VIOLA TABORS BLOG

A Widow's Pain

noreply@blogger.com (Viola) — Sat, 02 Oct 2010 12:11:00 +0000

The loneliness I feel leaves me empty inside,
Since my soul mate became sick and died.
Alone in the darkness, I can’t control my tears,
While in the day time, I do not show my fears.

I try to be strong and help my family each day,
As I pray the pain I feel will soon go away.
At times I feel so angry that cancer took his life,
Exposed to Agent Orange caused him much strife.

He fought in Vietnam for what he thought was right,
Our soldiers didn’t give up without a brave fight.
Twenty two years for our country, he stood true.
The damage the war caused, the doctors couldn’t undo.

By Viola Jane Tabor

Rest In Peace My Love

Larry Eugene Tabor
7/9/1944 – 8/1/2010

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"GOODBYE FRIEND"

noreply@blogger.com (william) — Tue, 03 Aug 2010 19:56:00 +0000

In the night sky the ring can be heard
the gates wait for an Angel to pass
Welcome Larry you are now in paradise
brought by family and friends at mass.

As a father you were truly loved
as a husband there was no other
friends loved you without any conditions
as if you were a brother.

Taken away to be with the Lord
were your new life will begin in peace
no more pain you have to suffer
it is now therefore a release.

We all will miss our friend
you fought for what you believe
the World owes you homage
democracy through you will breathe.

As you settle in your new home
keep room for your friends and kin
from now on Dear departed Larry
your war is destined to win.

I wanted to meet you friend
but I guess I will have to wait
I look forward to meeting a cherished friend
there's no hurry its never too late.

REST IN PEACE LARRY TABOR I WILL MISS YOU.....BILLY

Larry was no stranger to me, although I never met him personally he was as much part of my life as his dear wife Viola is, sadly we will never meet here on Earth, but I believe when my time comes, Larry will be there to say hello, then we will meet, until then dear friend, rest well, because when I do come you will need all your energy lol ....

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A LOVING FAMILY MAN © Helen Holub

noreply@blogger.com (william) — Tue, 03 Aug 2010 14:07:00 +0000

His loving soul fled softly leaving this earth

in peace and grace

His loved ones know he is now in God's place.

Dear Viola and family, we grieve for your loss

But you have been God's faithful servant all

through your dear husband's painful cross.

Always praying for a miracle knowing God's

will would be

to keep him here or go with God

Either way, our Vi was hurting but her soul was

ready.

Her loss is our loss, too

They had a love that was so true.

Keep them all in your hearts and prayers

Their daughters and families~all who

were theirs.

Someday, they will be together again

We know where, but not the when.

God bless them as Larry is laid to rest

His soul is now at peace

All the pain and agony has ceased.

Our loving sympathy goes out to you

Our hearts grieve, our dearest friend

May you find peace in your loving soul, too.

He was a loving family man right to the end.

Amen and amen.

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REST IN PEACE LARRY

noreply@blogger.com (william) — Sun, 01 Aug 2010 22:39:00 +0000

Dear friends of Viola, this is a message to inform you that her Husband Larry passed away today at 3.34 August 1rst 2010

I am sure you will all know how badly Larry will be missed, although I did not know him personally I knew him very well through viola, as if he was a part of my own family.

Vi we share your grief and please know we will always be here for you.

Billy.

