Time, vanished in the Mist

Time, vanished in the Mist


Its two whole years since Mom has passed,

That time has gone, vanished in the mist.

Why is it time, sometimes drags,

And other times its just zooms in a blink.



There isn’t a day that goes by and we reflect,

About Her and I know she is fine.

I wonder if She looks in on us, She must,

To see how we are doing.?., always caring.



The mantle on the fireplace is now full,

Of pictures of relatives that have passed on.

I am having a solitary memorial in this room,

Might as well, I can toast them, they are all here.



The pictures are positioned, Elders first,

Not in any unique order, just placed by Families.

There is Great-Grandma, Great-Grandpa, all special,

There funny stories still retold time and again.



Then Grandma and Grandpa, they are still fresh in mind,

Time has slowly eased the pain of their departure, slightly.

But a small twinge pokes your heart when you gaze,

At their pictures, smiling, twinkles in the eyes, eternal, now.



What disbelief that so much time has crept away,

Where has it gone, just like its yesterday.

The words, that echo, “I can’t believe they have gone”,

As you sip to their memory, “here’s to you all”.



You, finish looking at the pictures, your lineage ,

You sit and gaze from a comfortable chair.

Content, to sip and remember them, your folks,

When you were small, then they grew old, mellows you.



Soon, your drink is done, they are properly respected,

You say a prayer for them and hum a special song.

Soon, the warmth of the alcohol, makes you drowsy,

You nod, fall into a restful sleep, into Dreams, from somewhere.



Its, been two years since Mom has passed,

That time has vanished in the mist.

Bruce Nuckowski

2012


The Thrill of Living

To watch the sun set in the west

Without regretting;

To hail its advent in the east-

The night forgetting

To touch the cup with eager lips

And taste, not drain it;

To woo and tempt and court a bliss

And not attain it;

To fondle and caress a joy, yet

Hold it lightly;

Lest it become necessity and cling

Too tightly;

To smother care in happiness and

Grief in laughter;

To hold the present close – not

Questioning hereafter;

To have enough to share – to

know the joy of giving;

to thrill with all the sweets of

life – is living.


We miss you,Mom.



This women’s lovely face.

As I was looking for a piece of paper to do with my passport app and a picture fell into my lap. The picture ended face up and I gazed at this women’s lovely face and I wondered whom she was.

Slowly I turned the picture over as our eyes seemed to be fixed in a stare that I can call curious, why are you here.? Then I read her name, it’s the same name as my wife’s name.

How could this be, was it indeed the Grandmother I heard about for over 45 years.

I called out and asked if the name meant I had found the long lost picture of Grandma on her fathers side.? Well. that was a sudden change in plans, my quest was to find out whom I had found. Suddenly that little file cabinet had a lot traffic.

Sure enough after a few moments it was verified that indeed this picture was of her and nobody knew where it came from. I had an idea so I voiced it and it was for me to search and report back and everyone went back to the important stuff of the day.

So, to make a short story, this picture was in a box that came from her Dads estate along with a Family bible full of dates of marriages, births and deaths. And it was put in the steel filing cabinet to be sorted thru later. So, its now years later, this picture had worked its self to the top the pile and made its appearance.

This picture along with some other cards was sealed in a zip locked bag, so how did it get out.? , did someone look thru the pictures and forget to reseal it?. Who knows, but in this bag were other pictures of people that are related thru marriage and many post cards.

Cards were cheaper than paper letters so these were sent more often. These cards were from 1900’s and the postage was 1 cent and not much of an address, but they got thru.

If fact some these cards were please read and write back letters and poems.

I sorted thru them and placed them in a photo album and then all can see them and they were protected. For the age of them these are in “mint” condition. Luckily, Grandpa wrote on the back of the cards so you knew whom the picture was of and then you marvel at the person.

A lot of history, soldiers from the WW 1, early Canadian farmers, young children, babies all unknown and now mostly forgotten and no body to continue the search of the ancestry, for now, maybe somebody later. The majority of these people are deceased and all there is, are pictures and letters. The Grandkids are in their 60’s, so what’s the chance they might have an interest.?.

p.s. this has started a Family search thru history and from these two names the list includes over 70 names of different people that we are related thru marriage and relationships. The stories that I have learned about can fill another 300 page book,easily.

