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Storytime Tapestry Newsletter The newsletter devoted to
spreading love and cultural awareness around the world. Today??™s announcements Congratulations goes out to David
Wainland, writer # 135 who became Senior writer today! Now onto the good stuff! ? Today??™s Queue Stories ~**~**~ Miracle of the Dark David Wainland Wilma hit us on Monday morning and by the
time the sun set every light under the cloudy night sky had been extinguished. Tuesday morning everybody in my
neighborhood was piling hurricane debris on the grassy swales in front of our
homes and counting the damage in dollars and cents. By late afternoon we had
all come to the realization that that power would not be coming back anytime
soon. Food began to rot in the refrigerators, medicine started to spoil and
except for the lucky few that had generators, it looked like a long, long
night. We still had a couple of hour??™s daylight so
it gave us the extra time to gear up for the darkness ahead. Unprepared as we
were, my wife and I started the search for propane, flashlights, lanterns,
candles and a neglected battery operated TV. And then, all at once it was dark. Darker
then I ever remember it being in What remained was the sky, black as
Lucifer??™s soul and cloudless as a winter morning after a snow fall. A trillion
stars carpeted the night and bright as I have ever seen. I walked our greyhound
and lighted the path with a flashlight until it seemed the beam became the
offender instead of the aid. Instead I clicked it off and allowed My living room glowed by candlelight and
the blue of a six-inch black and white TV. I walked over and sat on the couch
next to my wife and Eight days later the electric came back on
and while I was delirious with joy,
deep inside I missed the stars. David Wainland David @ DavidWainland.com About Me: I am a professional artist and metal sculptor known as Sculptoons and I??™m the creator of custom tabletop
items. I paint as well as cartoon. My work is displayed at art festivals in My passion is writing and I have completed two novels, Matecumbe
Key ?©, about the 1935 Labor Day Hurricane and Red Absinthe ?©, a murder mystery
set in 1926 I??™m
married and the father of two. My son passed away in July of 2003 and left
behind a beautiful daughter. Just one of my three grandchildren. My daughter
and her family live in New Jersey ~**~**~ ? THE
FASTEST EGG LOADER
(December 2005)
By: Georgewaters Ojeigbe ??“? ? ? ? ? ? ?
??“? ? ? ? ? ? ?
gojiegbe@jhplc.com ? Each time I remember the story that I am about telling, I
always laugh at my foolish but innocent attitude.? ? Years ago, from my parents??™ in quote view, the terrible
experience was not a matter of laughter but of ???waywardness??™ and ???I don??™t care??™
attitude. ? Today, I have realized that the growing child has a way of
acquainting to things.? It may be gradual but all the same, he or she gets
to the place of near perfection in life.? ???No human being is 100% perfect
in doing things in life??™. ? When I was a child, we used to visit the poultries with
mummy for eggs.? I always loved to hear those fowls doing the coo, coo,
coo in their cages.? What used to amaze me most was the manner which the
chicken lift a leg and suspend it for some minutes as they keep staring at
you.? Sometimes they would bend their heads from one angle to another
until they probably become tired of suspending the leg before changing to the
other leg.? ? Well, for their eggs, I used to believe that they were only
molds that are dropped behind them by God.? My belief altered after I had
seen people made pastries from plaster-scene.? One day I said to myself
that if one could make pastries, then it is possible to make eggs out of the
plaster-scene or from native red soil that have almost the same texture with
clay.? Each time I joined other kids to make pastes either from
plaster-scene, or the native red soil mostly found in the Benin Kingdom called
Edo State, I would roll all kinds of shapes which I did named after each
kind.? In those days, whether they looked like what I named was never
anybody??™s business for as long as in my eyes they look like what I thought them
to be. ? What is about the fastest loader??¦?? Oh yes, I was the
fastest loader of all time!? I once almost emptied four creates of eggs
into a basket in less than half a minute. ? Numerous times, I had watched mummy empty eggs from crates
into a basket gently; by then I had not known the fragility of eggs.? To
me they seemed to be hard as pastries.? I had seen adults broke egg shell
with hard objects before frying or pealed after been boiled and I felt that by
using such hard objects is because of the thickness, meaning that this oval
thing known as egg has hard membrane.? I never knew it was not so thick
until that faithful day when I broke the world record and entered into the
???Guinness Book of Punishment???. ? As usual, on a Saturday morning, we visited the poultry with
mummy.? This poultry belongs to her friend Mrs. Okonkwo who works in the
same University Teaching Hospital with mum.? During visits, mummy and her friend??™s tradition is to talk
and talk about one matron, or one stubborn doctor or one incapable student
nurse.? ???Eh, eh, eh, didn??™t you see that nutty nurse, she couldn??™t hold
the scissors properly and she calls herself a nurse, what a shameless student???,
mummy would say to her friend??¦ then their proper gist would begin. ? In the midst of their gist, mummy??™s bunny face friend would
call my cousin Clarus, Clarus (a nickname) instead of Lanre and she would also
call me Giringori Ginringori instead of George; she does this in a praiseful
way.? This woman??™s facial expression used to look funny to Lanre and I and
as such we nicknamed her Bunny Face, Bunny Mouth, Bunny Leg, Bunny Belly.?
