On this day

Copied from the:
Thomas More Law Center, (link)


It Is the Soldier

It is the Soldier, not the reporter
Who has given us freedom of the press.

It is the Soldier, not the poet,
Who has given us freedom of speech.

It is the Soldier, not the campus organizer,
Who has given us the freedom to demonstrate.

It is the Soldier, not the lawyer,
Who has given us the right to a fair trial.

It is the Soldier, who salutes the flag,
Who serves beneath the flag,
And whose coffin is draped by the flag,
Who allows the protestor to burn the flag.


By Father Dennis Edward O’Brien, USMC

For bug watchers

An interesting article on the

re-emerging Cicadas. (link)


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The Unashamed Workman

2 Timothy 2:15

Study to show thyself
approved unto God, a
workman that needeth
not to be ashamed, rightly
dividing the word of truth.


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Listen in

To Dawn Eden, (link)...

on Sirius radio. Details available
on the link above, or from:

Chesterton and Friends (link)

&

The Daily Eudemon's (link)

Eric Scheske.

A Question from

Sitting on the Rock,
Staring at the Sky... (link)

Can anyone help identify the
source of the painting?

TY!


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A Belated Happy B'day!

To dear Terry!!!

Who did a most exceptional
Me Meme... (link)

as a special treat for us:)

Oh... a-HEM!

Forgive me...

Please heed my advice -

Do NOT have any food or
especially drinks anywhere
near! your computer, while
viewing the Wall of Shame

@

The League of Warm
and Fuzzy Trads. (link)


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for your favorite podcasts at

Podcast Alley, for the month of

May...

Follow the links from CVA! above.

Geeeeeez!!!!

Melodybleu... (link)

I've still got a Q...

Methinks you won the game,
but I'll wait for the official word.

P.S:

Anybody got a U?


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Prayers, please...

for

Melodybleu's mom (link)

& family...

Melodybleu & I have known
each other for over forty years -

We rode the bus to kindergarten
together, & were LPN's by the
time we were eighteen...

Lotsa prayers your way, pal.

Love,
r.


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Oh... NOW I get it!

Enter the KING

WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!

KING. What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day.
Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.


Many thanks. (link)

Lotsa hugs & prayers

for (friend & artist
extraordinaire!) Terry,
from:

Abbey-Roads, (link)

&

Abbey-Roads2... (link)


Who's given up smoking. (link)


xoxo

~ A note of thanks ~

When as a kid of just past ten -
Or almost twelve - Yes, that was when!
I came across a poem so dear
It left me smiling ear to ear.
A tree - the cause of why I grinned,
That laughed amidst the summer wind:)

As decades passed, and years flew by-
"A blog!" I thought I'd give a try;
Hmmm - what to show for all to see?
I'll post my favorite happy tree!
The little one that's not a crier,
Penned by Ernestine Cobern Beyer.

"Hi!" a lady typed one day,
"That's my mom!" she wrote to say.
So it was a rhyme of whimsy
That inspired this verse - (so flimsy!)
To Barbara, Kathie, Margo, Tim-
It's for you all I'm thanking Him!

Herod's tomb

discovered. (link)

Thanks to Mark Shea of

Catholic and Enjoying It! (link)

for the link.


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They're on their way!

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From the Judge Report

R. I. P.

Wally Schirra, (link)

&

Tom Poston. (link)


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For Chesterton lovers everywhere

From:

Let Britannia Rise... (link)


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A New Blog

linked under [crickets]...

Let Britannia Rise, (link)...

Another promising site from:

The Roving Medievalist. (link)


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I wish I had known about this...

sooner.(link)