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Members of the Marshall Family ~

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.

I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being..

She said, ‘Hi handsome. My name is Rose.. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?’

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, ‘Of course you may!’ and she gave me a giant squeeze..

‘Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?’ I asked.

She jokingly replied, ‘I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…’

‘No seriously,’ I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age

‘I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!’ she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.

We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this ‘time machine’ as she shared her wisdom and experience with me..

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.

Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, ‘I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.’

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, ‘ We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.

There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.

We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!

There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody! Can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.’

She concluded her speech by courageously singing ‘The Rose.’

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those months ago

One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s never too late to be all you can possibly be.

When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.. We make a Living by what we get. We make a Life by what we give.

God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.

Pass this message on to 7 people.You will receive a miracle tomorrow ( if you don’t think so….look out your window when you wake in the morning and think about it )

If you choose not, then you refuse to bless someone else.

‘Good friends are like stars….. ……You don’t always see them, but you know they are always there.’

By Rose Marshall @bestofnature

Footnote : Mary Marshall lived by these same words and passed over having sex when she was 104 years old drinking champagne and dancing in Toorak Australia.

The moral of these wonderful gracious Ladies was they had lived without losing their ” Child Within”

Bless the Marshall’s 😂

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St. Andrews Day

30th NOVEMBER.

The day, 30th November, throughout this old world of ours, Scotsmen gather to celebrate St. Andrew’s Day. Why? Because, of course, St Andrew is the Patron Saint of Scotland. But how many know about him & how come he game to be so honoured.

Andrew was a Jew. He lived in Israel on the shores of Galillee. He was a fisherman. He was one of the 12 men called the Disciples., whom Jesus chose to live close to Him for 3 years. He promised to make them “fishers of men”. After the crucifixion, Andrew preached the faith of Jesus Christ in Asia Minor., along the south coast of the Black Sea & in Greece. The Hebrew authorities killed him on the sands of Patras on the south shore of the Gulf of Corinth, on a cross in mockery of his faith. Andrew only asked he should die on a slanting cross, as he considered he was not worthy of one that which had borne his Lord. He actually ran to meet his death. A slanting cross, white on a blue background, then became the sign by which pictures & statutes of him could be known to those who could not read. When Greece became Christain, Andrew was chosen to become Patron Saint of Patras. Greece, as Israel & Scotland, has rugged mountains which close in around the harbours of the fishing boats. Fish, the harvest of the sea, means health & St Andrew became honoured as the Patron Saint of fishermen.

Some hundreds of years later, when Christianity was finally recognised throughout the Roman Empire, a monk called Regulus had been preaching Christainity to the Scots & was having a hard time to make any headway. On a journey to Israel for rest & refreshment, he saw in Constantinople the coffin of St. Andrew. He thought if he could show the dour Scots some definite signs that the Disciples had been real men, they would surely would believe. He took some Christain relics back to Scotland & his efforts were more successful. In the 8th Century, Andrew was finally accepted as the Patron Saint of Scotland & his white slanting cross on a blue background was the proud flag of Scotland. With the Union of the Kingdoms in the 17th Century, St. Andrew’s Cross became the basis of the three crosses which, being united, form the present day Union Jack.

In Fife, there is a township named after St. Andrew which has become world famous for fishing, education & sport, surely typical attributes of the Scottish race.



Cross of St. George. – George the soldier.

About 293 – 303 A.D.

The Christain faith spread throughout the Roman Empire, even to Britain. As Christains increased in numbers & influence, under some Emperors they were allowed to worship freely in their own way; under others, they were imprisoned, tortured, killed.

The authorities had reasons for the persecutions. According to the official heathen belief of the Romans, the security of the state depended on the favour of the “gods” & “goddesses” who would send good fortune in return for sacrifices, & calamity if they were neglected. One form of worship, the same for all, could unite the peoples of the widespread territories; the Emperor, as symbol of the unity of his dominions, was declared to be himself Divine; to refuse to scrifice to the Emperor was treason.

