets
up under the blankets on the couch out there and jumps on the dogs
occasionally as they pass by her. I know she likes it out there because
when that window is closed she meows and paws at the window when she wants to go
out there which is just about every morning. Now that Spring is on
the way Holly will again enjoy the freedom of her "outdoors".
If I have to keep Holly inside for safety sake I would like
her to be as happy as possible. Do you have a special way for
your indoor pet to enjoy a feel of outdoor life? If so, please feel free
to share by sending an email to us and we will publish your story in
our next newsletter. Donna??™s
newsletter: To subscribe to
Hibbs and Heeks Pet Center Newsletter please send an email with Join
in the subject line to hibbsand @hibbsandheekspetcenter.com Cats are great and they are wonderful
companions. It is fun to pamper our feline pals when we can. Here
are a few places you can go to online to find fun things for your cat.........
Catsplay.com, and Pamperedpetmart, Holly has her own blanket that she lays on
quite a bit, it is a good hair catcher and she loves it too. You can
get your kitty a personalized blanket at Petblankets.com Oh and if you don't want to leave
out dog considerations you can go to the doggiftshop.com. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Today's Queue
Stories
THE BOY NOMSO (September
2004) BY GEORGEWATERS OJEIGBE
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Children are really a source of
concern. Sometimes, they could make
you feel nerve high, but they are your kids and you have got nothing to do to
them. You can not send them out of
the house because you brought them into this world. Well, in this part of the
world. It is a taboo for parents to
disown their upspring no matter what offence the child might had committed. That is why we have this parable here
which says ???who go say him mama soup no sweet (Who will say his or her mother??™s
soup is not tasteful)???? And it??™s
really so here. Not matter what
your child does is never wrong to you before the public and verse versa; that is
whatever parents do is never wrong in the sight of the children before the
public. But when you get back home
it becomes wrong and the confrontation is always within the home. We keep the truth to ourselves
protecting our kids from the public criticism. But later on in life when your child
grows up to become worthy in the society all the past becomes a source of fun
each time you remember his or her offences. That time becomes blissful in you now
memory as you will always smile in his or her coming home for a visit.
But if the child becomes unworthy
later in life, the pain, you will bear alone as the public starts to make jest
of you both openly and the secret.
When you pass by, you will become
the topic of the moment. When
trouble emanate in your house they come to settle but in the aim to get the
latest jest. Although, my neighbour??™s son Nomso
is not such troublesome a child, he is just too forward for a typical African
child. Just last week before the resumption
of school, Nomso who is just about 5 to 6 years confronted his mother and said
???mom, school is resuming next week???.
His mother said ???I know???. ???You don??™t know???, Nomso replied his
mother. ???Nomso, I hate when you confront me
whenever you want to have your way??? his mother quarried. ???Mummy, I am not confronting you,
but you know you have not told daddy and daddy has not bought my new books for
school??? Nomso defended himself. ???eeeh, you this child, eeeh, you
this boy, I wonder where you got your spirit from??? his mother
gasped. ???Mummy, I am sorry but
you??¦??? ???but what???? his mother cut him
short. ???eh, ah, eh, you kno??¦, if I d-o, eh,
ah, eh g-e-t t-h-o-se b-o-o-k-s m-y tea--cher w-i-l-l, w-i-l-l f-l-o-g m-e
mu-mmy now??? Nomso stammered. ???But how would you know if I had
told your daddy about your school items when you don??™t sleep in the same bed
with your dad and I???? His mother put up a challenge. ???Mu--mmy, e-v-e-r s-i-n-c-e I
started my holidays you have never told daddy about my school??? Nomso managed to
reply his mother. ???Ah, you this boy, you think you can
put me in trouble, please stop that statement otherwise I will slap your face to
the wall??? his mother sounded hash this time around. Nomso, now crying said ???but ---
mu-mmy, you know that my room is next to you and daddy??™s own, I have never heard
you discussed about my school with daddy???. ???Ah, this possessed child, how would
you know, do you expect me to be screaming at night when discussing with your
daddy about the home issues???? she answered her son with her now red eyes like
that who had just sniffed taba (grinded tobacco). Nomso, drifting backward in case of
any sudden attack from his mummy responded saying in a subtle voice ???mummy, I
always put my ears on the wall to listen if you would discuss with daddy about
my school needs, but you never did mom???, at the end of his statements he giggled
mischievously. ???Ewo, Chineke (ah, God)???, his mother
acclimated! ???I have known for long
that you are a wizard, but today, I will beat that devil away from you??? his
mother angrily remarked, now looking for a whip. She found known and took off one of her
slippers. It was now I came to her
son??™s rescue after much witnessing the whole battle between mother and
son. Nomso ran behind me and held my
waist firmly saying Uncle George please mummy wants to beat me, please, please
now, please now. Next, I became the round around the
garden, like a teddy bear??¦ as mother and son where spinning around me like the
revolving planet earth around the sun. I begged on Nomso??™s behalf but I
ended up being the victim as Nomso??™s mother in the act of aiming her son with
the slippers ended up on my left check, tamh!, tamh! The next moment I loosed my vision
as everywhere became dark as a donjon.
