Here is my encounter with the other ppl on the other side , My Daughter Deena, and I was sitting on the porch a couple of months ago, I like to watch the birds, trees, lake sky. so I 'm sitting there looking at the sky and there are two clouds pretty close together and I am looking at them and Deena was standing to my left side, I see two clouds one is a little smaller than the other,  I point them out to Deena she is looking for a few minutes and they completely disappear, and I said to her did you see that, and just as quickly as they disappeared they come back in a different place. we both had a hard time realizing what we had just seen, Then as quick as they came they disappeared....like poof! It was so weird I had a hard time believing I had seen what I had just seen. Even days later I had to ask Deena if we had actually seen it happening like that.This was like March or April.  of 2023

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                                             Around the Corner

Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end.
Yet days go by and weeks rush on.

And before I know it a year is gone.
And I never see my old friend's face
For life is a swift and terrible race.
He knows I like him just as well
As in the days when I rang his bell
And he rang mine, we were younger then
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired with playing a foolish game
Tired with trying to make a name.
Tomorrow I say, "I will call on Jim,
But tomorrow comes...... and tomorrow goes,
And the distance between us grows and grows,
Around the corner ... yet miles away...
"Here's a telegram, Sir."
"Jim died today."
And that's what we get... and deserve in the end...
Around the corner,  a vanished friend.

Author Unknown

This was was given to me by a dear friend who has since passed away
Thank you Clay Grant ... I have had this for many years since you gave it to me, you will never be forgotten,  and I wanted to share it with my friends.

My Little Wild Bird

                                     My Little Wild Bird

              Here's the story of my little wild bird and how he came to be with me.

One day Bobby and I were at Sam's Wholesale and we had been shopping, and just about the time 

Bobby got the flatbed unloaded into the car ..We could hear this bird just chattering on and on, I said boy oh boy that bird sure is noisy.  Well lo and behold here comes the little fella, flies down,

lands on the flat bed, Bobby reaches down to pet it and it jumps up on his hand.  Bobby tried to 

get a couple of people take it home since it was a really young baby. No one wanted it so Bobby 

took it over in the bushes and left it and as he turned around to come back to the car I said it 

isn't going to work, he says why, I said look behind you ... the little guy was hopping right behind him

              We decided to bring him home with us. The little guy acted like he was starving to death, so

I gave him half of a grape I had bought earlier, he ate and ate as hard as he could all the way back to 

the house.  I put him in a little cage and he was happy, I had plans of letting him go after he had 

reached maturity but he had a damaged wing so I was worried that he wouldn't be able to make it out 

in the wild.  Oh Yes.... we named him Sammy Joe due to finding him at Sam's.

             I took his cage out and hung him out on a tie on the porch everyday when the weather 

permitted, but then one day I didn't get him hung up good, the cage fell and he hit the ground, and 

away he went.

I was really upset but I thought that must have been the way it was suppose to be and now I don't 

have to make the decision whether to let him go or not. 

            I left his cage out with the door open, hoping he would come back at least to eat, but nowhere 

did I see him for the rest of the day, so I figured he was gone for good.

            The phone rang the next day and it was Mary, my neighbor that lives about a mile away, calls 

me and says ... do you still have Sammy Joe?  So I told her the story of me dropping him and him 

flying away.  She told me that her neighbor was out in the yard and this little bird came and sat on his 

arm and wouldn't go away. He didn't like all kinds of crazy animals so he took the little bird over to 

Mary because he knew she took in all kinds of strays.  She says to me " I think I have him right here."

I will bring him right down and you can see if it is him or not.  Here she comes and sure enough it 

was little Sammy Joe, that made my decision of whether he needed to be turned loose into the wild or 

not. The Little guy was all beat up, he had a hole in his back, some of his feathers was missing, and 

he was totally worn out.  

           He slept all day long,  he didn't sing for a week ( I forgot to mention that he has the most 

beautiful song that he sings every day) but now he is back to his old self and I have him on a more 

secure hook, he visits with the other birds when they come to eat out of the bird feeder.  Also the 

humming birds come up to his cage and look at him really close, it is funny to watch. 

That is the story of my little Wild Bird!!

The Ghosts where I have lived.

                                                        GHOSTS I HAVE LIVED WITH



From the time I was just a small child, to now, I have lived with ghosts, or you might say they lived with me. I am not sure what the procedure is, do they move in with you or do they just move with you as you move along. I am thinking they live in the houses at least some of them. Others just tag along with you.

In the old house where I grew up, there lived more than one, one lived in the basement, he (it was a Male) stayed out of the way and didn't like for anyone to get in his space if you went down in into the basement he lived in the back part and you had to walk past that area to get to the front where the light string was hanging, I could always feel him right behind me hovering over me all the way. Then you had to retrace your steps to get back up the stairs to the kitchen. It was always a frightening experience.

   Then there was the ones that lived in the upstairs, it seemed like to me that I was the only one that they bothered, I never did feel whether this one was male or female, but anytime I went upstairs alone he/she would try to get a hold on me and when I got to the stairs I probably fell down them as many times as I walked down them. I have talked to my nieces (my brother moved there in the 1960's) since then and they agreed with me on all the little happenings that go on in that house.

