<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291036096319705346</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2026 04:42:16 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>animals</category><category>memories</category><category>old days</category><category>ferrets</category><category>stories</category><category>family</category><category>history</category><category>nature</category><category>poems</category><category>the boys</category><title>Old Digger</title><description></description><link>http://olddigger.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Margaret Cloud)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>213</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291036096319705346.post-5002338144660862140</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2015 12:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-08-10T10:51:14.275-04:00</atom:updated><title>Family Update</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 150%; padding-bottom: 20px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
Hi Everyone, This is Margaret&#39;s son, Doug, and I am posting this in case anyone still watches or visits my Mom&#39;s blog. My Dad passed away on June 5. I had been taking care of him here at our home, but it became too much for me and so I put him in the same nursing home as my Mom. He did not want to be there and I think this is why he stopped eating. Not having much control anymore over many things at his age I think this is the one thing he could control (the eating). So I believe this was my Dad&#39;s way of saying, &quot;I&#39;m done.&quot; I was with him at the nursing home right before he passed. I was watching him sleep and he was not sleeping well. He seemed so small and frail and I asked God to please not let him suffer anymore. He passed two hours later.
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My mom is still in the nursing home. She is doing well for now, but Hospice has been called in to evaluate her. Hospice says she is doing better, but you can&#39;t stave off the inevitable. She still suffers physical side effects from her heart attack and because of her age and the congenital heart failure. I&#39;ve been told these symptoms will only get worse as time goes by. I can do nothing but wait. In the meantime I visit her, show her pictures of things on my phone, talk about the old days when we were all here living in this house as a family. Now it&#39;s just me.
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I have started to take care of her blog again. I&#39;m currently attempting to replace some of the images and photos that disappeared and uploading them to my new hosting server. It&#39;s not much, but this blog was something she loved and I want to keep it maintained. At least for now anyway. I feel so useless and out of sorts these days. Doing this gives me some small measure of sanity and purpose, even if it isn&#39;t that much.
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</description><link>http://olddigger.blogspot.com/2015/08/hi-everyone-this-is-margarets-son-doug.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Margaret Cloud)</author><thr:total>44</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291036096319705346.post-1431227563824378450</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Sep 2012 21:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-12T20:39:34.704-04:00</atom:updated><title>Nice Day For A Visit</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 150%; padding-bottom: 20px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;img alt=&quot;Me and the folks&quot; src=&quot;http://dougdraws.com/olddigger/meandfolks.jpg&quot; title=&quot;Me and the folks&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Me and my folks relaxing in the yard.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thought I would post an update on how things are going. Today my mom came home to visit. We sat in the yard, talked and played with the dog. My mom is still in the nursing home, but she is doing better than she was. She still can&#39;t speak very well and she doesn&#39;t have full use of her right arm, but she can get around with her walker and wheelchair. She called my niece yesterday from the nursing home on her own. Sarah asked her if someone had called for her and she said she had done it herself and even remembered the number.
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My Mom with Jackson.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sarah had asked me a few weeks ago to move in, because she just wanted to have me around and also to help out with chores. Since my brother passed (her dad) and my mom had her stroke she has been kind of lost over here. Being here feels kind of strange without them around. I still haven&#39;t fully accepted my brother being gone and neither has Sarah. When we talk about it it&#39;s like we&#39;re talking about some other family. It&#39;s weird how quickly things can change and when they do you feel sort of alien and lost.
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My mom and dad in the yard with the dog.&lt;/div&gt;
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But for now my mom is doing great and we are very happy about that. She can come to visit and we can go see her at the nursing home here in town anytime. And now that I&#39;m living here with Sarah and my dad we at least have each other and we can be thankful for the blessings God has given us.
