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April 21, 2005

Can you believe it? We have had two hundred writers share their work with us here in Storytime Tapestry. The new writer who carries the honour of being named the Writer # 200 for Storytime Tapestry is Pam Patterson. She is a very gifted poet and I certainly you all to encourage her to continually write for us. I want to thank David Wainland for recommending her to me. Pam and I go back together to a publishing site called Pearlsoup. I am very happy to have her aboard.

Congratulations goes out to Ken Swarner who is our newest senior writer.

Now on to the good stuff..........

Animal awareness series endorsed by Shiloh and Hank our mascots; all stories must receive their approval.

Maxx

Pam Patterson

He was??Ś

small, black, insistent,

a barking seal

always underfoot.

Low to the ground

clicking across the floor

he dragged the uniball full

in pursuit of food, family or

a rawhide chew.

Old, half-blind,

riddled with ailments that

would fell a human counterpart

he clicked along,

secure in his love and place, until

death caught up quickly,

painlessly??Ś

leaving

a void in the hearts

of the pack he left behind.

We miss you Maxxie Doodle.

Pam Patterson

Blkwid @comcast.net

The Book Says

Bill Walker

wildbill6807@yahoo.com

I don't get around to reading that old book called the
Bible too often. But I do remember some of what is in
there. Now I think we can talk about things and the
way it says in that book. Most of us just read it and
never give a lot of thought on what it really says. We
let the preacher, brain wash us with what ever is in
his little mind. And his thinking at that point in
time. Today this line is, well it will serve the
reason for thinking this line. Tomorrow it is wrong
and that is not what it meant. Or he puts a different

spin on it.

Now most of the ever day preachers, never studied
Latin. Greek or Hebrew,. In fact some of them don't
even know English very well. Maybe I could put on a
suit and try my luck at jumping up and down and
screaming on Sunday morning.

OK it says in the first book in the Bible, in the
first few lines God went to work. He made every thing.
The whole show was made and he rested on the seventh
day.. Now along comes Mr. Preacher, all he does is
muddy up the water.

Now if you read real close. It says nothing about you
going to live so long and die, that comes a bit later.
It also says nothing about the animal living so long
and dies. It sure says nothing about you and I eating
beef, and such. All of us and the animals will eat the
crops. Now while I got you thinking on crops. Lets do
a history class here.

It talks about corn in the Bible does it not? OK. Look
at that word real hard. It says corn more then once in
the Bible. I don't believe they had CORN as we know
corn. When white man came to what is now American,
they were shown what corn was and how to grow it by
the people living here in this land. Read your history
books. So there fore we have another place where
Mr. Preacher can jump up and down and say well it meant
something else. How does he know, he as I said
before, he as a rule don't read Latin, Greek nor
Hebrew. And that is what those people wrote the Bible
in.

Well take another look at that first chapter in that
book of books. It says God looked at all he had made
and said. "IT IS GOOD." He had made every thing. The
stars, the moon, the sun, the earth, and all that live
and move about in and on the land, and in and on the
seas. He said, "IT IS GOOD." In other words, he was
very happy with his work.

God made man, God did the first surgery. And we had
woman. Now here comes the sad part. First off, man and
woman was going about in their birthday suits. The
animals were too.

Ok man did as God told him not to do. He and dear wife
seen that they had no duds to wear. So they made a
dash to WalMart and got some leaves.. God came along
and figured things out. Well from that time on man,and
wife wore a better line of clothes. But the animal had
to supply the hides for the clothes. So poor animal
was killed, not only for it hide, but for food.

Who sinned? It was man and woman, not the poor animal.
OK lets take this another step. How come the poor
animal never got to wear clothes? I will tell you why.
The animal never went against God's orders. The
animals and the birds, and the fish didn't do the sin.
That two legged animal did.

Now this two legged animal claims to have a soul. Well
that it does say in the Bible. Even a simple mind like
I have can understand that. Now like I have said, if
you don't read real close, you are not going to get
the part where it says the animals have a here after
too. Well us people are only worried about our selves.
The devil with all the other things on this earth.

You read that book, it says in a few places
about, there will be in heaven and it named the
animals. The horse, the lion, the sheep. the cow. and
I bet there is some I haven't said a word about. Oh yes
even a snake. If a slimie snake can get there. I
believe my Little Dogs are going to be there too. OK
your Cats too.

I know a preacher that said, "I hope there will be no
dogs in heaven, as he hates his dog." Ok we got two
things here to chew on. First is the word hate.
Preacher works hard on getting that word out of
our minds. I believe the word is "love" we are to use,
not hate.. Now the second thing is I think his little
loving dog is going to make it to the gate. That
little dog is going to say to St. Peter... " Please let
me in, I don't think he is coming."

Today's Queue Stories
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Value of a Diamond

Bill Walker

wildbill6807 @yahoo.com

The value of a diamond just is I guess the size, and shape, and the color, and flaws it may have. You may not think much about it each and every time you put it on, or look at it. I have seen the girl showing off her ring to others. I wonder if the size and so on is the amount of love some fellow has for said girl? I would think maybe. But then on the other hand he also is thinking something else. This is the size of his small bank roll. It may be the best he can do at this time. He may say, and have told her so. ???Honey, someday I can get a much better one for you, will this do till then?" If there is true love, the size doesn??t really matter.

There is another thing here also. A diamond, no matter the size means something to someone. It may be a small one, didn't cost much at the time of buying. But the value grew as time marched on. Not in dollars maybe, but in value to the one that wears it. They think back to the day it was placed on finger the first time. They remember that time and all the times since. The happy times, the sad times, and the hard times, also the good times. I guess that covers the times. That diamond will bring back memories of many times. Size is not so important after all. Lose that diamond and you lose a lot.

