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A Mississippi Girl -
A Man From Maine 

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Mississippi Girl
 
Born Lois LaVelle Ready in Benoit, a small town in Bolivar County, Mississippi to her most loving parents, Bracie and LaVelle Kizziah Ready on July 7th, 1926. They would have no other children until 1947 when their daughter, Sandy was born.
 
When Lois was only 3 yrs old, there came a terrible flood. The mighty Mississippi had overflowed her banks and devasted much of the Mississippi Delta and its inhabitants. She and her parents clung to a tree for 3 days hoping that the waters would soon subside, when out of the muddy waters came 2 men in a boat who happened by and rescued them and brought them to the safety of higher ground. They didn't know which could be worse. The flood they managed to escape or the persistance of the terribly devasted economy of the Great Depression which soon followed.
 
Satan did what he could to destroy this family and others, but they managed to survive, despite the many rough miles they yet had to travel down life's bumpy road. Much can be said about the people of her day. They seemed to take everything in stride and live each day for that day with little regard for the future. There were no TVs, or TV dinners. The radio kept you informed and with nightly broadcasts of "The Shadow" and "Amos and Andy" and many other great old shows, life was about as good as it could ever get.
 
Then came television and life changed and in my opinion, not necessarily for the better. We have seen the rise of the new religion called humanism, and its main protector and benefactor, the ACLU. I am persuaded its main objective is to destroy everything Christian in this country. Do not glory in this if you're a Jew, Muslim, Buddist, Hindu or even an American Indian, for your religion will most assuredly be next.
 
The ACLU's champion is waiting patiently in the wings and is positoning herself left of center to announce herself as a candidate for the Presidency of these United States. As a card carrying member of this most polluted group of Un-Americans this country has ever produced, she will take this country down a road where there is no return. It will be a sad day if she is elected.
 
Did you know that ACLU files for re-imbursement through the US Government after every case they win or loose? Yes, that's right. They pay almost nothing and your tax dollars are paying them to bring this country to it's knees. And you want to put one of their own in the most powerful office on the planet? My liberal friends. Open your eyes, or better yet, your hearts and ask yourself, "Why would I want someone in there who doesn't have my best interest at heart?"
 
As for my conservative friends, shame on you if you sit back, do nothing and let this happen without a fight. 2006 is rapidly approaching and the battle lines will soon be drawn. The leftist in this country will use every means possible to them to insure her success. She is there only choice. She has always been their only choice. Let them have their MTV, VH1, CNN, and CBS. We have the internet (Thanks again, Al), and we can get the word out and have a ground swell of support for a good, moral opponent for her, whomever that may be.
 
Pass this along and show the left we are united in taking back "our" country, and that we enjoy and want to continue to enjoy the freedom to worship when and where we wish. Uncle Sam could be called Uncle Adolf today had it not been for good men who weren't afraid of a "good" fight. So, get into the fight before your rights to resist unwanted change are gone forever, for changes are sure to come for those who refuse to stand up for there rights. If you refuse to fight, remember, you relinquish those rights to those who want to take them away from you. 
 
My sleeves are rolled up.... Are yours?
 
 
They also want to take Merry Christmas away and replace
it with Happy Holidays. My mother would be flipping out
about this if she were alive today. She would start just
after Christmas planning for next Christmas.
Christmas was her favorite time of the year, and she loved to "make" presents, especially little "gag" gifts for each of us. She always put a lot of thought and much love into what she planned for each of us, and it gave her a
lot of happiness to see each of us laugh as we
opened them. I for one will keep
her love for this special day
alive each time I say,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS".
 
 

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Daddy. Why do they want to take Christmas away?

Suffer the little
children to come unto Me....
for theirs
is
the Kingdom
of
Heaven
 
 
 
 
 

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The Man In The Glass
 by Dale Wimbrow, 1895 ~1954
 
 
 
 When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day,
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say

For it isn't your father or mother or wife
Whose judgment upon you must pass
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass

You may be like Jack Horner and chisel a plum
And think you're a wonderful guy.
But the man in the glass says you're only a bum
If you can't look him straight in the eye.

He's the fellow to please - never mind all the rest,
For he's with you clear to the end.
And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the man in the glass is your friend.

You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass.
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you've cheated the man in the glass.

 

Originally intitled "The Guy in the Glass", it's a poem mother wrote out on a piece of paper in 1989. It meant something to her, so, I thought I'd pass it along. As in this haunting poem, she could also make you reach deep into your very soul with only a few penetrating words of wisdom. She also wrote many poems, and I will put them here soon.

 

 

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A Man from Maine
 
Born George Gregory to Robert Joseph & Myrtle McPhee Wylie in 1920, he went to sea as a young boy to help support his family, as many did back in that day. After several years at sea, he took a land job in a Boothbay Harbor shipyard as a machinist so he could be closer to home. When WWII broke out, he joined the Army Air Corp along with his brothers, Perley and Elliot.
 
Perley was injured in the Battle of the Phillipines and died a couple of years later from complications from his injuries. George and Elliot reinlisted for another hitch after the war. Elliot went on to retire from the Air Force after 30 yrs of service. While stationed at Camp Shelby, Mississippi, George met and fell in love with the "Mississippi Girl" in Gulfport, Mississippi at the Gulfport Hotel which had been converted to a military hospital. At the age of 15, she was working as a nurses' aid, a profession she enjoyed for 10 or more years in Greenville, Mississippi where they made their home after the war.
 
George, while only having an eighth grade education, was well read. He was the smartest man I have ever met. How he could remember all that he read remains a mystery to me to this day. When they would come visit us in Pennsylvania, we loved to play Trivia Pursuit. After a few games, it was apparent he knew a lot of trivia. The next night and the nights that followed, all my friends want him to be on their teams. How could he possibly know all that stuff? An amazing man he was.
 
He was a quiet man, so when he did speak, everyone stopped and listened. He had such a dry sense of humor that would have us all hysterically laughing in short order. There may have been something in the water in Mississippi as mom had the same knack for getting a laugh.
 
She, on the other hand, had a way with words. She could tell you off in words that would take you a week to understand exactly what she meant by them.
 
They were a good match. Him with his thinking and quietness. Her with her bubbly outgoing nature. It gave us much comfort to have this balance in our family.
 
We shall always miss them....
 
 
 
 
Those They Left Behind
 
 

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