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Memorial Day -Dolores Fruth
All the flags are flying Up and down the street, And as we line up near the curb, We hear the drummers beat. “Stars and Stripes Forever”, The band plays on and on. The marchers feel the heartbeat Of our nations psalm. A smaller flag is now unfurled Upon a hero's grave. The sunlight fades beneath a cloud. The colors seem to fade. No matter if the flag is old Or new and crisp today, It will remind us of the ones Who gave their lives away. The red is for the blood they shed, The white for noble deeds. The blue says we will e'er be true To our country's needs. So fly the flag today, my friend. Its stars and stripes will stand For God and for America, Our strong and noble land. Treasure at Passavant Look around and you will see Our treasure and its powers. It strengthens us in many ways We claim it now as ours. It is the many servicemen Who call our campus home. They do not talk about their deeds Or where they had to roam. No bragging ‘bout the hardship Or the terrors they lived through. They fought for God and freedom Just for me and you. In World War 2 the Nazi’s Thought they had the upper hand But Hitler was defeated When Yankees took their stand. The Japanese at Pearl Harbor Surprised us in December. Our boys stood tall and conquered all. A day we will remember. They fought to help Korea. They went to Vietnam. Some people taunted our good men Who never did us wrong Now other wars have come and gone And still our sons we send. We will protect our golden land With blood, is there no end? This treasure lives among us And we must not forget The freedom that they gave to us With never a regret.
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To the left is my lovely friend who celebrated her 105 birthday on May 20th. She is very alert and enjoys her friends here at Blue Ridge She is the oldest resident at Passavant Community.
We have a friend at Blue Ridge Who we all think is great Her birthday at one hundred five Is cause to celebrate. So now to Emma Nesbitt On the 20th of May We are so glad to call her our friend And wish her joy today. -Dolores Fruth2020
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MOMS THE WORD Dolores Fruth
There are all kinds of MOMS in the world today. Which one is yours? It's hard to say. Combine them all and you will see A composite MOM for you and me.
The DOCTOR MOM will feel your head: Asks "Does it it hurt, is your throat red?" She cautions you, "Don't read in this light, Your eyes will dim, take care of your sight!"
The SERGEANT MOM says, "Act your age, This is my house, you are the page. Straighten up now and follow my way, As long as you live here, you'll do as I say!"
There are SUPER MOMS who run all day From home to job. They rarely play. "I'll do it myself." is their urgent cry. As we all sit back as they rush on by.
The COMEDIAN MOM has lines of her own; "You'd forget your head if it wasn't screwed on," "What if your face stayed just like that?" It's an "awkward stage" or "baby fat."
The PROPHETIC MOM says, "Why listen to me. I'm just your mother, but wait and see, When you have your own kids someday. You'll thank me for what I had to say."
The DEAR MOM tells us, "Say thanks and please." "Write to Grandma.", "Eat your peas." "Don't whisper because it's impolite." And "Kiss all around when you say goodnight."
The PHILOSOPHER MOM will help us through. "You can't eat your cake and have it too." "You made your bed, now lie in it." "Wait till Dad gets home, most any minute!"
All of these MOMS are familiar, we know. We feel their concern as we stumble and grow. We notice that love is what they expressed. Beneath all the words, they want what is best.
*************** Reflections on Mothers Day Dolores Fruth
I glance at my reflection To find my Mother’s face. I do not know just how or when This miracle took place. I see them folded in my lap, They are my Mother’s hands. When did they change? I can’t recall, It surely wasn’t planned. I walk as in my Mother’s shoes. I emulate her gait, And as I reach the golden years, I also match her weight. These traits are mere coincidence Unless I now can find That I shall also kindred be To Mother’s heart and mind. Mu face and form are not what counts But how I feel inside. If I can be transformed this way My Mother has not died.
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