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#61
Apr 12, 2007
 
Grace Nerissa wrote:
George,
Do you know what I was thinking, well how would you?!! lol [that is an expression here] si I'll re-phrase it.
What about the possibility of if we started something here like s story that we can ALL share and be part of?
You write short stories, and the one you did already was very good.
I also write them, Valerie writes them, and a lot of people here on OFFBEAT have shown quite a flair for writing, > El, MO4, MOI, LA SUNSHINE,MARSDUST,FRANKO, as we found from our venture with the Dennis/Vee novel ...
It is great that you continue your own as I continue to post in thhe poems I wrote in the GRACEFUL THOUGHTS thread... those are separate issues andfine in their own right. but I think if we got together and started one where we could ALL become involved, it would be great fun while we are ALL involved...
I said once ... writing something like I suggested is somewhat like being in a car, each one who drives it, for that 'journey' takes it or guides it down 'his/her' path to where he wants to go; when thhe next one gets in, he drivs it off on a totally different direction.. It would be such fun! we could pick up where the last one left off and mould it in an entirely different way.
What do you and everyone else think of this idea?
I don't mean to use your own personal thread here .. but a general one, perhaps a new one, entitled something like>
"Life and times of the "Offbeat'' folk or a twist on the title> ''Where wise ones dare to TREAD '''LOL '
What do folks think of this idea?
That sounds like a good idea. Someone suggested that I should start it off. I'm honored that someone would suggest that about me. However, this upcoming weekend, I plan on taking off as my mother is going on cruise, thus my wife will need a little help in the daycare department.

I will be more than happy to participate in it on the Monday following. Let me know what everyone else wants to do, what to call it and where its going to go.

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#62
Apr 12, 2007
 
Huh? You ought to live in Hoopee Holler. We got thesehere flying dragons that fly around during the night belching fire and eating whatever or whoever happens to get in their way. I think the Military had these dragons created as a weapon. The dragons escaped and are now on the prowl. Three barns have been burned. Two people are missing and several heads of livestock are missing.

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Apr 12, 2007
 
Honey Hush!!
"You ought to live in Hoopee Holler. We got thesehere flying dragons that fly around during the night belching fire and eating whatever or whoever happens to get in their way. I think the Military had these dragons created as a weapon. The dragons escaped and are now on the prowl. Three barns have been burned. Two people are missing and several heads of livestock are missing."

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Apr 12, 2007
 
In the adjoining community there are all sorts of odd things happening. The draw bridge over the big river rises and closes without anyone at the controls, jet planes are falling from the sky and people are running frantically to seek shelter and a safe place to hide.
The skies are burining with red, blazing clouds, the sun like a ball of fire, falling, falling, falling, to the earth. Look for your family members and get them to the mountain, it's safe there. Hurry, times runing out. My kids, I have to find my kids.....
Down at McDonald's Chris, Leigh-Anne and David are slowly munching on a number 2 special. The EBS sounds an alarm stating the sun is falling and you need to seek shelter in the mountain as calmly and quickly as you can. Hurry, but be very safe. Chris gathers up his siblings and they get into the car and speed away, heading towards the sanctuary of the mountain...

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#65
Apr 12, 2007
 
Grace Nerissa wrote:
George,
Do you know what I was thinking, well how would you?!! lol [that is an expression here] si I'll re-phrase it.
What about the possibility of if we started something here like s story that we can ALL share and be part of?
You write short stories, and the one you did already was very good.
I also write them, Valerie writes them, and a lot of people here on OFFBEAT have shown quite a flair for writing, > El, MO4, MOI, LA SUNSHINE,MARSDUST,FRANKO, as we found from our venture with the Dennis/Vee novel ...
It is great that you continue your own as I continue to post in thhe poems I wrote in the GRACEFUL THOUGHTS thread... those are separate issues andfine in their own right. but I think if we got together and started one where we could ALL become involved, it would be great fun while we are ALL involved...
I said once ... writing something like I suggested is somewhat like being in a car, each one who drives it, for that 'journey' takes it or guides it down 'his/her' path to where he wants to go; when thhe next one gets in, he drivs it off on a totally different direction.. It would be such fun! we could pick up where the last one left off and mould it in an entirely different way.
What do you and everyone else think of this idea?
I don't mean to use your own personal thread here .. but a general one, perhaps a new one, entitled something like>
"Life and times of the "Offbeat'' folk or a twist on the title> ''Where wise ones dare to TREAD '''LOL '
What do folks think of this idea?
Grace, I think we need to return to our familiar territorial threads before this one runs out of paper, room, and ink, and before this turns out to be longer then our beloved Mod Squad thread. I want it to feel like an old pair of slippers when I come home from work, and this is too much like monopolizing.