Thank you, you are not forgotten.!!

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School Days 1961-London,Ontario




School Days 1961
Holy Rosary Catholic School
London,Ontario
Some, but not all seem to be having fun.!
Bittersweet?

 

Every time as I gaze at this picture I forget more of whom you are.
But, it was a good year, for some than others and I hope, it got better for you. 

All of you should be Grandparents by now,
with a few notable expections of course.

 I was sweet on most the girls in my class,(I bet you are still as beautiful) ,but I am sure you had  boy friends,such is life.

I salute you people for fond memories and laughs,
this is one of many milestones for the rest of your life.

Thank you all.

wait I have a , p.s for you,
when you stare long enough, a thought come to mind.

P.S.,

I found a old picture from public school and as I was looking at all those kids in their final year of care free living as a kid and taking a step into their own future, my mind began to turn and generate all kinds of scenarios that they could have chosen or befallen them in the next 50 years.

Of course I am in this picture as well and you know I feel like an ageless wizard, as I look at these faces I see their life’s flash before my eyes. I know everything about them, all the joys, the achievements, the sadness and in some cases some of them pass before their time as their faces fade away from view while others remain.

 I get this theory from my life as it has unfolded and developed and so using this same analogy I presume they had similar paths. And if I have offened anyone, I am sorry,its a story.

As I gaze at all these fresh young faces I wonder,

Definitely, you have been thru a lot ,

and now some of you have your grandchildren in your custody.

You are separated from your spouse,

You are remarried and a new set of kids,

Your spouse is still your best friend,

You and your spouse lead separate lives, my money,your money,

You are living alone, and happy about,

You are living alone and not happy,

You feast like a king or queen,

You eat like a hobo,

You are living in group home,

you are living with your kids,

your kids and their kids are living with you,(because you need each other),

you are living with your parents and caring for them,

your parents are living and caring for you, (happens), of course,

you are candidate for a nursing home,

you are on welfare or supported income,

you have a winter home and go there for 6 months,

you haven’t retired, you work at a fast food place,

you are retired and own half of your home town,

you drive a exclusive SUV its new and its black or white,

or you drive a heap, its older and rusting,

or you don’t own a car, even better,

your kids don’t care about you and you don’t care a shit about them,

your best friend is the pet cat or dog,

you love your grandchildren, no conditions,

you are glad to be alive and still able face each day with a smile

what you did all night, takes all night to do and in your dreams,.

you will drink a glass of wine and enjoy it for its character, at any time..

You enjoy watching the BBQ shows on YouTube ,……well, stretching ??

You are glad about all lot of things, especially, that you can write this to share.

Thanks, call you later,

Bruce the Moose.

The [yellow tail] Wine Orchestra Players

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WHY WEAR A POPPY?

"Please wear a poppy", the lady said,

And held one forth, but I shook my head

Then I stopped and watched as she offered them there,

And her face was old and lined with care;



"But beneath the scars the years had made

There remained a smile that refused to fade.

A boy came whistling down the street,

Bouncing along on carefree feet.



"His smile was full of joy and fun,

"Lady" said he, "may I have one?"

When she pinned it on, he turned to say:

"Why do we wear a poppy to-day ?"



"The lady smiled in her wistful way,

And answered: "This is Remembrance Day,

"And the poppy there is a symbol for

The gallant men who died in the war. "



"And because they did, you and I are free;

That's why we wear a poppy you see.

I had a boy about your size,

With golden hair and big blue eyes.



"He loved to play and jump and shout,

Free as a bird, he would race about .

As the years went by, he learned and grew,

And became a man - as you will too. "



"He was fine and strong, with a boyish smile,

But he'd seemed with us such a little while

When war broke out and he went away.

I still remember his face that day.



"When he smiled at me and said good-bye.

'I'll be back soon, Mum, so please don't cry.'

But the war went on and he had to stay

And all l could do was wait and pray.



"His letters told us of the awful fight

,(I can see it in my dreams at night),

With the tanks and guns and cruel barbed wire,

And the mines and the bullets, the bombs and the fire."



"That sure did sound like an awful fight,

But your son - did he come back alright?"

A tear rolled down each faded cheek;

She shook her head but didn't speak .