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Update on Larry

noreply@blogger.com (Viola) — Thu, 22 Jul 2010 13:02:00 +0000

Hello everyone,
I am writing this little note to let you all know how my husband is doing. He was moved into ICU a week ago. We almost lost him three times, but with a lot of round the clock care he is stable as of now. I am no longer on the computer so please forgive me for not reading your post or accepting awards. I go to the hospital real early in the mornings and am there until real late at night. It is between a 30 to 45 minute drive to the hospital from where I live, and when I walk through my door all I want to see is a hot tub of water and then my bed. I was told yesterday it will be a long time before Larry will be able to come home from the hospital, providing he makes it. The doctors found a large tumor on the pulmonary artery going to Larry’s heart. A large tumor underneath his breast plate, a large tumor at the end of his esophagus, and it has spread into his lymph nodes. They are 95% sure the cancer started in his stomach, but they can’t get into his stomach to check it out. If they put him to sleep right now he will die without staying on life support so the doctors have no choice but to take one step at a time. Since he can not eat or drink anything because of his lymph nodes being so enlarged and causing him not to be able to breathe they have started him on radiation therapy to shrink them, today will make his 4th treatment. He has refused a feeding tube down through his nose, and they can’t put one in his stomach because of them not being able to put him to sleep. I don’t know what God’s plan for Larry is, but I do know whatever His plan is God will help us all through it. There is no battle to hard to win when you have Jesus helping you fight it, and I refuse to let Larry give up without a fight. I love each of you and I do miss you all, but I am very sure you all do understand why I can’t reply to your comments or new posts. I do thank all of you who left me comments, and those of you who are praying for Larry and my family. That was so very kind and sweet of you, and you will never know how much your caring hearts helps us to get through this terrible time. I will keep you all posted as I have time to do so. Once again thank you so much for your kindness.

Love and Prayers,
Viola

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM BY RUTH ULFIG AND THE SUMMERLINANGELS

noreply@blogger.com (Viola) — Fri, 16 Jul 2010 11:31:00 +0000

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM

You were the best mom in the world.
We have all missed you very much. As

you know except for Frank all of the

boys are gone on to be with you in Heaven.

Those of us left here on earth does have our

problems, but we try to remember what you taught

us. We do our best to keep Jesus in our hearts.

Give Jesus, His angels, and our brothers, Johnny,
Buck, Bobby, and Danny a big hug for us. It won't
be much longer now when we all will be home in
Heaven with you. We love you mom, and we

miss not having your birthday dinners here on eath.

From your children the summerlinangels
Ruth Ulfig, Eunice Mae Blackburn, Viola Tabor,
Janice Jenkins, Jennie Wiseman, and Frank Summerlin.

My sister Ruth Ulfig wrote this birthday wish
in Memory of our mother Eunice Summerlin
She would have been 92 on July 15.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM

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A BIG BOY'S BIKE "JASON PARSONS"

noreply@blogger.com (Viola) — Wed, 23 Jun 2010 23:21:00 +0000

My name is Jason. I am seven years old, but I am small for my age. Last year when Santa asked me what I wanted for Christmas, I said a big boy’s bike. On Christmas morning I ran into the living room to find my dream bike way too big for me. I forgot to tell Santa I was very small for my age. My grandma said I would be riding my new bike before I knew it, but until I could my old bike would do just fine. Two months later I decided to give my new bike another try. I was surprised when grandma let go of the seat I took off riding my big boy’s bike like a big kid.

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THE CELEBRATE POET OF MAY AWARDS

noreply@blogger.com (Viola) — Tue, 22 Jun 2010 18:42:00 +0000

Participation award

Wings of Light Award

Friends Are Precious Award

The Celebrate Poet of May Awards

Once again jingle has honor me with these beautiful awards.

Thanks Jingle to you and all who voted for me. These awards

are amazing beautiful and Jingle designed them.

Love and Prayers,

Viola

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LEARNING RESPECT FOR OTHERS

noreply@blogger.com (Viola) — Mon, 21 Jun 2010 20:57:00 +0000

Left To Right

Mae, Viola, Marie, Ruth

Mother believed in bringing up a child in
the way they should go.
She believed this because the Good Old
Book says so.
She didn’t tolerate any kind of bad behavior
or disrespect.
She believed back on her this would reflect.
<><>
We were expected to have good manners in
all that we did.
And being rude to others she always forbid.
We were always expected to say yes ma’am
no ma’am, yes sir, no sir, please and thank you.
When we left the dinner table we had to say
may I please be excused, too?
<><>
Everything to Mother was black or white.
She said, “It didn’t cost anything to be polite.”
Mother didn’t care who was right or wrong, if
we children got into a fight.
She believed two wrongs never made a right.
We had to say we were sorry and hug each
other’s neck.
If we were not too angry on the cheek we gave
a little peck.
<><>
About anyone, we children were not allowed to
say anything bad.
Mother said, “To find the need to talk about
others would be sad.”
If we children became rebellious, Mother
didn’t speak to us twice.
If she had to speak more than once we had
to pay a price.
<><>
A belt or switch was used for discipline, that
was Mother’s way.
We children understood she loved us
and didn’t want us to go astray.
<><>

AWARDS FROM JINGLE

noreply@blogger.com (Viola) — Sat, 19 Jun 2010 22:06:00 +0000

THANK YOU JINGLE

FOR THESE BEAUTIFUL AWARDS. IT IS

VERY KIND AND LOVING OF YOU TO GIVE

THEM TO ME. YOU ARE #1.

