Newly Painted Metal Side Table
I can not possibly know how it feels to lose a child or watch them slowly die, or how it feels to lose a parent, or a spouse, because so far I have not had to know, but I know how I felt when I lost my grandparents and a few pets over the years and I assume it is much, much worse pain to endure. And I can imagine its pain you never lose and no matter how much time passes, you always feel the loss. I just hope anyone, and mostly any of my friends and family, that are going thru any of this sadness, that they know in their hearts that those that are still around them, love them, need them, and want to help even if they don’t know how to say it or actually do it. We will all lose our loved ones at some point and we need to try and know that we still are needed. I hope somehow that everyone knows, there is ALWAYS someone who loves and needs you, Always!
A mouse looked through the crack in the wall
to see the farmer and his wife open a package.
“What food might this contain?”, the mouse wondered.
He was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.
Retreating to the farmyard,
the mouse proclaimed this warning :
“There is a mousetrap in the house!
There is a mousetrap in the house!”
The chicken clucked and scratched,
raised her head and said, “Mr. Mouse,
I can tell this is a grave concern to you,
but it is of no consequence to me.
I cannot be bothered by it.”
The mouse turned to the pig and told him,
“There is a mousetrap in the house!
There is a mousetrap in the house!”
The pig sympathized, but said,
“I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse,
but there is nothing I can do about it
but pray..
Be assured you are in my prayers.”
The mouse turned to the cow and said,
“There is a mousetrap in the house!
There is a mousetrap in the house!”
The cow said, “Wow, Mr. Mouse. I’m sorry for you,
but it’s no skin off my nose.”
> So, the mouse returned to the house,
head down and dejected,
to face the farmer’s mousetrap
. . . Alone.. .. ..
That very night
a sound was heard throughout the house
— the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.
The farmer’s wife rushed to see what was caught.
In the darkness, she did not see it.
It was a venomous snake
whose tail was caught in the trap.
The snake bit the farmer’s wife.
The farmer rushed her to the hospital.
When she returned home she still had a fever.
Everyone knows you treat a fever
with fresh chicken soup.
So the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard
for the soup’s main ingredient:
But his wife’s sickness continued.
Friends and neighbors came to sit with her
around the clock.
To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig.
But, alas, the farmer’s wife did not get well…
She died.
So many people came for her funeral
that the farmer had the cow slaughtered
to provide enough meat for all of them
for the funeral luncheon.
And the mouse looked upon it all
from his crack in the wall
with great sadness.
So, the next time you hear
someone is facing a problem
and you think it doesn’t concern you,
remember —
When one of us is threatened, we are all at risk.
We are all involved in this journey called life.
We must keep an eye out for one another
and make an extra effort
to encourage one another.
YOU MAY WANT TO SEND THIS
TO EVERYONE WHO HAS EVER
HELPED YOU OUT…
AND LET THEM KNOW
HOW IMPORTANT THEY ARE.
– REMEMBER –
EACH OF US IS A VITAL THREAD
IN ANOTHER PERSON’S TAPESTRY.
OUR LIVES ARE WOVEN TOGETHER
FOR A REASON.
One of the best things to hold onto
In this world is a FRIEND.
Till next time!
I love fabric! In 7th grade I had sewing and cooking class in junior high. I loved the sewing! I didn’t love following the pattern directions so I would usually just cut out the pattern and then sew the article together by my own way.
These are a few of my Raggedy friends that I still have!
I have so been out of the creative mood. Finally I am ready to get back to getting some of my furniture painting projects done!
See you soon with the after pics!
