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What Made Me Me
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The following is either truth or fiction
The Wooden Bowl

 The following is either truth or fiction.

Regardless, it makes a good story and provides perhaps some interesting trivia.

LIFE IN THE 1500's? ... interesting info below if true:

The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some puported facts about the 1500s...

Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and, finally, the children. Last of all, the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the bath water."

Houses had thatched roofs - thick straw - piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying, "It's raining cats and dogs."

There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence

The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, "Dirt poor."

The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway. Hence the saying, "a thresh hold."

In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme, "Peas porridge hot, Peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the Pot, nine days old."

Sometimes they could obtain pork which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could "Bring home the bacon." They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and, "Chew the fat."

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.

Bread was divided according to status.  Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the "upper crust."

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding "a wake".

England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a Bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 Coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the ....graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be "saved by the bell," or was considered a "dead ringer!"

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 Posted 12/14/2008 - This was sent to me by my Cousin Betty.  Such a nice thought I decided to keep on my web.

The Wooden Bowl

I think we all need to remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl - tomorrow, a week from now, a year from now.

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year - old grandson.
The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered

The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and
failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.
When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.

The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
'We must do something about father,' said the son.
'I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.'

So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.
There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.
Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.

When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone.
Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.

The four-year-old watched it all in silence.

One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.
He asked the child sweetly, 'What are you making?' Just as sweetly, the boy responded,
'Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.
' The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.

The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.

That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table.
For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason,
neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.

I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things:
a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.

I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.

I've learned that making a 'living' is not the same thing as making a 'life..'

I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.

I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands You nee d to be able to throw something back sometimes.

I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you
But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others,
your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you

I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.

I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.

I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.

People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.

I've learned that you should pass this on to everyone you care about I just did.

Friendship Candle

Notice the date the candle was started.  Gonna give you goose bumps.

I am not going to be the one who lets it die. 

I found it believable -- angels have walked beside me all my life--and they still do

This is to all of you who mean something to me, I pray for your happiness.

The Candle Of Love, Hope, Friendship.

This candle was lit on the 15th of September, 1998

Someone who loves you has helped keep it alive by sending it to you.

 After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She
said, "I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you. "

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.

That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.

"What's wrong, are you well," she asked?

My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign     of bad news. "I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you," I responded. "Just the two of us." She thought about it for a moment, and then said, "I would like that very much."

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.

She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's'. "I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed," she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear     about our meeting."

We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. "It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were     small," she said. " Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded.

During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation -- nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.

As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you. " I agreed.

"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice.

Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.

A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her.

Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son."

At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: "I LOVE YOU" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."

Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby.... Somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, "normal" is history.

Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct... Somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.

Somebody said being a mother is boring .... Somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit. Somebody said if you're a "good" mother, your child will "turn out good".... somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee.

Somebody said "good" mothers never raise their voices ... Somebody never came out the back door just in time to see her child hit a golf ball through the neighbor's kitchen window.

Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother.... Somebody never helped a fourth grader with his math.

Somebody said you can't love the second child as much as you love the first .... Somebody doesn't have two children.

Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing questions in the books.... Somebody never had a child stuff beans up his nose or in his ears.

Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother Is labor and delivery.... somebody never watched her "baby" get on the bus for the first day of Kindergarten .... or on a plane headed for military "boot camp. "

Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back .... Somebody never organized seven giggling Brownies to sell cookies.

Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her Child gets married.... Somebody doesn't know that Marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a mother's heartstrings.

Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last Child leaves home.... Somebody never had Grandchildren.

Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so You don't need to tell her.... Somebody isn't a mother.

Pass this along to all the "mothers" in your life and to everyone who ever had a mother.

This isn't just only about being a mother; it's about appreciating the people in your life while you have matter who that person is

 Received from a friend - hope all you youngsters enjoy it.

What Made Me Me

Long ago and far away, In a land that time forgot
Before the days of Dylan, Or the dawn of Camelot.

There lived a race of innocents, And they were you and me
Long ago and far away, In the Land That Made Me Me.

Oh there was truth and goodness, In that land where we were born
Where navels were for oranges, And Peyton Place was porn.

For Ike was in the White House, And Hoss was on TV
And God was in His heaven, In the Land That Made Me Me.

We learned to gut a muffler, We washed our hair at dawn
We spread our crinolines to dry, In circles on the lawn.

And they could hear us coming, All the way to Tennessee
All starched and sprayed and rumbling, in the Land That Made Me Me.

We longed for love and romance, And waited for the prince
And Eddie Fisher married Liz, And no one's seen him since.

We danced to "Little Darlin”, And sang to "Stagger Lee"
And cried for Buddy Holly, In the Land That Made Me Me.

Only girls wore earrings then, And three was one too many
And only boys wore flat-top cuts, Except for Jean McKinney.

And only in our wildest dreams, Did we expect to see
A boy named George with lipstick, In the Land That Made Me Me.

We fell for Frankie Avalon, Annette was oh, so nice
And when they made a movie, They never made it twice.

We didn't have a Star Trek Five, Or Psycho Two and Three
Or Rockey-Rambo Twenty, In the Land That Made Me Me.

Miss Kitty had a heart of gold, And Chester had a limp
And Reagan was a Democrat, Whose co-star was a chimp.

We had a Mr. Wizard, But not a Mr. T
And Oprah couldn't talk yet, In the Land That Made Me Me.

We had our share of heroes, We never thought they'd go
At least not Bobby Darin, Or Marilyn Monroe.

For youth was still eternal, And life was yet to be
And Elvis was forever, In the Land T hat Made Me Me.

We'd never seen the rock band, That was Grateful to be Dead
And Airplanes weren't named Jefferson, And Zeppelins weren't Led.

And Beatles lived in gardens then, And Monkees in a tree
Madonna was a virgin, In the Land That Made Me Me.

We'd never heard of Microwaves, Or telephones in cars
And babies might be bottle-fed, But they weren't grown in jars.

And pumping iron got wrinkles out, And "gay" meant fancy-free
And dorms were never coed, In the Land That Made Me Me.

We hadn't seen enough of jets, To talk about the lag
And microchips were what was left at, The bottom of the bag.

And Hardware was a box of nails, And bytes came from a flea
And rocket ships were fiction, In the Land That Made Me Me.

Buicks came with portholes, And side show came with freaks
And bathing suits came big enough, To cover both your cheeks.

And Coke came just in bottles, And skirts came to the knee
And Castro came to power, In the Land That Made Me Me.

We had no Crest with Fluoride, We had no Hill Street Blues
We all wore superstructure bras, Designed by Howard Hughes.

We had no patterned pantyhose, Or Lipton herbal tea
Or prime-time ads for condoms, In the Land That Made Me Me.

There were no golden arches, No Perriers to chill
And fish were not called Wanda, And cats were not called Bill.

And middle-aged was thirty-five, And old was forty-three
And ancient was our parents, In the Land That Made Me Me.

But all things have a season, Or so we've heard them say
And now instead of Maybelline, We swear by Retin-A.

And they send us invitations, To join AARP
We've come a long way baby, From the Land That Made Me Me.

So now we face a brave new world, In slightly larger jeans
And wonder why they're using, Smaller print in magazines.

And we tell our children's children, of the way it used to be
Long ago, and far away, In the Land That Made Me Me.

--Author unknown

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