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June 2, 2005

Happy Birthday Karin Janin  

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

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My Amish Dog
by Clara Wersterfer

 
Yep! You read the title right. I do believe Onyx Two Toes, my black
chihuahua with two white toes is Amish. Here are some
of my reasons for thinking this.


She doesn't believe in taking medication of any kind. She will spit
the pills out as
many as six times until they melt.
Neither does she like fancy shoes, having destroyed nine pairs of mine
in a couple of months. The plain old loafers went
untouched.
Onyx doesn't like most people food,
 prefering plain dog food.
 She  loves gardening as evidenced by
all the plants she has pulled up, then
dug holes in a different place, for me to replant them. 

 
Onyx
helps me with the watering, standing
wherever the water is falling to insure
that I am watering the right place, barking
furiously when she thinks I should move
the hose to another spot.  Yes,
she does get wet.  However, she takes
a bath on a daily basis as she loves to
be clean.  The final clue is  absolute proof
that she is indeed Amish.
She SHUNS me! Really, truly shuns me
when she thinks I have done something
wrong.  She doesn't shun me
 for just an hour, nor for just a day, but four days minimum abd
sometimes as many as  TEN days!
When she is shunning, she will ignore
my pleas to come here. Turning her head
a different direction and refusing to even  look at me. I beg for
forgiveness.
 She closes her eyes and
pretends to sleep. I give her kisses
that fall on unruffled fur. I pick her up, she squirms
away.........right after she turns on her back and allows a brief
tummy rub.

 
I do not dare raise my voice to her.
She hates discord of any kind.  Loud
or angry talking sends her under the bed.
When she shunned me for ten days
it was because I scolded her. Each
night she would go and sleep in the
bathroom. When I would go get her,
she would just go back, sometimes
getting in the bathtub to sleep. After ten days of punishing me, she
decided
to come to bed, but not before she peered around the door, looking at me
for a couple of minutes.  Then she relented,
walked to the bed and asked to be lifted
up.
I have my precious, adorable, loving baby
back, until the next time I
forget and yell at her! ssshhhhh!
Quiet please.  We have a piece of work
in progress!

Clara Westerfer

CBWEST @webtv.net

About me
Born in the mountains of NC, I learned to love story telling at a young
age. For the past 36 years, I have lived in Texas. Three dogs, numerous cats and
other critters share my home.

Today's Queue Stories
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 Thorns

                        ~Bill Walker~

I picked some roses while back to take out to my mother??™s grave. She liked roses, we seemed to have lots of them when she was here to take care of them. But now they don??™t get the care and I have fewer of them to pick from.. You know life is kind of like that.

At one time we may have had lots of friends. But if you for some reason find that you don??™t have the time to pick up the phone and call them, or do things together that you once did. Soon the number of friends dry up

Now friends are like roses, all have thorns. This one likes tea and maybe I do not. Not a big deal. But I have to remember no tea, coffee. So after while I say, "Nuts! I do not care for that person for that reason! " So I lose a friend. Stupid isn??™t it?

Now this one friend does not care for football, I??™m nuts over it. So I loose another friend. Stupid isn??™t it?

Well, we can go on with this line. But soon I'm down to no friends at all. It??™s kind of like the roses. Either take care of

them or soon you have none, for your mother??™s grave.

There really isn??™t any thing we can do with a rose bush once it dies. Except dig it up and put it on the trash pile. But old friend, yes some times a little call, or a little get together will bring the friendship back.

Think it??™s about time to make a call or two. How about you. I know some of my old friends has kind of dried up. And maybe I should learn after while. Friends all are like the rose, We all come with thorns. I got mine and you got yours

Bill Walker

wildbill6807@yahoo.com

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.    

~**~**~

GOD SEEMS TO KNOW

Sharon Bryant

Yesterday my ex's Aunt was on my mind.  All day I kept thinking of her.  I didn't know where I put her address or phone number, so figured I'd try and hunt it down in a day or two.  I woke up this morning and she was still on my mind very strongly.

I'm doing spring cleaning right now and was going through a box of papers, odds and ends, pitching this and that.  Suddenly, a card was lying there with her address on it.  I opened the card and there was her phone number.

I dialed the number and got a recording, so I left a message.

Tonight I was on my computer and suddenly I got knocked off line (which hardly ever happens) and my phone began ringing.  It was she.  The first words out of her mouth was, "I need to talk to you so badly," and then she started crying.

She buried her husband this past weekend.  She kept telling me she couldn't find my address or phone number, couldn't recall where she'd put it.  I told her that was odd, because she was on my mind for two days and I didn't remember where I'd put her address either.

