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To: JustAmy; Mama_Bear; jaycee; MEG33; Billie; Kitty Mittens; gardengirl; DollyCali; WVNan; ...

(Don't know if Amy asked anyone to post holidays in her absence, but, here's what I found for today)

Holidays today include:
Betty Boop’s Birthday (1930)
Smokey the Bears Birthday, 1944
Book lovers Day
International Art Appreciation Day
National Hand holding Day
Dance A Polka Day
Celebrate Your Lakes Day
National Rice Pudding Day
Middle Children's Day

National Lunch With Friends Day
National Marina Day
National Singapore Day

Second week of August:
Knights of Columbus Family Week - Week Two
National Bargain Hunting Week - Week Two
National Apple Week - Week Two
Elvis Week - Week Two
National Resurrect Romance Week - Week Two


717 posted on 08/09/2008 7:51:46 AM PDT by yorkie (Each of us is a vital thread in another person's tapestry)
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To: yorkie

Thanks, yorkie - Mama bear and I have it cover. :)


718 posted on 08/09/2008 7:56:06 AM PDT by Billie (boop-boop-a-doo)
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To: yorkie

Book lovers Day
National Resurrect Romance Week

Raining here—maybe when I get off work, I’ll celebrate romance week by reading a good romance novel and then see what hubby’s doing!


721 posted on 08/09/2008 8:21:57 AM PDT by gardengirl
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In 1950, some careless person started the terrible Capitan Gap wild fire on the Lincoln National Forest in New Mexico. When a strong wind suddenly swept the fire toward a group of courageous firefighters, 24 of them had to run to a rock slide, lay face down, and cover their faces with handkerchiefs to escape the deadly flames. They emptied their canteens over their clothes and swatted their burning clothes. After an hour, the fire moved on. All 24 survived. When the smoke cleared and they caught their breath, they saw a scorched hillside where once a great forest stood.



Amongst the smoldering ashes was a tiny black bear cub, burnt and afraid, clinging to a tree. The cub was nicknamed “Hotfoot Teddy” [though the Kennedy family denies Ted was seen leaving town shortly thereafter]. They searched for the cub’s mother, but could not find her. The cub needed veterinary aid for the burns on his paws and hindquarters, so he was flown to Santa Fe to receive professional treatment. While his wounds were healing, he stayed at the home of Ray Bell, the game warden who flew him to Santa Fe. Ray's daughter Judy befriended the little bear and helped nurse him back to health.

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730 posted on 08/09/2008 9:01:00 AM PDT by OESY
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Read to me riddles and read to me rhymes
Read to me stories of magical times
Read to me tales about castles and kings
Read to me stories of fabulous things
Read to me pirates and read to me knights
Read to me dragons and dragon-book fights
Read to me spaceships and cowboys and then
When you are finished--please read them again.

— Jane Yolen

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763 posted on 08/09/2008 1:18:42 PM PDT by OESY
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To: yorkie

Mmmmm, rice pudding, mmmmmm......

I’ll have to tell the Knights of Columbus at my church that this is their Family Week coming up.


788 posted on 08/09/2008 2:20:56 PM PDT by La Enchiladita (Typical gringa.)
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A picturesque lake: St. Mary Lake and Wild Goose Island along Going-to-the-Sun Road in Glacier National Park, Montana.



In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide earth a spot
The which I could not love the less —
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that tower’d around.

But when the Night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody —
Then — ah then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.

Yet that terror was not fright,
But a tremulous delight —
A feeling not the jeweled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define —
Nor Love — although the Love were thine.

Death was in that poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining —
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.

— Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849),

The Lake — To — (double click new image)

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823 posted on 08/09/2008 7:16:21 PM PDT by OESY
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