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Apr 13, 2007
 
He was born in the Fall of the year when the leaveshad turned gold; the days leading up to his birth were hushed a quiet anticipation, as if they held a secret about the arrival of someone special ... someone who would grace this world with his presence, be a comfort, a treasure a kind of gift ...

He was born mid November, the night I first saw him, I drove home from the hospital, intoxicated, only with the thought that this night marked a new dimension in my life.

Days previous, I don't know why, but I bought him multicolour tiny shoes, not knowing if he was going to be a girl or boy child.

From the start we clicked and very quickly he found a pathway to my heart that would be ever only his.

All through his baby years, he brought to my life joy after joy until I was bursting and blooming with love like a special unique flower that blooms all year round... Sometimes, he slept beside me, and in the dawn light, I would wake before him, I would study the perfection of his features, his porcelain skin the light gold of his soft hair, and at times, just looking at him gave me proof alone of God's existance..

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As he grew, he developed in many ways, another of his assets was a fine rich sense of humour, the fun times we shared will stay with me always, he many times her made me laugh, his young high spirits working on me like a magic potion..

Further into his life, the gangly awkward limbs changed as did his whole appearance only to be replaced by an extraordinarily handsome young man, with an angel's smile and a mop of rich dark curling hair... One of the gifts bestowed upon him was a natural gift for poetry.

And as I sat in the great hall, my life came full circle when I saw him, in his neatly dressed suit, his handsome looks peeping from behind a shy boy's smile, yhe cool dark curls sweeping across his forehead ...as he politelywent to collect the top prize for his poem...

That I should be so blessed, I bow my head in thanksgiving for a priceless gift in my life, he is the world to me, in all he is, in all his ways, its as if I wrote away for something really special, and he came from the angels by way of the gift.

This is the "Imagination' thread I know... but it is a reality I speak of.... This is the night of my birthday and one of the greatest gifts that ever crossed my life came in the form of him ...

My beloved Grandson...

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Apr 13, 2007
 
Grace Nerissa wrote:
He was born in the Fall of the year when the leaveshad turned gold; the days leading up to his birth were hushed a quiet anticipation, as if they held a secret about the arrival of someone special ... someone who would grace this world with his presence, be a comfort, a treasure a kind of gift ...
He was born mid November, the night I first saw him, I drove home from the hospital, intoxicated, only with the thought that this night marked a new dimension in my life.
Days previous, I don't know why, but I bought him multicolour tiny shoes, not knowing if he was going to be a girl or boy child.
From the start we clicked and very quickly he found a pathway to my heart that would be ever only his.
All through his baby years, he brought to my life joy after joy until I was bursting and blooming with love like a special unique flower that blooms all year round... Sometimes, he slept beside me, and in the dawn light, I would wake before him, I would study the perfection of his features, his porcelain skin the light gold of his soft hair, and at times, just looking at him gave me proof alone of God's existance..
.
As he grew, he developed in many ways, another of his assets was a fine rich sense of humour, the fun times we shared will stay with me always, he many times her made me laugh, his young high spirits working on me like a magic potion..
Further into his life, the gangly awkward limbs changed as did his whole appearance only to be replaced by an extraordinarily handsome young man, with an angel's smile and a mop of rich dark curling hair... One of the gifts bestowed upon him was a natural gift for poetry.
And as I sat in the great hall, my life came full circle when I saw him, in his neatly dressed suit, his handsome looks peeping from behind a shy boy's smile, yhe cool dark curls sweeping across his forehead ...as he politelywent to collect the top prize for his poem...
That I should be so blessed, I bow my head in thanksgiving for a priceless gift in my life, he is the world to me, in all he is, in all his ways, its as if I wrote away for something really special, and he came from the angels by way of the gift.
This is the "Imagination' thread I know... but it is a reality I speak of.... This is the night of my birthday and one of the greatest gifts that ever crossed my life came in the form of him ...
My beloved Grandson...
Not even glue can make this bond any tighter. How special.

