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PIECING QUILTS
Piecing quilts
brings memories of happy days gone by
When the children
were young and would either laugh or cry,
How day after
day I would sew, darn or mend,
Altering and
patching seemed never to end.
Each piece of
cloth tells an interesting tale
Of picnics,
parties or of the annual church sale.
Some speak of
programs and first days at school,
Or when the
boys sneaked to the old muddy pool.
A cute little
dress I made of this blue,
I made it for
Florence, she was then age two.
Another little
dress was sewn from that pink,
When Evy first
wore it she stained it with ink.
An apron for
Grandma was sewn from the gray,
I made some
boys' shirts of this heavy chambray.
Our dark-haired
Mayme looked great in this red,
She tore it
while playing in our neighbor's woodshed.
This color on
Lorraine made her look like a queen,
Marrian and
Clarice have smocks of that green.
Since Margie
likes plaids we bought this together,
And the lovely
tan piece was a gift from my mother.
So while I am
cutting and piecing this quilt,
Past days I've
lived over and air castles I've built.
You see a bright
quilt has more warmth as a cover,
When cloth,
love and memories are all sew together. |
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OUR MOTHER'S LOVE
Next to the
wonderful love of God
There is no
other
Like the gentle,
pure, lasting love
Of our dear
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WHY CHILDREN NEED MOTHERS
Listen! and
we'll tell you what our mothers are for,
My children
need them and how they score.
They see that
we've something to both wear and eat,
Wash our clothes,
keep us clean and neat.
Keep our bodies
healthy, well and strong,
Teach us what
is right, and also what is wrong,
Spank us when
naughty and praise us when good,
Send us on errands
and to carry in wood.
They mend our
stockings and the clothes we tear,
Shine our shoes
and comb our hair,
Repair broken
dolls, pick up garments and toys,
Inspect necks
and ears of noisy little boys.
Patch up quarrels
and wipe away tears,
Smooth out troubles
and chase away fears,
Wake us in the
morning and kiss us goodnight,
Only our dear
mothers can do this right.
They kiss away
pain with their wonderful charm,
Nurse us when
ill, and shield us from harm,
Bake for our
lunch pails, and send us to school,
Sign all report
cards, and preach the Golden Rule.
They love and
protect us all through the day,
Although we
be naughty, happy or gay.
They teach us
to love Jesus and say our prayers
These are just
some of our mother's cares.
So let's praise
the mothers in every land,
And always be
willing to lend them a hand,
Show how we
love them day after day,
By the deeds
we do, and the words we say.
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MOTHER'S HAIR
Seven darling
daughters God left in my care,
They all loved
to comb and play with my hair,
When I sat down
to mend, to read, or to rest,
A happy little
girl of whom I am blest
Would climb
up behind me and stand on my chair
To take out
the pins from my thick auburn hair.
She would comb
it, pull it, and pat it down flat,
Snarl it and
part it this way and that,
She would look
o'er my shoulder and into my face
To see if I
realize what's taking place.
Sometimes a
kiss she'll place on my neck,
Or hug me real
hard, I soon look a wreck.
But what do
I care if she pulls more or less?
I wouldn't trade
these moments for anything, I guess.
These dear little
girls who played with my hair,
Soon grew to
be big girls and don't climb my chair.
Now all of my
little girls are grown-up ladies
And often fix
my hair, but not like when babies.
I hope when
my hair has turned to silver gray
They'll still
want to comb it in the same loving way.
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DADDY'S BOY
I wish our brand-new
baby would be a little boy
A husky little
fellow, would fill my heart with joy,
With big brown
eyes, and shiny dark hair
lively little
laddie to be my son and heir.
I hoped this
new addition to our growing family tree
Would be a manly
fellow and think a heap of me.
I'd take him
with me fishing, and teach him how to swim,
He'd learn to
play games fairly, I'd be mighty proud of him.
But -- Our brand-new
baby is not a little boy
I love her just
as dearly, she is my pride and joy,
Her hair is
soft and golden, and her eyes are deepest blue,
My chubby little
daughter, no boy can outshine you.
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LITTLE SISTER
Our darling
little sister
Is so
very, very sweet;
We love her,
dearly love her
From
her head down to her feet.
She has ten
tiny fingers
And ten
teeny, weeny toes,
Two little ears,
two eyes of blue
And the
cutest little nose.
She sleeps,
wakes, smiles and plays
Her little
toys she'll scatter;
She laughs,
cries, coos and sighs,
We love
her merry chatter.
Yes, she is
nice and cuddly.
Bright
eyes and smiling face;
She makes us
all very happy,
No one
can take her place.
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MY DADDY
Who is the smartest man on earth
Who loves little me for all he's worth,
Who has a heart as big as can be
And knows most everything from A to Z?
He's my daddy.
Who is the guy who fixes my shoes
When they rip in the seams and the soles come loose,
Gets up early and builds the fires,
Milks the cows and changes tires?
He's my daddy.
Who goes fishing in the early spring
Gets all wet and don't catch a thing
Tells about the game he got? (almost)
Can he drive a car? You should hear him boast.
That's my daddy.
Who knows exactly how this world should be run,
Works all day 'til the set of sun,
Pays all the bills, day after day,
Sends me to mother when I'm in the way?
That's my daddy.