This put me to thinking about another kind of diamond. Each life is a diamond. No two is a like. Most of us are just small diamonds. We too have a color, a shape, a size, and a flaw. Some have a few of those, flaws that is. Why you think a woman takes a man for? She done got the flaws wrote down and now she going to work on them. He never knows he had so many flaws till he said, 'I do."

Now like I said, loss of the diamond sometimes is a great loss. This is the same when you loose someone or something dear to you. Even a friendship is like loosing a diamond.

A lady wrote me and was telling me about the loss of her Dear Mother, getting close to a year now. The lady lost a very valuable diamond. A Mother is a very valuable diamond. There is no other diamond that can replace it. It is like a diamond I was reading about the other day.

This woman received the news, and at last seen the body of her only son killed in action in that so called war. She had lost a large diamond. She died herself in a couple hours. That diamond was everything to her. She could not go on living herself.

You never know the true value of a diamond is, till you no longer have it. Makes no difference if it is one on the finger, or a loved one.

Even one that walks on four paws can be a valuable diamond.

About Me:

Well I??m a story teller, not a writer. Never learned the art of fancy English. I

happen to live in Nebraska, but I??m still Missouri. Never married, all the Dollies I

ever took a second look at was too smart. Now at 74, just turned that other day, I

figure they all home safe. I love Doggies and Dollies in that order. Lost my two

true friends this year, that be Tinker and Poo. So I found me a new one. This

time a little girlie Peke. She is a normal female. Got a mouth, talks all the time.

She will never be a great writers of stories like Tinker and Poo. They have

about 50 stories on HWS. And now writing back from Rainbow Bridge.

I just try to write about people, places and things best I remember. Have something

over 250 stories on HWS. under three names.

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The Swarner Walking Tour

By Ken Swarner

I visited New York City for the first time in my life this past summer. What a truly fascinating place to visit. I did many of the typical tourist attractions to include catching a play on Broadway, shopping at Macy's on 42nd Street, touring Grand Central Station, and eating a bagel.
I also took in a few of the lesser-known sights in the Big Apple, including a tour of the Tenement Museum. This particular East Greenwich organization stumbled upon preserved floors of an early 20th Century apartment building once inhabited by several generations of Jewish textile workers, and five years ago turned the apartment into a walking tour. It was fascinating to see how these immigrants once lived.
Then, it got me to thinking. (You knew this was going somewhere).
One hundred years from now, how would the typical suburban American family appear to tourists on a walking tour, if say, my house was suddenly preserved from the elements and not re-opened until 2104? What if my home became a tourist attraction in the future? What would people conclude about raising children in 2004? I could see the tour now:

Tour Operator: Welcome to the Suburban Household Museum. The outside and inside of this home appears exactly as it looked when suddenly sealed up on September 15, 2004. Folks, as we walk into this two-story Craftsman style home please be careful of the backpacks, shoes, rollerblades and coats dumped in front of the entrance way by the once-inhabitants of this site. Archaeologists aren't certain why these items weren't placed on the hooks in the home's mud room located by the garage, but a note found on the kitchen counter offers us a clue. It's dated September 14, 2004, and it reads:

Dear children,
Your junk by the front door leads me to one of two conclusions. 1. You didn't believe me when I said I was tired of you leaving your stuff thrown about, and therefore you thought I was joking when I said I'm going to start charging you rent; or 2. You collapsed coming home from school and rolled somewhere I can't find you.
Sincerely yours,
Dad.

P.S. Room rates go up this holiday season.

Tour Operator: Okay folks, before we proceed into the family room are there any questions?.
Woman on the tour: Do you know how many children once lived here in the home?
Tour Operator: Yes. By analyzing the sticky fingerprints on the windows, walls, refrigerator and curiously on the ceiling of the dining room, our experts determined there were two children.
Man on the tour: Look at that interesting pattern on the wall. Is that early 21st Century art?
Tour Operator: No, that's a stain left by early 21st Century Creepy Crawlies. Now if you will follow me into the living room, I'll show you an example of 21st Century gum stuck to the carpet.

Next Week: We'll follow the tour as it proceeds upstairs to see how make-up in the hands of a 12 year old girl spelled disaster in the bathroom.

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.

Poetry Section

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A HUMBLE MAN
ROBERT H. GILBERT, JR.
JANUARY 23, 2005

Lord, if you have a few minutes, let??s talk.
I??m just a humble man, living day by day
I know my life belongs to You
But, there is another, I want in my life too

To share the love, You have shown to me,
I want to give to her
Many road blocks have been put in our paths.
But, one by one, we make it past

We plan and plan, but only to postpone
Our hearts are true, and You are number 1.
For You are our guiding light
We know things happen for a reason
Only You, know why

You brought us back together,
So, please Dear Lord, let us continue
our journey, that we started so long ago
The love You have given us, we are so thankful for
We know Your love, lives in our hearts.

The mistakes in my past, I ask forgiveness for
The hurts and tears, I have caused to others
I am just a humble man

So, please Dear Lord,
let this humble man walk beside his woman
Help us walk in the path of Your light

ROBERT H. GILBERT, JR
"mailto:RGBLUEBOY @aol.com

About Me:

Once retired from the military, Robert H.
Gilbert, Jr., took on new adventures as a
truck driver and a writer. He says he
started writing in early 1991 and hasn't
stopped yet. When Robert writes
poetry and short stories, he hopes to make
readers feel a part of it. Robert credits
his wife who inspired him to begin sharing
his writings. He says the responses have
been a true blessing.

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In The Twilight of his life, God Smiles

Norma Liles