Those who already worshipped many “gods” could include others easily; perhaps those that protected the conquerors would be more powerful than there own. Christains refused. In all other ways they were law-abiding citizens; in time of peace their difference could be allowed; in time of war it could be seem treason within.

George was born in Palestine, into a wealthy family. His father died when he was a child; his mother, who was a Christain, trained her son. When still very young George joined the Army. He advanced quickly to an officer – some say through his Father’s reputation, on the notice of the Emperor himself. He was sent with his Regiment to the far of colony of Britain to guard the great wall the Romans had built from Wallsend to Solway Firth to protect the more cultivated country from the raids from the wild tribes further North. Stationed at Eburacrum, now the City of York, George was most grievously disturbed. News had come that, by order of the Emperor Diocletian, a terrible persecution of Christains had broken out. He could not stay so far away, protected by his Army rank, while his comrades in faith were suffering torture, death & slavery. Christains in the Colony would be in danger too.

A high Officer, Constantine, in Britain also at this time would have been on terms of duty at Eburacum. It is possible he knew what happened. George made his decision to go himself to plead with the Emperor. He gave away most of his possessions to the poor, taking only what he needed for his journey by sea & land through Western Europe & Northern Africa. At last he arrived in Nicomedia, in Asia Minor on the Bosporus, where the imperaial Court was held. With courage he approached the Emperor, claiming to be heard. He declared himself to be a Chriatain; he pleaded with Diocletian, urged him to save all Christains from their cruel fate. Diocletian, angry & obstinate – perhaps afraid – refused to be merciful.

George, too, must die for his faith; he would be beheaded, unless he would join in the official scrifices to the Emperor & the heathen gods. After enduring torture steadfastly, he was executed on 23rd April, the dat in memory of his martyrdom.

St. George was chosen to be the Patron saint of England during the Middle sges. His badge, a red cross upright on a white ground.

There is an incident known as the “Legend of St. George” by tradition happened on his journey to Nicomedia across north aAfrica. Outside the town of Silene, in Egypt, a girl was chained to a rock; a huge ferocious monster was coming to fevoud her. This “drago” ha dbrought the townspeople to near starvation, devasted their animals & terified them so that none dare go outside the walls of the town to tend to their fields. In desparation they chose by a lot a girl each day to feed the beast, hoping he would be satisfied. George fought the dragon, killed it & set the maiden free. The townsfolk came out ith shouts of joy, urging him to stay with them, but he could not delay. Life & death depended on his purpose for continuing his journey.

Sometimes this has been thought to be a legend in the sense that it was exaggerated or invented to prove the bravery of St. George. Recent knowledge is overcoming doubt, as traces have been discovered of monstrous animals living in historic times in jungles, swamps & marshy country, such as might have been the delta of the Nile. They did not breathe out fire literally, but could terrify a town to the point of famine, as one tiger in India can paralyse a village while crops are spoilt & no one dare venture out alone. This type of calamity with the people rescued by a brave man who became a hero in the pages of several histories. In Italy nearly one thousand years before the time of St. George, Aruns of Volsinium slew the great wild boar.

The great wild boar that had his den

Amidst the reeds of Cossa’s fen,

And wasted fields & slaughtered men

Along Albinia’s shore.



From “Horatius”, by Macaulay.

The fight of St. Georgw with the dragon, recorded in stories, statues, pictures & on golden coins, has become a token for the assurance of the power of courageous faith to overcome evil.

Our flag three crosses showeth, the second red on white;

St. George’s shiels once bore it, whom England chose her Knight;

He fought & slew a dragon, then won a martyr’s crown;

And now his cross flies o’er us, to bid us bear our own.

STORY TIME ~ Mushy

MUSHY LOVE STORIES: “The Yummy Strokin’ Family Guy!”

Once upon a time, I think a fellow met his true love! Her name was Kailee! She came “into” the world from “above!”*

Well, this guy Sherman and Kailee married & lived to be quite old! Maybe they were 80 or so at the time this story is told! They lived and they loved, and they grew older together! They were like peas and carrots, in all sorts of weather!

