December 2009 “OLD BONES” News

December 2, 2009


An Irish Blessing
May the Road rise to meet you.
May the wind be at your back.
And may the Lord hold you always
In the hollow of His hand.


JOHNSON, Sue (nee Paro)
November 20 – November 21, 2009

Passed away peacefully on November 21, 2009 at the Montreal General Hospital. Beloved wife of the late William G. Johnson. Dear mother of Linda (Ray Boivin) of Kenora, and Bruce Johnson of Toronto. Cherished Grandmother of Adrian and Maya. Survived by her sister Mary Simons of Portland, Oregon. Will also be sadly missed by her dear friend Frank and other relatives and friends.

Our sincere condolence to Linda, Bruce, Adrian, Maya, Mary,
Sue’s dear friend Frank, and extended family and friends.

Remembered Joy
Don’t grieve for me, for now I’m free!
I follow the plan God laid for me.
I saw His face, I heard His call,
I took His hand and left it all.
I could not stay another day,
To love, to laugh, to work or play;
Tasks left undone must stay that way.
And if my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss…
Ah yes, these things I, too, shall miss.
My life’s been full, I’ve savored much:
Good times, good friends, a loved-one’s touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief-
Don’t shorten yours with undue grief.
Be not burdened with tears of sorrow.
Enjoy the sunshine of the morrow.
Author unknown

Dear Frank.

I know I speak for everyone when I say how very sorry we are for your loss.

The thoughtfulness and care you and Sue shared and your kind and gently care of each other warmed our hearts.

We recognize the empty place Sue’s passing leaves in your heart. We are lost for words to express how sad we feel at your loss and our loss of our dear friend Sue.

We will remember Sue with happy thoughts of our times spent with her. Her absence in our group was strongly felt by all of us during our exercise sessions. We found ourselves lost without Sue’s soft voice calling out “ten” to let us know we could move on to the next exercise. Barbara will have to learn to lead and count because we depended on Sue to keep us on track.

Sue will always be remembered for her ability to touch her toes and yes, touching the floor while we all moaned and groaned trying to reach our knees.

And Sue’s interest in everyone and everything that happened in our group was wonderful.

Line dancing was also fun for Sue. She never missed a chance to dance. Learning the “Horse and Buggy” dance was not a problem for her. Sue kept going even when asked if she wanted to take a break when most of us were tired and ready and willing to quit.

Sue’s spirit of determination to soldier on keeping an interest in everything happening around her was quite remarkable. That bright spirit will be missed greatly in our group.

It is with very sad hearts we say a last farewell to our dear friend Sue.

Always remembered – never forgotten.

An Old Cradle Prayer

Guardian angels God will lend thee, All through the night
Soft and drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping,
Mother dear her watch is keeping,
All through the night
God is here, you’ll not be lonely, All through the night
‘Tis not I who guards thee only, All through the night
Night’s dark shades will soon be over,
Still my watchful care shall hover,
God with me His watch is keeping,
All through the night

If Tomorrow Starts Without Me

“If tomorrow starts without me, and I’m not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me;

I wish so much you wouldn’t cry the way you did today,
While thinking of the many things, we didn’t get to say.

I know how much you love me, As much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me, I know you’ll miss me too;

But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name, and took me by the hand,

And said my place was ready, in heaven far above,
And that I’d have to leave behind all those I dearly love.

But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye,
For all my life, I’d always thought, I didn’t want to die.

I had so much to live for, So much left yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible, that I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad,
I thought of all that we shared, and all the fun we had.

If I could relive yesterday, just even for a while,
I’d say good-bye and kiss you and maybe see you smile.

But then I fully realized, that this could never be,
For emptiness and memories, would take the place of me.

And when I thought of worldly things, I might miss some tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow.

But when I walked through heaven’s gates, I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me, From His great golden throne,

He said, “This is eternity, and all I’ve promised you.”
Today your life on earth is past, but here life starts anew.

I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last,
And since each day is the same way, there’s no longing for the past.

So when tomorrow starts without me, don’t think we’re far apart,
For every time you think of me, I’m right here, in your heart”

Almage Locations:
Almage Senior Community Centre, 8680 Hochelaga, Montreal QC H1L 2M6
CCS/Almage, St. Michel/Rosemount Satellite, 6341 Delormier St, Montreal, QC (Monday)
CCS/Almage, Hochelaga/Maisonneuve Satellite, 1620 Avenue de LaSalle, Montréal, QC (Tuesday)
CCS/Almage, RDP/PAT Satellite, 11991 Pierre Baillergeron, Montreal, QC (Wednesday)
CCS/Almage, Montreal North Satellite, 10374 Cobourg, Montreal North, QC (Friday)

DIANE DOONAN, Touring Center Coordinator
DOLORES McAULEY, Ambassador –
BARBARA FOURNIER, Volunteer CCS/Almage St. Michel-Rosemount-
JANET STUBBERT, Editor “Old Bones News” –

Birthdays in the month of December

♫ Happy Birthday, God Bless you, Happy Birthday to you! ♫

 Ruth  Barbara  Angela  Dolores  Steven  Paulette Muriel  Allyne  Betty 

Nov 22 to Dec 01 – Ash Tree
Ash Tree (Ambition) — extremely attractive, vivacious, impulsive, demanding, does not care for criticism, ambitious, intelligent, talented, likes to play with fate, can be very egotistic, reliable, restless lover, sometimes money rules over the heart, demands attention, needs love and much emotional support.

