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Posted by Tyler on 18 May 2018 - 11:46 AM
Thanks much guys... I spent the day gardening and enjoying the sunshine.
LOOK what I got for my birthday... this video is taken just before she finished it but I received the finished painting today - it took my breath away and it's off to the framing shop. I will post a pic when it's framed...
This is a short video from Denise showing the present, the same wonderful childhood friend who did the solo portrait of my boy.
Posted by Scott on 18 June 2018 - 06:50 PM
Pastol, this one's for you
Now that your life has come to an end
I am sad because you were my friend.
I will miss you very much
because my life you did touch.
Now that your pain has ceased
I hope you can find some peace
in a much better place
with a smile on your face.
So I say again
rest easy my friend.
Posted by Smokeshadow on 11 May 2018 - 06:36 PM
Sorry for being incommunicado since Tuesday. I've had my house repainted this past week; and, this past Sunday evening, I disconnected the computers in the office in anticipation of the painters working in that room on Monday. Which they did Anyway, when I re-connected the computers on Tuesday, I got no power or connection to my internet modem I even tried connecting it directly to the convenience outlet. . .no luck. So, I contacted AT&T about getting a service technician out to look at the problem. Friday (today) between 2 and 4 pm was the earliest After hanging around the house until 4:15 pm today and not being contacted or no one showing up, I called AT&T again. Was told that their national dispatch service hadn't even contacted a service tech at that time. The young man on the phone apologized and said he'd get one to be within 30 minutes. Was he on the ball Turns out that it was the power chord and brick. Got that swapped out and I've been online and cleaning out spam since about 5:30 pm and catching up on my browsing.
BTW - the house looks great ! ! ! And, I'm enjoying clean surfaces and door facings Was very pleased with the price quotes I received. For exterior painting (soffits & fascia, trim, siding above roof, garage & patio door and re-staining front door) and interior painting (all rooms except closets. . .ceilings, walls & trim and door facings), in a 2,199 square foot house with 15 foot high ceilings in the main rooms, and 10 foot high ceilings in the bedrooms, dining room and office; 2 color. . .power blue in the common areas and warm yellow in the bedrooms. . .price was just slightly over $ 6,200.
Posted by Navy on 27 November 2016 - 02:46 PM
A few years ago, my wife and I visited Savannah, GA - I've always liked "the old South" and nothing says "Old South" quite like Savannah. Unfortunately the weather was uncooperative which gives us an excuse to go back and visit again.
A few shots from Bonaventure Cemetery - featured in the movie / book "From The Garden of Good and Evil"
We also visited Tybee Island - I love lighthouses - I guess it goes back to my Navy days .
Posted by bill98533 on 25 December 2014 - 08:16 PM
A beautiful story.... makes you understand that things happen for a reason
The brand new pastor and his wife, newly assigned to their first ministry, to reopen a church in suburban Brooklyn, arrived in early October excited about their opportunities. When they saw their church, it was very run down and needed much work. They set a goal to have everything done in time to have their first service on Christmas Eve.
They worked hard, repairing pews, plastering walls, painting, etc, and on December 18 were ahead of schedule and just about finished.
On December 19 a driving rainstorm hit the area and lasted for two days.
On the 21st, the pastor went over to the church. His heart sank when he saw that the roof had leaked, causing a large area of plaster about 20 feet by 8 feet to fall off the front wall of the sanctuary just behind the pulpit, beginning about head high.
The pastor cleaned up the mess on the floor, and not knowing what else to do but postpone the Christmas Eve service, headed home.
On the way he noticed that a local business was having a flea market type sale for charity, so he stopped in. One of the items was a beautiful, handmade, ivory colored, crocheted tablecloth with exquisite work, fine colors, and a Cross embroidered right in the center. It was just the right size to cover the hole in the front wall. He bought it and headed back to the church.
By this time it had started to snow. An older woman running from the opposite direction was trying to catch the bus. She missed it. The pastor invited her to wait in the warm church for the next bus 45 minutes later.
She sat in a pew and paid no attention to the pastor while he got a ladder, hangers, etc., to put up the tablecloth as a wall tapestry. The pastor could hardly believe how beautiful it looked and it covered up the entire problem area.
Then he noticed the woman walking down the center aisle. Her face was like a sheet. "Pastor," she asked, "where did you get that tablecloth?" The pastor explained. The woman asked him to check the lower right corner to see if the initials 'EBG' were crocheted into it there. They were. These were the initials of the woman, and she had made this tablecloth 35 years before, in Austria.
The woman could hardly believe it as the pastor told how he had just gotten "The Tablecloth". The woman explained that before the war she and her husband were well-to-do people in Austria. When the Nazis came, she was forced to leave. Her husband was going to follow her the next week. He was captured, sent to prison and she never saw her husband or her home again.
The pastor wanted to give her the tablecloth, but she made the pastor keep it for the church.
The pastor insisted on driving her home. That was the least he could do. She lived on the other side of Staten Island and was only in Brooklyn for that one day for a housecleaning job.
What a wonderful service they had on Christmas Eve. The church was almost full. The music and the spirit were great. At the end of the service, the pastor and his wife greeted everyone at the door and many said that they would return.
One older man, whom the pastor recognized from the neighborhood, continued to sit in one of the pews and stare, and the pastor wondered why he wasn't leaving.
The man asked him where he got the tablecloth on the front wall because it was identical to one that his wife had made years ago when they lived in Austria before the war and how could there be two tablecloths so much alike.
He told the pastor how the Nazis came, how he forced his wife to flee for her safety and he was supposed to follow her, but he was arrested and put in a prison. He never saw his wife or his home again in all those 35 years.
The pastor asked him if he would allow him to take him for a little ride. They drove to Staten Island and to the same house where the pastor had taken the woman three days earlier.
He helped the man climb the three flights of stairs to the woman's apartment, knocked on the door and he saw the greatest Christmas reunion he could ever imagine.
Posted by pastol on 24 August 2014 - 09:43 PM
Three photos that I found on the Web today that I am excited about. The photos are very different but the majesty and "wow" factor in all three emanate from the same source. I will concede that in the first one, it is both the sun AND the rain at the same time that makes the shot so eye catching. The photographer made mention that through all of the rain, the sun was still shining and the net was catching it just right. There is much that can be said about the second one. Sunflowers turned brilliant by their own namesake. It is as if they are attempting to become one in the same. The petals ablaze from the sun shining through them, and the sun trying so hard to imitate them. The last one is my favorite. That's Mt. Rainier in the background. The colors are at once subdued and burning fiercely as if the lake is on fire. I bet the photographer wished for that moment to never end. Such a magical time of day to be out in the snow. No doubt the silence was deafening, and beautiful.