They had a couple of FAIRLY-cute kids, bought a house and a car, and they’re content, pretty much wherever they are! As they got older, they moved a bit slower! “K” enjoyed sitting in a lounger, one somewhat lower, but Sherm liked to cook meals and clean a bit and go shopping: even though that-was K’s “regular job,” she gave up so much “hopping” around to get grocery purchases, and do cooking and stuff! Yet, Sherm was pleased as punch! He seemed to never get enough of doing stuff for Kate! I guess he really adored her so!

Once, one of their kids had a birthday, for even kids get older, as you know!

It was a pizza party, with cake and ice cream, and “one year to grow!” It was a pretty nice day, as far as days go! As Dad Sherm and The Kid sat around the dinner table, they chatted about current affairs and talked about a famous FABLE: One about a man married 50 years, to the same ol’ wife! He was interviewed by a youngster, asking if there hadn’t been strife! The interviewer said: “50 years? That’s a long time!” “Yeah, but it would-a-been-MUCH-longer-without-Her!” was his rhyme!

Anyway, back to now, and these two guys are eating pizza pie, and Sherm had a little bit of the classic, wondering eye, looking over at Katie, asking her if she needed anything! “Not now,” she said, “but, for The Kid’s birthday – let’s definitely sing!”

So, they sang The Birthday Song, candles got blown; everyone had a nice meal, this should be known! And, with YUMMY cake in his mouth, Sherm said to The Kid with a purr: “You know, Sonny! I just LOVE lookin’-at-her!”

And The Kid thought: “After 60 + years of starts, STROKES! and stops, Of heartaches, difficulties, washes and mops, and diapers and arguments and finances and travel – and-all-sorts-of-chances-to-have-everything-unravel, these two are still together, and Sherm feels THAT way!

MAYBE THERE’S HOPE FOR ALL OF US, for TOMORROW & TODAY!”

*We all do, actually! Some people just don’t notice!

The End?

“HYDRA HAS TO DO WITH WATER, DOESN’T IT?” a poem, for Monday [06/03/19]

“HYDRA HAS TO DO WITH WATER, DOESN’T IT?” a poem, for Monday [06/03/19]

You-can’t cut-off the Hydra’s head! All-you-can-do – is: BEAT HER SENSELESS!

Yet, you’re the one without any sense,
For The Hydra – she is SO immense,
You’ll use all your energy – to subdue-her;
Which-is-exactly-what-she-wants! SHE WANTS TO LU-R-E,
YOU! to-her-lair and say: “Cut off my head!”

Knowing things will multiply, The Sage hath said:
“The more attention that you shower,
The happier ‘they’ll’ be! The greater their power,
For YOUR-ATTENTION IS YOUR-GIFT;
Disregarding – will-form a rift!”

So, if-you-will-leave-those-heads-alone,
They’ll shrivel up – to skin and bone,
And flesh and blood without-some-water,
Dries-up, I think! I should-a- bought-her,
Lots of liquid! – Good re-fresh-ment!
ANY ATTENTION, isn’t-it HEAVEN-SENT?
“Any love is good love, so I took what I could get, I took what I could get –
And I LOOKED INTO HER EYES! and said:”
“You’ve seen it ALL!”

I choose NOT TO [see it all, that is!]
You wanna do it ALL?
I [just] wanna HOLD her hand! “I wanna hold your ha-a-a-and!
I WANNA HOLD YOUR HAND!”

“A rose by any other name is just as sweet!”

And prickly! 🙂 – I just love to bleed and watch little trickles of blood gently flow down unguarded avenues of existence!

fin <3


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GbNF-S-OxCg

MUSHY LOVE STORIES: “The Yummy Strokin’ Family Guy!”

MUSHY LOVE STORIES: “The Yummy Strokin’ Family Guy!”

Once upon a time, I think a fellow met his true love! Her name was Kailee! She came “into” the world from “above!”*

Well, this guy Sherman and Kailee married & lived to be quite old! Maybe they were 80 or so at the time this story is told! They lived and they loved, and they grew older together! They were like peas and carrots, in all sorts of weather!