HINGHAM – Hingham Bathing Beach – Free Parking – Lifeguards – Restrooms – adjacent to Hingham Harbor – off Route 3
QUINCY – Wollaston Beach – Lifeguards – Restrooms – Restaurants nearby – located off Quincy Shore Drive
SCITUATE – Minot Beach – Porta potties – Beach stickers needed – $35.00 for residents – $200 for non-residents – take Gannet Road
SCITUATE – Humarock Beach – Lifeguards – Porta potties – Restaurants nearby – $35.00 for residents – $200 for non-residents – take Central Avenue
SCITUATE – Egypt Beach – Lifeguards – Porta potties – $35.00 for residents – $200 for non-residents – take Hatherly Road
SCITUATE – Sand Hills Beach – Lifeguards – Porta potties – $35.00 for residents – $200 for non-residents – take Turner Road
SCITUATE – Peggotty Beach – Snack Bar – Porta potties – $35.00 for residents – $200 for non-residents – take Edward Foster Road
COHASSET – Sandy Beach – Lifeguards – Restrooms – Resident sticker parking $50 – non-residents must contact Sandy Beach Association – take Atlantic Avenue
HULL – Nantasket Beach – Lifeguards –Restrooms- Food – Street parking and pay parking available – Route 3A to Nantasket Avenue
HULL – Gun Rock Beach – Calm waves – Basketball and Tennis Courts nearby – Restaurants and small food stands nearby – some parking require a resident sticker, some do not – located off Atlantic Avenue
MARSHFIELD – Rexhame Beach – Lifeguards – Restrooms – Food – Resident Beach stickers are $30.00 Non-resident parking is $10.00 weekdays and $15.00 weekends – Route 139 to Winslow Street
MARSHFIELD – Brant Rock Beach – Lifeguards – Restrooms – Tide Pools – Resident Beach Stickers $30.00 – Non-resident parking $5.00 weekdays, $10.00 weekends and Holidays – Located off Dyke Road
MARSHFIELD – Green Harbor Beach – Lifeguards – Restrooms – Food – Avon street parking lot, Beach Street Extension, and the Post Office lot are available for Residents; 40 spaces are reserved for non-residents at the Lobster Pound – Resident Beach stickers are $30.00 Non-resident parking is $10.00 weekdays and $15.00 weekends – Route 139 to Beach Street
DUXBURY – Duxbury Beach – Lifeguards – Restrooms – Food – non-resident Beach Permit is $275.00 – Resident Beach Permit is $70.00 – Resident over sand permit is $150.00 – Resident Beach Permit for Seniors is $35.00 – Resident over sand permit for seniors is $80.00 – Daily Parking fee is $15.00 – off Gurnet Road
PLYMOUTH – White Horse Beach – Lifeguards – ice cream trucks – Parking is on private lots and some on-street parking – Route 3A in Manomet
PLYMOUTH – Ellisville Harbor State Park – Free Parking – Walking Trail – Seal Watching – located south of Plymouth center off Route 3A
PLYMOUTH – Nelson Street Beach – Free Parking – Restrooms – Food – located north of Plymouth center off Route 3A
PLYMOUTH – Plymouth Beach – Lifeguards – Restrooms – Food – Non-resident parking is $10.00 weekdays and $15.00 weekends and Holidays – located Warren Avenue
SANDWICH – Scusset Beach – Lifeguards – Restrooms – Food – Season passes available – Daily parking is available $10.00 per car – 140 Scusset Beach Road, Sagamore Beach
KINGSTON – Gray’s Beach Park – Playground – Restrooms- Food – off Gray’s Beach Road in area of Rocky Nook in Kingston
Sophie is the best!
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Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench.. She didn’t move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands.
When I sat down beside her she didn’t acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK.
Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. ‘Yes, I’m fine, thank you for asking,’ she said in a clear voice strong.
‘I didn’t mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK,’ I explained to her.
‘Have you ever looked at your hands,’ she asked. ‘I mean really looked at your hands?’
I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making.
Grandma smiled and related this story:
‘Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life.
‘They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor.
They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child, my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war.
‘They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special.
They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse.
‘They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn’t understand.
They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer.
‘These hands are the mark of where I’ve been and the ruggedness of life.
But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of God.
I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God reached out and took my grandma’s hands and led her home. When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of grandma. I know she has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God.
I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face.