"I slunk away in a sort of shame,

And if you were with me, you'd have done the same;

For our thanks, in giving is aft delayed,

Though our freedom was bought - and thousands paid !



"And so, when we see a poppy worn,

Let us reflect on the burden borne

By those who gave their very all

When asked to answer their country's call

That we at home in peace might live.

Then wear a poppy ! - and give !



Please wear a poppy, it says: “Well done.”



Why Wear A Poppy by Don Crawford



Handwritten in pencil, and on two sheets of foolscap, Don Crawford turned this poem in to the, The Perth Courier one morning in the early 1960s, where it first saw print a few days later.

For the next several years, and by means unknown, “Why Wear A Poppy” appeared in nearly every weekly newspaper and magazine, including LEGION, in Canada at Remembrance time, as well as foreign publications like Australia’s Anzac Appeal and Scotland’s Claymore magazine, copies of the same being sent to him.

Some years ago, Dominion Command of The Royal Canadian Legion, produced it on slides and tape for television and radio. Schools have used it extensively for their Remembrance programs.


 Donald J. Crawford died in hospital at Perth on Saturday, October 7, 2000.

All gave some,some gave all.
We Thank you.!!

How to make many pierogi.

Hi Folks: comfort food for you all and the cool weather,what a way to spend a day.!! And when its all done and you all are eating them,.......,does it get any better than this?. No sir, take pictures,share and do it again.

How to make pierogi.

Industrial Bicycles from Worksman Cycles

Industrial Bicycles from Worksman Cycles

They still make them like they used too.!!

Blood pressure meds are totally worthless.

Blood pressure meds are totally worthless

Yes, folks its true, there are people that can do without them, if they try other ways to treat themselves. Meds aren' the answer for all of us.

Patriotic Retirement Plan

I think this could work


Dear Mr. Harper,

Please find below our suggestion for fixing Canada 's economy.

Instead of giving billions of dollars to banks that will squander the money on lavish parties and unearned bonuses, use the following plan.

You can call it the Patriotic Retirement Plan:

There are about 10 million people over 50 in the work force.

Pay them 1 million dollars each severance for early retirement with the following stipulations:



1) They MUST retire.

Ten million job openings - unemployment fixed



2) They MUST buy a new car.

Ten million cars ordered - Car Industry fixed



3) They MUST either buy a house or pay off their mortgage -

Housing Crisis fixed



4) They MUST send their kids to school/college/university -

Crime rate fixed



5) They MUST buy $50 WORTH of alcohol/tobacco a week .....

And there's your money back in duty/tax etc



It can't get any easier than that!



P.S. If more money is needed, have all members of parliament pay back their falsely claimed expenses and second home allowances



If you think this would work, please forward to everyone you know.



Also..

How about putting the very elderly pensioners in jail and the criminals in a nursing home..

That way the pensioners would have access to showers, hobbies and walks. They'd receive unlimited free prescriptions, dental and medical treatment, wheel chairs etc and they'd receive money instead of paying it out.

They would have constant video monitoring, so they could be helped instantly, if they fell, or needed assistance.

Bedding would be washed twice a week, and all clothing would be ironed and returned to them.

A guard would check on them every 20 minutes and bring their meals and snacks to their cell.


They would have family visits in a suite built for that purpose.


They would have access to a library, weight room, spiritual counseling, pool and education.


Simple clothing, shoes, slippers, PJ's and legal aid would be free, on request.


Private, secure rooms for all, with an exercise outdoor yard, with gardens.

Each senior could have a PC, a TV, radio and daily phone calls.


There would be a board of directors to hear complaints, and the guards would have a code of conduct that would be strictly adhered to.


The criminals would get cold food, be left all alone and unsupervised. Lights off at 8pm, and showers once a week. Live in a tiny room and pay $300.00 per week and with little hope of ever getting out.

More points of contention: [Think about this...]

COWS:

Is it just me, or does anyone else find it amazing that during the mad cow epidemic our government could track a single cow, born in Alberta years ago, right to the stall where she slept in the barn?

And, they even tracked her calves to their stalls. But they are unable to locate 125,000 illegal immigrants wandering around our country. Maybe we should give each of them a cow.

I wonder if the cows had tracking chips implanted under the skin???.

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We like it, its a good plan.
We can go and have fun,well one of us,might.