A Merry Heart
A joyful heart is good
Like a medicine
Soothing out the rough spots
Soothing away life's woe's
Bringing a light to the face
Making it shine
Let your voice be heard
Dancing before the Lord
Yes, laughter is good for the soul
Bringing healing to the heart
Sorrow may last for a night
But joy comes in the morning
True happiness is yours
Just reach out and take it
Then let it show on your face
Don't walk around with a dim light
So laugh my friend laugh
For we are laughing our way
All the way to heavens door
Where we will live forevermore
Once we have entered through........
By Peter C. Salmond
Monday, September 7, 2009
Short Memory Not That Good
If you think you may have heard a story like this before, well you would be right, if you have been following my blog for a while. This was one of the first things I wrote about. Yes, this is the same story, sorry I forgot that I wrote it before.
So it is that, I haven't written about my memories for a while, well here it is again, and I personally will never forget it. Maybe you won't either after hearing it twice. I hope you enjoy it again as much as I enjoy telling it. Watch for more in the days ahead. New ones, for sure. If this doesn't get comments, I guess nothing will. (It's age, I think.)
BLOWER, That’s His Name!
I am the age where I don’t remember much about the threshing days, throwing bundles, filled with thistles and all. But this is a story that I will never forget. It was the day our cat Blower got his name. This was a very funny story, but believe me it was not funny for the cat. I am sure glad cats are supposed to have nine lives otherwise old Blower would have been a goner.
You see, as fall was approaching, we needed to get ready for threshing time. So the old threshing machine had to be checked over from top to bottom, grease nipples had to be greased and all of the chains had to be oiled. Then finally, we would finish by running it for a while just to supple it up a bit and clean out it’s insides of all the chaff and dust and dirt that had collected over the year. Just to clean it up a bit more before the first threshing day came along.
We had brought a few sheaves in just to run through the system to make sure everything was working. I remember watching as my dad and brother pulled the team and wagon up along side of the old tractor we had on the threshing machine. Then, dad started it up, the old machine ground and squealed and finally jumped into motion. What a racket it made as all of the belts, chains, wheels, slates, cogs and paddles started moving very slowly. It was always a fascinating event in the year.
Chuck was about to put in the first bundle and that was when, what I both seen and heard next will never leave my memory. It was a ball of fur, a grey hair ball, a chunk of gray mass, no it sounded like, and it was a cat. It came flying out of the blower spout where the straw usually came out of. But this time ahead of the straw came a cat, that had obviously been hunting mice inside the old threshing machine. He must have been sitting on one of the blower paddles, because he was not even hurt but I won’t ever forget the size of his tail. The hair on his tail was standing up all over his body and his tail was almost half the size of his body. He was flying through the air like a torpedo and if I didn't believe it before, I believe it now, that cats always do land on their feet. He hit the ground feet first and moving very fast, never before or since, have I seen a cat move so fast. That cat no sooner hit the ground and he was off like a lightening bolt, streaking off across the yard. In about 2 seconds flat he went from the threshing machine to the barn, and I believe we never saw him for a number of days. When he did make his next appearance, he automatically became known as BLOWER the cat .
So it is that, I haven't written about my memories for a while, well here it is again, and I personally will never forget it. Maybe you won't either after hearing it twice. I hope you enjoy it again as much as I enjoy telling it. Watch for more in the days ahead. New ones, for sure. If this doesn't get comments, I guess nothing will. (It's age, I think.)
BLOWER, That’s His Name!
I am the age where I don’t remember much about the threshing days, throwing bundles, filled with thistles and all. But this is a story that I will never forget. It was the day our cat Blower got his name. This was a very funny story, but believe me it was not funny for the cat. I am sure glad cats are supposed to have nine lives otherwise old Blower would have been a goner.
You see, as fall was approaching, we needed to get ready for threshing time. So the old threshing machine had to be checked over from top to bottom, grease nipples had to be greased and all of the chains had to be oiled. Then finally, we would finish by running it for a while just to supple it up a bit and clean out it’s insides of all the chaff and dust and dirt that had collected over the year. Just to clean it up a bit more before the first threshing day came along.
We had brought a few sheaves in just to run through the system to make sure everything was working. I remember watching as my dad and brother pulled the team and wagon up along side of the old tractor we had on the threshing machine. Then, dad started it up, the old machine ground and squealed and finally jumped into motion. What a racket it made as all of the belts, chains, wheels, slates, cogs and paddles started moving very slowly. It was always a fascinating event in the year.