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At the end of 2011 my mom had a heart attack and was taken to Mercy hospital in Muskegon. While she was there she had a stroke, and was paralyzed down the left side of her body. After being held there for several weeks she was finally released to a nursing facility here in Grand Haven.&lt;br /&gt;
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She has made some encouraging progress since then. She has recovered most of her mobility, but she is still unable to speak or use her right arm very well. She gets very aggravated because she can&#39;t articulate to us what she wants to say. Last week while I was there with my niece Sarah my mom sat up and was trying to tell us something. We waited. Finally, as tears welled in her eyes, she managed to say, &quot;I have no home anymore.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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My niece has taken over the house my folks lived in and she is handling the rent and bills and keeping an eye on my dad, who isn&#39;t doing very well himself. My brother drank himself into a stupor and Sarah had to call the ambulance to take him to the hospital. After being there for several days they told her that he would never recover and so they sent him to a rehab facility in Fremont. So now it&#39;s just me and Sarah trying to keep what little family we have left together, for the time being at least.&lt;/div&gt;
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Last week they allowed my mom to leave the nursing home and come back to the house for a short visit. She was able to sit outside with Sarah and my dad and enjoy the quiet of her yard once more. She can continue to come home or go for drives as long as she is doing well. She makes progress everyday, because my mom is very stubborn and refuses to give up. Her beloved computer is now gone. I had my own drama happen at the beginning of 2012 and I&#39;m now staying in the basement of a friend&#39;s house. I gave the computer to my friend&#39;s son, and his wife is using the computer desk. I have the monitor.&lt;/div&gt;
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We certainly had a traumatic new year here at the Cloud residence and while things can never really go back to what they were, we can only hope and pray that what we do have will improve.&lt;/div&gt;
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- Doug Cloud&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://olddigger.blogspot.com/2012/05/new-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Margaret Cloud)</author><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291036096319705346.post-4616164565586419850</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2011 17:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-14T13:07:00.929-05:00</atom:updated><title>A Child&#39;s  Christmas Eve Dream</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Last night I had a lovely dream, but strange as it could be,&lt;br /&gt;For on the hill beside our house, stood a great Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;It glowed with lighted candles, right at the top a lighted star,&lt;br /&gt;And round it dancing in a ring, children from lands afar.&lt;br /&gt;Polite little English girls,  Swiss boy&#39;s with funny skis,&lt;br /&gt;Dutch children in queer wooden shoes. joined hands with shy Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;Turkish lads is  tassled fez, tots from France, Greece and Poland.&lt;br /&gt;Laughing as the children do, in the safety of a free land,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my dream&#39;s a prophecy, of Christmas to be,&lt;br /&gt;When little children everywhere, can sing because they are free.&lt;br /&gt;I surely  wish with all my heart, this day of Jesus birth,&lt;br /&gt;That peace and love and happiness, soon cover all the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to wish all my blogging friends==A  very Merry Christmas and may all your dreams come true, love=Margaret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://olddigger.blogspot.com/2011/12/childs-christmas-eve-dream.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Margaret Cloud)</author><thr:total>35</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291036096319705346.post-2102594725913564454</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2011 16:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-01T12:08:30.578-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Night Before Christmas</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Clement Clarke Moore (1779-1863), wrote the poem &quot;The Night Before Christmas&quot; also called &quot;a visit from St. Nicholas&quot; in 1822. It is now the tradition in many  American families  to read  the poem every Christmas eve. The  poem has redefined our image of Christmas  and Santa Claus. Prior  to the creation of the story  of Twas the night before Christmas St. Nicholas the patron of children had never been associated with sleigh or reindeer&#39;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clement Moore the author of the poem, The Night Before Christmas was a reticent man  and it is believed that  a family friend, Miss H. Butler sent a copy of the poem to the New York  Sentinel, who published the poem. The condition of publication was that the author of The Night Before Christmas was to remain anonymous.  The first publication  date was December 26, 1823 and it was  an immediate success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not until 1844 that Clement Clarke Moore claimed ownership  when  the work  was included  in a book of his poetry. Clement Clarke Moore came  from a prominent family and his father-Benjamin Moore was the Bishop of New York, who was famous for officiating  at the inauguration of George Washington. The tradition of reading The Night Before Christmas on Christmas eve is now a world wide institution and tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://olddigger.blogspot.com/2011/12/night-before-christmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Margaret Cloud)</author><thr:total>16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291036096319705346.post-7976178768592733287</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2011 14:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-26T09:05:56.716-05:00</atom:updated><title>Waiting For Winter</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Right now I crave the quiet days that brings along with winds that sweep the streets clean of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What wonders lies in cold times, the ground gets bright like the moon  in the night sky, and during those times when the moon shines, she tends to brew up a gloomy atmosphere for all to bathe in and all to sleep through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those peaceful times!