LOVE VIOLA

The Most Admirable Poet Award

The Most Persistent Poet Award

The Most Consistent Poet Award

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HAVING FUN "VIOLA JANE TABOR

noreply@blogger.com (Viola) — Fri, 18 Jun 2010 20:07:00 +0000

Most people think that living on a farm
is all work and no fun.
Everyday Mother sent us children out to
play when our work was done.
<><>
Mother had ten children in all, five girls
and five boys.
Wow, did the ten of us make a lot of noise.
<><>
It didn’t matter how much we yelled or
screamed.
We spent most of our free time in the
woods it seemed.
<><>
We played cowgirls and Indians, and we
climbed trees.
To us jumping out of trees was a breeze.
<><>
The woods became our own personal zoo.
There were many animals to learn about,
and so many things to do.
<><>
A big sand hill in a clearing was our fort,
where we played our war games.
And we were fireman when we pretended
the woods were in flames.
<><>
Some days we didn’t play in the woods
at all.
But no matter where we played we always
had a ball.
<><>
We liked to play mommy and we liked to
play church, for lost treasure we searched.
We liked to sit quietly and count birds,
while in the trees they stayed perched.
<><>
Sometimes we watched the clouds and
described the pictures we could see.
Oh, how much fun we had my brothers,
sisters and me.
<><>

When this picture was taken of us children, only seven of us

were in it. I don't know why three of my brothers were not

in the picture with us. Perphaps they were spending that

Sunday with one of my aunts and uncles. We did that a lot. The

smallest girl you can't see her name, it is Jennie, and the older

girl in the back whose name you can't see is Mae. The other

name I believe you can see clearly. I am the pretty girl in

the center with my name over my head. LOL

Also my picture is center with the poem, but because of

the one side being all white it does not look like it.

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PERFECT POET AWARD THURSDAY RALLY WEEK 23

noreply@blogger.com (Viola) — Fri, 18 Jun 2010 19:30:00 +0000

Perfect Poet Award

Once again I have been honor with this

beautiful award. Thank you jingle, and

everyone who voted for me. You all are the best.

Love and Prayers,

Viola

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DOING GIRL'S WORK "VIOLA JANE TABOR"

noreply@blogger.com (Viola) — Mon, 14 Jun 2010 19:47:00 +0000

On the farm outside work is not all we had
to do.
Mother said, “Learning to do women’s work
was way past due.”
<><>
On a wood-burning stove she taught us to
cook and bake.
She said, “Learning to prepare meals was for
our own sake.”
<><>
It took all day for us to wash clothes on an
old wash board.
While we hung the clothes on the lines to
dry she taught us songs about the Lord.
<><>
Mother taught us how to make quilts and
how to sew.
She believed that these were things young
ladies should know.
<><>
With ashes and water in a big black iron pot
we learned to make lye soap.
Mother had a smile on her face because now
she thought she had given us hope.
<><>
From an outside pump, we pumped buckets of
water to scrub the walls and floors.
Mother said, “After we ironed the clothes,
we could go outdoors.”
<><>
Now the house was clean and everything was
in its place.
Out the door we all rushed, so we could run and
play chase.
<><>

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THURSDAY POET RALLY WEEK 22 POETRY AWARDS

noreply@blogger.com (Viola) — Mon, 14 Jun 2010 11:47:00 +0000

Thanks to all my friends who voted for me.

A big hug I give to Jingle for these most beautiful awards. Thank you my

special friend from the bottom of my heart. You are so loving, and kind.

