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Can I say a big thank yopu to the kind person you bough a picture of my little cat Suki,

many thank and have a great Christmas.



" I would like to say thank you to the Hosts for their very kind selection of my Robin. It just sat there letting me capture,the shots, after which Sally gave him seeds from her bottomless pocket,

Also I’d just like to add, my PC has given up the Ghost, and I’m waiting for another to be made for me. So untill it’s finished, I shall be unable to communicate with you.
Can I wish each and everyone of you a very happy Christmas, and to thank you for all your very kind support.

Malcolm & Sally

The Golden Years

( I do not know the Authour, of these words, But they sum up MY FEELINGS , and perhaps other Golden Oldies as well)

malcolm chant…

As I’ve aged, I’ve become kinder to myself, and less critical of
myself. I’ve become my own friend.

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world, too soon; before
they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it, if I choose to read, or play, on the
computer, until 4 AM, or sleep until noon? I will dance with myself
to those wonderful tunes of the 50, 60 &70’s, and if I, at the same
time,wish to weep over a lost love, I will.

I will walk the beach, in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging
body, and will dive into the waves, with abandon, if I choose to,
despite the pitying glances from the jet set.

They, too, will get old.

How True

Tex Ritter – A Deck Of Cards…

During the North African Campagne,
a bunch of soldier boys had been on a long hike,
and they arrived in a little town callled Casino.
The next morning, being Sunday,several of the boys went to church.
A Sargent commanded the boys in church,
and after the chaplain had read the prayer,
the text was taken up next.
Those of the boys who had a prayer books took them out,
but, this one boyhad only a deck of cards,
and so he spread them out.
The Sargent saw the cards and said, “Soldier, put away those cards”.
After the services were over, the soldier was taken prisoner,
and brought before the Provost Marshall.
The marshall said " Sergeant, why have you brought this man here?"
“For playing cards in church Sir.”
“And what have you to say for yourself Son?”
“Much, Sir,”

Young Minds

Story from a Grandfather

This is for all the grandfathers out there. Last week,
I took my grandchildren to a restaurant.…

My six-year-old grand-son asked if he could say grace.

As we bowed our heads he said,
“God is good, God is great.
Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more if Grandpa gets us ice cream for dessert. And liberty and justice for all! Amen!”

Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby,
I heard a woman remark,
“That’s what’s wrong with this country.
Kids today don’t even know how to pray. Asking God for ice cream!
Why, I never!”

Hearing this, my grand-son burst into tears and asked me,
“Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?”

As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job, and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached t

A Soldier

Her hair was up in a pony tail,
Her favourite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy’s Day at school,
And she couldn’t wait to go.…

But her mommy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
If she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;
She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
Of why he wasn’t there today.

But still her mother worried,
For her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
She tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school
Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
A dad who never calls. There were daddies along the wall in back,
For everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
Anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called
A student from the class.
To introduce

The War remembered

He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.

Of a war that he once fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one.

And tho’ sometimes to his neighbours
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly
For they knew whereof he spoke.

But we’ll hear his tales no longer,
For old Bob has passed away,
And the world’s a little poorer
For a Soldier died today.

authour unknow.

don't take life for granted

The Wooden Bowl

I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now,
a year from now.…

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year – old grandson.
The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered

The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and
failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.
When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.

The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
‘We must do something about father,’ said the son.
’I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.’

So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.
There, Grandfather


Angel Knocking

There came a frantic knock
At the doctor’s office door,
A knock, more urgent than
he had ever heard before.
“Come in, Come in,”
the impatient doctor said,
“Come in, Come in,
before you wake the dead.”
In walked a frightened little girl,
a child no more than nine,
It was plain for all to see,
she had troubles on her mind.
“Oh doctor, I beg you,
please come with me,
My mother is surely dying,
she’s as sick as she can be.”
“I don’t make house calls,
bring your mother here,”
“But she’s too sick,
so you must come or she will die I fear.”
The doctor, touched by her devotion,
decided he would go,
She said he would be blessed,
more than he could know.
She led him to her house
where her mother lay in bed,
Her mother was so very sick
she couldn’t raise her head.
But her eyes cried out for help
and he…

" The Old Days"

" I thought you’d enjoy this little Poem as much as I did"…

!I remember the cheese of my childhood,
and the bread that we cut with a knife,
when the children helped with the housework,
and the men went to work not the wife.

The cheese never needed an ice chest,
and the bread was so crusty and hot,
the children were seldom unhappy
and the wife was content with her lot.

I remember the milk from the billy,
with the yummy cream on the top,
our dinner came hot from the oven,
and not from the fridge in the shop.

The kids were a lot more contented,
they didn’t need money for kicks,
just a game with our mates in the paddock,
and sometimes the Saturday flicks.

I remember the shop on the corner,
where a pen’orth of lollies was sold
do you think I’m a bit too nostalgic,
or is it….I’m just getting old?

I remember wh








" This was sent to me by a friend, I thought it so funny I had to share it."…


God said, ‘Adam, I Want you to do
Something for Me.’