Although, she was fun to look at and she was a homely woman. ? ? You see, each time mummy picks an egg from the crate to drop
into the basket, she would hold the piece of egg for over a minute while she
engages herself with her somewhat b-e-s-t friend discussing one over-sabi or
? too-know (busy body) matron, doctor or a cheap student nurse.? In
other words, mummy could use about thirty m-i-n-u-t-e-s to empty just one crate
of eggs into a basket.? That means thirty pieces of eggs times four crates
that goes for about two hours just to empty four crates.? Ah, I never knew
it was so alarmy until now! ? Well, both Lanre and I used to find their nosy stories funny
and we do not hide our feelings as we would also laugh our heads off.?
Somehow, both of us were busy body lads too.? So can you imagine mummy
using about two hours to empty just four crates of eggs into a basket!??
It was from here an idea to teach mum the easiest way to empty crates of eggs
into a basket struck me. ? I had seen bricklayer emptied head pans filled with gravels
at once and had also seen a basket filled with oranges emptied on the ground at
once.? So I then banked on this idea for good and swift result.? I
had thought that after showing mummy the quickest way to empty crates of eggs
into the basket would make her praise me for my wisdom.? No! No! No!?
It was never wisdom instead it was the foolishness of Makazuzu or that of Bart
Simpson and his son. ? This faithfully day, in no time, we arrived the poultry as
usual.? Mummy hopped out of her Renault car like a teenager and she cat or
human walked straight into her friend??™s house.? Mrs. Okonkwo was already
expectant; I mean waiting for more professional gist of the week??™s
latest.? I, believing that my idea would allow mummy more rooms to gist
quickly followed her into the house and excitedly asked her if I could put the
eggs into the basket.? She quite alright answered ???YES!??™ ? She then
advised that I place the eggs gently into the basket. ? Inside of me, I said ???gently ko, gently ni??? as a mocking,
meaning what does she mean by being gentle in putting common eggs into a
basket.? I was to do it my way I sighed, and that childish thing was on me
as I skipped towards the poultry alongside my cousin and the poultry attendant. ? After the attendant had given us the preferential treatment
by giving us the most fantastic eggs, with no supervision I started to empty
the crates into basket.? I picked the first crate held it high up and gave
it a throw into the basket like a bricklayer emptying a head pan filled with
gravels on the ground.? Suddenly, I found the whole thirty pieces of eggs
broken.? I did not understand why it must be so.? Again, I picked the
second crate and did the same act and same story came up.? By now my blood
stream had gone up!? ? I knew I was in problem, I knew mummy was going
to swallow me up today.? Not too long she came flying into the
poultry.? Immediately her eyes set on the broken eggs, a heavy knock
pounded on my head and I heard it on me like a thunderbolt.? I shrank as
she pulled one of her schull shoes which she hit me severally with to tell me
that I was foolish and not wise as ???KING SOLOMON??™ of old.? ? Thank God for her Bunny Friend who rescued me from the hands
of the Gladiator mummy.? Mrs. Okonkwo simply said, ?????¦he is a lad and still
growing to learn more and more???.? Mummy??™s friend replaced the two broken
crates of eggs for us which solved the problem otherwise I would had been caned
more at home. ? Today, I am wiser and know that eggs are to be gently loaded
into baskets or into any other container be it polythene, sack, paper or any
kind of bag for carriage.? Today, I can laugh over that drama, as I now
understood the plight of a growing child.? I now understand that children
need to be lectured and be monitored until reaching nearly perfection because
no human can be perfect.? ? We all started somewhere by crawling through the stage of
staggering before been able to walk but today as grown ups we can boldly jump
poles and leap the stairs without any aid.? But a while, again, at old
age, we go babyish in our walking pattern.? Just the stage we all must
pass through in LIFE. ? BIO-DATA I was born on ~**~**~ ~ Happiness ~ Joyce C. Lock ? ? ? We convince ourselves that life will be
better when we have a baby or? another one.? When we finally get what
we thought we wanted, we? find ourselves? exhausted.? Then,
we? conclude we will be more content when the children? are
older.? ? ? ? ? Only, they do get older.? Then, we
have teenagers to deal with.? ? Surely, happiness will come? once
they have outgrown that stage.? But, no, wait.? They leave the nest. ? ? ? ? We tell ourselves that life will be
complete when our spouse gets? their act together, when we get a nicer car,
when we get a raise, when we have grandchildren, or when we are able to go on a
nicer vacation. ? ? ? ? The truth is, there is no better time to
be happy than right now.? If not now, when?? Your life will always be
filled with challenges.? It is best to admit this to yourself and decide
to be happy anyway. ? ? ? ? There is no way to happiness.?
