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Don’t Wake the Baby

8/16/2018

Don’t Wake the Baby

Baby sleeps, so we must tread
     Softly round her little bed,
And be careful that our toys
     Do not fall and make a noise.

We must not talk, but whisper low,
     Mother wants to work, we know,
That, when father comes to tea,
     All may neat and cheerful be.

by Author Unknown

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My Brother

7/24/2018

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My Brother

We shared many secrets,
     the same Mom and Dad.
We shared lots of good times -
     don’t think of the bad.
Our memories we’ll treasure
     with love without end.
I’m glad you’re my brother . . .
     I’m glad you’re my friend.

by Author Unknown

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Manners

7/19/2018

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Manners

I have an uncle I don’t like,
     An aunt I cannot bear:
She chucks me underneath the chin,
     He ruffles up my hair.

Another uncle I adore,
     Another aunty, too:
She shakes me kindly by the hand,
     He says, “How do you do?”

by Mariana Griswold Van Rensselaer

Mariana Griswold Van Rensselaer, also known as Mrs. Schuyler Van Rensselaer and M. G. Van Rensselaer, was born as Mariana Alley Griswold on 21 February 1851 in New York City, New York, United States of America. She became a writer, focusing on architectural, art, and landscape criticism, as well as fiction and children’s literature. Mariana Griswold Van Rensselaer passed on at 82 years of age on 20 January 1934 in New York City, New York, United States of America.

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Your Name

6/30/2018

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Your Name

You got it from your father
     ’Twas the best he had to give.
And right gladly he bestowed it
     It’s yours, the while you live.

You may lose the watch he gave you
     and another you may claim,
But remember, when you’re tempted,
     to be careful of this name.

It was fair the day you got it,
     and a worthy name to bear,
When he took it from his father,
     there was no dishonor there.

Through the years he proudly wore it,
     to his father he was true,
And that name was clean and spotless
     when he passed it on to you.

Oh, there’s much that he has given
     that he values not at all.
He has watched you break your playthings
     in the days when you were small.

You have lost the knife he gave you,
     and you’ve scattered many a game,
But you’ll never hurt your father
     if you’re careful with his name.

It is yours to wear forever,
     yours to wear the while you live.
Yours, perhaps some distant morning,
     another boy to give.

And you’ll smile as did your father -
     with a smile that all can share,
If a clean name and a good name
     you are giving him to wear.

by Edgar Guest

Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest was born on 20 August 1881 in Birmingham, England. He immigrated with his family to the United States of America in 1891. From his first published work in the “Detroit Free Press” until his passing in 1959, he penned some 11,000 poems that were syndicated in 300 newspapers and collected into more than twenty books. Mr. Guest is reputed to have had a new poem published in a newspaper every day for more than thirty years. He became known as ‘The People’s Poet,’ writing poems that were of a sentimental and optimistic nature. Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest passed on at 77 years of age on 5 August 1959 in Detroit, Michigan, United States of America.

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Family Heirloom

5/20/2018

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Family Heirloom

For every picture you take a moment in time is remembered
A family’s heritage is its personal journey through history
Memories will fade making the written word priceless
In every family someone must take time to preserve its past
Looking at the past can strengthen who you are today
Yesterday is gone, but the memories are cherished through photos and journals.
Hours of enjoyment are held within the pages of the family scrapbook,
Everyone has pictures . . . everyone has a story to tell . . .
It’s not the jewels or china we would risk our lives for in a fire
Rich is the family who knows who they are . . . and where they came from
Learning to properly preserve photographs is not difficult
Old photographs lack the joy they could have when not preserved and labeled
Ordinary moments become special when captured on film
May we not put off any longer the task of preserving our heritage.

by Jeannine Richardson

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Dad Held the Rope

5/16/2018

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Dad Held the Rope

A party of English botanists spent their vacation in the Swiss Alps collecting specimens of rare flowers. They started out one morning from a small village and after a several hours’ climb came to a precipice overlooking a green valley dotted with a peculiar flower, which, examined through field glasses, proved to be of unusual value. From the cliff on which the party was standing, to the valley was a sheer drop of several hundred feet. To descend would be impossible, and to reach the valley from another approach would mean a waste of several hours.

During the latter part of their climb, a small boy had attached himself to the party and had watched with interest the maneuvers of the botanists. After discussing the situation for several minutes, one of the party turned to the boy and said, “Young fellow, if you will let us tie a rope around your waist and lower you over this cliff so that you can dig up one of those plants for us, and let us pull you back up, without harming the plant, we will give you five pounds.”

The boy looked dazed for an instant, then ran off, apparently frightened at the prospect of being lowered over the cliff by a rope. But within a short time he returned, bringing with him an old man, bent and gray, with hands gnarled and calloused by hard labor. Upon reaching the party of botanists, the boy turned to the man who had made the offer and said:

“Sir, this is my dad. I’ll go down in the valley if you’ll let my dad hold the rope.”

by David O. McKay

David Oman McKay was born on 8 September 1873 in Huntsville, Utah Territory (now Utah state), United States of America. He was an educator and a Christian religious leader. He served as the ninth president of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, from 1951 until his passing. David Oman McKay passed on at 96 years of age on 18 January 1970 in Salt Lake City, Utah, United States of America.

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