I can’t quote the source for these gems, but enjoy!  Probably a product of the Internet!




How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered?

Can you cry under water?

Can a hearse carrying a corpse drive in the carpool lane ?



How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?



Why do doctors leave the room while you change?


They’re going to see you naked anyway. 7anidr11








WHAT DO WE DO WITH OUR LEFT-OVERS?  Do we chuck them, save for another meal, or do we ever think about a stewardship to the lonely, hungry less fortunate, or confined less mobile shut-in?  Often times a small portion of mashed potatoes or vegetable, will be thrown out, as it is not enough or wanted for another meal.  What if all of your left-over meals were to be placed into a frozen meal for someone in need? It could be kept for distribution or taken to a central place to be stored until needed.  What if ALL of our leftover spaghetti, chilli, chicken pot pie or peanut butter & jelly sandwiches were frozen for this purpose.  Think of all the wonderful home-cooked meals that could be enjoyed, nourishing the hungry for food, as well, as an example of God at work in our lives everyday! THINK ABOUT IT!  LET GOD USE YOU AS AN INSTRUMENT FOR HIS PURPOSE! Attending church is just the beginning of your faith journey to the kingdom of Christ.  You have to live your faith in all you do everyday.  When God calls to you to attend to the least of these, you MUST answer, “Here I Am, Lord.  Use Me!”





Upon the bed, he lays,

Yet so very still,

His body rigid, limp,

Moves not, against his will.

Days pass, unbeknownst to him,

Loneliness, he accepts.

As the days progress.

The weeks pass readily,

He quietly accepts his fate,

Questions, “Why can’t I move?”

His life ebbs ever so slowly,

But never realizes,

That soon- too soon-

Death is beyond the door,

How beautiful the ending be-

A mind frozen in time,

Not aware of what waits for him,

And thee!

Only, Alice are you there?

“Come down & see me,”

He calls endlessly, for the love,

His bride of fifty years.

Her heart heavy with grief

Bears the pain with dignity,

And sets his heart & mind

At rest, for the long sleep-

Where the angels await,

His body with no imperfections,

Heavenly gates open to free

His imprisoned body, at last!



My husband is now being cared for by Hospice.

He is deteriorating quickly.

But there is time to prepare, for what no one knows

The day of resolution!






by Authors  Gilbert Ahiagble, Louise Meyer , Illustrator Nestor Hernandez

This book won the 1999 Best Book for Young Children by African Studies Association

Bobbo is a traditional weaver from Ghana, where his ancestors have been weavers for generations. His young son, Kweku, learns from him, just as Bobbo learned from his father. Through Kweku’s eyes, we see family and community life in the small fishing village of Denu. Kweku learns that in life, just as in weaving, “one thread is weak, while threads woven together are strong.” Magnificent full color photographs.

From School Library Journal
Grade 3-5-A first-rate look at an art form that has been a livelihood in this African nation for hundreds of years. Information on Ahiagble and his family, featured in the book, with details about their lifestyle and the history and technique of strip weaving by the Ewe people, are clearly presented through text and full-color photographs. The authors convey a marvelous feeling for the life and culture of these Ghanaians. Useful suggestions for further reading and a glossary conclude the volume.
Alice DiNizo, Plainfield Public Schools, NJ
Copyright 1999 Reed Business Information, Inc.

One quote from this story is, “Their lives are woven together like threads, on a loom.”  Their cloth of strip weaving are called wrappers.  This cloth is never cut, but are used as a whole piece of clothing on special occasions.  Sometimes used as a skirt, or to lay over shoulders.  Other times to drape around mother to carry baby.  Wonderful photographs, illustrations, etc.  Asamoah’s children will enjoy the book.





 For many years, there was a young man from Ghana, that dreamed of coming to America.  His name was KWAME.  He lived in the seacoast city of Accra.  He wanted a better life for his family, which included extended family members.  As we spoke, he talked about the poverty in his country.  He was the one that everyone depended on, to make a good living in America.  “If I don’t work, they don’t eat.”  “In America, he says, You want work, you find work!” Kwame sends a good portion of his income to his family.  He had left a wife with three children, four years ago. “The little one was on her mother’s breast, when I left”, he explained.  It occurred to me that it was a beautiful way to describe the age of the child.  He tells me that it took 20 years to get a Visa. Now, his wife is waiting for an invitation, to seek a Visa for the family, to come here.  They have not seen each other, since he left his home.  The little one tells him on the phone, “Da-Da come home.  We miss you!” 


 I have never seen such a hard working man, who is now about 46 years old.  He is rarely idle, has a beautiful smile, always appears happy.  I have to wonder about our culture of plenty, compared to this man, without the presence of his family, deprivation, very poor, thankful for litterly crumbs, to be alive, to be in America.  Kwame loves to use the expression “AMERICA”! for every mechanical device, portions of food, our “PLENTY!”
  It is blustery winter now & is very cold.  Kwame peddles his bicycle to my house in all kinds of weather.  He was wearing a thin windbreaker/vest, oversized pants & sneakers.  I gave him my husband’s heavy overcoat & other items for he & his family.  He was so thrilled to get everything.  Somethings, I was going to throw out.  He has a humongous barrel, filled with clothes, food, that he will send to his family in Ghana.  It will cost $50.00 to send across the ocean.  998460-p441

The QUESTION?   How did I come to meet this beautiful Christian man from Africa?  He knows his bible, as he quotes from it, in reference to his life.  “Anything is possible” with God!  He believes it, too.  This child of God, is a Presbyterian, but I want to change that, so we can go to church & choir practice together.  First, he has to get a driver’s license.  We are working on that!

Not to digress anymore, I contacted an agency to send a male home aide, to help me with my terminally ill husband, who is now in Hospice Care. God does answer prayer!  He sent me this wonderful angel, who not only takes good care of my husband, but also looks after me.  He is with me for a few hours in the morning & at night.  He cares for someone else, also, that provided housing for him.  After a snowstorm hit us at the beach, he called in afternoon & said, “Mama, You alright?  Do you need anything?”  I assured him that I was fine. He now worries about Mama.

Kwame hopes to get naturalized soon. He wants to be a citizen!  I think that this country’s people will be proud to add Kwame’s name to the citizenship list, who still believes the American dream (only in America), & will be an asset to citizenry.

I am trying to find a way to bring this family together soon.!  THIS ONE IS A KEEPER!