|Posted on July 1, 2015 at 1:10 PM||comments (0)|
We will have a booth set up in Scottsville across from the Foodlion. Come join us! Be here for the parade on the 4th starting at 9am. Check out other activities at http://www.scottsville.org/scottsville-celebrates-independence-day-2/.
|Posted on June 24, 2015 at 7:00 AM||comments (0)|
Man Notices Conversation Between Poor Kid And Store Owner. But Never Expected This Outcome.
Can you believe marbles could become priceless? What do you think it would take to make them valuable? Would they have to be inlaid with gold? Do they have to be owned by royalty, or a major archaeological find?
In this story, these marbles were bought at a store, and cost little to make, but to this man, all the money in the world could not replace the value of these red marbles.
I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes… I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily appraising a basket of freshly picked green peas.
I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.
Pondering the peas, I couldn’t help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.
‘Hello Barry, how are you today?’
‘H’lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus’ admirin’ them peas. They sure look good.’
‘They are good, Barry. How’s your Ma?’
‘Fine. Gittin’ stronger alla’ time.’
‘Good. Anything I can help you with?’
‘No, Sir. Jus’ admirin’ them peas.’
‘Would you like to take some home?’ Asked Mr. Miller.
‘No, Sir. Got nuthin’ to pay for ‘em with.’
‘Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?’
‘All I got’s my prize marble here.’
‘Is that right? Let me see it’ said Miller.
‘Here ’tis. She’s a dandy.’
‘I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?’ the store owner asked.
‘Not zackley but almost.’
‘Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble’. Mr. Miller told the boy.
‘Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.’
Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, ‘There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn’t like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.’
I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado, but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles.
Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.
Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts…all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband’s casket.
Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket.
Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one; each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.
Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband’s bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.
‘Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about.
They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim ‘traded’ them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size….they came to pay their debt.’
‘We’ve never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,’ she confided, ‘but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho …’
With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.
The Moral: We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.
Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles - A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself. An unexpected phone call from an old friend. Green stoplights on your way to work. The fastest line at the grocery store. A good sing-along song on the radio. Your keys found right where you left them. Send this to the people you'll never forget. I just did... If you don't send it to anyone, it means you are in way too much of a hurry to even notice the ordinary miracles when they occur. It's not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived.
I found this posted on facebook from a friend. Made me cry and inspired me too. Hope it inspires you.
Have a wonderful day!
|Posted on June 22, 2015 at 4:15 PM||comments (0)|
Every one use toilet paper on a regular basis. I thought it would be interesting to find a way to use those empty rolls instead of throwing them away. Following a link I found on google it was noted that someone came up with at least 27 ways to use those rolls. Originally there were 16 yet there were 11 more ways added. I like the idea of using those rolls or even paper towel rolls to keep wires organized.
Love from us to you.
|Posted on June 21, 2015 at 11:40 AM||comments (0)|
Today is Fathers Day and we send wishes to all the fathers for a wonderful day.
There are those that gave us life and raised us to be the best we can be. I am grateful my Dad loved me enough to teach me the little things in life are what mattered.
There are men that have stepped in to be Dad even when they were not the ones that gave life. Those men stepped up to care for and love a child that is not their own. They deserved praise for being there and taking that responsibility.
To all the Dads out there.
HAPPY FATHERS DAY!
|Posted on May 25, 2015 at 10:25 AM||comments (0)|
On this day may we remember our fallen soldiers. They gave the last full measure of devotion for our country.
Memorial day was first known as Decoration day. It was to honor those that had given everything for their country. In 1868 at the first official Decoration day a speech was made by James A Garfield. “We do not know one promise these men made, one pledge they gave, one word they spoke; but we do know they summed up and perfected, by one supreme act, the highest virtues of men and citizens. For love of country they accepted death, and thus resolved all doubts, and made immortal their patriotism and their virtue.” http://www.pbs.org/national-memorial-day-concert/memorial-day/history/
Most people look forward to barbeques and the beginning of summer on Memorial day. Not so the veterans. They remember the fallen, many were personnaly known. Friends in arms, buddies they trained with, hung out with and became family. If you would like to see what a veteran feels about Memorial day check out this, http://www.cnn.com/2015/05/22/opinions/murphy-veterans-thoughts-about-memorial-day/ Written by Retired Staff Sgt. Luke Murphy, it gives insight to how veterans feel about this day. He said, "Veteran's Day is easy. Fourth of July, a piece of cake. But Memorial Day, that's a tough one."
If interested in helping and honoring those that have served there are a variety of sites available. One that we will be giving to is Homes for our Troops. Their mission is to "to build mortgage-free, specially adapted homes nationwide for severely injured Veterans post-9/11 to enable them to rebuild their lives."
We pause as we remember our fallen.
|Posted on May 19, 2015 at 4:00 PM||comments (0)|
We are adding wood working. This is our new wooden planter. Showing front, side and back.
Let us know what you think.
|Posted on May 9, 2015 at 12:40 AM||comments (0)|
It has been said many ways that to touch the life of a child is to touch the future. The love and acceptance we give to children can make a difference. Praising a child for an accomplishment they made brings a smile and a step up to their self respect. Being there when they just want our presence impacts them in ways we may never know.
On May 6th, one of my granddaughters had a field trip to Monticello near Charlottesville Virginia. She had known about the trip a couple of months in advance. My son called me and said she wanted to ask me something. Her request was for me to meet them there to take the tour with them. It was an interesting day. We walked all over the place with her holding my hand most of the time. By the time we were done for the day and the children were boarding the buses to go home we were all tired. My granddaughter gave me the biggest hug and told me she loved me. That pretty much revived my spirit and brought me so much joy. It makes me wonder what kind of things she talked about after we parted. I hope this will be a happy memory for her.