This Aunt, though she's no blood relative to me, has always meant a lot to me.  She used to tell me she wished I were the blood niece and her nephew the other side.  For years we enjoyed so many things together, and her hubby was a gem of a man.  He used to love calliope music and I used to buy him tapes of it all the time.

A beautiful person this lady is.  Simply beautiful.  They had a wonderful marriage, and no one could miss the look of love in their eyes when they were together.  I believe if any marriage was "made in heaven", theirs was.

I felt so bad when she told me Uncle Bruce had died.  I knew the years they had together, over 50 of them and I've shared many anniversaries with them many years ago.  She said, "What am I going to do without him?"  I told her I understood losing someone you love, and she said, "Yes, you know."

I felt so badly for her, for I know she depended on Uncle Bruce for so much.  She told me last night the doorknob stuck and she couldn't get the door closed and she just sat down and cried, knowing had Uncle Bruce been here, he'd have fixed it.  I asked if she had friends near her, good friends and she said yes, she had wonderful neighbors.

I took her back in time to some crazy things we did when I was married to her nephew and she laughed, and if felt so good to hear her laugh.  And then she said, "You know, God works in miracles every day and today he made one for me."  I said, "What miracle is that?"  She said, "For you to call.  I've needed to talk to you for the past week and couldn't find your phone number, I wanted to tell you about Uncle Bruce.  You were always our favorite niece and he loved you so much, as much as I do."

I told her my memories of him and her long ago are all so fond and I knew she had decades of memories to keep of their life together.  She started crying and said, "I love him so much."  I said, "I know."  And then I reminded her of a time we went on a spy hunt trying to catch someone up to no good, and how she drove and I used the binoculars, and she started laughing and said, "Yep, and we borrowed the neighbor's car to do it with too!"

On and on, remembering......like when I said, "Remember when Pepe (her poodle) jumped through the kitchen window because the dog next door was in heat."  She laughed and said, "Yeah, and he tore the curtains up in the bedroom, broke the window out in there, busted the frame on the kitchen window......all for another dog and she wasn't even a Poodle!"  We laughed and laughed.

Then I said, "You still eat candy?"  She said, "I sure do."  I said, "Well, what's your favorite?"  "Anything with pecans or peanut butter" she said.  I replied, "Well watch your mailbox in the next 2-3 days.........a box is coming."    She said, "Just like always with you, always buying me something and surprising me like you used to do for me and my mom."

I thought the world of her mom too.

So tomorrow a box of chocolates will be going out to someone who is 80 years old and that I care very much for.  I know it won't take away her pain.  I know it's going to make her cry.  But I also know she will still know how much I love her.

God seemed to know she needed me today.  I think He placed that card in just the right place, don't you?

SharonSharon Bryant

1946 @bellsouth.net

About Me:

 I am Sharon Bryant, 59 years old and reside in Alabama.

I lost my child in 1977 when he was five and I write
articles on bereavement often.

I am a chocolate/candy maker and also a wood crafter and knitter.

I am married to a wonderful man, and have two remaining children, a daughter 25,
Amy, and a second son, Randy, age 22.

My main goal in life is to help those who
have lost a child. My website is: www.angelsremembered.tk

 ~**~**~

Poetry Section

~**~**~

 Where Are You?

Dianna Doles Petry

Sometimes I feel you touch my face,

And I reach out to trace your lips.

With fingers as soft as a butterfly landing,

I feel your hands finding my hips.

As my heartbeat speeds up, I feel the flush,

I feel those old emotions start to rise,

Where are you tonight?

I'm missing you, is that a surprise?

Sometimes I feel your fingers in my hair,

And I long to feel your sweet embrace.

Thinking of you evokes a simple sigh,

Closing my eyes brings us face-to-face.

Your loving fingers soothed my soul,

Erasing stress and tears from my eyes.

Where are you when I'm lonely?

Have you heard my mournful cries?

A ticking clock becomes your heartbeat,

Falling asleep, I imagine my head on your chest.

In my heart, you sleep next to me,

Safely in your arms, I can finally rest.

Where are you tonight?

You're here in my heart and my mind.

Helping me through another long night,

I really hope you don't mind.

?© Jan 31, 2005

Dianna Doles Petry

Dianna59@charter.net

~**~**~

Superman
by Steve Podielsky

Six stories tall and I
see through walls
hockey stick, serving spoon
handstand, rubber bands
separated by two floors
four walls and a door
I see everything in his hand
all of this and more
as he shouts "Daddy, daddy look at me!"
I revel in super-strength and
dazzling invulnerability

Shaving my face
grabbing my cape
running for the door
there's crimes to solve
and deals to close
he's what I'm fighting for!


 ~**~**~

For my dog Kingbear...