Adam said, ‘Gladly, Lord, what do You
Want me to do?’

God said,
‘Go down Into that valley.’

Adam said,
’What’s a Valley?’

God explained it to Him.
Then God said,
‘Cross the river.’

Adam said,
’What’s a River?’

God explained that To him,
and then said,
‘Go over to the hill….’

Adam said,
‘What is a Hill?’

So, God explained to
Adam what a hill was.

He told Adam,
‘On The other side of the
Hill you will find a Cave.’

Adam said,
’What’s a Cave?’

After God explained,
He said,
‘In the cave You will find a woman.’

Adam said,
’What’s a Woman?’

So God explained
That to him, too.

Then, God said,
‘I Want you to Reproduce.’

Adam said,
‘How do I do that?’


When we get OLD, like wot I am !!!!

>>> A lady goes to the bar on a cruise ship
>>> and orders a Scotch with two drops of water.
>>> As the bartender gives her the drink she says
>>> ’I’m on this cruise to celebrate
>>> my 80th birthday and it’s today.’
>>> The bartender says
>>> ‘Well, since it’s your birthday, I’ll buy you a drink.
>>> In fact, this one is on me.’
>>> As the woman finishes her drink
>>> the woman to her right says
>>> ‘I would like to buy you a drink, too.’
>>> The old woman says
>>> ‘Thank you.
>>> Bartender, I want a Scotch with two drops of water.’
>>> ‘Coming up’ says the bartender
>>> As she finishes that drink,
>>> the man to her left says
>>> ‘I would like to buy you one, too.’
>>> The old woman says
>>> ‘Thank you.
>>> Bartender, I want another Scotch with two drops of water.’
>>> ‘Coming right up’ the bartender …


You know. . . Time has a way of moving quickly
And catching you unaware of the passing years.
It seems just yesterday that I was young,
Just married and embarking on my new life with my mate.
And yet in a way, it seems like eons ago,
And I wonder where all the years went.
I know that I lived them all…
And I have glimpses of how it was back then and of all my hopes and dreams…
But, here it is… The winter of my life and it catches me by surprise……

How did I get here so fast?
Where did the years go and where did my youth go?
I remember well…
Seeing older people through the years and thinking that those
Older people were years away from me and that winter was so far off
That I could not fathom it or imagine fully what it would be like…
But, here it is…
My friends are retired and getting grey…
They m


If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you
And share with you its beauty
On the days you’re feeling blue.

If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own;
A place to find serenity,
A place to be alone.

If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea,
But all these things, I’m finding,
Are impossible for me.

I cannot build a mountain
Or catch a rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know best,
A friend who’s always there..

Authour Unknown.

Will ye no come back again?

: ‘Old Paths’…


I liked the old paths, when
Moms were at home.
Dads were at work.
Brothers went into the army.
And sisters got married BEFORE having children!

Crime did not pay;
Hard work did;
And people knew the difference.

Moms could cook;
Dads would work;
Children would behave.

Husbands were loving;
Wives were supportive;
And children were polite.

Women wore the jewelry;
And Men wore the pants.

Women looked like ladies;
Men looked like gentlemen;
And children looked decent.

People loved the truth,
And hated a lie.

They came to church to get IN,
Not to get OUT!

Hymns sounded Godly;
Sermons sounded helpful;
Rejoicing sounded normal;
And crying sounded sincere.

Cursing was wicked;
Drugs were for illness.

The flag was honored;
America was beautiful;
And God was welcome!

We read


A minister was completing a temperance sermon. With great emphasis he said," If I had all the beer in the world, I’d take it and pour it into the river."

With even greater emphasis he said,“And if I had All the wine in the world, I’d take it and pour it into the river.”

And then finally, shaking his fist in the air, he Said,“And if I had all the whiskey in the world, I’d take it and pour it into the river .”

Sermon complete, he sat down.

The song leader stood very cautiously and announced With a smile, nearly laughing,“For our closing song, Let us sing Hymn No. 365, ’Shall We Gather at the River. ’”

(authour unknown)


Winter of My Life…

You know. . . Time has a way of moving quickly
And catching you unaware of the passing years.

It seems just yesterday that I was young,
Just married and embarking on my new life with my mate.
And yet in a way, it seems like eons ago,
And I wonder where all the years went.
I know that I lived them all…

And I have glimpses of how it was back then and of all my hopes and dreams…
But, here it is… The winter of my life and it catches me by surprise…

How did I get here so fast?
Where did the years go and where did my youth go?

I remember well…
Seeing older people through the years and thinking that those
Older people were years away from me and that winter was so far off
That I could not fathom it or imagine fully what it would be like…

But, here it is…
My friends are retired and

Mine is called a Sally Nav.?????

