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TAPESTRY The Newsletter
devoted to spreading love and cultural awareness throughout the
world
Now on to the good stuff.......... Animal awareness
series endorsed by Aimee Bob
Shaw The odds of Aimee coming to us were
pretty shaky from the beginning. Freddie, her owner, told me that when she was
born, her mother was inexperienced, and didn??™t get her out of the birth sac.
When Freddie found her, he thought she was gone. He removed the sac, and worked
to get her revived and breathing, and, with a sigh of relief, added her back to
the litter. Maybe God took her back home for a few last minute
instructions. Everyone took a turn watching after
her, making sure she stayed active and was eating. She was the runt of the
litter, and sometimes, the runt gets shoved out of the chow line and doesn??™t
survive. As the days passed, she gained weight and strength. She was going to
make it. Her size and color made her the pick of the litter. They??™d decided to
keep her. When the puppy we had picked out
developed severe health problems, it was decided that she would be put down.
Freddie had promised her to me, and felt badly about losing her, feeling our
disappointment. They decided to let us have
Aimee. She was ten weeks old when we brought
her home. Her first view of the big outside world was the Wal Mart parking lot.
Everyone looked at the puppy and smiled or went on over her. Such a tiny little
thing, with enough love and personality to fill a Clydesdale.
It didn??™t take her long to adjust to
her new home. Or her people. The last few days have been quite an experience.
She seemed upset about me leaving for work everyday. It was like she had to get
used to me all over again. Then, when I called home, Ronni was holding her and
talking to me when she heard my voice coming from the phone. She got the
strangest look on her face, like she was thinking ???so that??™s where he goes???.
Wonder how he gets in there???. Then she started licking the phone. She??™s OK now,
as long as she can see the phone. We take turns taking her to the outhouse.
Her alarm usually goes off around We were abandoned last night. Aimee
left her bed and slept in the laundry room. I told Ronni it was because she was
snoring too loud. Talk about dirty looks. Ronni went in to check the computer
and Aimee came over, parked her butt, and stared at her, then barked like she
was saying ???Hey, why are you playing with that thing? You got
me!??? She??™s a very special puppy. To my way
of thinking, if all Shih Tzu puppies were like her, there wouldn??™t be any other
kinds of puppies. But then, all new parents think their kids are special. Watch
for ???Further Adventures of Aimee???. Bob Shaw CapeRabbit
@SEMO.NET
Bob and Ronni live in the
Today's Queue
Stories
<br>STORYTIME
TAPESTRY <br>The Newsletter devoted to spreading love and cultural
awareness throughout the world
<p>Now
on to the good stuff..........</p> <p>Animal
awareness series endorsed by Aimee Bob Shaw The odds of Aimee coming to us were
pretty shaky from the beginning. Freddie, her owner, told me that when she was
born, her mother was inexperienced, and didn??™t get her out of the birth sac.
When Freddie found her, he thought she was gone. He removed the sac, and worked
to get her revived and breathing, and, with a sigh of relief, added her back to
the litter. Maybe God took her back home for a few last minute
instructions. Everyone took a turn watching after
her, making sure she stayed active and was eating. She was the runt of the
litter, and sometimes, the runt gets shoved out of the chow line and doesn??™t
survive. As the days passed, she gained weight and strength. She was going to
make it. Her size and color made her the pick of the litter. They??™d decided to
keep her. When the puppy we had picked out
developed severe health problems, it was decided that she would be put down.
Freddie had promised her to me, and felt badly about losing her, feeling our
disappointment. They decided to let us have
Aimee. She was ten weeks old when we brought
her home. Her first view of the big outside world was the Wal Mart parking lot.
Everyone looked at the puppy and smiled or went on over her. Such a tiny little
thing, with enough love and personality to fill a Clydesdale.
It didn??™t take her long to adjust to
her new home. Or her people. The last few days have been quite an experience.
She seemed upset about me leaving for work everyday. It was like she had to get
used to me all over again. Then, when I called home, Ronni was holding her and
talking to me when she heard my voice coming from the phone. She got the
strangest look on her face, like she was thinking ???so that??™s where he goes???.
Wonder how he gets in there???. Then she started licking the phone. She??™s OK now,
as long as she can see the
phone. We take turns taking her to the outhouse.
