Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Happy New Year
Friday, December 05, 2014
WHAT CHILD IS THIS.....
This child pictured with his parents is our father. He was born on this day 100 years ago.
12-05-1914 Dad's 100th Birthday today.
June 19, 2008 Ronnie Bennett of THE ELDER STORYTELLING PLACEwas kind enough to share the story I wrote about our dad's life titled "LITTLE OWEN". He was an amazing man and minister in the Methodist Church for 40 1/2 years and beyond retirement. He was loved immensely by family, friends and church members.