I have a little Satnav
It sits there in my car
A Satnav is a driver’s friend
It tells you where you are…

I have a little Satnav
For almost all my life
It does more than the normal one
My Satnav is my wife

It gives me full instructions
On exactly how to drive
“It’s thirty miles an hour” it says
“And you’re doing thirty five”

It tells me when to stop and start
And when to use the brake
And tells me that it’s never ever
Safe to overtake

It tells me when a light is red
And when it goes to green
It seems to know instinctively
Just when to intervene

It lists the vehicles just in front
It lists those to the rear
And taking this into account
It specifies my gear

I’m sure no other driver
Has so helpful a device
For when we leave and lock the car
It still gives its advice

It fills me up with counselling
Each journey’s p

" I Thought I was beyond tears till I read this"

Cab Ride
I arrived at the address and honked the horn.
after waiting a few minutes
I walked to the
door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a
frail, elderly voice. I could hear something
being dragged across the floor.…

a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in
her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a
print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned
on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s

By her side was a small nylon
suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had
lived in it for years. All the furniture was
covered with sheets.

There were no
clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils
on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and

‘Would you carry my bag
out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase
to the cab, then ret

I thought this was a great poem.

The computer swallowed Grandma,
Yes, honestly it’s true!
She pressed ‘control and ’enter’
And disappeared from view.
It devoured her completely,
The thought just makes me squirm.
She must have caught a virus
Or been eaten by a worm.
I’ve searched through the recycle bin
And files of every kind;
I’ve even used the Internet,
But nothing did I find.
In desperation, I asked Mr. Google
My searches to refine.
The reply from him was negative,
Not a thing was found ‘online.’
So, if inside your ‘Inbox,’
My Grandma you should see,
Please ‘Copy, Scan’ and ‘Paste’ her,
And send her back to me.

Source unknown.

This is my advice for today folks.

( I have no idea who wrote these words but their so true)

““Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong.”…

“Keep skunks, lawyers and bankers at a distance.”

“Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.”

“A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.”

“Words that soak into your ears are whispered…….not yelled.”

“Meanness don’t just happen overnight.”

“Forgive your enemies; it messes up their heads.”

“Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.”

“It don’t take a very big person to carry a grudge.”

“You cannot unsay a cruel word.”

“Every path has a few puddles.”

“When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.”

“The best sermons are lived, not preached.”

“Most of the stuff people worry about, ain’t never gonna happen anyway.”

My Prayer for today.

Every single evening
As I’m lying here in bed,
This tiny little Prayer
Keeps running through my head:…

God bless all my family
Wherever they may be,
Keep them warm
And safe from harm
For they’re so close to me..

And God, there is one more thing
I wish that you could do;
Hope you don’t mind me asking,
Please bless my computer too.

Now I know that it’s unusual
To Bless a motherboard,
But listen just a second
While I explain it to you, Lord.

You see, that little metal box
Holds more than odds and ends;
Inside those small compartments
Rest so many of my friends.

I know so much about them
By the kindness that they give,
And this little scrap of metal
Takes me in to where they live.

By faith is how I know them
Much the same as you.
We share in what life brings us
And from that our friendships gr


Under my Tree picture is says NOT FOR SALE can any kind Bubbler tell me how to remove this please, or how it got there.

Sorry i appear so thick,

Trust little Boys

A little boy was waiting for his mother

To come out of the grocery store.

As he waited, he was approached by a man

Who asked, "Son, can you tell me

Where the Post Office is?"

The little boy replied, "Sure!

Just go straight down this street acoupla blocks and turn to your right."

The man thanked the boy kindly and said,

“I’m the new pastor in town.
I’d like for you to come to church on Sunday.

I’ll show you how to get to Heaven."

The little boy replied with a chuckle.

“Awww, come on… You don’t even know

The way to the Post Office."

" Christ turned water into wine"

To my friends who enjoy a glass of wine…
And those who don’t and are always
seen with a bottle of water in their hand.

As Ben Franklin said:
In wine there is wisdom,
In beer there is freedom,
In water there is bacteria.

In a number of carefully controlled trials,
Scientists have demonstrated that if we drink
1 litre of water each day,
At the end of the year we would have absorbed
More than 1 kilo of Escherichia coli, (E. Coli) – bacteria
Found in feces.
In other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of poop.


Thats Life!!!!

As I was lying in bed pondering the problems of the world, I rapidly realized that I don’t really give a rat’s ass.
It’s the tortoise life for me!
1. If walking/cycling is good for your health, the postman would be immortal.
2. A whale swims all day, only eats fish, drinks water, and is fat.
3. A rabbit runs and hops and only lives 15 years.
4. A tortoise doesn’t run and does nothing, yet it lives for 450 years.

Mike Oxley

MY Good friends of RB,
I recieved this sad e/mail this morning, I just cannot believe it,
Mike and I were great friends in private e/mails. and it was only a few days ago that we spoke,…

Below is the letter I recieved.

It is with great sadness that I must tell you that our dear brother and uncle passed away yesterday – January 18th.
He was taken to hospital on Sunday with abdominal pain.
It was an acute pancreatic attack and he died due to complications from an internal haemorrhage, inspite of heroic efforts by the medical team at the Ottawa Civic ICU.
Mike never regained consciousness and died with out pain, very peacefully, surrounded by his family.
The funeral arrangements are under the care of Wilson Funeral Home, here in Cornwall, ON.
You may contact me via email as indicated above

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