Fond rememberances of Anne. Whereever you are, happy 2006!

If I could only get outta this computer habit.


Andy


OB Food: Good cold sausage/pepperoni pizza.

"Andy" <q> wrote in message ...
> Fond rememberances of Anne. Whereever you are, happy 2006!
>
> If I could only get outta this computer habit.
>
>
> Andy
>
>
> OB Food: Good cold sausage/pepperoni pizza.

Fond remembrances of Ron, who didn't respond to my Christmas card (I'm such
an idiot for sending it to him).

Elisa

"Elisa" > wrote in
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> "Andy" <q> wrote in message news:Yc6dne1RWfk-fSreRVn-
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>> Fond rememberances of Anne. Whereever you are, happy 2006!
>>
>> If I could only get outta this computer habit.
>>
>>
>> Andy
>>
>>
>> OB Food: Good cold sausage/pepperoni pizza.
>
> Fond remembrances of Ron, who didn't respond to my Christmas card
(I'm
> such an idiot for sending it to him).
>
> Elisa



Folks... ???

Andy

On Sun 01 Jan 2006 07:01:07a, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it Andy?

> Fond rememberances of Anne. Whereever you are, happy 2006!
>
> If I could only get outta this computer habit.
>
>
> Andy
>
>
> OB Food: Good cold sausage/pepperoni pizza.

Fond remembrances of my parents, both now deceased.

OB Food: New Year's Day breakfast of apple-cinnamon pancakes, pepper bacon
and scrambled eggs.

--
Wayne Boatwright *¿*
__________________________________________________ ________________
And if we enter a room full of manure, may we believe in the pony.

Wayne Boatwright wrote:
> On Sun 01 Jan 2006 07:01:07a, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it Andy?
>
>> Fond rememberances of Anne. Whereever you are, happy 2006!
>>
>> If I could only get outta this computer habit.
>>
>>
>> Andy
>>
>>
>> OB Food: Good cold sausage/pepperoni pizza.
>
> Fond remembrances of my parents, both now deceased.
>
> OB Food: New Year's Day breakfast of apple-cinnamon pancakes, pepper
> bacon and scrambled eggs.

Talked to Mom... she pan-fried sea scallops in butter last night for their
dinner. YUM! I'm very lucky to still have both my parents even if Dad is
annoying at times.

I'm still munching on bacon, egg & cheddar cheese biscuits Watching an
interesting show on PBS featuring Sammy Davis, Jr. singing in the 1950's and
early 60's. Shades of the "brat pack".

Jill

Fond rememberances of my mom and dad who have been long gone, too. And
my brother who left us the week before Christmas. The best medicine to
not sink into a profound sadness is work and being around people.

On 1 Jan 2006 17:20:19 +0100, Wayne Boatwright
> wrote:

>On Sun 01 Jan 2006 07:01:07a, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it Andy?
>
>> Fond rememberances of Anne. Whereever you are, happy 2006!
>>
>> If I could only get outta this computer habit.
>>
>>
>> Andy
>>
>>
>> OB Food: Good cold sausage/pepperoni pizza.
>
>Fond remembrances of my parents, both now deceased.
>
>OB Food: New Year's Day breakfast of apple-cinnamon pancakes, pepper bacon
>and scrambled eggs.


And to the memory of mine, in whose honor we will have lox and cream
cheese on fresh bagels.

Boron

On 1 Jan 2006 17:20:19 +0100, Wayne Boatwright
> wrote:

>On Sun 01 Jan 2006 07:01:07a, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it Andy?
>
>> Fond rememberances of Anne. Whereever you are, happy 2006!
>>
>> If I could only get outta this computer habit.
>>
>>
>> Andy
>>
>>
>> OB Food: Good cold sausage/pepperoni pizza.
>
>Fond remembrances of my parents, both now deceased.

Fond remembrances of Jeffy, my best friend, who lived a cheerful and
productive life for 13 years after being diagnosed with HIV/AIDS,
which killed him in 1994.

ObFood: He used to feed his cat albacore tuna

serene

On Sun, 01 Jan 2006 08:01:07 -0600, Andy <q> wrote:

> Fond rememberances of Anne. Whereever you are, happy 2006!

Fond rememberances of my parents, Pat and Ken. And Mom's sister,
Jackie.