Dec 02 to Dec 11 – Hornbeam Tree
Hornbeam Tree (Good Taste) — of cool beauty, cares for its looks and condition, is not egoistic, makes life as comfortable as possible, leads a reasonable and disciplined life, looks for kindness and acknowledgment in an emotional partner, dreams of unusual lovers, is seldom happy with its feelings, mistrusts most people, is never sure of its decisions, very conscientious.

Dec 12 to Dec 21 – Fig Tree
Fig Tree (Sensibility) — very strong minded, a bit self-willed, honest, loyal, independent, hates contradiction or arguments, hard worker when wants to be, loves life and friends, enjoys children and animals, few sexual relationships, great sense of humor, has artistic talent and great intelligence.

Dec 22 (only – Beech Tree
Beech Tree (Creative) — has good taste, concerned about its looks, materialistic, good organization of life and career, economical, good leader, takes no unnecessary risks, reasonable, splendid lifetime companion, keen on keeping fit (diets, sports, etc.).


December 6, 2008. Bus leaving from Honore Beaugrand Metro Station at 10:30 am for ND du Bon Secours

December 8, 2009. Almage Party, Buffet Antique, 6086 Sherbrooke St., East – 11:45 Am

December 21, CCS/Almage, St. Michel/Rosemount Satellite Christmas party.


Traditional Scottish hot toddy

3 dessertspoons Drambuie liqueur (whisky)
1 level dessertspoon brown sugar
Fresh, strong coffee, Double cream
Method: Heat a stemmed wine glass with hot water and dry quickly. Add the Drambuie whisky Stir in the sugar. Pour in the coffee, leaving an inch below the rim. Keep stirring until the sugar has dissolved Pour the cream over the back of a teaspoon so that it floats on the surface to the depth of about half an inch. Enjoy!

Whisky toddy

If a hot toddy doesn’t cure a cold after a couple of toddies you won’t really care!

Heather honey or sugar,
Lemon juice, Whisky, & Hot water,
Directions: Dissolve a teaspoon of honey or sugar in a glass of boiling water. Add a glass of whisky and a little lemon juice, Stir. Serve while still hot.



On the first day of school, the children brought gifts for their teacher. The florist’s son brought the teacher a bouquet of flowers. The candy-store owner’s daughter gave the teacher a pretty box of candy.

Then the liquor-store owner’s son brought up a big, heavy box. The teacher lifted it up and noticed that it was leaking a little bit. She touched a drop of the liquid with her finger and tasted it.
“Is it wine?” she guessed.
“No,” the boy replied.
She tasted another drop and asked, “Champagne?
“No,” said the little boy….. “It’s a puppy!”


An Irish priest is driving down to New York and gets stopped for speeding in Connecticut. The state trooper smells alcohol on the priest’s breath and then sees an empty wine bottle on the floor of the car.

He says, “Sir, have you been drinking?” “Just water,” says the priest.
The trooper says, “Then why do I smell wine?”
The priest looks at the bottle and says, “Good Lord! He’s done it again!”

WORKING PEOPLE frequently ask retired people what they do to make their days interesting.
Well, for example, the other day my wife and I went into town and went into a shop. We were only in there for about 5 minutes. When we came out, there was a cop writing out a parking ticket. We went up to him and said, ‘Come on man, how about giving a senior citizen a break?’

He ignored us and continued writing the ticket. I called him a Nazi turd. He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn tires.

So my wife called him a shit-head. He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he started writing a third ticket. This went on for about 20 minutes. The more we abused him, the more tickets he wrote.

Personally, we didn’t care. We came into town by bus and the car had a Quebec sticker. We try to have a little fun each day now that we’re retired. It’s important at our age.

A MARRIED COUPLE in their early 60s was celebrating their 40th wedding anniversary in a quiet, romantic little restaurant. Suddenly, a tiny yet beautiful fairy appeared on their table.

She said, ‘For being such an exemplary married couple and for being loving to each other for all this time, I will grant you each a wish.’

The wife answered, ‘Oh, I want to travel around the world with my darling husband.’

The fairy waved her magic wand and – poof – two tickets for the Queen Mary II appeared in her hands.
The husband thought for a moment:

‘Well, this is all very Romantic, but an opportunity like this will never come again. I’m sorry my love, but my wish is to have a wife 30 years younger than me.’

The wife and the fairy were deeply disappointed, but a wish is a wish. So the fairy waved her magic wand and poof, the husband became 92 years old.

The moral of this story: Men who are ungrateful sods should remember fairies are female…..
Submitted by Ted
Dear Abby,
I am a twenty-three year old liberated woman who has been on the pill for two years. It’s getting expensive and I think my boyfriend should share half the cost, but I don’t know him well enough to discuss money with him.

