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Blogging is a great way to leave pictures and your thoughts and information to each member of your family while you are living and after you pass. Blogger gives people easy tools to use so that your blog can look great and you know your family and friends will be proud of what you gave to them, it is a source of enjoyment.
Blogging is a creative proccess, it is fun and relaxing.
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Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
From my writings
Times
In centuries that passed us by so many people lived to die.
Their souls flew on a rainbow high and hover still above the sky.
The souls of long ago are watching us below.
Loving us for who we are and not for what we sow.
Little neon ghosts are flitting passed the stars.
We are passing buildings in our little neon cars.
Milky ways and moon beams are shining in the heavens.
We are counting days gone by in six and eight and sevens.
Angels hang around to watch us leap and bound.
You'll never hear an angel cry, you only hear their heavenly sound.
Amidst the muck and mire our lives hang on a wire.
We'd rather be on rainbows than in the devils fire.
In centuries that passed so many years ago.
Soldiers were sent forth to plod the clean white snow.
They march to conquer for an emperor's greedy wrath.
Souls were left for dead in a raging bloody path.
Where there were no people, the land was left to grow.
Filtering the sunshine so winds could cleanly blow.
Hallowed be the woman who leaves her babe alone.
Upon her babies casket she will throw her limb and bone.
Give to me your love and call me to your womb.
Never let me hear the sigh of repentance or of doom.
I'll give to you your namesake on this very day.
If only you'll be happy and come with me to play.
By: JvS ©
In centuries that passed us by so many people lived to die.
Their souls flew on a rainbow high and hover still above the sky.
The souls of long ago are watching us below.
Loving us for who we are and not for what we sow.
Little neon ghosts are flitting passed the stars.
We are passing buildings in our little neon cars.
Milky ways and moon beams are shining in the heavens.
We are counting days gone by in six and eight and sevens.
Angels hang around to watch us leap and bound.
You'll never hear an angel cry, you only hear their heavenly sound.
Amidst the muck and mire our lives hang on a wire.
We'd rather be on rainbows than in the devils fire.
In centuries that passed so many years ago.
Soldiers were sent forth to plod the clean white snow.
They march to conquer for an emperor's greedy wrath.
Souls were left for dead in a raging bloody path.
Where there were no people, the land was left to grow.
Filtering the sunshine so winds could cleanly blow.
Hallowed be the woman who leaves her babe alone.
Upon her babies casket she will throw her limb and bone.
Give to me your love and call me to your womb.
Never let me hear the sigh of repentance or of doom.
I'll give to you your namesake on this very day.
If only you'll be happy and come with me to play.
By: JvS ©
Monday, July 19, 2010
Uncle Willie and Aunt Rita
I was pleasantly surprised when my cousin Anthony
Justi sent this picture to my email.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Kev with his best bud Brandon Peterson
I stayed at Kevins in Tampa for a few days this
past winter. I had a great time with him and
Brandon.
Anthony Riozzi
My friend Fran's handsome grandson. Anthony recently
finished his basic training at Camp Lejuene in S.C.
Anthony is the son of proud parents Lorraine and
Albert Riozzi.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
My cousins Anthony and John
( Anthony standing behind John )
John has long since passed away but he is remembered with so much love.
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