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Jeannie Stark Turner '48 (Judy's sister) received this from a friend
and sent it to us
thought you might enjoy.
Harvesting
By Dianna Gilliam (justpeachy@greenhills.net)
Do you ever go wandering the fields of
your mind
To places and people you left far behind?
You remember so clearly what you thought
would last
And realize now it is part of your past.
How quickly time passes as older you
grow;
When you were still young it seemed
slower than slow!
How eager for thirteen, sixteen, twenty-one;
You've since seen thirty and forty,
yet you've only begun.
You isolate moments and memories held
dear
But time has them enshrouded, they're
no longer clear.
The person you were then and the person
you are,
The total of memories from near and
from far.
Some painful, some funny, some you cannot
recall;
Overwhelming experiences from here seem
so small!
Where are the acquaintances, the friendships
you once knew?
Do you suppose any of them ever thinks
about you?
If you could sit down together just what
would you say?
Would you change anything if you could
just relive one day?
So many decisions you made then and
words left unsaid
Would the reality of now match the dreams
in your head?
Sometimes fields must lie fallow to insure
that they thrive,
And we must press ever onward if we
expect to survive.
The person you are and the person you
will be
The sum total of experience destined
for eternity.
COPYRIGHT: Dianna Gilliam
Postal Service??
Faith L. Derickson (fldd@juno.com)
'Twas the week before Christmas and in so many ways
the post office claimed, "We'll deliver your letters in two or three
days."
So on Wednesday I rushed to post to my son
a letter to Hawaii; a very important one.
"He needs to get it by Saturday," I rave,
"if the gift coupon in it his money will save."
But true to form, as we should have expected,
they couldn't deliver; no savings this time on the item he selected.
Then for my birthday on January 6th,
'twas a greeting from my sister I expected next.
'Tis true indeed, though to believe it is hard,
it took ten whole days to deliver my card.
Through rain and snow and sleet they say
they'll deliver your mail every day.
But one can never be sure to know
just where one's mail is apt to go
nor just how long the journey will be
for the letter to travel from you to me.
So next time they promise to deliver with speed
don't hold your breath if it's on time you need.
Now moving is a whole new game,
especially if you and two sons have the same last name.
We all lived together in the same little town,
till one day we all decided to move around.
We notified the USPS.
We were sure they'd handle the rest.
Oh how mistaken we turned out to be.
Our mail was in trouble for the families three.
Dad's letters went to number two son;
while his mail headed for son number one.
Dad got notes meant for one son or the other,
but seldom got mail meant for the father.
But we must give credit where credit is due.
They got it right--in a year or two.
Getting your mail to a new place
should be as plain as the nose on your face.
You leave your new address with the USPS
and expect your mail in no time at all--more or less.
And though they got the address all wrong,
your mail arrived all along,
until you corrected the new street name;
from then on your mail never came!
So if you plan to move, notify both family and friend
they may never hear from you or you from them again.
To answer my long list of questions,
to get new ideas and/or suggestions
the TV ads, with songs and dancers,
tell me to call for all the answers.
Dial 1-800-USPS
but only if you want headache and stress.
The simplest problem will soon become
a looming cloud hiding the sun.
Take for example you plan a trip
and want delivery stopped--just for a bit.
It soon becomes very clear
the operator doesn't use logic and cannot hear.
After spelling your name two or three times
your heart rate is up, your temperature climbs.
You give up on that to try for the date;
how hard could that be to communicate!
After all this you begin to realize
you should have just left without all these tries
to say, "Hold my mail, don't deliver,"
and hang up the phone with a sigh and a shiver.
So beware my friend of 1-800-USPS
or you could end up with a lot of stress.
I could go on about the pictures all wet,
or the film the processor never did get,
or the postman who didn't knock on the door
but left a note to pick up my package next day after four,
or the time the mailman honked his horn in the rain
so I'd get wet and quite dry he'd remain.
But suffice it to say when my congressman votes
to raise the prices to send letters and notes,
he won't be MY voice in Washington, D.C.
and he won't get any future votes from me!
COPYRIGHT: Faith L. Derickson
We have had terrible USPS service. Will list one of the
thank you notes that I sent the other day (in a very nice card).