Barbara C. Rowe's Blog, page 29
January 24, 2014
“The find of the year” One of many stories…They just think I’m an AIRHEAD, but I’m just unusual!
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During the renovation of my country home, many situations presented themselves. All situations, unusual. On this one quest of mine to find some Indian relofact, I did almost everything short of a TP. We lived close to one of my husband relatives that we had become good friends. All the time, she would give me history lessons and stories of the mountains and her family, including the immediate surrounding area. She took me on a walk one day, not a long one. Telling me how the lands use to be inhabited by Indians, and a lot of Indian arrow heads had been found, even a piece of pottery, she thought. I didn’t think much of it anymore until one afternoon. Cleaning up the property had become quite a chore for me, getting rid of all the old, odd pieces, racking the yard and racking and digging large rocks out so I could mow the yard easier. Of course my friendly hardware store man had gathered up all the tools I might need for the undertaking. Yard work was something I had no experience doing. This particular day, I was tackling the chore of digging the rocks out of the ground. Rather large ones at that. Bingo! I started finding broken clay pieces. Oh Goodness! I was so excited. Remembering the stories my friend had told me. Piece by piece I was finding them. Sssome large and odd shaped, but a plain and beautiful rusty color. Most of the day I worked filling the wheel barrel pretty much full. I was going to be rich and famous. Except what if they wanted to tear down the house and declare it sacred ground or something like that? Deep thought had to go into my decision who to tell. Finally I decided to share with my husband, so I called him, for he was out of town at the time. He had a few choice flavorful words to say and then instructed me to call his Dad to come over. Now, I must say that he and his Dad disagreed with almost everything on me redoing the house. Probably because I behaved most of the time like a complete idiot. I would listen to them both and then do what I pleased. He thought since I was a city girl I was incapable of handling important tasks, and what was considered a mans job. I was determined on hands on experience. Well Dad came over to see the great find. He was absolutely astonished at all the mess the yard was in, let alone my precious find. I was so excited. He bluntly told me I had finally done it. Done what? Find the great treasure of the century. His next words were well flavored also.
It seems to my disappointment and total humiliation I had succeeded in digging up the whole drainage line to the septic system, which was made out of clay pieces. Oh boy! Was I going to get in trouble. This was going to take a lot of money. Of course he had to tell his friends and neighbors and there neighbors. So I was probably the joke of the town, maybe even the county. Gosh! They said there was no telling what I would come up next., or even if the house would survive my hands on renovation. Surprisingly, my husband didn’t get to awfully mad, for he was too busy laughing, and the sneering and laughing of friends soon quieted down. You can bet a darn shovel was no tool had had any use for anymore, or least for the time being. A new septic system and field line had to be put in anyway so no real harm done except to my pride.
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“Do they really exist?” A Husband To Cherish
I have posted this before, but I have another reason for posting this today.
I am very protected by my husband because of an attach on me years ago
and the fact that I seem to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. He says
I don’t have danger radar. Where we live is not the greatest because of
housing, so there are some unsavory people in the area. At his request I am
not to go out to the car at night or empty the trash alone, but I did, only to run
into a man who was high on something and coming toward me. Before I had time to react,
I saw my husband reach out and grab the man by the back of the neck and said calmly,
“Where you planning on going to the hospital tonight?” The man wised off at my
husband, but then turned around to see this mean muscle bound man with a very
angry look on his face, so he took off running. He had been standing by the door, watching me.
There are many reasons why I love this man, but one is his first priority is always, Me.
I pray that all woman can be so blessed to have a loving and protective, but not possessive mate.
God Bless you all, With Love, Barb
Heart of a Warrior
He stands brave through all adversities
Allowing his instincts to help make his judgment call
Even though he has a warrior’s spirit
His heart is loving and pure
All who know him, know he is selective in whom he trusts
Yet as a friend he is one for life
I wonder if he truly knows his worth to those in his life
Does he perceive himself as one who makes
A profound difference in this world?