Her alarm usually goes off around We were abandoned last night. Aimee
left her bed and slept in the laundry room. I told Ronni it was because she was
snoring too loud. Talk about dirty looks. Ronni went in to check the computer
and Aimee came over, parked her butt, and stared at her, then barked like she
was saying ???Hey, why are you playing with that thing? You got
me!??? She??™s a very special puppy. To my way
of thinking, if all Shih Tzu puppies were like her, there wouldn??™t be any other
kinds of puppies. But then, all new parents think their kids are special. Watch
for ???Further Adventures of
Aimee???. Bob Shaw CapeRabbit @SEMO.NET Bob and Ronni live in the
Today's Queue Stories
I DANCED WITH
ELVIS Sharon
Bryant "How about supper with me
tonight?" she asked. "I don't know......." I
stated. "You never do anything but
work, it's high time you take some time for you." she said. "I'll plan the whole evening,
I'll even get the sitter. What do you say?" I thought for a moment and as
I hesitated, she said, "That's it, you're going, and I'm not taking no for an
answer." "Be ready at When that day came, I had
forgotten about it. I had just finished up some bookwork when a knock came
on my door. "Here's your baby sitter, now go get your coat and let's go,
we've got things to do." And there stood another friend. I knew the
babysitter, gave her a few short rules for the kids, and I was whisked out the
door. "Where are we going?" I
asked. "You'll see." she said. We pulled up at a house I had
never been to before. "Let's go," she said. "Hey,
whose house is this?" I asked. "You'll see," she
said. She walked through the door
and pulled me inside. A woman I did not know smiled at me and said, "Have
a seat, I have something for you." She left the room for a moment,
returned and had a hangar in her hands with a plastic bag over whatever was
inside the bag. I watched as she slid the plastic upward, showing a sort
of cute leather pants suit. The jacket looked like a tuxedo, with long
tails in the back.
"WHAT? Me wear THAT?" I asked. "Yep,
it's all yours and it will fit." she stated. "But I don't wear
clothes like that." I said. "Tonight you will," was her
comment. I took the outfit down the hall and into the
bedroom. I'd never worn anything in leather and I felt I was a bit too old
to start now. But just for the heck of it, I put the outfit on. It
was a bit too revealing for me. It was a bit too form fitting for
me. It was just not me. I was ready to take it off when the woman
appeared in the room. "Wow, that fits you just perfectly," she
said. "Yeah, right, and if I was twenty-years old, it might fit
better," I said. "Leave the outfit on and follow me," she
stated. I followed her into her kitchen and the minute I saw the
table I knew what she was up to. A tray full of make-up, scissors, curling iron,
hairspray. "Ah, what are we doing here?" I
asked. "You're getting a make up job, that's what we're doing
and I'm fixing your hair for tonight. Sit down and
hush." I sat down, and immediately she began trimming here,
snipping there, curling all over. I had no mirror to look into so I had no
idea what I looked like. And then came the little brushes, with blush,
eyeliners, mascara, lipstick. "Ah, I don't wear make-up," I said. "Well you ARE
tonight," she stated. She painted, patted, smeared, smudged, and within no time
at all, she handed me a mirror and said,
"Walla!" I looked into the mirror and remarked, "Good Lord, this
isn't me." "Oh yes it is, we're leaving in five minutes to meet you
girlfriend. I'm taking you." We left the house minutes later. I had no idea
where I was going, nor what this was all about, but I soon found
out. I was at a club I didn't know existed. When we
entered the doors, the lights were very dim and I could barely see. Then
suddenly the place lit up like the fourth of July, and I heard, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY"
roaring from so many people. I scanned the crowd, saw my
mother and father, sister, brother and a lot of other friends. Then
suddenly, this voice said, "Come up here Then my dad stood up and said, "I'd like a dance with my
daughter." I watched as dad climbed the steps up to the stage, and I
whispered to Elvis, "Sing Jailhouse
Rock." Dad thinking it would be a slow dance was just getting
ready to take my arm, when we heard, "One, Two, Three" and Elvis began belting
out his song. I started laughing when dad looked at me and said, "I don't
know if I can do this." I said, "If I can get myself into an outfit like this,
have my hair worn this way and caking my face with make-up, oh yes you CAN do
this." Everyone laughed and applauded as I at 40 and dad at 65 began to
dance. And then I danced with Elvis. And just about
everyone in that room that night. Gee, wouldn't it be great to be 40
again? If I did this at my age now, I'd not be able to bend so
easily, and if I fell on the floor, I'd need a chair or table to grab onto to
get up. My gray hairs would salute me, and I doubt they'd get all the
make-up on right with my wrinkles.
But every so often I remember that birthday long
ago. The night I dance with Elvis and dad boogaloed to Jailhouse
Rock! Sharon Bryant 1946
@bellsouth.net About Me: I am Sharon
Bryant, 59 years old and reside in I lost my child in 1977 when he was five and
I write I am a chocolate/candy maker and also a wood
crafter and knitter.