Dear Abby, I’ve suspected that my husband has been fooling around, and when confronted with the evidence, he denied everything and said it would never happen again Submitted by Barbara

Father Murphy walks into a pub in Donegal, and says to the first man he meets,
“Do you want to go to heaven?” The man said, “I do, Father.”
The priest said, “Then stands over there against the wall.”
Then the priest asked the second man, “Do you want to go to heaven?”
“Certainly, Father,” was the man’s reply.
“Then stand over there against the wall,” said the priest.
Then Father Murphy walked up to O’Toole and said, “Do you want to go to heaven?”
O’Toole said, “No, I don’t Father.”
The priest said, “I don’t believe this.. You mean to tell me that when you die you don’t want to go to heaven?” O’Toole said, “Oh, when I die, yes. I thought you were getting a group together to go right now.”


This is a story of two mature people living in a mobile home park in Florida. He was a widower and she was a widow. They had known one another for a number of years.

One evening there was a community supper in the Club House, and the widower and widow made a foursome with two other singles. They had a wonderful evening and spirits were high. The widower sent a few admiring glances across the table, and the widow smiled coyly back at him.

Finally, he plucked up his courage to ask her, “Will you marry me?”

After about six seconds of careful consideration, she answered, “Yes, yes, I will.”

The meal ended with a few more pleasant exchanges and they went to their respective homes. Next morning, the widower was troubled; he was pondering: ” Did she say ‘Yes’ or did she say ‘No’? ” He couldn’t remember. Try as he would, he just could not recall. He went over the conversation of the previous evening, but his mind was blank. He remembered asking the question, but for the life of him he could not recall what her response was.

With fear and trepidation, he picked up the phone and called her. First, he explained that he didn’t remember as well as he used to. Then he reviewed the lovely evening past. As he gained a little more courage he then inquired of her

” When I asked if you would marry me, did you say’ Yes’ or did you say ‘No’? ”

” Why, you silly man, I said ‘Yes. Yes I will.’ And I meant that with all my heart… ”

The widower was delighted. He felt his heart skip a beat.

She then continued, “….and I am so glad you called because I couldn’t remember who asked me.”

THERE’S THIS BLONDE out for a walk. She comes to a river and sees another blonde on the opposite bank.
“Yoo-hoo!” she shouts, “How can I get to the other side?”

The second blonde looks up the river then down the river and shouts back, “You ARE on the other side.”

A blonde was playing Trivial Pursuit one night. It was her turn. She rolled the dice and she landed on Science & Nature. Her question was, “If you are in a vacuum and someone calls your name, can you hear it?”
She thought for a time and then asked, “Is it on or off?”

A Russian, an American, and a Blonde were talking one day. The Russian said, “We were the first in space!”
The American said, “We were the first on the moon!”
The Blonde said, “So what? We’re going to be the first on the sun!”
The Russian and the American looked at each other and shook their heads. “You can’t land on the sun, you idiot! You’ll burn up!” said the Russian.
To which the Blonde replied, “We’re not stupid, you know. We’re going at night!”

A highway patrolman pulled alongside a speeding car on the freeway. Glancing at the car, he was astounded to see that the blonde behind the wheel was knitting!

Realizing that she was oblivious to his flashing lights and siren, the trooper cranked down his window, turned on his bullhorn and yelled, “PULL OVER!”

“NO!” the blonde yelled back, “IT’S A SCARF!”
Submitted by Ted


For all of us who are married, were married, wish you were married, or wish you weren’t married, this is something to smile about the next time you see a bottle of wine:

Sally was driving home from one of her business trips in Northern Arizona when she saw an elderly Navajo woman walking on the side of the road. As the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped the car and asked the Navajo woman if she would like a ride.

With a silent nod of thanks, the woman got into the car.

Resuming the journey, Sally tried in vain to make a bit of small talk with the Navajo woman. The old woman just sat silently, looking intently at everything she saw, studying every little detail, until she noticed a brown bag on the seat next to Sally.

‘What in bag?’ asked the old woman?

Sally looked down at the brown bag and said, ‘It’s a bottle of wine. I got it for my husband.’

The Navajo woman was silent for another moment or two. Then speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder, she said: ‘Good trade’.

A Christmas Story for people having a bad day:

When four of Santa’s elves got sick, the trainee elves did not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, and Santa began to feel the Pre-Christmas pressure.

Then Mrs. Claus told Santa her Mother was coming to visit, which stressed Santa even more.
When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were out, Heaven knows where.

Then when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered.

Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drank all the cider and hidden the liquor. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom.

Just then the doorbell rang, and irritated Santa marched to the door, yanked it open, and there stood a little angel with a great big Christmas tree.

The angel said very cheerfully, “Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn’t this a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?”

And so began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.
Submitted by Janet

Did you know?

The Christmas tree as we know it today probably began as a German custom in the sixteenth century. Legend has it that Martin Luther, leader of the Protestant church reform, was the first to bring an evergreen tree indoors.

It is said that while he was outside one Christmas Eve, he became moved by the beauty of the tree against the starry sky so he cut it down, brought it home and placed candles on the boughs to symbolize stars sparkling over Bethlehem.

