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I can say with confidence that no man, however mature, ever loved reading for its own sake more than I. I did not read because of any particular urge for learning, or to merely pass the time, or to escape the realities of life. I read simply because I loved reading for its own sake alone. The printed page was like wine to me.



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I bask in the glory of my grandchildren… I can’t believe that I’m actually a grandmother. Help! Makes me seem so old, but I’m not really… am I?

This time next week …. yeah …. I will be kissing and cuddling little Moriah. I look at these pics and Boaz is just like Jon was as a little one and, according to Bridgitte, Moriah could be her double as a baby.

If I am lucky I shall have room for about two skirts and tops in my case as my house has been taken over by gifts for them… everyone is so thoughtful and generous.

Taken from Chicken Soup for the Jewish Soul: A story to open the heart and rekindle the spirit

We Are All Jews Now

Viewed from high on the Rimrock cliffs that run along the northern edge of Billings, Montana, the city presents an attractive sight, a thriving metropolis nestling within the great open spaces of the American West. Citizens of Billings say it’s a good, civilized place to live. They pride themselves on the quality of their schools and their strong family values.

So it came as a shock when in November 1995 a series of hate crimes took place against minority groups in the city.

Whoever was responsible for these acts must have thought their victims were easy targets. The town is predominantly white; Native Americans, African Americans and Jews are a small percentage of the population. There are just enough of them to frighten and harass – so the haters thought.

They mounted a series of nasty attacks. Graves were overturned and desecrated in a Jewish cemetery. Offensive words and swastikas scrawled on the house of a Native American woman. People worshipping at a black church intimidated. A brick thrown through the window of a Jewish child displaying a menorah.

But the white supremacists, or whoever they were, did not reckon on the citizens of Billings who had an answer for them. It was not what the hatemongers were expecting. An alliance was quickly formed, spearheaded by churches, labour unions, the media and hundreds of the local people.

The results were dramatic. Attendance at the black church rose. People of many ethnic backgrounds and faiths attended services there. Their message was clear, “We may be all different, but we are one also. Threaten any one of us and you threaten us all.”

A similar spirit propelled volunteers to come together and repaint the house of Dawn Fast Horse, the Native American woman. Dawn awoke one morning to see her house defaced and by the evening two hundred people showed up to help and repaint the house.

When it came to the incident of the brick, an interfaith group had a creative idea from the example of the Danes during WWII. When the nazis tried to round up Danish Jews into concentration camps for subsequent extermination, the Danish people, within two weeks, transported almost every Danish Jew to safety in Sweden until the end of the war.

The people of Billings organized a campaign. Everyone joined in, including the local newspaper which printed a Channukah page, including a full representation of a menorah. Thousands of Billings residents cut out the paper menorah and displayed it in their windows. By late December driving through the town was a remarkable experience. Almost 10,000 people were displaying those paper menorahs in their windows throughout the eight days of Channukah.

It was an awesome response to the hatemongers, saying with one collective voice, “We are all Jews now.”

These events inspired a national movement called “Not in Our Town.” That Jewish child who had so innocently displayed her menorah in the window, helped set in motion a chain of events that affirmed all over America the liberating principle of unity in diversity.

If only this message could be spread throughout the whole wide world. Have a lovely weekend everyone, a lovely long bank holiday weekend to my fellow Brits and Shabbat Shalom to my fellow Jews.

Disposable

Posted on: 23 August 2006

YOU NEVER LOOKED ME IN THE EYE
YOU NEVER GAVE ME A REASON WHY
WHAT WENT THROUGH YOUR HEAD
THAT DAY YOU LEFT ME FOR DEAD
THAT DAY YOU RIPPED OUT MY HEART
TO DISPOSE AND TO DISCARD
I SEARCH YOUR FACE FOR A CLUE
WHAT HAPPENED TO THE MAN I KNEW?

copyright 2006 ann raven

REH

Posted on: 22 August 2006


Just spent a while reading over and over the following poem. I hope you enjoy it as much I do… I truly find Robert E Howard’s words mind blowing.


FORBIDDEN MAGIC 1 (Weird Tales 1929)

There came to me a Man one summer night,

When all the world lay silent in the stars,

And moonlight crossed my room with ghostly bars.

He whispered hints of weird, unhallowed sight;

I followed – then in waves of spectral light

Mounted the shimmery ladders of my soul

Where moon-pale spiders, huge as dragons, stole –

Great forms like moths, with wings of wispy white.

Around the world the sighing of the loon

Shook misty lakes beneath the false-dawn’s gleams;

Rose tinted shone the sky-line’s minaret;

I rose in fear, and then with blood and sweat

Beat out the iron fabrics of my dreams,

And shaped of them a web to snare the moon.


