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July 16, 2005 

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Reflections of a Country Boy

B.J. Cassady

    I love the small towns in the USA.  The county fairs, the fourth of

July picnics with free watermelon, homemade ice cream.    Oh, you

can have LA, the Big Apple and the Little Apple, I will take small town

USA anytime.  Small town is not about the size of the burb it is about

your lifestyle, your priorities. 

    Wellington, Kansas has a really good A&W rootbeer stand on

highway 81.  A year or so ago while heading back to Guthrie,

Oklahoma I stopped there and ordered a tostada.  The tostada would

have fed four people and was about 3 dollars.  Of course the root

beer is legendary.

   How about a drink called NuGrape and Grapette?  Did you ever

warm up beside a propane heater in the morning in winter time?

   I liked the old radio shows, Gene Autry, Roy Rogers, the Shadow.

   Cracker Jacks when you got a real toy inside.   Doublebubble gum

with the cartoon.

   Small churches with monthly pot luck lunches.

   Things I got to do that I never will get to do again:

    Plow a field, springtooth, haul hay, raise horses, drive cattle to

market (on horseback), drink water from a cistern.

    Things I still do that I have enjoyed for 60 years:

Cooking over a fire with a monster sized cast iron skillet(must be

about 16" in diameter), favorite food, bacon, taters, and sausage.

   Parades, getting misty-eyed when the stars and bars pass by.

  Getting misty-eyed when viewing a flight of planes with a missing

plane.

  Watching fireflies in my front yard.

   Seeing the milky way from my property.

   Dairy Queen ice cream cone, dipped of course.  Take in a drive-in

in Guthrie.  Sitting on the porch and listening to the sounds of

nature, frogs, crickets, and other night critters.

Watching deer pass by.  Read a good book.

Hearing and smelling leather.

After living in Canada, Washington D.C., visiting Atlanta, Chicago,

Denver, I came home.  Home to Guthrie, Oklahoma. 

                B.J. Cassady

                Guthrie, Oklahoma

B.J. Cassady

BJ.Cassady @ af-group.com

B.J. Cassady is a Stephen Minister at

Edmond Trinity Church and ISD professional

in Guthrie, Oklahoma.  A disabled Vietnam

era USAF vet,  BJ enjoys giving back to

the world with his writings and is putting

together a CD audio collection of his best

writings.  For further information please

write: bj.enterprises @juno.com

Also look for his story 'Medals' in

"More Patriot Hearts" by Lt Col William

Coffey and "The Quilt".

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This Came to Mind :    A Little Humor From Mark

Mark Crider

You know, I've always loved beer, well since I was
about sixteen or so anyway. Only good beer though,
not pedestrian beer. Ayinger Brau Weisse is all I
ever drink in the brew department though.
It tastes like the kind my uncles and grandpa used
to make, the one that afforded them nice things
during prohibition.

Now it's certainly not low cal or low carb, but who
cares? It's good and that's all that matters even if
drinking a bottle of it is like consuming a loaf of
bread.

I have three, maybe four most evenings and
yesterday was no exception.

Sandra has been on weight watchers now since the
end of October and they have her really brainwashed
about people like me who encourage everyone to eat
all of the best that their hearts desire. Maybe this is
a throwback to my early years? Of not having much?
Could be. I'm not complaining though, she's really
getting back to racing form.

"Drinking that beer is like eating loaves of bread", she
threw at me.

"Sweetie, beer has been helping ugly people have sex
for thousands of years", I replied.

Now THAT my friends, is the way to have/get silence
around the house for awhile.
I'll let you know how long later.

Mark Crider

mark@cccoating.com

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TWO FACE (March 2005)

From: Georgewaters Ojeigbe -- Lagos, Nigeria gojiegbe@jhplc.com

She was very beautiful and adored by all men around.  She got into a relationship and was betrayed which made her to seek solemn life away from the opposite sex. 

She discovered that she was an easy victim of abuse because of her outstanding beauty and as such wanted a change.