Chuck was about to put in the first bundle and that was when, what I both seen and heard next will never leave my memory. It was a ball of fur, a grey hair ball, a chunk of gray mass, no it sounded like, and it was a cat. It came flying out of the blower spout where the straw usually came out of. But this time ahead of the straw came a cat, that had obviously been hunting mice inside the old threshing machine. He must have been sitting on one of the blower paddles, because he was not even hurt but I won’t ever forget the size of his tail. The hair on his tail was standing up all over his body and his tail was almost half the size of his body. He was flying through the air like a torpedo and if I didn't believe it before, I believe it now, that cats always do land on their feet. He hit the ground feet first and moving very fast, never before or since, have I seen a cat move so fast. That cat no sooner hit the ground and he was off like a lightening bolt, streaking off across the yard. In about 2 seconds flat he went from the threshing machine to the barn, and I believe we never saw him for a number of days. When he did make his next appearance, he automatically became known as BLOWER the cat .
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Friendship
May I call you friend
Come winter, spring, summer or fall
A friend walks with me through them all
So, may I call you friend
May I call you friend
Come rain, wind, snow or hail
A friend would walk beside me up every hill
So, may I call you friend
May I call you friend
A friend would face what I face
Yes, they would do them all
So, may I call you friend
Dear Lord, I do not ask a lot
But may I ask for at least one
Or at most a few who would dare come close
Oh Lord, may I have a friend so true
This friend or friends, I would ask
That first off, they would be
Loyal and faithful to You
And then they would be a friend to me
So, may we begin a friendship
Is the cost too high
Death for the Lord
Was what He was willing to pay
To start a friendship with me
May I call you friend
By Peter C. Salmond
Come winter, spring, summer or fall
A friend walks with me through them all
So, may I call you friend
May I call you friend
Come rain, wind, snow or hail
A friend would walk beside me up every hill
So, may I call you friend
May I call you friend
A friend would face what I face
Yes, they would do them all
So, may I call you friend
Dear Lord, I do not ask a lot
But may I ask for at least one
Or at most a few who would dare come close
Oh Lord, may I have a friend so true
This friend or friends, I would ask
That first off, they would be
Loyal and faithful to You
And then they would be a friend to me
So, may we begin a friendship
Is the cost too high
Death for the Lord
Was what He was willing to pay
To start a friendship with me
May I call you friend
By Peter C. Salmond
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Friend
What an honor to be called friend
What a name to live up to
To gain a friend you first
Must be a friend
A friend will listen
When my heart is breaking
And will never blame me
For having a problem
A friend will stand up for me
When an enemy attacks
Taking the brunt of the blast
Shielding me when I am weak
A friend will rejoice with me
When I succeed at a hard task
But will also cry with me when I have failed
Then lending a shoulder to cry on
A friend is not afraid to give
To me wise counsel as needed
To keep me from making
A fool of myself
A friend will risk making me angry
If the need arises
In order to make things right
A friend is a friend at all times
The good, the bad, and the ugly times
A friend will be there through them all
By Peter C. Salmond
What a name to live up to
To gain a friend you first
Must be a friend
A friend will listen
When my heart is breaking
And will never blame me
For having a problem
A friend will stand up for me
When an enemy attacks
Taking the brunt of the blast
Shielding me when I am weak
A friend will rejoice with me
When I succeed at a hard task
But will also cry with me when I have failed
Then lending a shoulder to cry on
A friend is not afraid to give
To me wise counsel as needed
To keep me from making
A fool of myself
A friend will risk making me angry
If the need arises
In order to make things right
A friend is a friend at all times
The good, the bad, and the ugly times
A friend will be there through them all
By Peter C. Salmond
Revival Of The Heart
Fill this heart of mine
With an everlasting love
Loving those at hand
With your love
Lord, fill this heart of mine
That I might show that kind of love
To those who need their souls rekindled
With your mighty saving love
Yes, fill this heart of mine
Rekindled, aflame, a burning from within
A fire ablaze and hard to contain
With a far reaching gracious love
Fill up my cup to over flow
That I might be a harbor, a cove
A resting place in a time of need
Were the weary can drink in your love
So Lord, lift me up, let me stand
Leading the way to your throne
So many may come to the promised land
Making these choices their own
By Peter C. Salmond
With an everlasting love
Loving those at hand
With your love
Lord, fill this heart of mine
That I might show that kind of love
To those who need their souls rekindled
With your mighty saving love
Yes, fill this heart of mine
Rekindled, aflame, a burning from within
A fire ablaze and hard to contain
With a far reaching gracious love
Fill up my cup to over flow
That I might be a harbor, a cove
A resting place in a time of need
Were the weary can drink in your love
So Lord, lift me up, let me stand
Leading the way to your throne
So many may come to the promised land
Making these choices their own
By Peter C. Salmond
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Under His Wings
Under His wings, under His wings I rest
It is there, I find refuge from all my sorrow
My heart hungrily turns to the best
For under His wings it finds it can rest
Under His wings, oh, under His wings
When this earth has no strength for my healing
There I find comfort and strength through the tests
For it is there under His wings I can rest
Under His wings, yes, under His wings I rest
For my God holds me close in His arms
As I lean on His everlasting breast
For it is under His wings that I rest
My friend, rejoice always, pray without ceasing.