Rainbow bridge
by Steve Podielsky

Barney's on the rainbow bridge he's
waiting there for you
you've been my friend, my first-born kid
and I've nothing left to do
life gets no better for you

I could wait a few more months as
you moan and grow your humps and
breath is shallower than today and
eyes grow distant, old, grey and
pain establishes daily routine and fur
mottles losing gleam

yes I could watch you deteriorate
rather than acting to seal your death
placing your life on my scale
a true friend yearning to run again

leaving you is killing me but living
longer is killing you.


04/06/2005

steve@podielsky.com

Writers Feedback

Terri,

What a wonderful idea!  Count me in, I will get my letter to you soon.

Dollie Angela

This is such a touching and wonderful story. I worked with the physically and mentally challenged and it always seemed like a miracle as they learned a very simple little task.

Nat

This was a beautiful and touching story by Debra. Thank GOD there are people like her in this world to take care of the Chris's of the world.

GOD BLESS you for your writings.

Susan Roberts

Thank you so much for publishing Over the Rainbow. I have already received some very nice e-mails regarding the piece. Lt. Bob was a modest man but I feel he would have been pleased.

Hugs,
Barb

Barbara Deming

How wonderful that Barb Deming "Over the Rainbow" was able to give a
gift that meant so much to Lt. Bob. --Kay

  

Prayer Requests and Updates

 Dear friends/family,

Today, I found out that my nephew, Craig, who is in Iraq has lost 25lbs and he is a slight fellow, a marine, who did not have the weight to lose but the good news is that he is expected home on Sept 15th of this year but is scheduled to go back to Iraq in 2006.  We will pray that this siege is over and that he will not need to return.

Also, my daughter, Cheryl Schneider, has a liesen (spelling?) on the right side of her thyroid and is scheduled for a needle aspiration on June 6th.  By looking at her skin, it appears that she might have a goiter but the tests on that have proven that she does not.

Prayer is a mighty tool that our Savior has given.

God bless you for

Prayer Requests:

Continue to pray for Jarod, soldier who was shot in Iraq.

Scott - mission trip to Panama; safety, security, salvations for the lost.

Julie's brother-in-law - strength, healing.

Linda and Bob - physical strength, as they continue their move.

Savannah - continue to pray for body restoration, healing. 

Cindy - deliverance from alcohol, substance abuse.

Claire - in nursing home; pray for company, return of speech.

Gerrie - healing in body. 

Pray one for another. 

Pray for the safety of minutemen and women who are guarding the Arizona border, from illegal aliens, possible terrorists.

Special Prayer for the nation of Africa:
The violence and killings of the radical Muslims is moving southward, striking
villages and Christians.   They are intending to set up another regime as in Afghanistan.  Please pray that the nations of the world, will no longer turn a blind eye to these disgraceful ferocities and brutalities against these people.
Africa is experiencing revival and enlightenment.  The enemy is doing all that he can, to eradicate the Christians.  Please pray that God will move His hand in this movement, will bring aid to these people, our brothers and sisters in Christ.
  Pray for the leadership of Africa not to be overthrown. 


Our nation, the economy- Pray for those who are out of work, for God to
restore America, and to bless those who are in need of help, to make it through another day. 

  Pray for God to look down from on High, upon all those who wish to further His Kingdom, and to re-distribute the wealth of the world, into the hands of those who have waited and longed to serve Him more. . . . in ministries, and in outreaches, which need to be replenished, and supplied.

Pray for the spirit of plunder and murder, to be removed from America.

Pray for the solutions to the Social Security crisis in this nation,
and for the elderly who will be affected.   Pray for hands to be kept from embezzling from this fund, and all the other funds.

People of Pakistan - who are trying to start up Christian classes for young children, in secret. 

Military troops - pray for safety and security in all duties; clarity in all communications, protection in all travels.

Peace in Jerusalem, all of Middle East - for a mighty move of the Holy Spirit sweeping across the Holy Lands, bringing about mass conversions.  Pray that land in Israel, will not be divided,
that Jewish settlements will be protected. 

Evangelists, missionaries - in remote areas; who are risking lives, health, to share the Good Word of Jesus Christ; pray for proper provision.

Pray for the messages of God's love to reach the lost, hurting, troubled, and confused in all the world; to overcome the messages of hatred, violence, and evil.

SENIOR WRITERS

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

Boda, Ginger;  Bryant, Sharon;  Buhagiar, Victor; Cassady, B.J.;  Crider, Mark; 

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; Roberts, Susan;  Shaw, Bob; Sims, Richard; Swarner, Ken; Vaknin, Sam;

Walker, Bill;  Walker, Joe; Warner, Gorden K;

Whirity, Kathy;  White, Robert;

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