One day she went to her mother to plead that her face surgery should be made successful.  After convincing her mother, father also involved to let her be.  She finally altered that once beautiful face of hers to look just like a local girl. 

She got an admission into higher institution; just the opportunity she had waited for.  She got away from parents and old friends even though nobody could remember her again...

Coincidentally, her former boy friend with his best friend also got admitted into this same school. 

Since she was no more beautiful she was not easily attracted to any boy around her again, even to her ex-boyfriend; totally a stranger now, whose only interest on girls is to make use and jump them never gave a damn to her presence. 

His best friend, a homely and considerate person, discovered that she is caring and intelligent felt concerned about this strange girl and got into intimate relationship with her.  She knew who both of them were but refused to disclose her identify to them.  Some how, some way she finally fell in love with her former boyfriend's best friend John.

One day John was in her hostel going through photo albums where he came across some old pictures recognized by him... He commented on the photos...

She asked him the question 'would you ever fall in love with such a beautiful girl if you find her...?'

He said not even when you are dead... 

Well, those pictures belong to an old friend of mine who I have not seen for years, so she said to him...

He knew he might have seen that face somewhere before... well, maybe just a resemblance of the girl once knew, he gasped ... but he couldn't be mistaken... he was sure that the picture looks like his friend's ex-girl friend.

Later in the evening when he got back to his hostel in the college where they were studying to become scientist while the girl was studying to become a Lunatic Nurse, he told his best friend James his findings. 

James refused to give him a hearing heart.  Instead he rebuked John saying 'you want me to go to that ugly girl's hostel, for what, to look at pictures you think are of my ex, how possible?' 

Well, I just thought you might love to see those pictures for yourself that look so much like your former beauty queen, he remarked before he left the room downcast...

(... John leaving the room) ...James remarked 'oooh you mean Ambipur that girl that I once impregnated and abandoned... maybe she might have committed suicide by now as her parents refused to disclose her position to anybody... God forbid, I can not go back to my vomit.  Moreover nobody knows her whereabouts anymore... let her rut in hell...'

After the school final exams and everybody fully prepared to face the world on their own... the wedding plan was laid out between Citrus (her camouflage name) and John...

Friends and relatives were called to attend including her former boy friend who reluctantly came.  Although, he would had been the best man to the bridegroom but he refused due to pride which he spoke out a day before the wedding. 

He said to John 'you know that all of my life I have never had anything to do with ugly girls so I can not stand behind you on your wedding day.  My friends and family members shall say look at his friend's ugly wife to be, what a shame...'

Before the wedding day, she sneaked back to the surgeon who fixed back her original face, even looking much more beautiful than ever. 

Throughout the morning, in conjunction with her parents before the church wedding procession she hid her face from the public covered with special thick veils bought before the wedding day. 

Well, may be she is ashamed of her looks most people kept commenting...  But her parents knew the truth and were not bothered, although, were concerned about the later effect...

Dong, dong, dong the church bells began to ring...

Boys, girls, women, men; rich and poor; black and white, from near and afar all moving into the church.

James came in with his wayward friends not to honor his once best friend's invitation but to mock him to death...

The massive church wall clock started to tick faster... as John waited patiently for the bride to come.  He swallowed saliva heavily with dignity as he knew he dearly would die for what he loved, come rain come shine...

James organized a way to put the whole show into a mess...

The church procession went normally through to the final stage to "can the bride groom open the veil and kiss the bride...' (fianc?Še's face cast down throughout until...)

Some well wishers seeing the procession coming to an end and the ugly face about to be revealed before the congregation became unhappy...

Others like James' friends had crocked their voices to spark up laughter...

Parents of Ambipur (true name of bride) were willing to confess to the Reverence Father after the wedding sat on the usual position for parents of the bride...

The clock ticked away; clank, clank, clank...

Veil slowly lifted from her face... as she gave a wild smile...

Dead silence and surprise filled the whole auditorium...

Whoa, what a beauty... who is she, where is she from, this must be the SNOW WHITE in real sense...  There was murmuring of surprise all over the auditorium...

