It's Victoria Day Long Weekend in Canada.

Flower Angel

There's a tiny little Angel
In charge of all the flowers
She checks each fragile petal
Then sprinkles them with showers.

She makes them smell so fragrant
With her wrist she gives a  flick
She checks them with her tiny nose
It's a flower Angel's trick.

So when you pick a posie
And place it to your nose
Remember all the work she's done
So you can smell that rose!

~ Charlotte Anselmo ~

Art by Joyce Birkenstock

Precious Memories

Precious memories, unseen angels
Sent from somewhere to my soul
How they linger, ever near me
And the sacred scenes unfold.

Precious memories, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness of the midnight
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.

Precious father, loving mother
Fly across the lonely years
And old home scenes of my childhood
In fond memory appear.

In the stillness of the midnight
Echoes from the past I hear
Old-time singing, gladness bringing
From that lovely land somewhere.

I remember mother praying
Father, too, on bended knee
Sun is sinking, shadows falling
But their prayers still follow me.

As I travel on life's pathway
Know not what the years may hold
As I ponder, hope grows fonder
Precious memories flood my soul.

Mother's Day

To my Mom

FOR JUST A LITTLE WHILE 

I always knew I loved you, Mom,
 From the day that I was born; 
I just never knew how much 
Until after you were gone.

My eyes tear up just thinking 
That I never could express 
The love for you deep in my heart 
And I never will, I guess.

For now you’ve gone to heaven, 
Oh, I hate we had to part.
And all the things I should have said 
Are locked up in my heart.

I look for you every day 
I listen for your voice.
If I could see you just once more 
Oh, how I would rejoice!

My lonely soul would sing with joy!
My broken heart would smile!
If God would send you back to me 
For just a little while.

~ Debbie Edmiaston ~

To All MOTHER'S

May all the love
You give to others
Come back to you
On this special day

Have a 
Wonderful Mother's Day 

                              After the fire Nov,1963

          Sorry this pic for some reason will not show any more

                      913 Trenton from 10 to 16

                     Rascal and I backyard on Trenton

Well, we were living in the trailer.  We had two parakeets, thirty-six guinne pigs.  One had just given birth to two babies and she was in a box in the living room.  We had a three legged dog named Ladybug, and lots of kitties.

Rascal and I were sleeping in the living room one cold November night. There was frost and a light dusting of snow.  We had stoked the potbelly stove for the night.  Everyone was snug and warm, when all of a sudden Rascal was meowing like crazy and nipping my arm.  Ouch!  Then I saw black smoke, and I felt heat in my lungs.  I screamed.  I heard my mom yell at my brother to get out the back door as she came for me.  I saw her legs and that was it. 

Hot melted shellac was dripping, and I burned my feet.  She told me get out the back door.  I did.  It seemed like she was never coming out.  I took my little brother's hand and ran across the lane.  I pounded on my Uncle John's door.   He got up and went to help mom, while my Aunt took us in and called the fire department.

Mom had rescued the mother guinne pig and baby's, and then pulled the guinne cage off the back of the trailer.  The bird's, Johnny and Happy named after my uncles, were gone; smoke got them.  Mom told me they went quick she said, "They were sleeping and didn't know what happened."  I was glad they didn't suffer. 

We were so lucky to get out alive.  I'm also glad mom's old pictures were ok she lost a good bit, but it could of been all.  So my old ones are very dear to me.  We stayed with Uncle John and Aunt Wilma for a few days.  We had lost almost everything.  We were on news 9 and Rascal was a Hero.  People gave us clothes, furniture and all we needed. 

We rented a house at 913 Trenton St.  This house had a living room, a dinning room, one bed room and a bath.  In the winter, because we heated with a coal stove, we'd close off my front bed room, and we'd have 3 beds, a TV and a chair in the dinning room where the coal stove was.  We'd also hang a wool mill blanket over the doorway from the living room, and keep the bathroom door closed, so only kitchen and dinning room (AKA bedroom) stayed warm.  We'd still go out the Pike but this was my home till I was 16.
Rascal traveled between the new place and the Pike.  He even had me follow him one morning in my long flannel nighty.  I was worried that something was wrong with my Uncle Hap cause he lived alone.  Thank God he was ok.  Rascal just wanted me to move back home. 

I loved that cat so much.  He had been sick and was doing so much better. My uncle was working the nightshift and my aunt didn't want to be alone, so I went and stayed with her.  I was in bed, and all of the sudden I woke up.  I felt Rascal needed me, and I wanted to go home.  My aunt said "Go back to sleep, it's just a dream."  I made myself go back to sleep, and went to school from there. 

When I came home for lunch I said "Mom where's Rascal?"

She said he died last night, around the time I woke-up.  Mom said he walked over and tried to jump up on my bed, and then he just died.  I picked a spot in the yard and mom buried him for me.  I made him a cross and I put a small fence around it.  I often wish I'd have took him home to the Pike. 

Well, that was the end of my innocence.  I soon married, and that's another story.  Like everyone I've had good, I've had bad, I've know real true love and I've know abuse, sexual, physical and mental.  I've lived, I've learned try to forgive, but forget I truly remember age 2 and that day like it was yesterday. Rascal was there with me and comforted me through it all.  I was 14 when he died, I'm 53 now, and I cry ever time I think of him and the love and courage he taught me. Rest in peace my HERO, my best Buddy.

Today is my baby brothers 52 birthday

his xanga site is biggrizzly  but he hardly uses it but stop by and say

Happy Birthday if you would Thank You !

                    Thank you for all you do !

One_Hot_Diva   ask if I was call Tooty Fruity. Well in this picture I'm around 19 or 20 years old.  I was 18 when my brother got a Citizens Band Radio, call CB for short.  I got on it and was talking to a man he said "What's your handle"?   I said "What is a handle"?   He said "What you go by when you talk on here.  I was driving pass the A&P and I saw a fruitcake it was close to Christmas. Mom always said I was nutty as a fruit cake so I said my handles Fruit Cake. Soon all my new CB friends shorten it to Fruity. When I got my computer I tryed for Fruit Cake  or Fruity all was used up so I used no1fruity on yahoo and here I pick Tooty there was a Fruity here already.  So most of my life people call me Fruity it's my nick.  I've been call that more then I have been call by my given name. When I was little my family call me Annie  Ann is my middle name.  I hated it  I like Roberta.  I like Fruity also cause I am a nut lol.