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I was born in 1929, in Boston, Ma. This picture was taken in my younger days. I am still a blonde, but I think that's about all that is the same. My face has a lot more character,(fine lines) and I am so much wiser. I have been on my own for 25 years. Just me and my kids..
I have one sister, Nancy. Lost my Mom in 1948 and my Dad in 1976.
I have five wonderful children and six marvelous grandchildren, whom I love dearly.
I have been married twice and thank The Lord for the resulting children.
We have lived in a variety of places in Ma. R.I. Fl. The farm house on this page is a replica of our farm in Middleboro, Ma. the place we all called home.
Times change and so do families. Mine is all grown up and only two of my children live in Ma. One in Pa., One in Fl.. One in Ky. My grandchildren are in Texas, Florida, Kentucky and Ma.
I miss them all and don't ever get to see them enough.
I have put a few things down here that I think explains me and my thoughts.

Please read on and at the bottom please come into my garden and meet my family. Thank You for visiting me.





Accept me as I am-I have no guarantee
A claim to perfection I have not
Perfect I cannot be.
I, like you...am human.
Prone to make mistakes. Failure is not a character flaw,
Just a part of the human makeup.
I live, I laugh and I also learn.
My knowledge is incomplete.
I am searching all the time
in waking hours as well as sleep.
I have a long road to travel, as well as you do.
We learn our lessons on the way.
Wisdom we shall accrue.
Accept me as I am
Because I am....Me
And You are You
No one like me in the world.
That is my only guarantee.






Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have
their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lessor persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in
misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be careful. Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann © 1927





And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said,
"Speak to us of Children." And he said: Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you, And though
they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of to-morrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the
infinite,
and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the Archer's hand be for
gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.


by Kahlil Gibran from "The Prophet"





Our grandchildren accept us for ourselves, without rebuke or effort to change us, as no on in our entire lives has ever done, not our parents, siblings, spouses, friends-and hardly ever our own grown children.
Ruth Goode



                              My friend Debbie was good enough to make the background from an image I gave her...so smart...Thank you Deb.






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