Monday, November 22, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
September 11th, 2001
My Tribute
September 11th, 2001, a day when the world cried for the loss of innocent souls and the horror that befell a peace loving nation. Over and over again the television flashed the fated demise of the twin towers in N.Y.C. Who would ever imagine that such hideous acts of inhumanity would crumble the icons of world trade as we knew it. Not only a horrid and senseless loss of lives were felt by families and friends as well as every caring human on the civilized earth, but the loss of trade information and whole city blocks were taken away within hours. In a wake of disaster, thousands of people were lost in the rubble of destruction by the hands of the sultans of Satan. Unholy demons in human form, insidious terrorists with no regard for the children of the earth, took from the United States, a sense of safety.
Osama Bin laden and his cohorts in terror, planned a lethal attack on our nation with callus aforethought, they delighted in the vision of our misery.
This terrible tragedy will never be forgotten. Should a day come that one soul forgets this heinous crime against men, women and children that will be the day when all have perished.
Lest we not forget that not only the trade centers were attacked but people were navigated to their deaths in planes piloted by evil men who crept into the cockpits of our jet liners with ease.
Early that morning, America stood still as they watched the attack on the pentagon. We listened intently to the news media on September 11th, 2001, report the events of what was happening on the plane that crashed in Pennsylvania, carrying valuable cargo (human beings) who knew they were going to die and did so willingly to save our nations white house and the people who would have been doomed to certain death when their plane would strike the building where our presidents base of operations lie.
N.Y.C. and the surrounding boroughs were closed down to ingress and egress as our armed forces and National Guard took over to intervene on any additional attacks that might occur.
Our harbors were filled with navy ships ready to defend our city. Bridges were closed and searches for the scoundrels who made off like thieves in the night were started by every law enforcement body in the nation.
Our waterways and reservoirs were protected as the air traffic and major cities and towns leading to them were manned by government agencies and volunteers. These brave people, in an attempt to protect our citizens from further harm by terrorist action via germ warfare, are to be commended.
Out of the rubble and dust through screams and tears, we as common people united together in love for each other and for our country. We stood in unity to show our dignity among friends and nations. We the people of the United States have joined our hands in prayer to fight wickedness.
We are one nation, under God, indivisible, for liberty and justice for each and every individual.
Let us dedicate ourselves to unity and friendship, by giving back that which may have been lost. We can heal old wounds and open new friendships. My hope is for old friends who have parted way's to come together with a better understanding of each other and for
new friends to bond. Our dream quest is simple, it simply means joining hands, caring for one another and creating a common bond. Through willingness, courteousness and the dignity that lies deep within our soul we can accomplish many of our goals.
We are people of great substance, our ideologies are basic and easy to display.
If we have anything to show for the lives we have led, let us show decency and respect to the world by coming together in forgiveness and love.
Let us never ever forget who we are and may we walk in the sun and remember, September 11th, 2001.
By: Gilda V. Schaal
aka JvS
September 11th, 2001, a day when the world cried for the loss of innocent souls and the horror that befell a peace loving nation. Over and over again the television flashed the fated demise of the twin towers in N.Y.C. Who would ever imagine that such hideous acts of inhumanity would crumble the icons of world trade as we knew it. Not only a horrid and senseless loss of lives were felt by families and friends as well as every caring human on the civilized earth, but the loss of trade information and whole city blocks were taken away within hours. In a wake of disaster, thousands of people were lost in the rubble of destruction by the hands of the sultans of Satan. Unholy demons in human form, insidious terrorists with no regard for the children of the earth, took from the United States, a sense of safety.
Osama Bin laden and his cohorts in terror, planned a lethal attack on our nation with callus aforethought, they delighted in the vision of our misery.
This terrible tragedy will never be forgotten. Should a day come that one soul forgets this heinous crime against men, women and children that will be the day when all have perished.
Lest we not forget that not only the trade centers were attacked but people were navigated to their deaths in planes piloted by evil men who crept into the cockpits of our jet liners with ease.
Early that morning, America stood still as they watched the attack on the pentagon. We listened intently to the news media on September 11th, 2001, report the events of what was happening on the plane that crashed in Pennsylvania, carrying valuable cargo (human beings) who knew they were going to die and did so willingly to save our nations white house and the people who would have been doomed to certain death when their plane would strike the building where our presidents base of operations lie.
N.Y.C. and the surrounding boroughs were closed down to ingress and egress as our armed forces and National Guard took over to intervene on any additional attacks that might occur.
Our harbors were filled with navy ships ready to defend our city. Bridges were closed and searches for the scoundrels who made off like thieves in the night were started by every law enforcement body in the nation.
Our waterways and reservoirs were protected as the air traffic and major cities and towns leading to them were manned by government agencies and volunteers. These brave people, in an attempt to protect our citizens from further harm by terrorist action via germ warfare, are to be commended.
Out of the rubble and dust through screams and tears, we as common people united together in love for each other and for our country. We stood in unity to show our dignity among friends and nations. We the people of the United States have joined our hands in prayer to fight wickedness.
We are one nation, under God, indivisible, for liberty and justice for each and every individual.
Let us dedicate ourselves to unity and friendship, by giving back that which may have been lost. We can heal old wounds and open new friendships. My hope is for old friends who have parted way's to come together with a better understanding of each other and for
new friends to bond. Our dream quest is simple, it simply means joining hands, caring for one another and creating a common bond. Through willingness, courteousness and the dignity that lies deep within our soul we can accomplish many of our goals.