Love and miss you guys!
Carol 'Arie

On Sun, 01 Jan 2006 10:32:58 -0600, Damsel in dis Dress
> wrote:

>On Sun, 01 Jan 2006 08:01:07 -0600, Andy <q> wrote:
>
>> Fond rememberances of Anne. Whereever you are, happy 2006!
>
>Fond rememberances of my parents, Pat and Ken. And Mom's sister,
>Jackie.
>
>Love and miss you guys!
>Carol 'Arie

And to Daddy whom I envision playing cribbage in the great beyond with
his father, brothers, sister and brother-in-law. Slainte!

TammyM

On Sun, 01 Jan 2006 16:44:30 GMT, (TammyM) wrote:

> On Sun, 01 Jan 2006 10:32:58 -0600, Damsel in dis Dress
> > wrote:
>
> >Fond rememberances of my parents, Pat and Ken. And Mom's sister,
> >Jackie.
> >
> >Love and miss you guys!
> >Carol 'Arie
>
> And to Daddy whom I envision playing cribbage in the great beyond with
> his father, brothers, sister and brother-in-law. Slainte!

My family is playing croquet. Mom is the "Yellow Streak," and always
gets the yellow mallet and ball.

They're not gone, they're just where we can't see them yet
Carol

"Damsel in dis Dress" > wrote in message
news
> They're not gone, they're just where we can't see them yet
> Carol

I Did Not Die

Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
I am not there. I did not die.

Melinda Sue Pacho

On Sun, 01 Jan 2006 17:56:23 GMT, "Ophelia" > wrote:

> I Did Not Die
>
> Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
> I am not there; I do not sleep.
> I am a thousand winds that blow.
> I am the diamond glints on snow.
> I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
> I am the gentle autumn's rain.
> When you awaken in the morning's hush
> I am the swift uplifting rush
> Of quiet birds in circled flight.
> I am the soft stars that shine at night.
> Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
> I am not there. I did not die.
>
> Melinda Sue Pacho


Here is a song that's close to my heart. It's taken out of context in
a CD that tells a story. Nicholas has been mourning the loss of
Victoria.

The Spirit Carries On - Dream Theater
Music by Dream Theater - Lyrics by John Petrucci

Nicholas:
Where did we come from?
Why are we here?
Where do we go when we die?
What lies beyond?
And what lay before?
Is anything certain in life?

They say, "Life is too short,
the here and the now"
And "You're only given one shot"
But could there be more?
Have I lived before?
Or could this be all that we've got?

If I died tomorrow
I'd be all right
Because I believe
That after we're gone
The spirit carries on

I used to be frightened of dying
I used to think death was the end
But that was before
I'm not scared anymore
I know that my soul will transcend

I may never find all the answers
I may never understand why
I may never prove
What I know to be true
But I know that I still have to try

If I died tomorrow
I'd be all right
Because I believe
That after we're gone
The spirit carries on

Victoria:
"Move on, be brave
Don't weep at my grave
Because I am no longer here
But please never let
Your memory of me disappear"

Nicholas:
Safe in the light that surrounds me
Free of the fear and the pain
My questioning mind
Has helped me to find
The meaning in my life again

Victoria's real
I finally feel
At peace with the girl in my dreams
And now that I'm here
It's perfectly clear
I found out what all of this means

If I died tomorrow
I'd be all right
Because I believe
That after we're gone
The spirit carries on

On Sun 01 Jan 2006 10:56:23a, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it Ophelia?

>
> "Damsel in dis Dress" > wrote in message
> news
>> They're not gone, they're just where we can't see them yet
>> Carol
>
> I Did Not Die
>
> Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
> I am not there; I do not sleep.
> I am a thousand winds that blow.
> I am the diamond glints on snow.
> I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
> I am the gentle autumn's rain.
> When you awaken in the morning's hush
> I am the swift uplifting rush
> Of quiet birds in circled flight.
> I am the soft stars that shine at night.
> Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
> I am not there. I did not die.
>
> Melinda Sue Pacho

This one's a bit maudlin, perhaps, but still one of my favorites.

Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let Aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I though that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.


W. H. Auden
Another Time, 1940


On another note, my mother was a very beautiful woman. I'm not prejudiced,
as everyone thought so. I once wrote the following to her as she was
getting older...

Glimpses of beauty
as the years speed by.....
Are my memories of
You.


--
Wayne Boatwright *¿*
__________________________________________________ ________________
And if we enter a room full of manure, may we believe in the pony.

On Sun, 01 Jan 2006 17:56:23 GMT, "Ophelia" > wrote:

>
>"Damsel in dis Dress" > wrote in message
>news
>> They're not gone, they're just where we can't see them yet
>> Carol
>
>I Did Not Die
>
>Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
>I am not there; I do not sleep.
>I am a thousand winds that blow.
>I am the diamond glints on snow.
>I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
>I am the gentle autumn's rain.
>When you awaken in the morning's hush
>I am the swift uplifting rush
>Of quiet birds in circled flight.
>I am the soft stars that shine at night.
>Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
>I am not there. I did not die.

