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Archive for April, 2008

Quote on books

Saturday, April 19th, 2008

(Originally published by Nattie on November 20, 2003)

The instruction we find in books is like fire. We fetch it from our neighbours, kindle it at home, communicate it to others, and it becomes the property of all.–Voltaire, philosopher and writer (1694- 1778)

Copyright Natalie Rose York

steppin’ on my “soapbox”

Friday, April 18th, 2008

(Originally published by Nattie on August 11, 2003)
I got an email saying something to the effect that the person was sorry to hear that a Christian was battling depression. Maybe they didn’t mean it the way I am taking it, but in essence it sounds as though they think Christians shouldn’t get depressed. Hmmm.

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For a laugh

Thursday, April 17th, 2008

(Originally published by Nattie on November 19, 2003)
I’m rushing around packing, and asked the kids to pack their own “pack-packs,” which is Jonathan-ese for backpack. I just got a moment to sit down and see what they packed in their bags…

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thoughts on gratitude

Wednesday, April 16th, 2008

(Originally published by Nattie on November 18, 2003)
~”God has given us two hands, one to receive with and the other to give with.”–Billy Graham
~”Gratitude is not only the memory but the homage of the heart rendered to God for his goodness.”-—N.P. Willis

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ignorance is bliss

Tuesday, April 15th, 2008

(Originally published by Nattie on November 17, 2003)
y’all may have noticed I’m not blogging much. Well, I’m blogging, but I’m not saying much when I blog. I’m using others’ words or am writing short concise entries. I mentioned a while back that I’m an onion.

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sleep seems so far away

Monday, April 14th, 2008

(Originally published by Nattie on November 17, 2003)

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep.–Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”

Copyright Natalie Rose York

weekend highlights

Saturday, April 12th, 2008

(Originally published by Nattie on November 16, 2003)
~ no kids
~ new bra
~ no kids
~ read A Week In Winter
~ no kids
~ read Angels Watching Over Me
~ no kids
~ no kids
~ no kids
Copyright Natalie Rose York

writers…

Friday, April 11th, 2008

(Originally published by Nattie on November 15, 2003)

The trouble is that most people think that writers are only at work when they have a pen in their hands or they’re sitting at a word processor but it isn’t true. It goes on and on in their minds and they become withdrawn and preoccupied and touchy if they’re distracted. ~ Marcia Willett from A Week In Winter

Copyright Natalie Rose York

I could sit here all day…

Thursday, April 10th, 2008

waiting for inspiration, but I doubt that there is any other way to say it.
Natalie and Wes were married ten years ago today in Las Vegas.
Recognizing anything about which to be happy is difficult at times such as these, but we continue to be uplifted by your regular visits and comments. I want each of you, individually, to know that we appreciate your support beyond our ability to express.
Hugs.

I’ve seen this before

Thursday, April 10th, 2008

(Originally published by Nattie on November 15, 2003)
…but it seemed very appropriate after I spent a day hustling…
“Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth
empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
hang out the washing and butter the bread,
sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(lullaby, rock-a-bye, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peek-a-boo).
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
and out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
but I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rock-a-bye, lullaby loo).
The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
for children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs, Dust go to sleep.
I’m nursing my baby and babies don’t keep.”
by Ruth Hurlburt Hamilton
Thank you, Melissa, for the reminder.
Copyright Natalie Rose York