Happiness is the way.? So, treasure every moment that you have and
treasure it more because you shared it with someone special enough to share
your? time with;? and remember that time waits for no one. ? ? ? ? Stop waiting until you finish school,
until you go back to school, until you lose ten pounds, until you gain ten
pounds, until you start work, until you retire, until you get married, until
you get divorced, until Friday night, until Sunday morning, until you get a new
home, until your home is paid off, until spring, until summer, until fall,
until winter, until you get approved for disability, until you are off welfare,
until the first or the fifteenth, until your song comes on, until you have had
a drink, until you have sobered up, until you die, until you? get
to? heaven? to decide to be happy. ? ? Happiness is a journey, not a destination. ? ? ?© by Joyce C. Lock Poetry Section ~**~**~ I wrote this poem
for all ? ASK GOD Linda Ann Henry I ask you Dear God, why am I
here What is the reason I was sent, I sometimes feel sad I cry until I cannot see
through my eyes. I ask You? God, why... "My child, I sent you Because you understand pain You will not turn your? back For people, who are no longer
the? same. Ask Me why, My answer is this I need your help, please do not
miss Help the mother who just lost
her child Give a child your love Out of all I know, you will try I sent you here for? a
reason, that is why In Heaven? I will be your
biggest fan Ask your God to hold your hand, I will take your cross when you
grieve Ask? Me, and I promise I will be your eyes to see Linda Ann Henry Do you remember me The people's poet ~**~**~ To my little angel Linda Ann Henry I have a little angel I carry along with me She sits upon my shoulder For all the world to see I love this little angel You can see her if you try If you kiss her cheek You can almost hear her cry I? ? have a name for
my little angel I call her mother dear Whenever I pray She is always near Everyone has an angel They should open their eyes to
see Within their hearts they are
special And will live in eternity Linda Ann Henry Do you remember me The people's poet ~**~**~ Readers Feedback Feb?
24th ??“ Dianna Doles, comments ??“ Today??™s Thoughts -
AMEN! We need to get the government out of our lives. Like Eddie Chiles used to
say every morning on the radio- Feb 24th - Wrote a thank you note to Mark and I
see other responses in my email box. ? Feb 23 ??“ Warm Hearts - How very
kind of you to make my article your special treat today.? Storytime has
become a part of my day everyday and I enjoy it so much.? Senior Writers Chief writer: Sharon Bryant Agee, Vance; Apted, Violet;
Baker, Kathy; Batt, Al; Berry, Nell; Blaine, Pamela; Boda, Ginger; Buhagiar,
Victor; Cassady, B.J.; Cavalera, Robyn; Crider, Mark; Deming, Barb; Doherty,
Maria; Gilbert, Robert, Jr.; Goodier, Steve; Braun-Haley, Ellie; Harris, Kathy
Anne; Hunt, Sharlett; Hymes, Christina; Jacobson, Gary; Kiser, Roger Dean;
Kerens, Claudia; Kevin, Tim; Jenkins, Pamela; Liles, Norma; Lily Jodi Flesberg;
Lock, Joyce; Marlor, Janice Bumbalough; Mazzella, Joe; Morris, Deepak; Ojeibge,
Georgewaters; Petry, Dianna Doles; Roberts, Susan; Shiveley, Debra; Shaw, Bob;
Sims, Richard; Streidel, Saskia; Swarner, Ken; Vaknin, Sam; Verhoeff, Jan;
Walker, Bill; Walker, Joe; Warner, Gordon, K; Walsh, Sue; Weymouth, Barbara J.;
Whirity, Kathy; Wainland, David; White Robert; Storytime Tapestry Staff Carol Roach -
Founder/publisher Thelma Hartselle - Co-Founder,
Moderator Clara Westerfer ??“ moderator Bob Johnston - moderator ? |
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