Graphic by Billie
How beautiful! thanks for new/fresh thread
Funeral for my mom on Sat went pretty well considering I was officiating & went into it w/o sleep for 4 days. 70 there for the private/invitation only service. about 50 later for dinner at a nearby favorite mom & pop Italian restaurant, for Italian buffet, amazing desserts, beer, merlot, chardonnay
The music was outstanding .. 7 piece ragtime/new orleans jazz band. My music man leads this group & paid for their participation. It to me was the highlight. during visitation they played big band, polka.. played MOM;s requests during service. Ended with foot stomping high spirited When Saints Come Marching In.
2 videos & slide slow came off well despite sweating blood by the IT guys/gals who did the techie side.(til about 8 minutes prior to service!!!) coordinating 3 HD large screen TVs & the software & the computer input
Got a lot of amazing comments on the video I did of my mom & the funeral director said it was the most uplifting /fun funeral he had had in his 40 years in industry. Overall we were NOT traditional. Anyone who has MS Publisher, I would be glad to send you the file of the program service. Let me know & I will need your email if I dont have it.
We called this a BLING celebration of Life & it was just that. many friends /family came dressed accordingly. One comical side comment from my 90 year old aunt. I asked her during visitation how she liked the music. she said it was distracting & she wanted me to tell them to stop.
Ha!
I am going to be doing a video of the event. Might not get done til after New Years as the next months are packed.
My birthday is next Sat but my brother/wife & a few friends will be celebrating in Toledo & nearby “locations” all day . First birthday w/o mom & this is unique as i have always made the focus of my birthday MOM’s day. In a similar vein I consider my son’s birthday my day.
Yes of course he gets pampered & loved on but the focus on the mom who has the memories, did the work, shares the joy of the day & celebration
Hope all have a great week & you all know what we must do this Tuesday. Kick RAT butt big time
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Rugs, lamps, a washer and dryer, even the food in the cupboards—everything was for sale! My husband and I stopped at an estate sale one day and wandered through the house, overwhelmed by the volume of belongings. Dish sets littered the dining room table. Christmas decorations filled the front hallway. Tools, toy cars, board games, and vintage dolls crowded the garage. When we left, I wondered if the homeowners were moving, if they desperately needed money, or if they had passed away.
This reminded me of these words from Ecclesiastes: “Just exactly as he came, so shall he go” (5:16). We’re born empty-handed and we leave the world the same way. The stuff we buy, organize, and store is ours only for a while—and it’s all in a state of decay. Moths munch through our clothes; even gold and silver may not hold their value (James 5:2-3). Sometimes “riches perish through misfortune” (Eccl. 5:14), and our kids don’t get to enjoy our possessions after we’re gone.
Stockpiling possessions in the here-and-now is foolish, because we can’t take anything with us when we die. What’s important is a proper attitude toward what we have and how we use what God has given. That way we’ll be storing up our treasure where it belongs—in heaven.
Read: Ecclesiastes 5:8-17
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(((((Hugs to All FRiends)))))
WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN
by: James Whitcomb Riley (1849-1916)
WHEN the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock,
And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens,
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it's then’s the times a feller is a-feelin’ at his best,
With the risin’ sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
They’s something kindo’ harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer's over and the coolin’ fall is here—
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin’-birds and buzzin’ of the bees;
But the air's so appetizin’; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur’ that no painter has the colorin’ to mock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin’ of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries—kindo’ lonesome-like, but still
A-preachin’ sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;
The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in theyr stalls below—the clover over-head!—
O, it sets my hart a-clickin’ like the tickin’ of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock!
Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps
Is poured around the celler-floor in red and yeller heaps;
And your cider-makin’ ‘s over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With their mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and saussage, too! ...
I don't know how to tell it—but ef sich a thing could be
As the Angels wantin’ boardin’, and they'd call around on me—
I'd want to ‘commodate ‘em—all the whole-indurin’ flock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock!
What a beautiful November graphic and lovely poem! Of course we can’t forget about the awesome frame, as well!Thank you very much!