I feel impelled to pipe in and say that I do believe that people who
died are dead and gone, not in heaven, not where I'm going to see them
later, and that doesn't detract from my love for them, or make me
sadder. If anything, it makes me all the more determined to have a
good life, because it's the only life I get.

(Please understand that I'm not denigrating those of you who believe
you will see your loved ones in some later life -- just sharing that
that's not the way it is for me.)

serene

On Sun, 01 Jan 2006 17:56:23 GMT, "Ophelia" > wrote:

>
>"Damsel in dis Dress" > wrote in message
>news
>> They're not gone, they're just where we can't see them yet
>> Carol
>
>I Did Not Die
>
>Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
>I am not there; I do not sleep.
>I am a thousand winds that blow.
>I am the diamond glints on snow.
>I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
>I am the gentle autumn's rain.
>When you awaken in the morning's hush
>I am the swift uplifting rush
>Of quiet birds in circled flight.
>I am the soft stars that shine at night.
>Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
>I am not there. I did not die.
>
>Melinda Sue Pacho

Ooooo. Brought tears to my eyes. Thank you for sharing, Ophelia.

TammyM

On Sun, 01 Jan 2006 08:01:07 -0600, Andy <q> wrote:

>Fond rememberances of Anne. Whereever you are, happy 2006!
>
>If I could only get outta this computer habit.
>
>
>Andy
>
>
>OB Food: Good cold sausage/pepperoni pizza.


And fond rememberances of my mother who died in 1977, and in whose
honour we still enjoy "Grandma's spaghetti" (the family name for her
recipe which is only stewed tomatoes with heaps of garlic, heaps of
cheese melted into it, thickened, and add heaps of noodles, salt and
pepper. It may not sound great, but it was her dish and we love it.

And rememberances of my father, who died in 1970. A keen sauce maker
in the days when I would not eat sauces. I really regret that now.

Kathy in NZ

On Mon, 02 Jan 2006 04:46:52 GMT, (Kathy in NZ) wrote:


>And fond rememberances of my mother who died in 1977, and in whose
>honour we still enjoy "Grandma's spaghetti"

er, make that 1997. She lasted another 20 years!


Kathy in NZ

On Sun 01 Jan 2006 10:05:59p, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it Kathy in NZ?

> On Mon, 02 Jan 2006 04:46:52 GMT, (Kathy in NZ) wrote:
>
>
>>And fond rememberances of my mother who died in 1977, and in whose
>>honour we still enjoy "Grandma's spaghetti"
>
> er, make that 1997. She lasted another 20 years!
>
>
> Kathy in NZ

LOL! I was wondering, but I wasn't going to ask. That seemed a very long
time ago.

--
Wayne Boatwright *¿*
__________________________________________________ ________________
And if we enter a room full of manure, may we believe in the pony.

At New Year's my thoughts are always of my parents - Mom, who taught
me to cook (and died so young in 1968) and Dad who taught me to
appreciate wonderful food (and left us in 1999). Everytime I cook one
of her "old standards," it takes me back...and I know she'd be tickled.
Our special New Year's Eve dinner last night was her version of
Scampi. Good stuff.

Nancy T

Remembrances of my mother, who passed away in July 2005. I sincerely
hope that St. Peter gave the woman an iron and ironing board instead of
wings & a harp; man, how that woman loved to iron. Carol

Our life may not always be the party we would have chosen, but while we
are here, we may as well dance!

In article . com>,
"ntantiques" > wrote:

> At New Year's my thoughts are always of my parents - Mom, who taught
> me to cook (and died so young in 1968) and Dad who taught me to
> appreciate wonderful food (and left us in 1999). Everytime I cook one
> of her "old standards," it takes me back...and I know she'd be tickled.
> Our special New Year's Eve dinner last night was her version of
> Scampi. Good stuff.

We lost my grandmother last year, around Christmas, she was an
illiterate Bedouin who was married at 13 and raised six children, even
after her husband died when my mom (the youngest) was an infant. She
remembered when things happened by the big events of each year, and she
could cook anything without checking any recipe, because even at the
end, she couldn't read. My cousin's daughter lost a five year battle
with cancer this past spring, she was 19. The year before we lost her
grandfather, my uncle.

Regards,
Ranee

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