The slippers actually sounded like
lightening on my face bringing up sparkles. What brought me to consciousness
again was the screaming of Nomso for help.
By now mother was on the poor little defenseless child who had once again
stood his ground against his mother. I pulled his mother backward. But she only replied ???George leave me
alone oooooooh!??? Thank God for the surfacing of
another neighbour who possibly knew what was wrong. She was calmed down and now panting
like ???as the dear panted for water so my soul longth??¦??? Nomso, sorry for the beating, one
day you will become a man and a father of a home, then, may be you would stand
your ground properly but for now you mother is your
mother. (More reports later on Nomso??™s
attack on mummy, daddy, neighbours, visitors, pets etc by God??™s
grace). THE END. Georgewaters
Ojeigbe gojiegbe
@jhplc.com BIO-DATA I was born on
~**~**~ ValueSpeak A Weekly Column By Joseph Walker CONVENIENCE STORE
KINDNESS Joe
Walker
It wasn??™t exactly a crisis.
I mean, it was only a matter of 80 cents. The price of a candy bar, or a can of
soda or a bottle of water. How big
of a deal can that be?
Still, it was embarrassing.
I was short 80 cents for the gas I had already pumped, and the
convenience store clerk was not interested in my
problem.
???Thirteen dollars and 20 cents is all that I have,??? I told her for the
third time.
???You need $14,??? she said, without a trace of sympathy or understanding in
her voice.
???Can you try running the debit card through again???? I asked. ???Maybe you did it
wrong.???
She stared at me coldly. ???I
didn??™t do it wrong,??? she said.
???I??™ve already run it through twice.
It??™s denied. Insufficient
funds.???
An older woman and a teenaged girl stepped into line behind me just in
time to hear that. Wonderful. This was awkward and embarrassing. I??™ve really come to rely on that debit
card. I don??™t carry credit cards or
a checkbook, and I rarely carry much cash (it was a miracle that I had $13.20 on
me at the time). Anita and I have
learned through painful experience that it is best to keep me on a pretty short
leash financially. So I carry a
debit card for my purchases and turn in my receipts to Anita at the end of each
day. The system has worked pretty
well ??“ until now.
???Don??™t you have a credit card or a check or something???? the young woman
at the counter asked in a tone that made me want to tweak her nose
ring.
???This is all I have,??? I said as I pushed my cash toward
her.
???It isn??™t enough.???
???I know,??? I said. ???I can
bring the rest tomorrow. I just
work around the corner. I??™m in here
all the time. I promise ??“ I??™ll
bring it tomorrow.???
It must have been the suit and tie I was wearing that made her not trust
me.
???Sorry,??? she said in a way that made it absolutely clear she really
wasn??™t. ???Can??™t do
it.???
???OK, there??™s a dollar in my desk at work,??? I said. ???I can be back here in 10
minutes.???
???If you drive your car off the lot without paying I have to call the
cops,??? she said. ???They??™ll pick you
up for theft.???
???For 80 cents???? I asked
incredulously.
???Theft is theft,??? she said coldly.
???But I would be right back . . .???
???Excuse me????
A soft, gentle voice behind me suddenly interrupted the downward spiral
of my conversation with the clerk.
I turned to see the woman behind me smiling and extending her hand toward
me. ???Here??™s 80 cents,??? she said,
dropping a few coins into my hand.