(Robert E Howard 1906 ~ 1936)

Robert E Howard by a fort



Purple paint… this sure looks like fun, fun, fun… hope I get to have a go when I’m there. You may have realised I haven’t really grown up. Sorry I couldn’t seem to upload all the pics onto one post, so I’ve had to do it in three postings, but I think you get the idea.

This has been a strange week… lots of my blogging friends are away or busy, busy, busy and the same goes for here; I’ve had a very heavy workload… so sorry mrsbg has been put on hold. I have lots of ideas and know where she’s going, but I have little time. I don’t think I will promote mrsbg on this blog anymore… you’ll just have to visit and check if she’s around.

Mind you, I have re-edited my Dear Vincent letters (the wedding invitation ones) because they were so much fun. I may post them again as I have made them slightly more outrageous and they make me laugh.

I have chatted with Rachel on msn; she is in Isla la Marguerita in Venezuala… she will be home next week so guess my computer time will be curbed and you will hear even less of me… hmm. It really is time she finds her own place. The Israeli contingent are all fine, just had a long long chat with Bridgitte. Jon and Boaz are at the playground and Moriah is fast asleep.

Something funny happened here this week. Jamie was moaning how he had to help clean his girlfriend’s apartment and I said the problem was he treated my home like a hotel and restaurant. He’s never made a bed nor lifted a finger… my fault, not his. Well sheepishly Jamie and Lucy (his gf) invited themselves for dinner and then asked if they could stay over, adding fuel to my ‘hotel’ theory.

The next morning I found my big box of photographs in their room and Lucy asked me about a little cigar box in it…

Wow, that was a trip down memory lane. Pictures of ex boyfriends/lovers/an ex fiance… guess I should put one of “he who I had to obey” then it will be complete. I have lost touch with a couple of guys, Israelis I dated when I lived there in my youth, but there is one in particular, an Israeli I met in London when I was 16. He married and moved to Los Angeles and also has 3 children. We are still in touch and in fact we only chatted last week. I haven’t seen him in years, but hopefully we’ll catch up at the end of the year.

I remember calling him when I was at our place in Florida and hubby was in meetings. I was heartbroken to hear he had got divorced… he was broken up. The next month hubby started going funny on me. My kids are excited thinking we should get back together… I won’t tell you how long ago this was. Most of you weren’t even a twinkle in your parents’ eyes. It will never happen… but the children do make me laugh. He is my age and he dates girls 20 years younger, which means potential dates for me with that age gap are… ?? ~ I don’t even wanna think about it. Even my daughter in law plans to set me up for my week out there… oy vay!

Have a lovely weekend everyone, Shabbat Shalom to my fellow faith, and may peace prevail in your homes and The Whole Wide World… sorry, had to get a little Bob in there.

Scroll down the next two posts for the next six pics in this series……






A MAN SHOULD CONTROL HIS LIFE, MINE IS CONTROLLING ME

MORE REH

Posted on: 15 August 2006

THE BLACK & WHITE PHOTOS ARE OF TRUETT VINSON AND BOB; IN THE FIRST THEY ARE FIGHTING WITH SWORD AND GUN; IN THE SECOND THEY ARE BOXING

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Something tapped me on the shoulder,

something whispered,

“Come with me.

Leave the world of men behind you,

come where care may never find you,

come and follow, let me bind you

where in that dark silent sea,

tempest of the world never rages;

there to dream away the ages,

heedless of times turning pages,only, come with me.”

“Who are you?” I asked the phantom,

“I am rest from hate and pride.

I am friend to king and beggar,

I am alpha and omega.

I was councillor to Hagar

but men call me suicide.

“I was weary of tide breasting,

weary of the worlds behesting,

and I lusted for the resting

as a lover for his bride.

And my soul tugged at its moorings

and it whispered, “set me free.

I am weary of this battle,

of this world of human cattle

all this dreary noise and prattle.

“This you owe to me.”

Long I sat and long I pondered,

on the life that I had squandered,

over the paths that I had wandered

never free.

In a shadow panorama

passed life’s struggles and its fray.

And my soul tugged with new vigor,

huger grew the phantoms figure,

as I slowly pressed the trigger,

saw the world fade swift away.

Through the fogs old Time came striding,

radiant clouds were bout me riding,

as my soul went gliding,gliding,

from the shadow into day.


the loves of my life

at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet ~~~ plato

thank you…

... to everyone whose pictures and videos I have borrowed; if anyone would like theirs to be removed, please tell me and I shall be happy to do so

all words here are mine ~ I’ll tell you when they’re not!

from long ago

in case I forget what day of the week it is

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