                                            MY HOUSE IN COAL GROVE

I moved to Coal Grove in 1964, my Mom and Dad had moved to this house after they sold the one at Rock Camp to my brother. I am not sure how long they lived there but my husband (at the time)and I  bought it from Mom after Daddy's passing, and her and Susan moved next door. All was quiet for a time, not speaking of all the fights my husband and I had, in 1969 my husband and I separated an he moved to California with his Mom, I was lying in bed one night (the same room where my Dad died) trying to figure out how I was going to take care of 3 little kids and keep a roof over their heads, and something told me to open my eyes an at the foot of my bed, there stood my Daddy with his suit and dress hat on, looking at me with much concern on his face. It scared me so bad I didn't know what to do, I shut my eyes as tight as I could and laid there thinking ... oh my .... oh my ... I know my Dad is not alive what am I going to do if I open my eyes again and he is there ..... after about 15 minutes I uncovered my head and opened my eyes and he was gone. I never saw him again.  I ask my card reader Marvin why he never came back to visit me again and he said he knew how bad it scared me and didn't want to scare me again. That sounded like my Daddy!

                                         MY FIRST HOUSE AT SUMMITT, KY

One night the kids and I were alone in the den of our house and I heard what sounded like a plate or bowl fall and waller to the hard floor, there were only 2 without carpet in the house, the kitchen and the bathroom. Of course, no one ever locked their doors until bedtime. Since I was such a scarcity cat, I ask Tammy to go see what fell,  she came back and said I didn't see anything, but I was glad when Jr finally got home.  Then my son Bobby slept down in an area partitioned off in the den, I got to noticing every morning he would be asleep on the couch in the living room, so I ask him why he was sleeping upstairs, and he told me that he couldn't sleep very well cause something kept scratching on the wall behind his bed, well the wall was all underground.  Also, my little dog wouldn't go down the stairs to the laundry room with me or in the den, she would sit on the landing and watch but wouldn't come down the stairs. One day my husband and I were sitting at the table in the kitchen and someone opened the front door and hollered is anyone at home, my husband said come on in Bill, we are in the kitchen, we waited for a few minutes and no one came into the kitchen, I got up and went in the living room and there was no one there, I also looked out the living room window, no one was on the driveway or going down the road, that was a mystery.

We kind of abandoned the downstairs and sold the house not to long after that, the people that bought it never turned the den light out at night. I never mentioned it to them, but I thought it was strange that the light was always on. 

Springtime

                                              Springtime

Springtime is my favorite time of the year, everything is fresh, pretty green, flowers blooming, birds chirping, and squirrels playing (grrrr) The wind blows in your face and makes you feel all brand new again. It is time to evaluate all the damage the freezing winter has done to the flowers and plants. I believe my orange trees are a past thing for me, since two years in a row they got hit pretty hard with the freeze. My huge grapefruit tree got frozen back last winter, and all I have left is a bush, so I am thinking "It Is What It Is" (an inside joke).

My flowering bushes already have blossoms on them, and are looking beautiful. The grass is starting to turn green, and grow. This is my time of the year.

                                            Summertime in Florida

This isn't my favorite time of the year, It gets very hot and hardly ever rains,  there are these crappy bugs that bite, up north they are called Deer flies, in FLORIDA they are called yellow flies, and they bite and make the worst itching ever, swelling, sometimes even requires a Doctors visit for allergy medicine. Now the flowers and especially the roses are wonderful, my Peachtree starts blooming in early spring and the peaches are all ripe now. They are and were very juicy and tasty. The Wood Pecker is now in charge of the remaining fruit. We have a pair of Bluebirds nesting in the little house, I sure hope the cats leave them alone. They are very aggressive with anything that gets close, they do a lot of dive-bombing at anything that gets close to their area. 

The Thoughts in the head of an Aged Man

CRABBY OLD MAN

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in North Platte , Nebraska , it was believed that he had nothing left of any value

Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They found this poem . Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital

One nurse took her copy to Missouri . The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health.. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.


Crabby Old Man

What do you see nurses? . . What do you see?
What are you thinking . . . . . when you're looking at me?
A crabby old man, . ... .. not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . .. . . . . . with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food . . .. . . . . and makes no reply .
When you say in a loud voice .. . . . .. 'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . ... . the things that you do .
And forever is losing . . . . .. . . . . . A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not . . . . . . .. . . lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . you're not looking at me .

I'll tell you who I am . As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, . . . . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten ... . . . . . with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters . . . ... . . . . . who love one another.

A young boy of Sixteen . . with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . . .. .. . . a lover he'll meet..
A groom soon at Twenty . my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows . . . . .. . that I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . . . . I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . . . . .. . . . .. My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . . . . . . With ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons .. . have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me . . . . . . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . . . . My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me . . my wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . .. . . . . . . shudder with dread..
For my young are all rearing . . . . . .. young of their own.
And I think of the years . . .. and the love that I've known.

I'm now an old man . . . . . .. .. . . and nature is cruel.
Tis jest to make old age . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. . . . . . . grace and vigor, depart..
There is now a stone . . . .. . . . where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass . . a young guy still dwells,
And now and again . . . .. . . . my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys . . . . . . . . .. I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . .. . . . . life over again.

I think of the years, all too few . . . . . gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . . . .. that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people . . . . . . . . open and see.
Not a crabby old man. Look closer . . . see ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within . . . . we will all, one day, be there, too!

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By: Keith A. Wells Sr.

This is my little Willow Jean one of the prettiest Yorkies you will ever see. She is one of Princess' babies her Sire is William Benjamin both Mom and Dad are champion sired.