QUIZ (answers on the last page)

1. What is white, lives at the North Pole and runs around naked?
2. Why do birds fly south for the winter?
3. What always comes at the end of Christmas Day?
4. What could you find at the North Pole that has teeth but can not chew?
5. What does Santa give a 600 lb. gorilla for Christmas?
6. Can you spell “hard water” only using three letters?
7. In which month does Santa Claus eat the least?
8. What should you do if a reindeer eats your pencil?
9. At the North Pole you cannot take a picture of an elf with a red shirt. Why not?
10. What do you call a blind reindeer?
11. What kind of water never freezes?
12. What do you call a reindeer with three eyes?
13. What do reindeer have that no other animals on earth have?

The Importance of Walking Walking can add minutes to your life.

This enables you at 85 years old to spend an additional 5 months in a nursing home at $7000 per month.

My grandpa started walking five miles a day when he was 60. Now he’s 97 years old and we don’t know where the hell he is.

I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.

The only reason I would take up walking is so that I could hear heavy breathing again.

I have to walk early in the morning, before my brain figures out what I’m doing..

I joined a health club last year, spent about 400 bucks. Haven’t lost a pound. Apparently you have to go there.

Every time I hear the dirty word ‘exercise’, I wash my mouth out with chocolate.

I do have flabby thighs, but fortunately my stomach covers them.

If you are going to try cross-country skiing, start with a small country.

We all get heavier as we get older, because there’s a lot more information in our heads. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it..

AND Every time I start thinking too much about how I look, I just find a Happy Hour and by the time I leave, I look just fine. Submitted by Ted

The Christmas Envelope

It’s just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past 10 years or so. It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas… oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it -overspending… the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma… the gifts given in desperation because you couldn’t think of anything else. Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts, sweaters, ties, and so forth. I reached for something special just for Mike. The inspiration came in an unusual way.

Our 12 year old son Kevin, was wrestling at the junior level at school; and shortly before Christmas, there was a non-league match against a team sponsored by an inner-city church, mostly black. These youngsters, dressed in sneakers so ragged that shoestrings seemed to be the only thing holding them together, presented a sharp contrast to our boys in their spiffy blue and gold uniforms and sparkling new wrestling shoes. As the match began, I was alarmed to see that the other team was wrestling without headgear, a helmet designed to protect a wrestler’s ears. It was a luxury the ragtag team obviously could not afford. Well, we ended up walloping them. We took every weight class. And as each of their boys got up from the mat, he swaggered around in his tatters with false bravado, a kind of street pride that couldn’t acknowledge defeat. Mike, seated beside me, shook his head sadly, “I wish just one of them could have won,” he said. “They have a lot of potential, but losing like this could take the heart right out of them.” Mike loved kids – all kids – and he knew them, having coached little league football, baseball, and lacrosse. That’s when the idea for his present came.

That afternoon, I went to a local sporting goods store and bought an assortment of wrestling headgear and shoes, and sent them anonymously to the inner-city church. On Christmas Eve, I placed the envelope on the tree, the note inside telling Mike what I had done and that this was his gift from me. His smile was the brightest thing about Christmas that year, and in succeeding years.

For each Christmas, I followed the tradition… one year sending a group of mentally handicapped youngsters to a hockey game, another year a cheque to a pair of elderly brothers whose home had burned to the ground the week before Christmas, and on and on. The envelope became the highlight of our Christmas. It was always the last thing opened on Christmas morning, and our children, ignoring their new toys, would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their Dad lifted the envelope from the tree to reveal its contents. As the children grew, the toys gave way to more practical presents – but the envelope never lost its allure.

The story doesn’t end there. You see, we lost Mike last year due to dreaded cancer. When Christmas rolled around, I was still so wrapped in grief that I barely got the tree up. But Christmas Eve found me placing an envelope on the tree, and in the morning, it was joined by three more. Each of our children, unbeknownst to the others, had placed an envelope on the tree for their Dad. The tradition has grown and someday will expand even further with our grandchildren standing around the tree with wide-eyed anticipation watching as their fathers take down the envelope. Mike’s spirit, like the Christmas spirit, will always be with us. May we all remember Christ, who is the reason for the season, and the true Christmas spirit this year, and always.

Life’s a journey, enjoy the ride.

“I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring a friend…. if you have one.” – George Bernard Shaw to Winston Churchill
Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend second… if there is one.” – Winston Churchill, in response.

EBG; A true Story – by Pastor Rob Reid, who says: Gods work in mysterious ways.

The brand new pastor and his wife, assigned to their first ministry, to reopen a church in suburban Brooklyn, arrived in early October excited about their opportunities. When they saw their church, very run down and needing much work they set a goal to have everything done in time to have their first service on Christmas Eve.

They worked hard, repairing pews, plastering walls, painting, etc., and on Dec. 18th were ahead of schedule and just about finished. On December 19th a terrible driving rainstorm – hit the area and lasted for two days.

On December 21st, the pastor went over to the church. His heart sank when he saw that the roof had leaked, causing a large area of plaster about 20 feet by 8 feet to fall off the front wall of the sanctuary just behind the pulpit, beginning about head high. He cleaned up the mess on the floor, and not knowing what else to do but to postpone the Christmas Eve service and headed home.

On the way he noticed that a local business was having a flea market for charity so he stopped in. One of the items was a beautiful, handmade, ivory colored, crocheted tablecloth with exquisite work, fine colors and a cross embroidered right in the center. It was just the right size to cover up the hole in the front wall. He bought it and headed back to the church.