I??™ll Pray for
You Kathleen Anne
Shelton Waiting for his grandsons??™ arrival, he sat
in his rocker on the front porch, gently, rhythmically, rocking back and
forth. His grandson of all people
going to be a preacher man, he mused to himself. He couldn??™t figure it out, what had
happened. He, himself didn??™t
believe in a so called God. A
person was born, lived, then died,
period. His mind wandered back to his younger days
when as a youth he had confronted one of those Christian people. Actually, there was no fight to it. No matter what he said or did to provoke
the young boy, his response was always the same. ???I??™ll pray for you???. The worst, most insulting thing is that
even then, he believed that the boy actually did. He could picture him in his minds??™ eye,
down on his knees, praying to some unknown, nonexistent force, to save his
soul. ???Humph??? he muttered to
himself, now, his own flesh and blood was preaching this
God. Eventually, he gave up taunting and beating
up on that boy. Something about the
way that kid would look at him with pity and say ???I??™ll pray for you??? unnerved
him. He remembered the last time he
saw the boy. He was in the
hospital, gravely ill and awoke to this kid standing by his bedside, and
praying! Angrily, he demanded that
the kid leave and not return. Then
he almost choked when he remembered what the boy said upon departing. ???Someday, your own children and their
children will pray for you. Until then, I??™ll pray for
you??? He was glad that the kid could not see the
twist of fate that befell him. Goodness gracious, but, wouldn??™t he get a good
laugh if he knew that his own son and now grandson did indeed worship the same
so called God. The sound of a car pulling up in the drive
brought him back to the present.
Someone was in the car with his grandson, a pretty young gal. ???Grandpa, I
want you to meet my future wife???, his grandson beamed. Something seemed vaguely familiar about
that girl, but, he couldn??™t quite put his finger upon what it
was. The girl was nice enough, but something
about her demeanor unsettled him. Something about her reminded him of that kid
so many years ago. Maybe it was
just because of his thoughts earlier. The afternoon passed swiftly, and soon it
was time for the two young kids to leave.
Upon leaving, the young girl bent over, kissed the old man on his cheek
and whispered in his ear, ???I??™ll pray for
you???. Kathleen Ann
Shelton Kathleenannshelton @yahoo.com
Sister
Mary ~Bill
Walker~ Sister Mary, well
Sister Mary Walker was one of the most kind, nice ladies I have ever met.
I think if you would ever had the good luck to have met her you would have to
say the same. But then maybe I should add to this by saying I am not a Catholic.
I know very little about the good sisters. You see I met Sister Mary
quite by accident. I got up one morning and found my mother in a very bad way.
She was undergoing a bad heart attack. I knew the minute I seen her, she was in
deep trouble. I called for the ambulance. There was none of this 911 stuff.
I called the guys on duty. Short cut you know. I also knew every second counted.
Well Gene Sullivan was on duty he was one of the best. When he answered the
phone on the second ring, I told him, "Gene get to my house, don't spare the
horses. ???Heart attack." Well it is only about a mile and a half to the
house, and four blocks back to the hospital. So it didn't take but a couple
minutes for them to be at the door. We loaded all the time piping oxygen.
They pulled out and I followed in my Jeep. Wrong buggie as it proved later. Dr.
C.T. Frerichs was called. Doctor Frerichs was a heart doctor. He gave her a
going over which in this case was fast. He stepped out of the E.R. Room and told
me it was bad. Her chances was slim and none.. Her heart is a race horse one
minute, and drops into the 30 clicks a minute rate. She needs a pacer put in and
maybe that would work. Nothing for sure. The problem is she may be to far down
to stand it. Also the best place to do that would be
The ambulance was readied
for a flying trip. A nurse was added to the crew. And away they went. Well here
goes Bill trying to keep up. Poor Jeep tongue was hanging out, and the ambulance
were out of sight. Now
So I joined the crowd of
people in the little wait and see room. [You can call it the wait and set room,
to me it is see what is going to happen.] If you have never been in one of
these rooms. You find all kinds of people. A man with a long face. A woman with
a long face. A son or two with a long face. A daughter or two with a long
face. Some talk, some just set and look lost. Some quick friendships come
about. Every one in the room is in the same boat. There may be a total of at one
time 20 or more people in this crowd.. There is a television going.. One or two
may be giving it a blank stare. You could ask them what is on, as a rule no one
knows. There are papers here
and there, someone seems to bring in one now and then. May be a blanket
piled in a corner. A table with a phone on it.. Once in a while it rings.
Someone will answer it. Ask is anyone name of Smith or whatever the name is.
