Saturday, September 14, 2013
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Making Strides Against Breast Cancer
It's been a long time....
Since I last wrote, my oldest son graduated from college & both my sons are home for the summer. The oldest got engaged July 17th to a lovely girl. I am so looking forward to having a daughter.
Our family took a long awaited trip to Ireland and London the end of May. It was wonderful.
This week a dear teacher and friend of my sons died. He gave his heart and soul to education. He loved and respected the young men whom he taught and they loved and respected him. Go with God Brother John! Thank you for touching my sons' lives. You will be missed.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
The love of a child
This is from one of my favorite children's books:
The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys, and would never turn into anything else. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it.
"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
from The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Deep thoughts this evening
If I leave you it doesn't mean I love you any less
Keep me in your heart for awhile
Warren Zevon - Keep Me In Your Heart-From "The Wind"
What a sense of humor!
My sister called today to make sure I saw this obituary that was published in today's Courier-Journal. I mean no disrespect by publishing it here. Ms. Nukols, you had a unique sense of humor that you obvously passed on to your sons.
NUCKOLS, VERA, repeating age 29 many times over, died Friday, March 31, 2006. She raised her sons, Mike, Pat, Scott, and John, and she now wants to be buried upside down so every man can kiss her.... Her memorial service will be at 2 p.m. Sunday April 2nd at The Funeral Chapel at Cave Hill Cemetery. Those wishing to attend should meet at 1:45 p.m. at the Grinstead Drive Entrance In lieu of flowers, please make contributions to benefit the living.