In everything give thanks, for this is the
Will of God in Christ Jesus for you.
1 Thessalonians 5:16, 17, 18
By Peter C. Salmond
The first morning after I went to spend a few days with my oldest sister who was very sick and had just gotten home from the hospital. I had some quiet moments and as I thought about this poem I had just wrote, I knew it was so true in many of my own experiences in life. This became my prayer for her, that she too, would find her strength and rest in God, protected under the shelter of His wings.
It is there, I find refuge from all my sorrow
My heart hungrily turns to the best
For under His wings it finds it can rest
Under His wings, oh, under His wings
When this earth has no strength for my healing
There I find comfort and strength through the tests
For it is there under His wings I can rest
Under His wings, yes, under His wings I rest
For my God holds me close in His arms
As I lean on His everlasting breast
For it is under His wings that I rest
My friend, rejoice always, pray without ceasing.
In everything give thanks, for this is the
Will of God in Christ Jesus for you.
1 Thessalonians 5:16, 17, 18
By Peter C. Salmond
The first morning after I went to spend a few days with my oldest sister who was very sick and had just gotten home from the hospital. I had some quiet moments and as I thought about this poem I had just wrote, I knew it was so true in many of my own experiences in life. This became my prayer for her, that she too, would find her strength and rest in God, protected under the shelter of His wings.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
A Poem From A Daughter
In a Note to HER dad a daughter, lovingly said,
"Dad"
There are so many great memories of good time we had when I was growing up
Even though I'm grown and have a life of my own now, I still cherish the memories of the good times with you.
So much of how I live my life and of who I am today is a result of your influence.
You've always been one of the most important people in my life.... and you still are.
So, even though we may not spend as much time together as we once did, I want you to know that you're always with me, right here in my heart.... where you belong.
Written by Larry S. Chengges
Here is her Fathers Response
Dear Daughter
I too, have so many fond memories, of all the fun times we have had over the years, as you were growing up. But now you've done gone , and done it, grown up I mean. Making a life now of your own. But you can count on it, I will always remember those good times, I had with you. So much of who you are, has a lot to do with mom and me. As to how we lived our lives before you, and who we are today, will make a big impact on you in a very big way.
You will always be my favorite daughter, yes my one and only. You were that then, now and always. Don't you forget it! So even though your not sitting on my knee, as much as you once did, I want you to know that there will always be a place for you there, on my lap that is. But where my heart is concerned, you will always be there. Even though we are hundreds of miles apart. You will be there where you belong, very near your daddy's heart. P.S. I love you. Written by your Dad with love on March 26/98
"Dad"
There are so many great memories of good time we had when I was growing up
Even though I'm grown and have a life of my own now, I still cherish the memories of the good times with you.
So much of how I live my life and of who I am today is a result of your influence.
You've always been one of the most important people in my life.... and you still are.
So, even though we may not spend as much time together as we once did, I want you to know that you're always with me, right here in my heart.... where you belong.
Written by Larry S. Chengges
Here is her Fathers Response
Dear Daughter
I too, have so many fond memories, of all the fun times we have had over the years, as you were growing up. But now you've done gone , and done it, grown up I mean. Making a life now of your own. But you can count on it, I will always remember those good times, I had with you. So much of who you are, has a lot to do with mom and me. As to how we lived our lives before you, and who we are today, will make a big impact on you in a very big way.
You will always be my favorite daughter, yes my one and only. You were that then, now and always. Don't you forget it! So even though your not sitting on my knee, as much as you once did, I want you to know that there will always be a place for you there, on my lap that is. But where my heart is concerned, you will always be there. Even though we are hundreds of miles apart. You will be there where you belong, very near your daddy's heart. P.S. I love you. Written by your Dad with love on March 26/98
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