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In post 456 above... Is that one of my relations.. I knew I grew up in the Ozarks.. but I thought at least my family still shaved when they could find a sharp piece of glass or a whittling knife...
THANK'S CHUCK:thanks:
THINK SPRING
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Native Commandments
Jasper Saunkeah, Cherokee
Treat the Earth and all that dwell thereon with respect.
Remain close to the Great Spirit.
Show great respect for your fellow beings.
Work together for the benefit of all Mankind.
Give assistance and kindness wherever needed.
Do what you know to be right.
Look after the well being of mind and body.
Dedicate a share of your efforts to the greater good.
Be truthful and honest at all times.
Take full responsibility for your actions.
Let us greet the dawn of a new day
when all can live as one with nature
and peace reigns everywhere.
Oh Great Spirit, bring to our brothers
the wisdom of Nature and the knowledge
that if her laws are obeyed
this land will again flourish
and grasses and trees will grow as before.
Guide those that through their councils
seek to spread the wisdom of their leaders to all people.
Heal the raw wounds of the earth
and restore to our soul the richness
which strengthens men's bodies
and makes them wise in their councils.
Being that I am Missouri Cherokee I would like to say thanks for the above post.. I do have two points I would like to make, If I may.
1. The last paragraph should not apply or be there (I know that you did not write this, so you are forgiven).
2. That image does not go with that set of Commandments. It should be a old chief in full head dress. I am not a chief. Nor do I ever hope to be. But I do have a head dress and I have earned every feather in it.
But again, thanks anyway.
FROM DAY'S GONE BUY...:coffee:
FEEL FREE TO ADD YOUR OWN..:coffee: :coffee: :coffee:
Medals
Don't envy a man his medals
All those ribbons on his chest
He did not try to get them
They're not there at his request
They were earned in stinking hell holes
Where no man would like to go
Or in cold and wintry places
Where there's only ice and snow
He did not know he earned them
Till they were awarded at parade
And they were bright when he first got them
But in time the colors fade
He was told he had to wear them
And to wear them all with pride
But when the memories come to haunt him
Those same medals make him hide
Cause those medals will not bring back
All those guys he left behind
And he would trade them all forever
For a little peace of mind
So don't envy a man his medals
You don't want to take his place
Thinking back to long gone battles
And meeting dead friends face to face
:salute: :salute: :salute: :salute:
Thanks. You do good stuff.
MISS JOAN
03-07-2006, 17:55
IT'S A RO:thanks: MER
Ah...sweet mystery of life...at last I've found you..................
Memories
by Kamay
Looking at this photograph
Reminds us of our past
All the good times that we had
All the giggles and laughs
The anticipation of leaving first we shop and then we pack
Then we load everything into the car
Like we're never coming back
Family vacations to Florida
Oh what a blast
The warm sunny days at the beach
They never seem to last
Then we head back to our condo
For a midnight dip in the pool
The next morning we sleep in
And when we wake breakfast is ready,on the kitchen stool
Now its over
The eating, the swimming, the sleeping in late
It's done
Looking at this photograph reminds us of our family vacation fun!
:salute: :coffee:
The Memorial
We tried,we tried,Oh God we tried
So we could be here too
And walk around remembering
And look for names we knew
Our lives were lost so far away
Upon a distant shore
But we are here in memory
As you read our names once more
Remember us,Remember us
Although we're truly gone
Remember us,as we once were
And not just names in stone
:coffee: :salute: :salute: :salute:
In regards to my post 463.
No that is not taken by our place but "was" taken on our beloved Lake Superior, "shining deep sea water..Gitche Goomee" from what I was told by a friend that gave me permission to post it from a different photo forum and site. I think it is beautiful too. It wasn't done with a digital but with a Canon with filters, etc. Thanks for the notice. I'll relay your response.
Am posting several I think are pretty although they aren't mine. Go to PhotoGalaxy.com if you want to see a lot of breathtakingly beautiful photos from all over the world by amateurs and prfessionals alike. It's a great place to learn from. I am reading up on how it's done there and hope to someday afford a better camera.
:coffee:
Viewed before a mothers eyes,
forever a child in arms embrace
From swaddled dreams and lullabies,
years pass beyond the cradles' lace
In ardent heart her children dwell,
time's forgotten to a mother's care
Aging shadows and streaks of gray,
offers no lesser love to share
In youth she cuddled babes to breast,
memories undaunted by twilights gone
Sometimes a tear from hidden face,
falls with an image of yesterday's dawn
Laughter of children from fondest dreams,
whisk her away to longed places of lure
Sorrowed weeps sanctioned with smile,
remind us her love will always endure
Viewed before a mothers eyes,
beloved children never grow old
Her babes are offered lulling comfort,
in cradled arms that never unfold
THERE SO MANY PHOTO'S THAT WE ALL SHARE I THINK THE MAIN REASON
I DO THIS IS THAT I KNOW SOMEONE WELL ENJOY THEM....