We are people of great substance, our ideologies are basic and easy to display.
If we have anything to show for the lives we have led, let us show decency and respect to the world by coming together in forgiveness and love.
Let us never ever forget who we are and may we walk in the sun and remember, September 11th, 2001.
By: Gilda V. Schaal
aka JvS
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Writings by Kat, a Porchswingpoet
My friend Kat is my favorite Poet of all time. Her writings mesmerize me, I find that once I begin to read whatever Kat writes that I have to keep reading. There are not many writers who can hold my attention so I am in awe of that alone..lol Go to her site, have a look for yourself and when you do let me know what you think of it. Better yet, let Kat know as every writer loves praise for what they do and if you have any criticism it is not a bad thing to point that out to an author because we learn by others input. I am sure that you will enjoy the writings of Kat Groenbeck.
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Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Blogging
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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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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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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.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Is this not a cool picture?
My cousin Frank Justice, my cousin Stephanie Penofsky's Dad
I'll be meeting Stephanie and her family in July :)
My Tribute for a great person and his family, our friends!
Joe Budick, a man who was loved by all that knew him was a friend of mine. I have never seen Joe without a smile on his face and this is how I shall remember this loving husband, father and grandfather. I spoke with an elderly couple who came to pay their respects to Joe and his family today; they drove to Saugerties from way upstate in the Adirondak Region. I was told some wonderful stories about Joe and his brothers and his Mom, Rose Budick. I spoke with some other people and each of us had our own story about times spent with Joe and his family. Joes wife Barbara and son Scott and his daughters, Sue and Brenda greeted everyone who came to pay their tribute to him. Joes family has set up a Joe Budick Memorial Fund with the Ulster County Community College and it would be a wonderful thing to contribute to the fund because our contributions would be used to honor this very unique and loving individual.
We often wonder why God takes one of us from the earth and leaves others behind to grieve for them, especially when they are taken away so suddenly and in harsh circumstances. I guess that God needed Joe and if we do not question God's will we could safely assume that his need to have Joe with him was greater than our need to have him here. I love Joe and his family very much, as many of you do. Joe and his beautiful family have given so much pleasure to all that know them. How can we ever let the Budick family know exactly how much they all mean to us? Barbara, Scott, Sue and Brenda do know how much they mean to us when they look into our eyes. For Barbara, kissing the cheek of the most precious thing in your whole life is why you breathe, it is why you wait. Yet there you sit, ever waiting but knowing that once in a lifetime, these feelings that were, still are, and will never ever pass.
Joe was a man for all seasons who soars upon the wings of Angels and who's spirit shall live on in the hearts of good men and women until the day when we can join him in his new home. Loving arms have taken Joe into heaven and someday we will fly with him through rainbows and streets of golden glitter.
We often wonder why God takes one of us from the earth and leaves others behind to grieve for them, especially when they are taken away so suddenly and in harsh circumstances. I guess that God needed Joe and if we do not question God's will we could safely assume that his need to have Joe with him was greater than our need to have him here. I love Joe and his family very much, as many of you do. Joe and his beautiful family have given so much pleasure to all that know them. How can we ever let the Budick family know exactly how much they all mean to us? Barbara, Scott, Sue and Brenda do know how much they mean to us when they look into our eyes. For Barbara, kissing the cheek of the most precious thing in your whole life is why you breathe, it is why you wait. Yet there you sit, ever waiting but knowing that once in a lifetime, these feelings that were, still are, and will never ever pass.
Joe was a man for all seasons who soars upon the wings of Angels and who's spirit shall live on in the hearts of good men and women until the day when we can join him in his new home. Loving arms have taken Joe into heaven and someday we will fly with him through rainbows and streets of golden glitter.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
A Real Short Story.....
What they offer us is a great education and a good solid religious background. This is what they tell our parents who are looking for a good parochial school to shove us kids into. I say it that way because this is the truth about my first experience in the catholic school I went to. Imagine being four years old and starting first grade in a catholic school where you were just one of sixty children per class room. Of course I was a smart kid, I already knew how to read a little and I could write pretty well for someone just hopping from toddler to student.
This day was my first and only day in that particular school because I left the class and started walking home. (Two older boys were sent after me to escort me home) The reason I did that you ask? Well, I decided that if the sister was stupid then I didn't belong in that class and that was all there was to it. When I got home my father and mother were home and they asked me why I was home. I told them "I quit!" My parents asked why I quit school and I told them that they were stupid there, that they drew crooked ones on the blackboard. My parents called the school and scheduled a conference with the sister who was my teacher and mother superior who was the principal of the school. You can imagine how my parents laughed when they came home from the meeting at the school. They told me that the sister was definitely NOT drawing crooked ones on the blackboard. She was drawing RAIN DROPS!
Well! I said, “Now isn’t that stupid?”
This day was my first and only day in that particular school because I left the class and started walking home. (Two older boys were sent after me to escort me home) The reason I did that you ask? Well, I decided that if the sister was stupid then I didn't belong in that class and that was all there was to it. When I got home my father and mother were home and they asked me why I was home. I told them "I quit!" My parents asked why I quit school and I told them that they were stupid there, that they drew crooked ones on the blackboard. My parents called the school and scheduled a conference with the sister who was my teacher and mother superior who was the principal of the school. You can imagine how my parents laughed when they came home from the meeting at the school. They told me that the sister was definitely NOT drawing crooked ones on the blackboard. She was drawing RAIN DROPS!
Well! I said, “Now isn’t that stupid?”
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