Went Out for Smokes
He went for smokes, He never came back. At first, they were concerned, But no one was harmed. After a few weeks, Plus, maybe a couple of days, In was like he never existed. No harm, no foul, just freedom. Roy Richard March 2023
Author: rostie06
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My disclaimer:
1) Fist and most of all nothing in this blog is meant to represent anyone or anything real or actual. In other words it is fantasy, jest and whimsical thinking.
2) Hence then and next of all, I am not liable for remarks found to be offensive just because the country you live in sees it that way.
3) Did I mention the following? Nothing written here is factual or absolute. If you listen to this rambling, it’s your fault not mine. Or in other words, ‘Don’t try this at home.”
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Karen and Michael
Karen didn’t really love Michael; she was using him. She wanted from him, someone to pay for dates and to chauffeur her around. In addition, the status that being a couple might bring.On the other hand, Michael was infatuated with Karen. He still could not believe his luck in having such a HOT girlfriend. He… Read More Karen and Michael
Kaskaskia Brethren Church
I have a copy of the meeting minutes from the Church my Great-grandparents and Grandfather attended in Illinois. It was the Richard side, Peter, Sarah and Oliver. It was a Brethren Church called The Kaskaskia Brethren Church and was located in Fayette County Illinois. The congregation met in the Hogge Schoolhouse and at some time… Read More Kaskaskia Brethren Church
To My Two Santas by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
You have both asked me what I would like for Christmas. The following is the list. It is long and would require years to fulfill but it can’t be bought with money, It will require a special blessing to achieve.I would like some magical miracle to bring our family closer together that way we once… Read More To My Two Santas by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
Man Behind the Curtain
As I ‘grew’ in the denomination of my faith, I saw farther behind the curtain if you will. If you’re not familiar with the story of the Wizard of Oz, the little girl Dorothy needs help getting home and she is told to find the great Wizard of Oz and that he can help her.… Read More Man Behind the Curtain
Mothers by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
Some mothers are short – some are quite small – Some are quite plumb – others quite tall.But there is one thing they share from the start –A tremendous love that comes straight from the heart.Once they were small like you “wee – ones” here –They cuddle their dolls – and held them so dear.The… Read More Mothers by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
Prejudice
Prejudice: an irrational attitude of hostility directed against an individual, a group, a race, or their supposed characteristics.Prejudice is all around us,It has not left our presence,It still rears its ugly head,In our world todayYou’re black,You’re brownYou’re yellow,Get out of here.You’re a female,You’re a trans,You’re a handicap,I have no time for you.You’re different,Not the same,My… Read More Prejudice
West Side Coney by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
The West Side Coney’s hard to beat –For chattin’ and good things to eat.It’s very much the modern way –Yet takes me back to yesterday.And none of us could ask for more –That remembers the ole time country store.There’s always someone droppin’ in –And strangers soon become a friend.That we don’t go far, can never… Read More West Side Coney by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
Thinking of Mother by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
On a hillside in the Ozarks, under skies much like ours here –Lies a lovely dark haired lady – she is one I love so dear,How my heart does ache with longing – just to touch her auburn hair.Just to hear her joyful laughter – as once it filled the air.How her eyes could speak… Read More Thinking of Mother by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
Snowman by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
I’m a gift that should bring memories,Of childhood and all it’s fun.Of the winter in “Cold Great Lakes” country.For I wouldn’t last long in the sun.While spending time outdoors with me.You’d oft get rosy cheeks,How nice it was to go inside,And lightly toast your feet.I really hope you’ll treasure me,For many years to come.May my… Read More Snowman by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
Ramblings of an Old Coot 