By this time it had started to snow. An older woman running from the opposite direction was trying to catch the bus. She missed it. The pastor invited her to wait in the warm church for the next bus, 45 minutes later. She sat in a pew and paid no attention to the pastor while he got a ladder, hangers, etc., to put up the tablecloth as a wall tapestry. The pastor could hardly believe how beautiful it looked and it covered up the entire problem area.

Then he noticed the woman walking down the center aisle. Her face was white like a sheet. “Pastor,” she asked, “where did you get that tablecloth?” The pastor explained. The woman asked him to check the lower right corner to see if the initials EBG were crocheted into it there .They were. These were the initials of the woman, and she had made this tablecloth 35 years before, in Austria.
The woman could hardly believe it as the pastor told how he had just gotten the Tablecloth. The woman explained that before the war she and her husband were well-to-do people in Austria. When the Nazis came, she was forced to leave.

Her husband was going to follow her the next week she was captured, and sent to prison and never saw her husband or her home again.

The pastor wanted to give her the tablecloth; but she made the pastor keep it for the church. The pastor insisted on driving her home: that was the least he could do. She lived on the other side of Staten Island and was only in Brooklyn for the day for a housecleaning job.

What a wonderful service they had on Christmas Eve. The church was almost full. The music and spirit were great. At the end of the service, the pastor and his wife greeted everyone at the door and many said that they would return.

One older man, whom the pastor recognized from the neighborhood, continued to sit in one of the pews and stare, and the pastor wondered why he wasn’t leaving. The man asked him where he got the tablecloth on the front wall because it was identical to one that his wife had made years ago when they lived in Austria before the war and how could there be two tablecloths so much alike?.

The pastor how the Nazis came, how he forced his wife to flee to safety, and he was supposed to follow her, but he was arrested and put in a prison. He never saw his wife or his home again in all the 35 years in between.

The pastor asked him if he would allow him to take him for a little ride. They drove to Staten Island and to the same house where the pastor had taken the woman three days earlier. He helped the man climb the three flights of stairs to the woman’s apartment, knocked on the door and he saw the greatest Christmas reunion he could ever imagine. Submitted by Barbara


A woman’s husband died, and on that clear, cold morning, in the warmth of their bedroom, the wife was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn’t “anymore”. No more hugs, no more special moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat, no more “just one minute.” Sometimes, what we care about the most gets all used up and goes away, never to return before we can say good-bye, say “I love you.”

So while we have it, its best we love it, care for it, fix it when it’s broken and heal it when it’s sick. This is true for marriage…..And old cars… And children with bad report cards, and dogs with bad hips, and aging parents and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it.

Some things we keep — like a best friend who moved away or a sister-in-law after divorce. There are just some things that make us happy, no matter what.

Life is important, like people we know who are special.. And so, we keep them close!

Suppose one morning you never wake up, do all your friends know you love them?

I was thinking…I could die today, tomorrow or next week, and I wondered if I had any wounds needing to be healed, friendships that needed rekindling or three words needing to be said.

Let every one of your friends know you love them. Even if you think they don’t love you back, you would be amazed at what those three little words and a smile can do. And just in case I’m gone tomorrow.

I LOVE YA!!! Live today because tomorrow is not promised. Submitted by Barbara


Since 1971, the people of Nova Scotia have been sending to Boston, Massachusetts, a giant Christmas tree in an act of thanks, gratitude and remembrance for the immediate help provided by Bostonians after the explosion on that cold Dec 6th day so many years ago. The Nova Scotia Christmas tree is Boston’s official Christmas tree for its yearly televised lighting in the Boston Common. Last year’s tree lighting was on November 29.

The Nova Scotia Department of Natural Resources has a Christmas tree specialist who scouts the province throughout the year, trying to find the perfect tree. There are even Nova Scotians themselves who will call the department to point out potential trees that they found out in the bush while hunting or fishing.

On the N. S. Dept of Natural Resources website, there are specifications for the selecting of the tree. It must be 40- 50 feet high, healthy with good colour, medium to heavy density, uniform & symmetrical & easy to access.



Did You Know That?
Drinking two glasses of Gatorade can relieve headache pain almost immediately — without the unpleasant side effects caused by traditional “pain relievers.”

Did you know that Colgate toothpaste makes an excellent salve for burns?

Before you head to the drugstore for a high-priced inhaler filled with mysterious chemicals, try chewing on a couple of curiously strong Altoids peppermints. They’ll clear up your stuffed nose.

Achy muscles from a bout of the flu? Mix 1 Tablespoon of horseradish in 1 cup of olive oil. Let the mixture sit for 30 minutes, then apply it as a massage oil, for instant relief for aching muscles.

Sore throat? Just mix 1/4 cup of vinegar with 1/4 cup of honey and take 1 tablespoon six times a day. The vinegar kills the bacteria.

Cure urinary tract infections with Alka-Seltzer . Just dissolve two tablets in a glass of water and drink it at the onset of the symptoms. Alka-Seltzer begins eliminating urinary tract infections almost instantly — even though the product has never been advertised for this use. (Note: Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold Medicine is not the same. and contains aspirin, which can cause stomach bleeding if you have ulcers.)