Love and Prayers,

Viola

Awards From Jingle

The Most Romantic Poet Award

The Most Respectful Poet Award

The Most Trustworthy Poet Award

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Perfect Beauty Award From Trisha

noreply@blogger.com (Viola) — Sun, 13 Jun 2010 15:08:00 +0000

This beautiful award was given to me by

my wonderful friend Trish. She designed

this award herself. Thrish you are the

sunshine in my life. Thank you from the

bottom of my heart for this awesome award.

I just dearly love you Trish.

Viola

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noreply@blogger.com (Viola) — Sat, 12 Jun 2010 20:54:00 +0000

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WORKING AS A FAMILY "VIOLA JANE TABOR"

noreply@blogger.com (Viola) — Thu, 10 Jun 2010 19:22:00 +0000

On this piece of farm land there was a lot
of things to learn and do.
My siblings and I learned them all as we
grew and grew.
<><>
Mother taught us how to chop fire wood,
and how to milk the cow.
In the fields we also learned how to use
a plow.
<><>
We had to sow the seeds into the soil, and
we had to learn how to use a hoe.
Mother said that this was a must for us
all to know.
<><>
We fed the chickens then gathered all the
hens’ eggs.
The rooster chased us around the barn
yard trying to peck our legs.
<><>
We thought that feeding the pigs would
be a piece of cake,
but going into the pig pen was a huge
mistake.
<><>
The old sow was feeding her babies and
got bent out of shape.
We ran for our lives around the pig pen
trying our best to escape.
<><>
The turkeys, dog, and the cat didn’t give
us any trouble at all,
but we thought the horse was going to
burst out of his stall.
<><>
Everyday of the week we were busy as
we could be.
But it was nice in the evenings when my
family relaxed under the big oak tree.
<><>

The picture is of my brother Johnny holding my youger sister Jennie.

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THE CELEBRATE BLOGGER OF APRIL AWARD

noreply@blogger.com (Viola) — Wed, 09 Jun 2010 17:49:00 +0000

The Celebrate Blogger of April Award Short Stories

Friendship Award

Participation Award

I would like to thank Jingle and the ones who voted

for me for these beautiful awards. I love each and

every one of you with all my heart. Thank you for

being so loving, caring, and kind to me.

Love and Prayers,

Viola

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FORGIVENESS "VIOLAJANE TABOR"

noreply@blogger.com (Viola) — Tue, 08 Jun 2010 20:00:00 +0000

Matthew 6:14-15

14: For if ye forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you.
15: But if ye do not forgive men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.

I have seen so many people that I care about ruin their lives because of their inability to forgive. Animosity is like cancer; eventually it will eat at you until it has physically, mentally, and spiritually destroyed you. Forgiving someone who has hurt you deeply is not easy, but it is essential if you expect Jesus to forgive you of your wrongdoings. Forgiveness simply is not an option. Jesus’ purpose for forgiveness isn’t for the wrongdoer’s benefit. It is to protect the heart of the one who was hurt. Jesus knew if He allowed His children to hold resentment in their heart toward another person it would hinder them from growing into mature Christians, and their bitterness would damage their relationship with Him.

Forgiveness has nothing to do with emotion; you don’t have to personally go to the person who hurt you and get all teary eyed, and you don’t have to hug the person’s neck, and then say, “I forgive you.” Neither is forgiveness about someone apologizing to you or being sorry for what they have done to you. It is simply about you, and has nothing to do with those who hurt you. It is about you choosing to release yourself from pain, and about you moving on past the hurt; mainly, it is about your obedience to Jesus. All that is required for you to do in order to forgive is just simply say, “I am getting past this,” and let Jesus help you heal. Then, put it in the hands of Jesus and go on with your life. Trust me, the person who hurt you is not moping around and losing sleep over what was said or done to you, so let that anger go.

I can remember at the age of three how devastated I was when, in the middle of winter, my Father disappeared, leaving Mom with seven children in a cold shack with no food or money. His selfish act caused us much suffering, pain, and hardship. Although my siblings and I struggled with the anger we felt toward him, Mom chose to forgive him and put him in Jesus’ hands and go on with her life. All through my childhood Mom’s side of the family continuously belittled my Father, but not once, can I remember Mom saying anything that would have degraded him. For ten years of my childhood, I chose to hold hatred in my heart toward him, but when Jesus came into my heart He gave me victory, and replaced my hate with love and joy. My obedience to Jesus set me free, and twenty years later, when Father stood at my front door, not showing any remorse whatsoever, and announced that he was my Father, I could invite him with open arms into my home.