John was surprised and stood still as his brain flashed back to those photo pictures he once saw in her hostel and remembered the question she did asked him...

John honey... never mind, I am your bride till death do us apart was her sweet comment to the hearing of the whole congregation...

JAMES slipped and collapsed on the floor...

The evil you refuse to do away with will hunt you in the near future...!

The story has just begun

Georgewaters Ojeigbe

gojiegbe @jhplc.com

BIO-DATA

I was born on 21^st April, 1970.  I live in Lagos, Nigeria the most populous city in Africa. I sing in a Church music group where I fellowship.  I love sports.  I love admiring the heavens and other wonderful works borne from Jehovah's hands.  I discovered the power of writing stories, encouraged by Carol.  Thanks for her existence!  I am pet lover minus snakes; I so much hate this creature called snake but others I prefer.  I like to do lots of home works like creating my art works, gardening, making some home furniture, fitting electrical appliances etc.

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Poetry Section

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The eighth day~

If There Was an Extra Day of the Week I would Spend it

Tim Kevin

Talking to faraway friends on the phone
Giving my soul time to catch up an atone
Lettin' the wind run wild through my hair
Listenin' to music that plucks my heartstrings bare
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Remember a love an baskin' in it's glow
Rockin' my baby to sleep soft and slow
Dancin' in the kitchen to an old music tune Sippin' honeysuckle nectar
from flowers by light of the moon
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Be swept away by love til it seems unreal
Show someone how much love I can feel
Lunch in a quiet forest sittin' upon a log
Playin' hide n seek with a lover in the fog
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Replenish an store a supply of patience
Lettin' one benefit from an experience
Taking the time to read a good book
An maybe go wading in a bubbling brook
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Have no interruptions to our quiet solitude Refuse to be rushed an let
none intrude
Write a how-much-you-mean-to-me letter
Run thru woods with a young Irish setter
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Lay in the grass and Indulge in a dream
Gather wildflowers by a flowing stream
Feel, heal, touch, caress an offer my love, Lay in a field counting
white clouds above
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Kiss a stranger and fall in a trance
Relishing the thoughts of a new romance
Go into the storm and dance in the rain
Be alive, no pretenses, no stress, no pain
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Share a candlelight dinner with a friend
Laugh so much that in double I'd bend
Watch a romance film with tissues handy,
Maybe even enjoy a little forbidden candy
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Have a party with good friends you know
With wine, laughter and candles aglow
Look at the night sky with stars so bright
Share a warm bath after by soft moonlight -
Put on some soft, comfy, cozy, cotton
And fall fast asleep, til all time forgotten
On sheets freshened by sunshine an dew
And dream a passionate dream of you --

Tim Kevin

irishwarlock@webtv.net

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Remembering A Childhood Summer

Tim Kevin

Bringing a found wild dandelion to Mom as if it were a rose
Feeling the cool mud squish thru your barefoot toes
Huggin' mason jars an chasin' firelies on a dark summer nite
Or kick the can and red rover til on came the nite street light
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Wearin' an clickin' metal cleats on shoe toes and heels
Building orange crate scooters with a roller skate's wheels
Seeing the "Milky Way on a magical night stars close enough to touch
Waiting for a fat green tomato to turn red that you want to eat so
much.
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Beatin' the hot city heat, splashin' and laughin' while wielding a
garden hose.
Or gettin' soaked dashin' thru opened fire hydrants, water just a
gushin' from those.
Hide an seek and sneakin' a peek at that favorite cute gal down the
street.
Going to the drug store fountain counter for an ice cream soda treat
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Gettin' crushed playin' buc buc stacked up against a tree or light pole
Buying glue and a piece of rubber at the 5 & 10 to fix a hole in your
sole
Blowing white fluff off of dried up dandelions to make a wish on.
Staring in wonderment as a butterfly soft as an angels kiss on your arm
it alights upon
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Lovin' the summers first sweet corn on the cob letting butter run down
your chin
Eating so much penny candy and mary janes it had to be a sin.
Skinning your knees on cement playing fruit basket basketball
Mibs and marbles, mumbley peg too, and trading the bubble gum cards of
baseball
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Roastin' taters or marshmellows on a vacant lot bon fire
Floatin' in a lake on an ole inner tube tire
Putting popsycle or ice cream bar sticks in the spokes of your bike
Helpin' the imagination to make it sound like an Indian or Harley might
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Rummaging for green coke bottles in garages, basements and closets
Returnin' 'em to buy Cherry Cokes or a Green River with the penny
deposits
Raiding the ice man's truck for a summer treat when left by the driver
Band aids and iodine ready for mom to treat scrapes, bruises, blisters
or a sliver.
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Loving the puingent smell of an autumn bon fire's burning leaves
Knowing the summer was soon over as foilage was falling from trees.
And it would be back to school soon......
Our next adventure a halloween harvest moon
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by ..... The Irish Warlock