OUTSTANDING PHOTO CJ.
THANK YOU:coffee:
:banana: Thanks Bro! Your photos are pretty outstanding too!
I fought the snow, and the snow won
By Jim Fabiano
There I stood, looking up at a white mountain of snow that seemed to
reach the sky. The wind whipped a fine spray from the summit as though
it were Everest.
I was awestruck by its size and beauty - but wished it wasn't in the
middle of my driveway.
The day had begun with me inside the garage, trying to open the door.
For about half an hour, in sub-zero temperatures, I chipped away at the
ice between the bottom of the door and the pavement that had sealed it
shut.
When the door finally opened to reveal the spectacular winter vista, my
first thought was how beautiful it all was. It was like that scene in
"The Wizard of Oz" where Dorothy's world turns from black and white to
color - except in reverse. The world had been transformed into a
glittering white wonderland.
After I stood there a few minutes admiring the view of nature in all its
frozen splendor, I decided I'd better start my snowblower.
Like my garage doors, the snowblower wouldn't budge at first: It was
frozen solid to the garage floor. It took 10 minutes of heaving it this
way and that - like a team of dogs trying to break the sled runners
loose - before I was able to budge it and drag it over to the open
doorway.
Then - you guessed it - the thing wouldn't start.
When you're shoveling snow, a snowblower seems like a great idea. Then
you spend $1,800 for one - only to discover that you expend about the
same amount of energy getting one to start as you would shoveling 20
feet of driveway.
I told my reluctant snowblower that its mother was an Edsel, its father,
a Pinto. And that did the trick because the snowblower coughed loudly
into action.
I was so excited that I shoved it out into the snow, where it began
throwing a huge white plume of snow over my head.
Unfortunately, I had forgotten to point the chute in the right
direction, and a torrent of snow poured deep into my garage. I'm certain
I heard a chuckle in the noise coming from the snowblower engine.
When I grabbed the chute to point it in another direction, it swung
around and blasted a jet of freezing snow into my face, filling my eyes
and nose before pouring down my neck. I opened my mouth to scream and
swallowed a couple of pounds of snow before snapping my mouth shut.
I smacked the chute away from me and wiped the snow off my face. It
actually took a couple of seconds to pry my eyes open.
At last the machine seemed to have gotten its revenge and began going in
the direction I wanted, clearing a neat pathway through the snow on my
driveway.
In defense of the snowblower, I have to say that when it was up and
running and doing its thing, it did a good job. Well, it did until it
reached the barricade of snow left by the town's snowplow at the end of
my driveway.
Back and forth I pushed the snowblower - carefully coaxing it forward
toward the main road about an inch at a time - as it shot a high arc of
snow over my head. Then the wind picked up and began blowing snow back
into the path I had cleared.
Before long, I disappeared into the middle of a "snowblower blizzard"
that deposited more snow behind and on top of me than I was able to
clear.
Then I heard a distant rumble. The sound reached a crescendo, and I saw
the amber flashing light of the town plow as it began another sweep up
my road.
It barreled forward with unstoppable force, throwing a tsunami of snow
out in front of it. All I could do was stand there and stare as it came
closer and closer. The beast roared past, and in a microsecond, my
snowblower and I were completely engulfed in a tidal wave of snow. And I
don't mean temporarily: I mean we were both buried.
I spat snow from my mouth, waved my arms, and yelled "Avalaaaanche" at
the top of my lungs. As the snowplow roared away, I know I heard its
driver let out a wild, maniacal laugh.
I began digging upward from my silent, snowy tomb. After a few minutes,
I broke through into daylight. I then clawed my way - one hand at a time
- out of the newly formed snowbank.
I knew what I had to do: I trudged back to my garage and retrieved the
snow shovel - to dig out my snowblower
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~ENDLESS~
This journey's endless time,
Where memories wander back,
And linger now and then,
With love to this place
Journey made sometimes in darkness,
I don't know where time goes,
Days of sunshine! days of rain!
Crossing over with dreams in my head
See the road before you,
With wings of love,
And pure lace to shower you,
With kisses everywhere
Each day is a gift to share,
My heart and soul aligned,
Will welcome you,
with truth and grace! :coffee: :coffee:
My hero?...Well that's a hard one...but I would have to say...My sister, yeah she's made mistakes but why she was making them she was being herself and thats all that matters. :thanks: :thanks:
:coffee: :coffee: TRUST................
yes trust that's the word
we got 15 ins of snow comming iin tonight
y'all keep warm
MISS JOAN
03-12-2006, 17:05
I am sure there are more this author didn't consider. Jim
Tax his land, tax his wage,
Tax his bed in which he lays.