Colossians: 3:13: Forbearing one another and forgiving one another, if any man has a quarrel against any: even as Christ forgave you, so also do ye.

If you are one of God’s children then you are required to forgive. There is no way getting around it. He said in His word that vengeance is His. You are serving a loving, forgiving, and merciful God. He will give you the strength to forgive those who did you wrong so you can move on with your life and enjoy a closer walk with Him.

Note: I know that several poems, and stories has been posted on forgiveness in the last few weeks. Because of this I wasn't going to post what I have written , however some of you said that you would like to read it, so I decided to share it with you.

LIVING ON THE FARM "VIOLA JANE TABOR"

noreply@blogger.com (Viola) — Mon, 07 Jun 2010 18:02:00 +0000

This piece of farm land covered many
miles;
more than enough space for any child.
I came to live on this land when I was
three,
my mother, brothers, sisters, and me.
<><>
The grounds we tilled with our own hands.
As a family we completed my uncle’s
demands.
All over this land we were free to roam;
as long as by dark we children were home.
<><>
We grew our vegetables, and canned our
own food.
Our favorite cooked vegetable was
tomato stew.
<><>
We worked hard each day in the field.
A thousand bushels of products each year
we yield.
We had many animals on this old farm.
Some were for food and some protected us
from harm.
<><>
Mother taught us to make our own butter
and lard.
Our hands were rough from working hard.
<><>
Sometimes we were happy and sometimes
we were sad.
No matter how we felt, before going to bed,
we thanked God for what we had.
<><>

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Poetry Awards for Week 21

noreply@blogger.com (Viola) — Sat, 05 Jun 2010 21:15:00 +0000

The Most Perfect Poet

The Most Confident Poet Award

I would like to say from the bottom of my

heart, thank you Jingle and all those who

voted for me to receive these beautiful awards.

You guys are the best.
Love and Prayers,

Viola

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WEEK 20 POET'S RALLY POETRY AWARDS PLUS BY JINGLE

noreply@blogger.com (Viola) — Sun, 30 May 2010 22:05:00 +0000

The Most Flexible in Style Poet

The Noblest Poet Award 20

The Most Self Motivated Poet Award

The Most Valuable Blogger Award

The Cutest Blogger Award

Jingle, I feel so honor and bless just to know you

and all my many blogger friends. I am so touched

by all of your love and kindness. You all are so special

and I know God is going to give you all many awards in

Heaven. May I add all you deserve to have the best. Thank

you for these beautiful awards, and thanks to all of you who

voted for me.

Love and Prayers,

Viola

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CELEBRATE POET OF APRIL AWARD TO VIOLA

noreply@blogger.com (Viola) — Tue, 25 May 2010 00:20:00 +0000

Celebrate Poet of April Award

A big thank you to Jingle and all those who voted for me.

Love Viola

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POET RALLY WEEK 19 POETRY AWARDS FOR VIOLA

noreply@blogger.com (Viola) — Sun, 23 May 2010 23:52:00 +0000

The Most Charming Poet Award

The Most Beloved Poet Award

The Most Inspiring Poet Award

JINGLE

YOU ROCK

Love Viola

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BEYOND THE VEIL "MARILYN FRANCIS

noreply@blogger.com (william) — Sun, 23 May 2010 17:51:00 +0000

A POEM FOR LINDA :)

BEYOND THE VEIL
I CAN NOT SEE.
WHERE MY LOVE
...YOU WAIT FOR ME.

BEYOND THE VEIL.
I CAN NOT TOUCH.
YOUR LOVING ARMS
I NEED SO MUCH.

BEYOND THE VEIL.
I CAN NOT GO.
FROZEN IN TIME
I MISS YOU SO.

BEYOND THE VEIL.
I CAN NOT HEAR.
YOUR LOVING VOICE
SO FULL OF CHEER.

BEYOND THE VEIL
I CAN NOT PART.
YOU TOOK MY LOVE.
YOU TOOK MY HEART.....

MAFLongfellow

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