irishwarlock@webtv.net

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"A Need For Love"

Tim Kevin

You sheltered your love within for so long
Taking a peek each day hoping it may
Be your someone special has come along
Only to watch the dream again fade away

For no one has appeared to stir your heart
With longing or even a promise of passion
No target for your eyes to secretly impart
Desire to a loving passionate companion<BR

Once more the eyes conceal the dream
And it's put back away in that secret place
Taken out only in the light of a moonbeam
To rustling sheets as your heart does race

The dream deminishes with passing days
Unattainable through the passing seasons
Almost forgotten, buried in so many ways
Then one wild day for no rhyme or reason

You are struck with a tingling realization
An sudden feeling for a stranger or friend
The dream alive with a physical sensation
Your consciousness, reality, now at upend

Eyes sparkle openly sending signs of love
You become lite headed and dance along
Now impervious to life's rain from above
Cuz someone is singing you a love song

A warm spring day has come to your door
A day that's always been looking for you
Erasing the weary dreary days of before
To bring a special someone to make love to you

by ...... The IrishWarlock

irishwarlock@webtv.net

About Me:
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Tim Kevin, is the owner of the Yahoo adult
humor group, BICs_Jokers_Wild and resides in
Punta Gorda, Florida.

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Writers Feedback

Kenny's G is a marvelous story.  I have always hated report cards for they seem mistakenly too often to assign a value to the child and not just to the work.  I like the approach of Is this your best work?  Thank you Kay                      Louise Nomani

Carol,

   May you seize the day my friend and live it to the fullest.  May you fill your heart with love and your life with joy.  May you live in kindness, goodness, and happiness no matter what your circumstances.  And most of all may you continue to share your wonderful soul with this world through your writings and through your life.  Wishing you every joy, Joe

I just wanted to let you know, I really enjoyed your story -- The Touch Of The Moment ~Sandy

Prayer Requests and Updates

This man needs prayer for his son and I can't find the email addie of the prayer dude.  I have prayed for him but it will help if others join in and help him.  This man is torn apart because his son is lost in New York someplace and it hurts me because I can feel his pain.  Thank you.

Dear Sharlette,

I was sent this testimony by my friend Frank Britt, and want to let you
know how thrilled I am that you have been given a new life and sense of
self-worth as a child of God in the grace of Christ Jesus. Because you
have been there, may I ask you to pray for a similar miracle in the life
of my 37 year-old youngest son Jeremy, a graduate in chemistry from
Oxford and a Doctor of Music, now living out of a back-pack on street
corners in New York or in a Mother Theresa hostel if he can get in, not
because of alcohol but because as an 11 year old chorister in Winchester
Cathedral he was sexually abused by a world-famous tenor and that set
him on a path of self-destruction leading to HIV and now probably AIDS
... His mother and I have our failings, but brought him up in the
traditions of evangelical Christianity, wrapped in prayer ... God says
of His word "It shall not return to me void, but shall accomplish the
purpose for which I sent it."

Yours most sincerely,   Dr Iain Clayre, Edmonton, Canada.

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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