From happy to gloom - from sweet to sour - all in one short post. You certainly do have a knack for words, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised!![]()
From happy to gloom - from sweet to sour - all in one short post. You certainly do have a knack for words, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised!![]()
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Wolfy ~ Fuzzbutt #3My little dog ~ a heartbeatat my feet
Sparky the Fuzzbutt - PT's DOTD 8/3/2010
RIP 2/28/1999~10/9/2012Myndi the Fuzzbutt - Mom's DOTD - Everyday
RIP 1/24/1996~8/9/2013
Ellie - Mom to the Fuzzbuttz
To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.
Ecclesiastes 3:1The clock of life is wound but once and no man has the power
To know just when the hands will stop - on what day, or what hour.
Now is the only time you have, so live it with a will -
Don't wait until tomorrow - the hands may then be still.
~~~~true author unknown~~~~
It is part of the local flavor and mystery of this town. No different from any hamlet or city with an interesting or rich history.
It's not doom it is fact. Many places are known for their pasts and many people flock to see and visit them.
Why all the criticism? You have never visited a ghost town, ruin, castle, haunted house?
Never read a horror book, real life drama?
We celebrate the 4th of July every night during the summer.The green fire flies put on a wonderful green luminary show.
There is always murder & mayhem going on back in the woods day or night, you just can't escape it.
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Oh mySounds wild and wonderful.
Marigold, As a child I use to catch the fire flies & put them in a canning jar with holes in the lid so they could breath. I would put them on the night stand & watch them flicker in the dark. It was the neatest thing & in the morning I would release them back out doors. Many years ago we took the horses out on a cool summer night ride. The fire flies were just thick it was the most beautiful thing to see. Those simple things in life are the most meaningful to me.![]()
What a wonderful memory.
When I was growing up, the Fourth was a big family holiday at my uncle's farm in upstate New York. Watermelons were in the milk cooler in the barn for days so they were nice and cold and sooo good. We kids would keep the pits in our mouths then have a pit spitting contest, some of us would go on the back porch while the rest of us would wage war spitting watermelon pits from the ground to try and take over the back porch. When it would get dark, we'd make a circle on the driveway, catch lightening bugs, put them in the circle then see whose bug flew away first. If yours was the first to fly away, you were the winner.
Back then there were no computers or video games but my cousins and I never ran out of things to do. When all else failed, we made things up but in all honesty our parents were not always impressed with some of our stunts.
FIND A PURPOSE IN LIFE.....BE A BAD EXAMPLE
You're the one sure thing I've found so you better stick around...Best Fireman in da House´10
dedicated to the kindest,loveliest and always helpful man that one would be honored and proud to know........R.I.P. Dear Phred
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