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By: Anonymous: Jean Dagenais () on Monday, January 17 2011 @ 09:07 PM EST  
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Click on image to download Just in time.Mail has a way of vanishingGrin






       
   
By: JudyB (offline) on Monday, January 17 2011 @ 09:16 PM EST  
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Beautiful picture, Jean. Smile And I've sent you a PM.

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By: Anonymous: Jean Dagenais () on Tuesday, January 18 2011 @ 11:20 AM EST  
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Thanks Judy B. You know it seems a shame to let the Feathered Friendz go vacant , how about if we start it up again with some nice messages , maybe we can catch a few who like to come here. I beleive it was" ME "another lady who started this a long time ago in the old Hancock Forum and named it what it is to-day. Wonder where "Me" and her daughter .got to..
I have pictures of the daughter.Wish you would come on here "Me" Ok Lets give it a try all... Thanks...





       
   
By: Anonymous: Jean Dagenais () on Tuesday, January 18 2011 @ 11:25 AM EST  
Anonymous: Jean Dagenais

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By: Anonymous: Jean Dagenais () on Tuesday, January 18 2011 @ 01:19 PM EST  
Anonymous: Jean Dagenais

I was just looking out our dinning room window at the little old tree all coverd in snow and the littleChick-a-dee's all puffed up to keep themselves warm are darting back and forth from the filled feeder to the tree limbs and I suddenly thought of a poem I liked From Emily Dickinson . Here it is.Just so sweet I think..
"Hope" is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

Emily Dickinson






       
   
By: Anonymous: Jean Dagenais () on Tuesday, January 18 2011 @ 01:52 PM EST  
Anonymous: Jean Dagenais

here is a list that might save you in the winter if your driving and something happens.
A government warning said that anyone travelling in icy conditions should take:
Shovel, Blankets or sleeping bag
Extra clothing including scarf, hat and gloves
24 hours supply of food and drink
...De-Icer
5Kgs of Rock Salt
Torch or lantern with spare batteries
Road Flares and Reflective Triangles
Tow rope
5 gallon petrol Jerrycan
First Aid Kit
Jump Leads


A tremendous idea...Jean






       
   
By: Anonymous: Jean Dagenais () on Tuesday, January 18 2011 @ 07:03 PM EST  
Anonymous: Jean Dagenais

Click on image to download A buggy ride and a sleigh ride. The good old days folks...This is a 1925 hit song.. Later on I used to sing it' as a voice trainer because it has lots of different keys in it."

"Thanks for the buggy ride.
I had a wonderful time.
No smell of gasoline.
Just an old fashioned team.
It was a wonderful treat.
To hear the patter of horses feet.
I was used to riding in a big limosine.
But buggy riding and loving it
sure beats any machine
. Now although I lost my pride,
Thanks for the buggy ride.
I had a wonderful time."









       
   
By: Anonymous: Jean Dagenais () on Tuesday, January 18 2011 @ 07:17 PM EST  
Anonymous: Jean Dagenais

Now to finish off with a grand old song that was in my grandmother and fathers time and I sang it to them, gram played the piano .. Grandpa the violin or fiddle . Mom played the piano too so I picked a lot up.from them.I have the 2 violins. Song
**** When You and I Were Young, Maggie
I wandered today to the hill, Maggie
To watch the scene below
The creek and the rusty old mill, Maggie
Where we sat in the long, long ago.
The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie
Where first the daisies sprung
The old rusty mill is still, Maggie
Since you and I were young.

A city so silent and lone, Maggie
Where the young and the gay and the best
In polished white mansion of stone, Maggie
Have each found a place of rest
Is built where the birds used to play, Maggie
And join in the songs that were sung
For we sang just as gay as they, Maggie
When you and I were young.

They say I am feeble with age, Maggie
My steps are less sprightly than then
My face is a well written page, Maggie
But time alone was the pen.
They say we are aged and grey, Maggie
As spray by the white breakers flung
But to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie
When you and I were young.

And now we are aged and grey, Maggie
The trials of life nearly done
Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie
When you and I were young.







       
   



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