An American Medley
Posted on 05/24/2002 1:43:40 AM PDT by Snow Bunny
Good to see you Jen, I hope you have a great day.Back in Illinois when I was a little girl, my mom was trying to get rid of the squirels and my Dad was only concerned he kept enough bird seed in the feeder in the winter for the birds, because the squirels kept eating it.
So he set out an extra feeder thinking the birds then could have their own. So cute !
But the squirels didn't figure that part out....LOL.....
Thank you, and good afternoon, TL. :)
Freedom Is Worth Fightin For !!
Molon Labe !!
An American Medley
Have a great day my friend.
Thank you for keeping us informed how the Finches are doing.This is so precious, these tiny little lives.
Thank you so much my wonderful friend.
Freedom Is Worth Fighting For !!
Molon Labe !!
Thank you so much for your service to our country!!!!
I am so glad you posted this from the tombstone. I love that quote so much. I think it is one of my very favorites and it says it all too.
(((((( hug ))))))
giggle....so many bikini's and not enough days to wear them. heh heh....glad you found a way to get rid of some. Of course you know when we do pull into another port, if they have a nice selection, LadyX, Victoria,Misty and I may just have to at least try a few on. heh heh....then a nice drink with an umbrella afterward.
Good to see you ofMagog!!
You see, Coby and I are Texans, so we didn't catch it - it's just the way it IS here!
Was her name Marylou?
"What was that for?" he asked.
"That was for the piece of paper in your pants pocket with the name Marylou written on it," she replied.
"Two weeks ago when I went to the races, Marylou was the name of one of the horses I bet on," he explained.
"Oh honey, I'm sorry," she said. "I should have known there was a good explanation."
Three days later he was watching TV again when she walked up and hit him in the head again, this time with the iron skillet, which knocked him out cold.
When he came to, he asked, "What the heck was that for?"
"Your horse called."
Westmoreland :
"Oh, but if we had but one more from England here this day."
Enter Henry:
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 called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
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 Crispin'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 remember'd.
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 remember'd;
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 accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
--KING HENRY V, Act IV, Scene III
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