Tax his tractor, tax his mule,
Teach him taxes is the rule.
Tax his cow, tax his goat,
Tax his pants, tax his coat.
Tax his ties, tax his shirts,
Tax his work, tax his dirt.
Tax his tobacco, tax his drink,
Tax him if he tries to think.
Tax his booze, tax his beers, If he cries, tax his tears.
Tax his bills, tax his gas,
Tax his notes, tax his cash.
Tax him good and let him know
That after taxes, he has no dough.
If he hollers, tax him more,
Tax him until he's ! good and sore.
Tax his coffin, tax his grave,
Tax the sod in which he lays.
Put these words upon his tomb,
"Taxes drove me to my doom!"
And w hen he's gone, we won't relax,
We'll still be after the inheritance TAX
Hey maybe you'll get a refund!!
Accounts Receivable Tax
Building Permit Tax
CDL license Tax
Cigarette Tax
Corporate Income Tax
Dog License Tax
Federal Income Tax
Federal Unemployment Tax (FUTA)
Fishing License TaxFood License Tax
Fuel permit tax
Gasoline Tax (42 cents per gallon)
Hunting License Tax
Inheritance Tax
Interest expense (tax on the money)
Inventory tax
IRS Interest Charges (tax on top of tax)
IRS Penalties (tax! on top of tax)
Liquor Tax
Luxury Taxes
Marriage License Tax
Medicare Tax
Property Tax
Real Estate Tax
Service charge taxes
Social Security Tax
Road usage taxes (Truckers)
Sales Taxes
Recreational Vehicle Tax
School Tax
State Income Tax
State Unemployment Tax (SUTA)
Telephone federal excise tax
Telephone federal universal service fee tax
Telephone federal, state and local surcharge taxes
Telephone minimum usage surcharge tax
Telephone recurring and non-recurring charges tax
Telephone state and local tax
Telephone usage charge tax
Utility Taxes
Vehicle License Registration Tax
Vehicle Sales Tax
Watercraft registration Tax
Well Permit Tax
Workers Compensation Tax
COMMENTS: Not one of these taxes existed 100 years ago and our nation was the most prosperous in the world, had absolutely no national debt, had the largest middle class in the world and Mom stayed home to raise the kids.
What happened? :banghead: :banghead: :banghead: :banghead:
The old Indian teaching was that is is wrong to tear loose from its place on the earth anything that may be growing there. It may be cut off, but it should not be uprooted. The trees and the grass have spirits. Whatever one of such growth may be destroyed by some good Indian, his act is done in sadness and with a prayer for forgiveness because of his necessities...
John Wooden Legs (late 19th century) - Cheyenne:coffee: :coffee:
My mum and dad (Double Etheree)
from
the first
Blessed was I
In their embrace
Learned how to smile,
To never cry when I
Fall and when plain am called
Soothing & gentle winds they are
Sent by God, so caring, kind, divine
Precious guardian angels of mine
Taking the time of their lives teaching me
How to open my wings and be free
Grown up by their side, been guided
Watered by their lullabies
Am ablaze with their grace
With a love that wonâ??t melt
Mesmerized by
The look in
Their eyes
Shines
Just to fly way up high
In a blue
And cloudless sky
See the mountain's top
Where the treeline does stop
And dream by the fall
of the precipice.
That fifteen inches of snow kinda forgot what it was supposed to do. 29 inches fell here in 6 hours with winds of 49 mph. Yes...we got blizzard warnings and then got the Blizzard. Wimd chills got up around 40 degrees below zero. And it hasn't quit yet. Winds are gusting pretty high right now and a new Blizzard warning was issued about 3 hours ago for this county (Ontonagon), Keweenaw, Marquette counties and the Eastern UP of MI. to go until tomorrow AM.
Listening to the County Plow trucks on the scanner is fairly entertaining. They get stuck too. They will have to use the Front End Loader and (BIG) grader to get us out. Our road is plugged at both ends. Up in the Peninsula that juts out into Lake Superior, last night they took their trucks and put 'em away and closed the roads. They wanted to close the roads here but never did.
Warm? Remember...we have wood heat and a generator and lots of food and water and whatever we need. A Blizzard means put on the soup pot and cuddle in. It is a challenge. Keeps life interesting at a time when everyone is in the end of winter doldrums. We don't mind it.
So how you doing at your end. Here are some pictures took yesterday before, during it's "beginning" last night and today. Will divide them up so they'll download quicker.
Happy Spring!
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