This page is for My Mom.

I Love You


This page will also become my Mother's Day page.  I hope you all find something here to smile at, to make you think a bit & to realize how important we all are to each other, especially family.

Mom left us on my birthday.
She had been suffering from lung & bone cancer.
I thank our Creator for ending her pain & bringing her peace.
Mom, I love you, & I always will.


This page is intended to make you think, but also for smiles & laughter.  Life's tough enough!  We all need an occasional smile!

This is a great little story...
Ever been there?
          A man observed a woman in the grocery store with a three year old girl in her basket.  As they passed the cookie section, the child asked for cookies and her mother told her "no."  The little girl immediately began to whine and fuss, and the mother said quietly, "Now Ellen, we just have half of the aisles left to go through, don't be upset.  It won't be long."
          He passed the Mother again in the candy aisle.  Of course, the little girl began to shout for candy.  When she was told she couldn't have any, she began to cry.
          The mother said, "There, there, Ellen, don't cry.  Only two more aisles to go, and then we'll be checking out."
          The man again happened to be behind the pair at the check-out, where the little girl immediately began to clamor for gum and burst into a terrible tantrum upon discovering there would be no gum purchased today.
          The mother patiently said, "Ellen, we'll be through this check out stand in five minutes, and then you can go home and have a nice nap."
          The man followed them out to the parking lot and stopped the woman to compliment her.
          "I couldn't help noticing how patient you were with little Ellen..."
          The mother broke in, "My little girl's name is Tammy...  I'm Ellen."


Then there are always Marbles & other important stuff...
          The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings.  Perhaps it's the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it's the unbounded joy of not having to be at work.  Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable.
          A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the basement with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other.  What began as a typical Saturday morning, turned into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time.  Let me tell you about it.
          I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my ham radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net.  Along the way, I came across an older sounding chap, with a tremendous signal and a golden voice.  You know the kind.  He sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business.  He was telling whomever he was talking with something about "a thousand marbles."  I was intrigued and stopped to listen to what he had to say...

          "Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you're busy with your job.  I'm sure they pay you well but it's a shame you have to be away from home and your family so much.  Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet.  Too bad you missed your daughter's dance recital.
          He continued, "Let me tell you something Tom, something that has helped me keep a good perspective on my own priorities."
          And that's when he began to explain his theory of a "thousand marbles."
          "You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic.  The average person lives about seventy-five years.  I know, some live more and some live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years.  Now then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3900, which is the number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire lifetime.  Now, stick with me, Tom.  I'm getting to the important part.  It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all this in any detail".  He went on, "and by that time I had lived through over twenty-eight hundred Saturdays.  I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five, I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy.  So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had.  I ended up having to visit three toy stores to round up 1000 marbles.  I took them home and put them inside of a large, clear plastic container.  Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it away.  I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focus more on the really important things in life.  It sure has helped me get my priorities straight."
          "Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign-off with you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast.  This morning, I took the very last marble out of the container.  I figure that if I make it until next Saturday then I have been given a little extra time.  And the one thing we can all use is a little more time."
          "It was nice to meet you Tom.  I hope you spend more time with your family, and I hope to meet you again here on the band.  75 year Old Man, this is K9NZQ, clear and going QRT, good morning!"

          You could have heard a pin drop on the band when this fellow signed off.  I guess he gave us all a lot to think about.  I had planned to work on the antenna that morning, and then I was going to meet up with a few hams to work on the next club newsletter.  Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss.  "C'mon honey, I'm taking you and the kids to breakfast."
          "What brought this on?" she asked with a smile.
          "Oh, nothing special, it's just been a long time since we spent Saturday together with the kids.  Hey, can we stop at a toy store while we're out?  I need to buy some marbles...


          These buttons will take you to other pages & poems.  Some I made myself from things I found or that people sent me.  Some are links to other peoples pages that I thought were great & I wanted to share.  If you see something that is yours or you know who the author is, please e-mail me so I can remove it or place a credit. Thanks!



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