Someone gets up talks a minute and walks fast out the door. They may come back,
may not. These are the real close ones to someone in the cave. Down the hall is
another room. This is for the friends, shirt tail relation. The small crowd get
about five minutes a hour to send one member of each person in the cave in to
look at them. Ever once in a while a call would go out. "Doctor Blue." I
knew full well who Doctor Blue is.. Then another call.. "Dr. Guard, call
34" Someone is in deep trouble. Once in a while a nurse and a
doctor meets with a family. They walk out to a real small little room. The door
closes. In a few minutes the family comes back. Tears are flowing, they mumble
some words to others, pick up a few things and stumble out the door and down the
hall. But as a rule all of the crowd does a lot of hugging and wishes for the
best, both ways. You see all these people has something in common. One family
may have lost, but they wish the best for those still waiting. The ones waiting
say some mumble words to the family that lost. It is indeed a sad room. The ones
left in the room look at one another as in a trance. There is some happy times in
the sad room. The doctor may stop in and say "Mr. Walker. You mother has come
out of the coma." At that time things brightening up not only for you but others
too has a new hope. Mother had been in the cave
two days, still in the coma. I walked in and found a card on the little stand.
It was from someone I knew not. It was addressed to Sister Mary Walker. I told
one of the nurses. I didn't believe we knew the people on the return address.
She looked at it and then said. "I bet this is meant for the Catholic Sister.
She is on a training deal here. Her name is Mary Walker. Your mother is Mary
Walker." Well I never thought any more about the Sister. Other then this is very
strange. Two Mary Walkers in the same place at the same time.
Now when a person improves
to a certain point, they are moved to a upper floor. Mother at last after about
a week, was at the move stage. I really think the nurse staff was happy to see
her moved, but they were going to loose the candy man. Every time I came,
I would have a sack of home made peanut brittle. One told me they had to hide
it. Darn doctors. They would have a piece in mouth, and a couple in each hand.
Then I became the candy man to the nurses on the 4th floor. I didn't really
forget the ones in the cave. I got them the biggest box of Stovers I could find.
Mother still didn't have the
pacer. Dr. Guard said that would be up to a doctor Wilson. So I got to meet with
Dr. Wilson. He told me that it would be done as soon as he felt she could stand
it. He said we have her here. We have the meds working that control the ups and
downs swings. It is just gets her strong enough to go through it; may be a few
days. So I felt like I could spend
a little while with her in the room. Get up and go else where in the city for a
hour or so and come back. One day I came walking back into the hospital.
And guess who I ran into? Sister Mary Walker. Now how she picked me out I
will never know. But she walked up to me and said. "You Bill
Walker." I said. "Yes." She told me I was to get up to my mothers
room fast. I think she had a kind of bad spell for a few minutes. Any ways
Dr. Guard had been called up. He told me "these things do happen. It was just a
set back, not bad, she a tough old girl." Well they figured they better go for
the pacer the next day. Dr Wilson said it was to be done at 10 in the morning.
Don't take too long. She be out for a few minutes, put it in watch her for a
couple hours and back in room.. So at about 9 she gets a
shot. 10 comes and goes. Here we are with another shot about 12. We??™re going to
do it at She also had a lady setting
in the chair besides her bed. Sister Mary Walker. That lady never left her bed
side, all night long. She set there. When I pulled up to the door
to bring mother home, a few days later Sister Mary walked to the car. I told her
we were not Catholics. But I wished to think her for what she had done. She told
me, It makes no difference what you are. We are God's children. We should do for
one another. I slipped a 20 in her hand and told her I know she has a place for
it. Wish I would have had a million. She was one of the best of the best.
That was the last time I
ever seen Sister Mary Walker. God Bless Her. About
Me: Well I??™m
a story teller, not a writer. Never learned the art of fancy English. I
happen to
live in 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
I just
try to write about people, places and things best I remember. Have something
over 250
stories on HWS. under three names.
Writers
Feedback Thank you for this marvelous
service. I am looking forward to your selection of stories and
poems! Louise
Nomani, PERFECTLY IMPERFECT ??“ Joe Walker, Great Story thanks! ??“ As usual... Sharlett - Official Senior Citizen - expresses
herself so well and in a delightful way. Joe Walker - This is a great story. As teens we don't realize soon enough that our parents are human too but thankfully that realization comes through as they find life is not quite the same as what our thoughts or actions should be Nat Symonds WOW !!!!!! Did I ever enjoy that story of
Sharlett Hunt. Announcements I would like to introduce
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help out a fellow member who is starting
up his own newspaper. Carol,
Just letting you know I have a website explaining the upcoming paper, should anyone ask. Thank you for running the ad for it. www.christianlink.com/publish/mwwj
Thanks again, Jim
Prayer Requests and Updates Note from
Joyce: Please read and say prayers for Linda's
friend, Marian and her daughter, Susan. Hugs to
all. Thank you Prayer
Warriors! Love, Barbara Please say prayers for Joanne as she travels
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