My first reaction was to decline the woman??™s generous offer as a matter
of pride and principle. I was just
looking for a little compassion and understanding from this clerk ??“ that??™s all I
wanted. But then I looked into the
woman??™s eyes and realized that there was plenty of compassion and understanding
in the gas station. It just wasn??™t
behind the counter.
???Thank you,??? I said, a little embarrassed and flustered. ???How can I repay
you????
???Oh, I??™m sure sometime in the next few days you??™ll come upon someone who
can use 80 cents,??? she said. ???Give
it to them.???
I turned and dropped the coins into the clerk??™s hand. She seemed almost disappointed that she
didn??™t get to call in the police. I
probably should have said something triumphant or clever, but somehow it didn??™t
seem appropriate in the face of such
kindness.
Which, come to think of it, really IS a big deal ??“ even if it wasn??™t
exactly a crisis. Joe
Walker Valuespeak @msn.com ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Poetry Section ~**~**~ Childhood Dianna Doles
Petry Into the woods
we would sneak away, Stopping to
share a secret along the way. We had no
worries on our minds at all, We were just
children answering a call. We sang, we
laughed and even cried, There wasn't
much we were afraid to try. We had no
worries of time or season, We did things
that had no rhyme or reason. Life was so
simple for us then, I would like to
be that innocent again. Living each
moment in simple joy, It didn't matter
if you were a girl or a boy. From an infant
to a teenager and in between, Following each
sight or sound still unseen. Eager to learn
but determined to have fun, Content with
a sunny day that allowed us to run. A searching
glance with a ready smile, A ray of
sunshine to a parent from a child. Love given
freely with no demands, We still held
the future in the palms of our hands. The energy we
once possessed flew away like a bird, Gone in a flash
without a single word. One minute we
were dancing in field of hay, Then we were
grown and moving far away. There are still
times when I sneak away, When I lose
myself in what I need to say. Worries and
doubts plague me these days, But I'm still
that little girl in a few ways. I love to sing,
I love to laugh and I have to cry, I struggle with
having to tell loved ones good-bye. Secrets these
days are few and far between, The future is
still out there as yet unseen. Into the woods
we would sneak away, To be little
girls as we romped and played. Sharing a few
secrets or talking about boys, I wish I had
held on to the simple joys. Dianna Doles
Petry 2004 Dianna59 @
charter.net
**~**~ Mother Dianna Doles Petry
Mother, I wish that we could talk again, The way we did in my teenage years. I wish that you could make me laugh again, I'd forget about these falling tears.
Mother, I wish that I could explain to you, How much your love always meant to me. You stood with me and never walked away, Even when my life wasn't all you thought it should be.
Mother, sometimes I didn't seem to understand, The depth of your love and your unyielding sacrifice. I was head strong and determined to stand on my own, I often ignored your words of wisdom and your advice.
Oh mother, now you don't comprehend what I say to you, Or even care what's happening in the world around you today. I'm going to thank you now for your love and dedication, Without you, I would never have found my own way.
Mother, your life was never an easy one, You were my protector and my defender along the way. You showed us all how to forgive and taught us to live, Tools we still make good use of everyday.
Mother, your eyes have gone dim and you just stare, Into a space that no other living person can ever see. I only hope my presence comforts you in some way, As I try to return some of the love you so faithfully lavished on me.
Mother, in my heart you will always be full of life, Full of intelligence and brimming with love. I know that the angels will soon come to earth, So you can look over us from heaven above.