Honey remedy for skin blemishes … Cover the blemish with a dab of honey and place a Band-Aid over it. Honey kills the bacteria, keeps the skin sterile, and speeds healing. It works overnight.

Listerine therapy for toenail fungus … Get rid of unsightly toenail fungus by soaking your toes in Listerine mouthwash. The powerful antiseptic leaves your toenails looking healthy again.

Easy eyeglass protection … To prevent the screws in eyeglasses from loosening, apply a small drop of Maybelline Crystal Clear nail polish to the threads of the screws before tightening them.

Coca-Cola cure for rust … Forget those expensive rust removers. Just saturate an abrasive sponge with Coca Cola and scrub the rust stain. The phosphoric acid in the coke is what gets the job done.

Cleaning liquid that doubles as bug killer … If menacing bees, wasps, hornets, or yellow jackets get in your home and you can’t find the insecticide, try a spray of Formula 409 . Insects drop to the ground instantly.

Smart splinter remover – just pour a drop of Elmer’s Glue-All over the splinter, let dry, and peel the dried glue off the skin. The splinter sticks to the dried glue.

Hunt’s tomato paste boil cure: Cover the boil with Hunt’s tomato paste as a compress. The acids from the tomatoes soothe the pain and bring the boil to a head.

Balm for broken blisters: To disinfect a broken blister, dab on a few drops of Listerine .. a powerful antiseptic.

Heinz vinegar to heal bruises.. Soak a cotton ball in white vinegar and apply it to the bruise for 1 hour. The vinegar reduces the blueness and speeds up the healing process.
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Kills fleas instantly Dawn dish washing liquid does the trick. Add a few drops to your dog’s bath and shampoo the animal thoroughly. Rinse well to avoid skin irritations. Goodbye fleas.

Rainy day cure for dog odor .. Next time your dog comes in from the rain, simply wipe down the animal with Bounce or any dryer sheet, instantly making your dog smell springtime fresh.

Eliminate ear mites … All it takes is a few drops of Wesson corn oil in your cat’s ear. Massage it in, then clean with a cotton ball. Repeat daily for 3 days. The oil soothes the cat’s skin, smothers the mites, and accelerates healing.

Quaker Oats for fast pain relief ….It’s not for breakfast anymore! Mix 2 cups of Quaker Oats and 1 cup of water in a bowl and warm in the microwave for 1 minute, cool slightly, and apply the mixture to your hands for soothing relief from arthritis pain.

RE: 90# ON YOUR TELEPHONE. I dialed ‘0’ and asked the operator to confirm if this was correct, so please pass it on.

I received a telephone call last evening from an individual identifying himself as a Telus Serviceman, who was conducting a test on the telephone-lines. He stated that to complete the test I should touch nine (9) and then zero (0), followed by the pound sign (#), and then to hang up.

Luckily, I was suspicious, and I refused.

Upon contacting the telephone company, I was informed that by pushing 90#, you are giving the requesting individual full access to your telephone line, which enables them to place long distance calls billed to your home phone number. I was further informed that this scam has been originating from many of B.C. Alta.Ont.NB. local jails and prisons.

DO NOT press 90# for ANYONE !

The GTE Security Department requested that I share this information with EVERYONE I KNOW. After checking with Telus, they said it was true, so do not dial 90# for anyone!

Vivian Thompson,
Crime & Fraud Prevention Coordinator, District 5, South Surrey RCMP, British Columbia.
Submitted by Ted


St Andrew’s Day – 30 November. Although St Andrew has been the patron saint of Scotland since a Pictish victory in a battle in 747AD, 30 November is not a public holiday in Scotland. Indeed, St Andrew’s night is celebrated more by expatriate Scots around the world.

THE STRANGE STORY OF FANNY ALLEN By Edgar Andrew Collard 73 and submitted by Frank

In the entrance to the cloister chapel of the Hotel Dieu on Pine Ave hangs a painting with one of the strangest stories of any painting in Montréal. It was looking at this painting of the Holy Family that made a Hotel Dieu nun of Fanny Allen, daughter of Ethan Allen, one of the leaders of the American Revolution.

“There is my preserver!” exclaimed Fanny Allen. She pointed to the figure of St. Joseph in the [picture. Many years earlier, back in 1799, this “man of venerable and striking appearance” had come to her when she was a child on the shore of the Connecticut River in Vermont. He had saved her life. She had never seen him before; she had never known who he was; now, standing in front of the painting, she recognized her rescuer,
Certainly Ethan Allen was the most unlikely man in the world to have a nun as a daughter. He was a Vermont Yankee, so independent as to ridicule and refute every form of organized religion.
At the outbreak of the American Revolution, Ethan Allen’s Green Mountain Boys were a sort of frontier regiment. The leaders of the Revolution saw that they could be useful; and Allen was ready to fight for independence. But he thought he would not wait for the force4s of the Revolution to take Montreal. He would head north with his Green Mountain Boys and do the job himself.

He did remarkably well at first. He captured Fort Ticonderoga from the British forces in 1775. then he came on to Montreal. A brisk battle was fought in the fields to the east of the city. Allen was defeated and made prisoner. But his dash and daring had made him a hero of the Revolution.