If there were true battles in this day in time
One on a daily basis to survive
He could and would stand his ground
To any that stood against justice and humanity
Oh, how honored any would be
To be loved and protected by this man with
The Heart of a Warrior
Dedicated
To
My Loving Husband
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“Whispers From Heaven”
“Whispers From Heaven”
Some years ago I lost a child; a little girl, not born yet. Through my sorrow, I wrote this as a tribute to my child. It was a comfort and was later written in a card to another who had lost a child.
Sometimes, in our grief, we find peace that God has a plan, even in our darkest hours.
Whispers from Heaven
Angels sing in harmony
Softly in the sky
Preparing for an arrival of
One so special in our Father’s eye
They prepare a cradle and a pillow
Soft as the clouds
They spin a beautiful blanket of angel hair
Of their work, they are so proud
There is a golden ring
Hanging to one side
Molded of pure gold
For one so sweet could not be denied
Below there is a mother
Rocking in her chair
Singing to her child
She is soon to bare
At her feet there is a cradle
The best made by man
She has made a pillow and a blanket
She has done the best she can
There hangs a knitted cap
To place on baby’s head
Mother’s love reaches beyond all boundaries
That’s what people have always said
Our Father says, “She’s sleeping
This tiny baby girl
She is to be one of the tiniest angels
Of all the babies of the world.”
He holds the mother tightly
With loving care
He tells her that her baby
Is for all of heaven to share
A tear rolls down her face
As she watches the angels fly
Taking her baby girl
Up in heaven’s sky
In the realm of heaven
The angels sing
They place upon the baby girl
An angel’s golden halo ring
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“Wounded Warrior” Something to “ALWAYS” Remember
A Thought For The Day “Wounded Warrior”
We as the American people have so much to be thankful for, but trouble is brewing. The sacrifices our men and women have made for our freedom is inconceivably costly. They give an oath to our country and its people, but our politicians will not allow them to pray, openly. FREEDOM of religion. I THINK that is in the constitution, but it is not honored by those in leadership. My question is…What are they fighting for, if their own beliefs are being taken away? I’m not a political person, but a true American, who wants to honor those who fight for our freedom abroad. As for here………in America…..WE, as the people, need to fight to take ALL of our rights back.
We, my husband and I, have 3 children and 5 grandchildren (which are still young), and it worries me what kind of freedom will they have. Even more disturbing, is the men and women who are permanently injured from fighting for our country, will not be able to enjoy the rights they fought for.
My husband and I discussed what would we do if both of us were killed at the same time and where would our money go. Our children are taken care of, our grandchildren lack for nothing. So we came to conclusion that the ones who protect us from foreign threats, can’t protect us from domestic, if the leaders are the ones who threaten us. Maybe that is where our money, after we are gone, should go.
We all have seen the program of “Wounded Warrior” and the organization who is attempting to help take care of their needs. I am concerned that our country is already taking many benefits away from the people who need them, so will they take the responsibility of aiding our Soldiers? They didn’t after Viet Nam!
So, I ask all that read this, please check out the “Wounded Warrior” program and see if you may be able to help. We are the police of the world, so to speak, but we need to see to our own first.
Thank you for all the Soldiers then, now and in the future for what we have. We honor you and we WILL help see to your needs in time of trial.
God Bless America….That means ALL of you. With Love, Barb
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January 7, 2014
A Fun Contest...Giveaway books
Reblogged from Barbara C Rowe Author:
This month I am going to have a fun contest about my three recently published books. Every other day or so...randomly, I am going to check my
blog site and choose one person to send a promo of one of my books. Their choice. So if you wish to play, just make a short comment and like your favorite post. Which ever is the last post for that day...WINS.
Post it on your blog sights, if you wish. It is all in fun.
A Fun Contest…Giveaway books
This month I am going to have a fun contest about my three recently published books. Every other day or so…randomly, I am going to check my
blog site and choose one person to send a promo of one of my books. Their choice. So if you wish to play, just make a short comment and like your favorite post. Which ever is the last post for that day…WINS. Hope you will join in the fun and my chance to share some of my books. I will notify the winners and post on the site. ENJOY!
If you feel like giving a review once you have read your choice, or recommend it to a friend, it would be appreciated.
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it would be appreciated.
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