Dianna Doles Petry 2004 Dianna59
@charter.net
**~**~ My Little Girl Dianna Doles
Petry I can hold her hand but can??™t
take her steps, She has got to find the path she
needs to take. I can talk to her and offer her
my experience, But she??™s the one to live with
the decisions she must make. I listen to her when she thinks I
don??™t hear, I can??™t tell her this road won??™t
be hard. I can only tell her that other
women have coped, She is one holding all of the
cards. Why couldn??™t she have remained my
little girl? She wanted to be all grown up and
on her own. She cries now at the person she??™s
become, Proclaiming she wouldn??™t have
done it if she??™d known. We used to talk for hours about
the simple things, I brushed her hair and she was
safely within my reach. I tried to tell her about the
ways of the world, I tried to explain yet tried not
to preach. Now we sit alone in separate
rooms of the house, Mother and daughter with tears
silently falling. We will face a new beginning
together before long, Do I hear another little girl
calling? I can scold her but I can never
forget, How much love she brought into my
days. I can tell her that I??™m
disappointed in her, But I??™m already forgiving her in
small ways. She??™s a half-woman,
half-child, She reached out to the world far
too soon. She??™s still my little girl, soon
to be a mother, A wide-eyed wonder entranced by
the moon. Dianna Doles
Petry 2004 Dianna59 @
charter.net Proud founder
of:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Writers Feedback Listen to the
Chimes is such an inspiration to me! I will read it again to make sure it
sinks in. lol You write such inspiring words and it always speaks to
me. I love to read
the newsletter so much and get to enjoy all the stories that you all
write. Also, the poetry. There are so many and I can't remember them
by name but they are all wonderful stories and I have enjoyed every one I
read. Blessings, Sharlett As you can see, I am behind in checking my mail; had a doctor's appt today; 1. routine 2. feet swelling 3. sinus congested 4. blood workup/urinalisis/ So there you go? but your poem (listen to the chimes )really touched me; so very very pretty! I love it/love you, Mom xo Pouring our ones soul makes for a good story. Hi Carol, I am so very flattered and so humbled that I was nominated for then advanced to that of s senior writer. I recognize that it has been a protracted hiatus and of course there is an explanation due you.
These last months have been an admix of bitter disappointments, finding out that I have advanced congestive heart failure and complications on the home front. I therefore, decided (and good that I did) that I just had to much on my plate and had to back off a little.
Although most of the pressure is finally accepted or the just in the state that i am more comortable living with, there are still sticking points to be dealt with and i just have to have the courage to move on.
It is such an honor you have presented me with that i hardly know what to say except an abundance of thanks. this the first time that i have had anything that i have written that has been recognized.
i do have more poetry and (will) get it in the mail to you very shortly. Thank you again for this auspicious honor and may god truly bless and care for you now and always. Humbly Gorden 'Pop' warner Red Dust by Charith Pelpola is absolutely beautiful. Thanks so much for
sharing your work with us. Nice story,
(You Are Happy) Carol, I'm glad life turned out so well for you. I didn't
even go for the drop-dead-gorgeous type but so far, I have not found Mr. Right.
Maybe some things are not meant to
be. Listen To The Chimes - Excellent, Carol So poetical. Kay Seefeldt ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Announcements
Seeking pastors and writers to submit articles for a monthly Christian newspaper, which will begin Jan. 2006. Stories pertaining to the intervention of God's hand in people's lives and uplifting the Lord Jesus Christ. E-mail james4436@charter.net
Forty Years Ago..
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Prayer Requests Dear Prayer Warriors Please pray for my childhood friend,
Wanda. She has twisted her knee doing yard
work. It is swollen and very painful. She will see
the doctor tomorrow. Thank you for your prayers. Love, Barbara Dear Prayer Warriors Please pray for my friend Leonard and his wife
Pat. Leonard has known me since I was born. He
went to High School with my brother,
Leroy. Dear Prayer Warriors
Please pray for my cousin Kathy's father, Bob (Papa) with Hepatitis C, and for her daughter Angela with severe Fibro Myalgia. They are both in need of our Savior's touch. Please keep them in your prayers.
Love, Barbara Dear Prayer
Warriors Please keep my friend, "Boots" in your
prayers. He is having a biopsy to check for prostrate cancer
tomorrow. He is in need of our Savior's touch and our
love. His wife is my childhood
friend. Love to each one of you, Barbara
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ SENIOR WRITERS Agee, Vance; Apted, Violet; Baker, Kathy;
Batt, Al; Boda, Ginger; Bryant,
Deming, Barb; Goodier, Steve; Harris, Kathy Anne; Hunt,
Sharlette; Jacobson, Gary; Kiser, Roger Dean; Kerens, Claudia;
Jenkins, Pamela; Liles, Norma; Mazzella, Joe; Ojeigbe,
Georgewaters ; Petry,Dianna Doles Shaw,Bob; Sims, Richard; Vaknin,
Sam; Walker, Joe; Warner, Gorden K; Whirity, Kathy; White,
Robert; STORYTIME TAPESTRY STAFF Publisher: Carol Roach-founder Moderator: Thelma Hartselle-co founder Moderator: Clara Westerfer Send all inquires about the newsletter including submission requirements: Winterose @videotron.ca |
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