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Apr 13, 2007
 
Grace Nerissa wrote:
He was born in the Fall of the year when the leaveshad turned gold; the days leading up to his birth were hushed a quiet anticipation, as if they held a secret about the arrival of someone special ... someone who would grace this world with his presence, be a comfort, a treasure a kind of gift ...
He was born mid November, the night I first saw him, I drove home from the hospital, intoxicated, only with the thought that this night marked a new dimension in my life.
Days previous, I don't know why, but I bought him multicolour tiny shoes, not knowing if he was going to be a girl or boy child.
From the start we clicked and very quickly he found a pathway to my heart that would be ever only his.
All through his baby years, he brought to my life joy after joy until I was bursting and blooming with love like a special unique flower that blooms all year round... Sometimes, he slept beside me, and in the dawn light, I would wake before him, I would study the perfection of his features, his porcelain skin the light gold of his soft hair, and at times, just looking at him gave me proof alone of God's existance..
.
As he grew, he developed in many ways, another of his assets was a fine rich sense of humour, the fun times we shared will stay with me always, he many times her made me laugh, his young high spirits working on me like a magic potion..
Further into his life, the gangly awkward limbs changed as did his whole appearance only to be replaced by an extraordinarily handsome young man, with an angel's smile and a mop of rich dark curling hair... One of the gifts bestowed upon him was a natural gift for poetry.
And as I sat in the great hall, my life came full circle when I saw him, in his neatly dressed suit, his handsome looks peeping from behind a shy boy's smile, yhe cool dark curls sweeping across his forehead ...as he politelywent to collect the top prize for his poem...
That I should be so blessed, I bow my head in thanksgiving for a priceless gift in my life, he is the world to me, in all he is, in all his ways, its as if I wrote away for something really special, and he came from the angels by way of the gift.
This is the "Imagination' thread I know... but it is a reality I speak of.... This is the night of my birthday and one of the greatest gifts that ever crossed my life came in the form of him ...
My beloved Grandson...
You are one special lady, Grace...he is a dear and always will be.

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Apr 13, 2007
 
The sugar bowl. Of all things. I don't know why she would give me that. I complained to my husband as we started the task of going through Mama's things. It had been 3 weeks--3 of the longest weeks of my life. The hospital, the late nights, the vigil, the funeral home, the cemetary and now cleaning up and throwing out.

I always hated that stupid old thing. When I was a teenager, Mama embarrass me to tears with it. It was chipped and crazed, yellowed with age. Not anything like the multitude of new sugar bowls that I was constantly getting her. From the time I was 13, I think every birthday and Christmas, I would get her a new sugarbowl. Sometimes just the sugar bowl, sometimes a whole coffee or tea set. She would always ooh and ahh over each and every one of them, move hers off the dining room table and put the new one in its place. Yet, somehow, in the days that followed, she would invariably move mine off to the side and hers would reappear, to torment me. Whenever any of my friends would come over, she always had to show them that tacky piece of crockery. And someday, she would smile, It will be passed on to my daughter, as my mother passed it on to me. I would cringe everytime. It was like a death sentence. Or a terminal disease. And someday, I'll have this albatross to deal with, that was what she was really saying. Yeth, I thought to myself, I know exactly how I'm going to deal with that stupid thing--I'll throw it out, first chance I get. Goodwill wouldn't even take it, it's that ugly.

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Apr 13, 2007
 
The day had worn on. We cleaned and tossed and sorted. The kitchen and dining room, we saved for last. Your days are numbered, I thought as I once again saw the sugar bowl sitting on the dining room, where it had resided for years, taunting me with it's chipped lid and ugly green flowers. As soon as we get to this part of the house, you're history.

Up in Mama's room, I lingered a bit. Lovingly touching her jewlery box, I opened the lid. Inside was her pearl necklace that Daddy had gotten her when he was in the service, her wedding and engagement ring, and a piece of paper. So naturally, I sat down to read.

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Apr 13, 2007
 
My darling daughter,(it read)

If you are reading this, then I must be gone. I wrote this to you not long after your father passed, and I know that now I am with him. Don't be sad. I am, of course, leaving everything to you. What you don't want, just give away or sell and use the money as you see fit. But I hope you are reading this before you have disposed of my sugar bowl.(here we go, I thought rolling my eyes)

I know you have always wondered why I prized that so highly and I suppose that I should have told you sooner, but somehow, I thought it would make more sense to you when you were grown, with children of your own.

That sugar bowl was the last piece of civilization that was given to one of your grandmothers, I believe your great, great, great, great, great grandmother Jane. She married in upstate New York right after the Revolutionary War. She and her new husband were off to the wilderness of what was, at that time, the Western Frontier. They moved by wagon to Michigan. Before she left that day, her mother gave her the sugar bowl from her set of china. This china set had come over from England when the family came to America. Anyway, her mother wanted her to have a piece of civilization with her as she began her new life on the frontier.

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Apr 13, 2007
 
Since that day, this sugar bowl was passed from mother to daughter. No matter what the women in our family had to endure--births, deaths, Indian attacks, wars, floods, famine and countless other hardships they held onto that sugar bowl. My mother told me that every woman that has owneed it put a bit of her determination, spirit, drive, and just pure cussedness into this bowl. Then, there was always some of that spirit and drive to take out to see her and her family through any time of hardship that they might be facing.