It was not surprising that his daughter Fanny was to display an equal independence when she came to make her own decisions in matters of faith. Her mother, Fanny Buchanan, was also resolute, vivacious, quick-thinking; she is described as a “dashing woman”
Three children were born of this marriage; Fanny (Frances) was the youngest. She was only in her third year when her father died. She had, however, inherited many of her father’s ways of independent thought. She, like him, would have nothing to do with any church.

While walking by the shore of the river on a clear day she thought she saw something emerging from the water… something “of extraordinary size and horrid shape.” She wanted to run away. But she could not move.

“While I was in this torturing situation, “she later said, in telling the story, “I saw advancing towards me a man of venerable and striking countenance, wearing a brown cloak and carrying a staff in his hand. He took me gently by the arm and gave me strength to move while he said mostly kindly to me: ‘My child, what are you doing here? Hasten away’ I then ran as fast as I could.

She arrived home pale and out of breath. Her mother sent a servant at once to look for the man wishing to thank him. No trace of him could be found. The whole incident might have been forgotten as a sort of day dreaming terror. But Fanny kept describing the man as though he were real. Some of her friends and relatives remarked that whoever she was in a large gathering of men she would go about seeing if she could recognize him.

Meanwhile Fanny was growing up. When about 19 she said she wanted to learn French. The best way she was sure would be to attend a convent in Montreal. Her mother and step father would not at first agree. They were afraid the nuns might try to make her a Roman Catholic. When she persisted in wanting to go to a convent, they took the precaution of having her baptized as a Protestant.
But the old dissenting spirit of Ethan Allen seemed to rise up in her. She declared she had not the slightest belief in any religion. In the end, she gave in, to please her mother. She was baptized, under protest, by Rev. Daniel Barber, a Presbyterian minister.

In 18007 Fanny Allen came to Montréal the city her father had tried to capture for the American Revolution 32 years earlier. She became a pupil in the convent boarding school of the Sisters of the Congregation of Notre Dame, then on Notre Dame Street,

It was an odd environment for Ethan Allen’s daughter. Her uncompromising, willful, individualistic Yankee ways seemed totally unsuitable for convert life. She took no trouble to hide what she thought of Catholic forms and ceremonies. Being a clever girl, her comments at times may have been only too amusing to the other girls. The Sisters had almost decided to send her back to Vermont. But one of the young Sisters pleaded her case… She asked that Fanny be given a few more weeks.

Within those next few weeks something happened to transform her whole attitude. She had been given flowers by this particular Sister and asked to place them near the tabernacle on the altar. She was reminded that she must bow before the altar as she does so.

Fanny said she would not be; “For why should I, when I do not believe in the Presence”” But at the altar she went down on her knees and felt a sudden change of heart.

On the next day — it was September. 1807. The Feast of the Nativity — She asked to be instructed in the faith… In a long letter to her mother and step father she tried to explain everything. She told them a she had found at last the “Pearl of Great Price.”

Her mother and step father set out at once for Montreal. They fetched her from the convent school and brought her hoe. The best thing, they believed, was to distract her mind as much as possible form convent impressions. They tried to bring her out into society.

Before leaving for Montreal Fanny had become engaged to a young man studying at the University of Vermont; he was the son of rich Boston merchant. Her fiancé also did everything he could to bring her back, as he hoped to what she had been before going to Montreal.

Fanny however was now as determined in her new faith as she had previously been in her father’s unbelief… She declared her determination to become a nun. Her mother probably knowing her temperament realized that further opposition would be futile and only embittering. She took her back to Montreal.

Fanny had as yet to clear idea which religious order she should join. She visited the Hotel Dieu Hospital, then on St. Paul Street. Over the high altar she saw the painting of the Holy Family. The figure of St Joseph to the right of the Christ Child seemed unexpectedly familiar. She drew her mother with her to the altar.

This she said was the “man of venerable appearance and striking countenance.” who had come to her on the shore of the Connecticut River. “Saint Joseph! I feel he wants me here. I have at last found him whom for the past 13 years I have sought in vain”

Fanny at once presented herself to the Mother Superior of the Hotel Dieu, Mother de Celeron. The Mother Superior listened to the story. But she was cautions concerning the ecstasies of converts to Catholicism. Time, she suggested should be given its chance to tell, she should go back to school of the Congregation of Notre Dame. There she cold learn more French and have time to think things over.
Fanny Allen spent about a year with the Sisters of the Congregation, Her decision remained firm. On the feast of St. Michel, September 29, 1808, she was accepted as a novice at the Hotel Dieu, In due course, she took her vows as a nun.

Fanny made an excellent nun, dutiful, hard-working, cheerful. In Vermont, however, her case was regarded as incredible. Many Vermont visitors to Montreal called at the Hotel Dieu to see her, drawn largely by curiosity. These visits became something of an interruption to her life, especially when they were made during the hours for prayer.

Whenever she saw visitors she would watch a little hour glass. “Time is up,” she would say. During these visits she always turned the conversation quickly from trivialities to what were called “safer channels.” But her manner retained considerable sprightliness.

On December 10, 1819, after 11 years spent in nursing the sick in Hotel Dieu, Fanny Allen died. A Vermont doctor living in Montreal, a non-Catholic, attended her. Cause of death was a “lung infection.” Some were inclined to regard her vocation as the sentimental romantic whim of an impressionable young girl. But her apparent influence on others was remarkable.