They had a couple of FAIRLY-cute kids, bought a house and a car, and they’re content, pretty much wherever they are! As they got older, they moved a bit slower! “K” enjoyed sitting in a lounger, one somewhat lower, but Sherm liked to cook meals and clean a bit and go shopping: even though that-was K’s “regular job,” she gave up so much “hopping” around to get grocery purchases, and do cooking and stuff! Yet, Sherm was pleased as punch! He seemed to never get enough of doing stuff for Kate! I guess he really adored her so!

Once, one of their kids had a birthday, for even kids get older, as you know!

It was a pizza party, with cake and ice cream, and “one year to grow!” It was a pretty nice day, as far as days go! As Dad Sherm and The Kid sat around the dinner table, they chatted about current affairs and talked about a famous FABLE: One about a man married 50 years, to the same ol’ wife! He was interviewed by a youngster, asking if there hadn’t been strife! The interviewer said: “50 years? That’s a long time!” “Yeah, but it would-a-been-MUCH-longer-without-Her!” was his rhyme!

Anyway, back to now, and these two guys are eating pizza pie, and Sherm had a little bit of the classic, wondering eye, looking over at Katie, asking her if she needed anything! “Not now,” she said, “but, for The Kid’s birthday – let’s definitely sing!”

So, they sang The Birthday Song, candles got blown; everyone had a nice meal, this should be known! And, with YUMMY cake in his mouth, Sherm said to The Kid with a purr: “You know, Sonny! I just LOVE lookin’-at-her!”

And The Kid thought: “After 60 + years of starts, STROKES! and stops, Of heartaches, difficulties, washes and mops, and diapers and arguments and finances and travel – and-all-sorts-of-chances-to-have-everything-unravel, these two are still together, and Sherm feels THAT way!

MAYBE THERE’S HOPE FOR ALL OF US, for TOMORROW & TODAY!”

*We all do, actually! Some people just don’t notice!

The End?

How many roads does a man travel BEFORE he can call himself a man ~ every one suffers but at the end of the day all you have and are in the final scenerio is how you handle advsersity

How many roads does a man travel to call himself a man ?

Thoughts of yesterday day this song above by these younger days in AUSTRALIA NOT VERY FAR FROM MY HOME resounded in my memory of of a time I knew a wonderful young man just starting to find his way. 

Why today

Reason

I heard something from that time of sadness in all our lives to remind us just how blessed we are to have savoured life at all.

Dess never had that privilege of growing up, having children to carry on the family name of goddess

One very ordinary SATURDAY NIGHT he sat in a corner strumming his guitar singing soft fully this song written long before the release by these young guys these Aussie BEE GEES living in Queensland.

As a tear runs down my face I still hear his voice without a care in the world

That night he never reached home he fell asleep behind the wheel of his car

Harry ( my brother ) and I survived because he insisted we must be taken home and yet he still needed to travel one hundred miles to his MUM AND DAD to milk the cows.

As the sun rose that fateful morning the Police arrived at our home with the news no one ever needs to be told Desi was killed he fell asleep behind the wheel of his brand new prized possession, his sports car, a present from his family for Christmas.

We never forgot that day of death reared it’s ugly head , today I still feel a pain of of guilt terrible dark moments of dread about Christmas Day , “get over it said outsiders “

Desi didn’t ever have the opportunity of life. Breaks my heart, always will, but I’m not important in this true story

His Mum and DAD lived in hell, “ no parent should ever burry their child”

Until you do burry a CHILD you never know what that price you shall live with.

Years later I know how DESI’s MUM AND DAD felt like, shortly after they too passed away “broken”

Cause I do I buried my son too many years later

As I listen to these fine young men up above, only one remains alive today in AMERICA ~ there were 4 boys grown up here in AUSTRALIA ~ Bee Gees our favourite Sons

Thank you sharing my moments with me today , kindness and gratitude to all, peace ☮️ always

Kindness

Having a Best Friend
A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face.

The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand “Today my best friend slapped me in the face”.

They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone “Today my best friend saved my life”.

The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, “After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?” The other friend replied “When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it.”

Moral: Do not value the things you have in your life. But value who you have in your life.