So, my daughter, I give you our sugar bowl filled with hopes, dreams, desires, and determination of generations of our women. Always remember where you came from and it will help you get to where you want to go.

I love you
Mama

Wiping the tears from my eyes, at that moment nothing seemed more important to me than to take my sugar bowl home to its new place of honor on my dining room table.

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Apr 13, 2007
 
Sorry guys, it doesn't look like the first post in my little story took. The back ground is a daughter cleaning out her mother's house after her death, and dealing with unresolved feelings that she has in regard to one of her mother's prized possessions.

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Apr 13, 2007
 
Hitesrunprincess wrote:
Sorry guys, it doesn't look like the first post in my little story took. The back ground is a daughter cleaning out her mother's house after her death, and dealing with unresolved feelings that she has in regard to one of her mother's prized possessions.
Disregard please--it finally showed up.

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#75
Apr 13, 2007
 
I was there helping you pack in this story. It brings back memories of packing daddy's things and then mama's. It wasn't as bad as packing daddy's things after he died but it's an entirely different story going through mama's things. So sad.

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Apr 13, 2007
 
Mommy of four wrote:
I was there helping you pack in this story. It brings back memories of packing daddy's things and then mama's. It wasn't as bad as packing daddy's things after he died but it's an entirely different story going through mama's things. So sad.
Thanks, loosely based on the sugar bowl on Momma's sideboard.

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Apr 14, 2007
 
Hitesrunprincess,

Thank you, that was a wonderful memorable piece you wrote and I think it touched memories in us all.

You really brought it to life and it was a pleasure to read.

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Apr 14, 2007
 
Grace Nerissa wrote:
Hitesrunprincess,
Thank you, that was a wonderful memorable piece you wrote and I think it touched memories in us all.
You really brought it to life and it was a pleasure to read.
Thanks, I usually don't let people see the 'real' me. So I was kind of nervous about posting. Thanks again.

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Apr 14, 2007
 
Grace Nerissa wrote:
He was born in the Fall of the year when the leaveshad turned gold; the days leading up to his birth were hushed a quiet anticipation, as if they held a secret about the arrival of someone special ... someone who would grace this world with his presence, be a comfort, a treasure a kind of gift ...
He was born mid November, the night I first saw him, I drove home from the hospital, intoxicated, only with the thought that this night marked a new dimension in my life.
Days previous, I don't know why, but I bought him multicolour tiny shoes, not knowing if he was going to be a girl or boy child.
From the start we clicked and very quickly he found a pathway to my heart that would be ever only his.
All through his baby years, he brought to my life joy after joy until I was bursting and blooming with love like a special unique flower that blooms all year round... Sometimes, he slept beside me, and in the dawn light, I would wake before him, I would study the perfection of his features, his porcelain skin the light gold of his soft hair, and at times, just looking at him gave me proof alone of God's existance..
.
As he grew, he developed in many ways, another of his assets was a fine rich sense of humour, the fun times we shared will stay with me always, he many times her made me laugh, his young high spirits working on me like a magic potion..
Further into his life, the gangly awkward limbs changed as did his whole appearance only to be replaced by an extraordinarily handsome young man, with an angel's smile and a mop of rich dark curling hair... One of the gifts bestowed upon him was a natural gift for poetry.
And as I sat in the great hall, my life came full circle when I saw him, in his neatly dressed suit, his handsome looks peeping from behind a shy boy's smile, yhe cool dark curls sweeping across his forehead ...as he politelywent to collect the top prize for his poem...
That I should be so blessed, I bow my head in thanksgiving for a priceless gift in my life, he is the world to me, in all he is, in all his ways, its as if I wrote away for something really special, and he came from the angels by way of the gift.
This is the "Imagination' thread I know... but it is a reality I speak of.... This is the night of my birthday and one of the greatest gifts that ever crossed my life came in the form of him ...
My beloved Grandson...
What a beautiful and wondrous thing! You make me so excited about my little Allison and the adventures we will share! I feel like the love is going to burst my chest! She is only 8 months old now, yet already I can see the incredible little personality emerging from this strange little baby! I never knew I could be, and feel, so deeply! Is it time, or maturation?---Why didn't I realize all these things when I was a young mother? Was I too busy? I never thought changing diapers was fun, until now! God Bless you Grace and your pride and joy, your grandson. I hope you had a great birthday!

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Apr 14, 2007
 
Hitesrunprincess wrote:
Sorry guys, it doesn't look like the first post in my little story took. The back ground is a daughter cleaning out her mother's house after her death, and dealing with unresolved feelings that she has in regard to one of her mother's prized possessions.
What an awesome story! Strange, how moments of growth sneak up on us like that! I thoroughly enjoyed the read, it almost brought tears to my eyes.

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