The Vermont doctor who had attended her deathbed eventually entered a Carthusian monastery. Her fiancé gave all he had to the Roman Catholic Church and entered its service. Rev. Daniel Barber, the Presbyterian minister who had baptized her, and who had visited her at the Hotel Dieu in Montreal, was received into the Catholic Church in 1818 at the age of 62. His wife joined with him. Their son, Virgil Barber, became a Jesuit and his wife entered the Visitation Order. In 1823 it was Father Virgil Barber who built the first Roman Catholic Church in the State of New Hampshire.

Fanny Allen was buried in the chapel of the Hotel Dieu on St. Paul Street. When the nuns came to their present hospital on Pine Avenue about 1860, they removed bones from the old chapel and reinterred them in the new crypt. There Fanny Allen lies buried today, only a few feet away from the painting of the venerable St. Joseph.

Submitted by Frank

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.

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 I 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!!

The best and most beautiful things of this world can’t be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart. Submitted by Barbara


I only know the names of two angels, Hark and Harold. – Gregory, age 5

Everybody’s got it all wrong. Angels don’t wear halos anymore. I forget why, but scientists are working on it -Olive, age 9

It’s not easy to become an angel! First, you die.
Then you go to Heaven, and then there’s still the flight training to go through. And then you got to agree to wear those angel clothes. -Matthew, age 9

Angels work for God and watch over kids when God has to go do something else. -Mitchell, age 7

My guardian angel helps me with math, but he’s not much good for science. -Henry, age 8
Angels don’t eat, but they drink milk from Holy Cows! -Jack, age 6

Angels talk all the way while they’re flying you up to heaven. The main subject is where you went wrong before you got dead. – Daniel, age 9

When an angel gets mad, he takes a deep breath and counts to ten. And when he lets out his breath again, somewhere there’s a tornado.-Reagan, age 10

Angels have a lot to do and they keep very busy. If you lose a tooth, an angel comes in through your window and leaves money under your pillow. Then when it gets cold, angels go south for the winter.-Sara, age 6

Angels live in cloud houses made by God and his son, who’s a very good carpenter.-Jared, age 8

All angels are girls because they gotta wear Dresses and boys didn’t go for it. -Antonio, age 9

My angel is my grandma who died last year. She got a big head start on helping me while she was still down here on earth.-Ashley ~ age 9

Some of the angels are in charge of helping heal sick animals and pets. And if they don’t make the animals get better, they help the child get over it. -Vicki, age 8

What I don’t get about angels is why, when someone is in love, they shoot arrows at them. -Sarah, age 7

Wise Words
“Our dreams must be stronger than our memories. We must be pulled by our dreams, rater than pushed by our memories.” – Jesse Jackson

Dear Abby, Our son writes that he is taking Judo. Why would a boy who was raised in a good Christian home turn against his own?
Submitted by Barbara
“I feel so miserable without you; it’s almost like having you here.” – Stephen Bishop

“He is a self-made man and worships his creator.” – John Bright Submitted by Ted


T’was the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one-bedroom house, made of plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney, with presents to give,
And to see just who, in this home did live.
I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the mantle, just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures, of far distant lands.
With medals and badges, awards of all kinds,
A sober thought came through my mind.
For this house was different, it was dark and dreary;
I found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly.
The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor, in this one bedroom home.
The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder,
Not how I pictured, a Canadian soldier.
Was this the hero, of whom I’d just read?
Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed.
I realized the families, that I saw this night,
Owed their lives to these soldiers, who were willing to fight.
Soon round the world, the children would play,
And grownups would celebrate, a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom, each month of the year,
Because of the soldiers, like the one lying here.
I couldn’t help wonder, how many lay alone,
On a cold Christmas eve, in a land far from home.
The very thought brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees and started to cry.
The soldier awakened, and I heard a rough voice,
Santa, don’t cry, this life is my choice.
I fight for freedom, I don’t ask for more,
My life is my god, my country, my corps.”
The soldier rolled over, and drifted to sleep,
I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours, so silent and still,
And we both shivered, from the cold night’s chill.
I didn’t want to leave, on that cold, dark night,
This guardian of honour, so willing to fight.
Then the soldier rolled over, with a voice, soft and pure,
Whispered, “Carry on Santa, it’s Christmas day, all is secure.”
One look at my watch, and I knew he was right,
“Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night.”

1. A Polar Bare.
2. It is too far to walk.
3. The letter “Y”.
4. A comb.
5. Whatever it asks for!
6. Ice.
7. February; because it’s the shortest month.
8. Use a pen.
9. Because you can’t take a picture with a red shirt. You can only take a picture with a camera.
10. No idea (no eyed deer).
11. Hot water.
12. A reindeer.
13. Baby reindeer.
My wish for you ,2010
Walls for the wind
And a roof for the rain,
And drinks beside the fire.
Laughter to cheer you
And those you love near you.
And all that your heart may desire.
May brooks and trees and singing hills
Join in the chorus, too.
And every gentle wind that blows
Send happiness to you.
May peace and plenty be the first
To lift the latch on your front door,
And happiness be guided to your home
This New Years Morn


Robbie Burns

HAPPY 2010


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