My grand daddy, too, is a very smart man
He can do most everything my daddy can,
But the man I'm boasting most about
(A wonderful fellow, I can't live without)
Is my dear daddy.
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OUR BOYS
Many a great
man has been heard to proudly say,
"I owe all that
I am to my mother".
Like these mothers
of great men, we mothers of today
Must mold our
boys for the future.
Shall we raise
sons to rob and kill,
Ignore all the
laws of both God and man,
Wretched, crue,
greedy, dishonest men
makers of trouble
since time began?
No! We
want men who are fair at work or play,
Educated, alert,
honest, kind and true.
We want them
to be law abiding, peaceful,
God loving men
- Honorable through and through.
We mothers can
do wonders in molding their lives
When they are
young and in our care,
But when they
grow up and out into the world
We need others
to do their share.
We need good
loving fathers as examples before them,
Willing teachers,
good companions, and neighbors,
Clergymen, businessmen,
instructors in work and recreation,
Honest lawyers,
policeman, patrolmen and others.
If we would
all work together for this great cause,
Showing our
boys the right from wrong,
I'm sure we'll
be rewarded with honorable men
To carry on
faithfully long after we are gone.
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THE MAN I MARRY
He must be honest,
faithful, kind and true,
Snuff and tobacco
he must never chew.
I want him to
have a big warm heart,
And willing
to push a baby go-cart.
He shouldn't
be fat nor yet too lean,
But a happy
medium in between,
He must wear
a smile and never be cross,
As to the kitchen,
remember, I'll boss.
He shouldn't
be old, and not very tall,
One very short
won't do at all.
He must have
a job and do it well,
A good money
maker would be swell.
He should dress
well, be clean and neat,
I could stand
a moustache but no big feet.
He may have
eyes of gray, brown or blue,
Dark hair, light
hair or of reddish hue.
I'd like him
jolly, happy and polite
And never, never
leave me alone late at night.
He should go
to church and there do his share,
For drinking
and gambling he shouldn't ever care.
I'd like him
to relish the meals that I cook,
Be handsome,
healthy and enjoy a good book.
I hope he like
movies and is a good mixer,
A jolly good
fellow, a true life partner.
I want him to
love me with all his heart
And hope never
from me he'll want to part.
But - - maybe
after all when the right man comes along
I'll forget
all these rules and marry him for a song.
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THE GOLDEN RULE
If we should
all follow the golden rule
O'er the pathway
of life to the promised goal
Doing good for
others and others for you,
What a wonderful
life we would journey through.
We would leave
behind jealousy, hatred and spite,
All that is
sinful, harsh words that smite,
And travel with
honesty, kindness and cheer
Love, faith
and charity - year after year.
With such wonderful
pals to prove what is right
We'd be happy
and contented never quarrel or fight,
We'd love one
another as the Lord wants us to,
By doing unto
others as you'd want them to you.
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WHICH ROAD
While traveling through
life, which road do we follow;
The high, the
low, the crooked or straight,
The smooth,
the rough, the wide or narrow?
We had better
check up before it's too late.
The road of
sin is crooked, wide and rough,
Leads to sorrow,
to crime and all wretchedness,
While the road
of God is straight and narrow
Leads to glory,
peace and eternal happiness.
Why follow the
road of sin and sorrow,
Where nothing
is gained and everything lost?
When we can
have peace and joy everlasting
By following
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YOUR NAME
Your name may be short
or it may be long;
It may sound
harsh or sweet as a song.
Whatever the
name, be it old or new,
Keep it spotless
by the deeds you do.
Your father
kept it clean and worthy to wear,
So did his father
with greatest of care.
They proudly
and gladly gave it to you
To wear with
honor your whole life through
Remember, when
you're tempted to blot it with shame,
Your father
and grandfather respected their name.
So keep your
name honorable, spotless and true,
You may have
a son to pass it on to.
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GOOD NEIGHBORS
I like a neighbor
who is frank and just,
An honest neighbor
whom I can trust,
Who never envies
me in any sort of way
But wishes me
happiness all through the day.
A neighbor who
is willing to lend a hand
When I'm in
need, and will understand,
When he is wanted
and when he is not,
A neighbor like
this is worth a lot.
A neighbor who
lends me a tool with a smile
Returns what
he borrowed is ever worth while.
One who is cheerful,
can laugh, play or joke,
Keeps his chin
up when he's all but dead broke.
I like a neighbor
in whom I may confide,
Discuss all
my troubles and joys besides,
A pal who hates
gossip and neighborhood sneers,
Believes what
he sees and just half what he hears.
A neighbor who
is willing to forgive and forget,
Admit when he's
wrong, be glad that we met,
A neighbor like
this is a blessing to man,
I strive to
be like him as near as I can.
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SING
Sing at the
break of day,
Sing at the
close of day,
Sing here or
far away,
Sing, Sing, Sing.
Sing on a sunny
day,
Sing on a gloomy
day,
Sing like a
lark or jay,
Sing, Sing, Sing.
Sing in the
month of May,
Sing on a winter
day,
Sing while at
work or play,
Sing, Sing, Sing.
Sing in the
modern way,
Sing as of yesterday,
Sing in your
own, own way,
Sing, Sing, Sing.
Sing while you're
young and gay,
Sing while you're
old and gray,
Sing now and
every day,
Sing, Sing, Sing.
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