Henry Ward Beecher, a reverend and social activist said "Children are the hands by which we take hold of heaven."
Touch the life a child in a positive way. It will impact them and you may get joy that you never expected.
Give a little love to a child, and you get a great deal back.
As always share the love.
You are loved
|Posted on May 1, 2015 at 2:00 PM||comments (0)|
I have learned something about success: I have learned that it comes with a tax.
Achieve your dreams, they say. Anything you want can come your way. Nothing to it, they say. Just follow a simple system and anything and everything can be yours. Not so. There is a tax you pay to get what you want, whether you want more income, healthier relationships, emotional satisfaction, spiritual growth or a well-lived life. It is called dedication.
Orson Welles once said, "My doctor has advised me to give up those intimate little dinners for four, unless, of course, there are three other people eating with me." Some people will tell you that you can lose 25 or 50 pounds in just weeks. It's easy, they say. Not so. Andy Rooney observed that the two biggest sellers in any bookstore are cookbooks and diet books. “Cookbooks tell you how to prepare the food and diet books tell you how not to eat any of it.” If it were easy to lose weight, who’d buy the books?
Some people will tell you that you can have the body of an athlete, or the Incredible Hulk or a fashion model (assuming that’s what you want). It's quick and simple, they say. Not so. It is never easy to succeed at difficult goals. There is a tax, and that tax is called dedication.
Do you want to excel at a sport, play a musical instrument well or become an accomplished artist? One man was lost in New York City. He poked his head into a taxi cab and asked the driver, "How do you get to Yankee Stadium?" The driver responded, "Practice, practice, practice." You want to become really good at something you enjoy? You probably can. But there is a tax to pay and that tax is called dedication.
Many of us would like closer relationships with a spouse or a child or with friends. There are never guarantees, but I promise that those relationships will suffer without dedication. When they were small, I wanted to figure out how to be closer to my young boys. And I noticed what the problem was...I wasn't spending enough high-quality, significant time with them. So, in addition to my other parental activities, I decided that I would take one of them out for breakfast every week. Just the two of us. For me it was alone time with one child. For my sons, it was a chance to get Dad all by himself -- with no distractions.
I scheduled the breakfast dates a few days in advance. Some weeks it seemed like more of a nuisance and I was tempted to skip. Some weeks we didn't have the money. Some weeks I had an unusually busy day ahead and believed I just didn't have the time. But it was a high priority. I dedicated myself to it and, regardless of good reasons to cancel, I made it happen anyway. (And if truth be told, my sons wouldn't let me skip -- they looked forward to eating food they usually didn't get at home.) As I now figure it, I had breakfast alone with one of my children over 500 times. It became a time for listening and talking and bonding; never a time for correcting and persuading (those were the ground rules). As I look back, I made plenty of mistakes as a father, but if I had it to do over again, I would still do the breakfasts.
We pay a tax to succeed at anything worthwhile. That tax is called dedication, and here's the most wonderful part. Once you pay it, once you truly dedicate yourself to something important, you'll find the price was worth it.
By Steve Goodier - http://www.LifeSupportSystem.com
|Posted on April 29, 2015 at 5:05 PM||comments (0)|
I heard something interesting about the great Michelangelo. In his lifetime, among his many other accomplishments, he worked on over forty statues, but completed less than half of them. The statues he finished are still some of the greatest works of art the world has ever known...the magnificent David, his incomparable Pietà and his exquisite rendering of Moses, to name a few.
But those he never finished are interesting, too. I understand they can be seen in a museum in Italy. On display is a huge chunk of marble from which only an elbow or a wrist awkwardly protrude. Others show a leg, a thigh, a knee, a calf, a foot … even some toes. The rest of the body is locked in the lump of rock.
Michelangelo is reputed to have said, “Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.” Did he fail to discover what was hidden within those stones? Or did he see something there in his mind's eye but was interrupted before he could reveal its beauty? In either case, what is locked inside the marble may stay there forever.
And how like so many of us that is. We have unseen potential that takes time, maybe a lifetime, to be revealed. And how terrible when we get stuck, when we live and die with so much potential unrealized. How sad when only a small part of who we truly are ever emerges.
Writer Brian Tracy says, “The potential of the average person is like a huge ocean unsailed, a new continent unexplored, a world of possibilities waiting to be released and channeled toward some great good.” But I wonder ... do they know it? Do average people know what great potential and exquisite beauty is hidden within? Do they see all they can become? All that is possible for them? Or do they only see the rough and uncut marble? How great a tragedy it is to live a life and never emerge from the rock; never even realize how magnificent is the person unrevealed inside.
What will it take for you to break free of the stone and take the shape of your destiny?
– Steve Goodier
Find your destiny!
|Posted on April 22, 2015 at 12:50 AM||comments (0)|
Here in Buckingham County Virginia it is a beautiful day! Sun is shining, not too hot. A day to count my blessings and enjoy this wonderful world. Last week we were without water due to pump not working. Yesterday Dansey Plumbing of Scottsville, Virginia sent a couple of employees to fix our well. So happy to have it fixed after a week without water. I cannot even begin to image how others deal with it all the time. We are truly blessed.
I find happiness and joy in the small things of life. Birds singing in the trees, listening to the frogs after a rain, looking at the beautiful red flowers on the azallea bush outside my kitchen window, the love of family and being able to have water in the house. I was so happy yesterday that I felt like dancing even tho it brought a few strange looks from the guys that fixed the well. Some times you just got to let the joy come out no matter how strange it seems.
What is your happiness? Childrens laughter, a gentle breeze or what ever comes to mind where you find joy and brings a smile. I hope no matter your situation that you find peace and joy.
Love from us to you