An Old Poem

" I remember as a small kid, my Mum reading this to me at Bedtime, I’ve just found it again on Google, thought I’d share with you all."…

The preacher in the village church one Sunday morning said:
Our organist is ill today, will someone play instead?
An anxious look crept o’er the face of every person there,
As eagerly they watched to see who’d fill the vacant chair.

A man then staggered down the aisle whose clothes were old and torn
How strange a drunkard seemed to me, in church on Sunday morn.
But as he touched the organ keys without a single word,
The melody that followed was the sweetest ever heard.

Each eye shed tears within that church, the strongest men grew pale;
The organist in melody had told his own life’s tale.
The sermon of the preacher was no lesson to compare
With that of life’s exam

Question to my friends.

I wonder if any of my friends here on RB could tell me how to inform RB that I’ve changed address,

I must be getting senile but I cannot find anywhere where it says inform change address.


Deck of cards

The young soldier knew it was Sunday, the holiest day of the week. As he was sitting there, he got out an old deck of cards and laid them out across his bunk.Just then an Army Sergeant came in and asked, “Why aren’t you with the rest of the platoon?”The soldier replied, “I thought I would stay behind and spend some time with the Lord.”The sergeant said, “Looks like you’re going to play cards.”The soldier said, “No sir, you see, since we are not allowed to have Bibles or other spiritual books in this country, I’ve decided to talk to the Lord by studying this deck of cards.”The sergeant asked in disbelief, “How will you do that?”“You see the Ace, Sergeant, it reminds that there is only one God.The Two represents the two parts of the Bible, Old and New Testaments.The Three represents the Fat…


OH MY Goodness I’ve made another Sale, so again my friends we must meet up for a pre Christmas get together.Happy Christmas to you all

heard this somewhere before????

My Husband is cheating on me,
I know because he brags about this to me. He smokes fancy cigars and drinks the most expensive Champagne day and night. We sleep in separate beds because he`s always telling me he knows I`m a lesbian and my varicose veins and hairy back turn him off!
Should I clobber him with my frying pan, or should I leave him, Abby?

Your advice would be appreciated…..

Mad as Hell

Dear Mad as Hell:

You don`t have to take that kind of treatment from any man. I suggest you pack your bags and move out a.s.a.p.! Don`t resort to clobbering him with the frying pan, and try to act like a lady!
Remember ……. you`re running for President of the United States, so try acting like one!


Stupid but Fun

· How does Moses make tea? Hebrews it.…

· A cartoonist was found dead in his home. Details are sketchy.

· Haunted French pancakes give me the crêpes.

· Sydney doesn’t have a kidney bank, but it does have a Liverpool.

- I tried to catch some fog, but I mist.

· I changed my iPod’s name to Titanic. It’s syncing now.

· I know a guy who’s addicted to brake fluid, but he says he can stop any time.

· This girl said she recognized me from the vegetarian club, but I’d never met herbivore.

· When chemists die, they barium.

· I’m reading a book about anti-gravity. I just can’t put it down.

· Why were the Indians here first? They had reservations.

· When you get a bladder infection, urine trouble.

· What do you call a dinosaur with an extensive vocabulary? A theasaurus.

· All the toilets in New York’s

Pamela Phelps

I’m not sure how many of you remember Pamela Phelps , she was a brilliant Artist,
she has finely lost her battle with Cancer.

RIP Pamela


Those of you who know me will have heard of our little rescue cat SUKI< this Morning we had to say goodbye to her, and I think Sally and me have cried all the tears we have between us.…

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to some-
one here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows
and hills for all our special friends so they can run and
play together. There is plenty of food, water, and sunshine
and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who have been ill and old are restored to healthand vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strongagain, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and timesgone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one smallthing; they each

Those were the Days


I remember the bologna 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 a fridge,
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 bottle,
With the yummy cream on the top,
Our dinner came hot from the oven,
And not from a freezer; or shop.

The kids were a lot more contented,
They didn’t need money for kicks,
Just a game with their friends in the road,
And sometimes the Saturday flicks.

I remember the shop on the corner,
Where candies for pennies were sold
Do you think I’m a bit too nostalgic?
Or is it….I’m just getting old?

Bathing was done in a wash tub,
With plent

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