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I have had a request to keep posting. (Thanks my dear friend)

New project: Inspirational quotes.



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“When words become unclear,
I shall focus with photographs.
When images become inadequate,
I shall be content with silence.”
~Ansel Adams

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July 31, 2012 at 9:49 pm | Uncategorized | 1 comment


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This evening I recieved an email from a dear friend that means the world to me. This email might be something you have seen before — but this was a new one for me.

As you know I am such a sucker for a great story… just had to share!

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A young man learns what’s most important in life from the guy next door……….

Over the phone, his mother told him, “Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday.” Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

“Jack, did you hear me?”

“Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It’s been so long since I thought of him. I’m sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,” Jack said.

“Well, he didn’t forget you. Every time I saw him he’d ask how you were doing. He’d reminisce about the many days you spent over ‘his side of the fence’ as he put it,” Mom told him.

“I loved that old house he lived in,” Jack said.

“You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man’s influence in your life,” she said.

“He’s the one who taught me carpentry,” he said. “I wouldn’t be in this business if it weren’t for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important. Mom, I’ll be there for the funeral,” Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser’s funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.

Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture. Jack stopped suddenly…

“What’s wrong, Jack?” his Mom asked.

“The box is gone,” he said

“What box?” Mom asked.

“There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he’d ever tell me was ‘the thing I value most,’ Jack said.

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

“Now I’ll never know what was so valuable to him,” Jack said. “I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom.”

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day, Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. “Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days,” the note read. Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. “Mr. Harold Belser” it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack’s hands shook as he read the note inside……

“Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It’s the thing I valued most in my life.” A small key was taped to the letter. His heart raced as tears filled his eyes. Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.

Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:

“Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser.”

“The thing he valued most was…..my time.”

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. “Why?” Janet, his assistant, asked.

“I need some time to spend with my son,” he said.

“Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!”



Think about this. You may not realize it, but it’s 100% true.

1. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.

2. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don’t like you.

3. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.

4. You mean the world to someone.

5. If not for you, someone may not be living.

6. You are special and unique.

7. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won’t get it, but if you trust God to do what’s best, and wait for ‘His time’, sooner or later, you will get it or something better.

8. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.

9. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.

10. Someone that you don’t even know exists loves you.

11. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.

12 . Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know, and you’ll both be happy .

13. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that you think they are great.

Now send this on to all the people you care about. If you do, you will certainly brighten someone’s day and just might change their perspective on life…..for the better.

And to you, to whom I sent this, Thanks for your time


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*hand me a hanki*  Thank you for taking YOUR time to stop by!  I really do appreciate it.


June 28, 2012 at 9:13 pm | Friends | 5 comments

Where is the Lazy

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Not being the biggest fan of hot weather, summer is typically a season that is not my favorite.  But I have always been thankful to the person who invented air conditioning.

The Nat King Cole song, Lazy Hazy Days of Summer always seemed spot on to me!

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer

Just fill your basket full of sandwiches and weenies
Then lock the house up, now you’re set
And on the beach you’ll see the girls in their bikinis
As cute as ever but they never get em wet

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
You’ll wish that summer could always be here

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer

Don’t hafta tell a girl and fella about a drive-in
Or some romantic moon it seems
Right from the moment that those lovers start arrivin
Youll see more kissin in the cars than on the screen

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Youll wish that summer could always be here

Youll wish that summer could always be here


The other day my dear friend Deanna wrote a post about “hanging“  — it was perfect and got me thinking.

How much “just hanging” is happening this summer?

Back before technology enhanced my life, I recall saying I  was “bored” often.  But being bored got me to stretch my creative side that now I appreciate more and more. Summers were spent listening to crickets at night.  Waiting for the ice cream to finish churning on my Uncles porch.

Playing outside till dark.

My children had more TV to watch and “videos” but they were very busy with things we thought were important in their lives. Basketball, soccer, baseball camps filled their summers. Of course we did spend hot days near the pool or running through the sprinkler.  But I wonder, did I offer “just hanging”  enough?

Is being alone too scarey? Is being bored something that still happens?

When I watched this gentleman fishing the other evening, I wondered if he had taught his children to enjoy “hanging by themselves?”


Ha!!  Just the right size to toss back!

I loved the color of the water reflecting the sunset.

Hope you are enjoying just hanging this summer.




June 16, 2012 at 11:31 am | summer | 5 comments


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