&lt;br /&gt;Those peaceful times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem by Ralgy Cepeda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://olddigger.blogspot.com/2011/11/waiting-for-winter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Margaret Cloud)</author><thr:total>16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291036096319705346.post-4095466889021772472</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Nov 2011 17:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-20T16:49:55.030-05:00</atom:updated><title>My Year 1933</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Some facts that occurred the year I was born, I found interesting. It was a common year, starting on a Sunday of the Gregorian year. As you probably guessed, this is my birth year (November 24th), my birthday comes on Thanksgiving every seven years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few facts that happened in the year 1933. Construction of the Golden Gate bridge in San Francisco Bay begins. The U.S. Congress  votes for the independence of the Philippines. U.S. Constitution is ratified, changing Inauguration Day from March 4th to January 20th.. Mount Rushmore was dedicated. A powerful earthquake and  tsunami hits Honshu Japan, killing  3,000 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Great Depression, President Roosevelt declares a &quot;bank holiday, closing all the banks in the United States, and freezing  all financial transactions. Dachau, the first Nazi concentration camps, it opened March 22nd. 1933. The Jews called for a boycott of German goods. Beer is legalized in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first alleged sighting of the Loch Ness monster occurs. The first drive-in  theater opens in Camden, New Jersey. A United Airlines Boeing 247 destroyed near Chesterton, Indiana by a bomb. This is the first proven case of air  sabotage  in airline history. Albert Einstein arrives in the US as a refuge from Nazi Germany and accepts a position at Princeton University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Deal by President Roosevelt unveils  Civil Works Administration designed to create jobs for more than four million of the unemployed in our country. The 21st amendment goes into effect, alcohol becomes legal in the United States. King Kong movie is out. Aldof  Hitler becomes Chancellor of Germany.  Gas was 10 cents a gallon. Rent was $18.00 a month. Bread was 7 cents a loaf. Hamburg was 11 cents a pound. Average labor wages was $20.00 a month. This may seem like a dream but most were unemployed or their salary was small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed these and Hope you all have a very happy Thanksgiving, don&#39;t eat too much, know I probably will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://olddigger.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-year-1933.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Margaret Cloud)</author><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291036096319705346.post-3590481963299647708</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 21:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-14T16:48:41.903-05:00</atom:updated><title>Facebook</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;My facebook problem has been solved, thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://olddigger.blogspot.com/2011/11/facebook_14.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Margaret Cloud)</author><thr:total>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291036096319705346.post-6509446319933442764</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2011 15:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-13T10:24:34.799-05:00</atom:updated><title>Facebook</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;I just found out that my facebook account is blocked and I am trying to find out who is using my account. Just wanted to let you know why I can not post. Has this ever happened to any of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://olddigger.blogspot.com/2011/11/facebook.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Margaret Cloud)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291036096319705346.post-2174610544861937704</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2011 15:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-07T10:27:03.522-05:00</atom:updated><title>Coming Back</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;I will be commenting on your blogs by the end of the week. I appreciate all your kind comments. I guess we all get into the blue stage of our lives, especially in our older age of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate feeling sorry for myself but I guess this is what I am doing, please forgive me for doing this. We do have our health and I am glad I live in America and have the freedom we all share. I have missed you all and I guess I will come and see what you are up to (I missed this most of all).==love=Margaret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://olddigger.blogspot.com/2011/11/coming-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Margaret Cloud)</author><thr:total>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291036096319705346.post-8770024865175728502</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 00:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-05T09:39:24.904-04:00</atom:updated><title>Ode To My Dog Spot</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Even though it has been sixty-seven years since I last saw you, I still think of you. You were my dads dog and he had a few years with you before he was killed at work. I remember seeing  you lying  by his bed with sad eyes, hoping he would come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was only a young child of  seven years and don&#39;t remember too much of your first two years. I am sorry to say I don&#39;t remember ever feeding you but I am sure I did, especially after my dad died. You did follow us all over the neighborhood. You must of been a good dog because the neighbors never complained about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is my mom had to sell our house and we had to move to another state and live with my Aunt Lottie and her family. You came with us but things did not work out for you there. My mom found you a home back in our old neighborhood and I am sure you missed us. Again we had to move this time to Michigan to live with our Aunt Margaret, and I knew I would never see you again, this made me sad for many a years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found you one last time before we moved, you were with your new family. I really cried to know I would never see you again. I never forgot about you and over the years I wondered if you had a good life. I also wondered how your little life ended, I hope of old age.  I think of Spotty ever time I read my friend Abe&#39;s story&#39;s about his dog Pepper Jax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write this with a heavy heart and tears in my eyes, This is the first dog we had, and things did not go our way either, we were left alone a lot. I really can&#39;t remember too much about Spots care after my dads death, because we were scattered to the wind, doing what ever we wanted (unsupervised), my mom had taken to drinking and spent much time at the bars, sometimes not coming home all night. and sometimes not  for a day or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a memory like my blogger friend Linda, then things would come to me. I don&#39;t know how to put pictures on my posts, but if you click on Family Pictures above and  scroll down to see Spot sitting up with my Grandfather. you will see him. Sad days make for no sunshine but my blogger friends make the rays of the sunshine break through the clouds and brighten my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry I sound so blue, but things around here have not changed, please bear with me, I  feel better getting this out of me and feel Spot heard me==love Margaret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://olddigger.blogspot.com/2011/11/ode-to-my-dog-spot.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Margaret Cloud)</author><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291036096319705346.post-6407689035737915543</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Oct 2011 14:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-19T10:32:58.678-04:00</atom:updated><title>To My Friends</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Hi,  to my good friends, I would like you to know I will not be posting for a while. All the luck to you and will post comments on your blogs after a bit. I am tired and can&#39;t think what to write about anymore.  My husband is no better, and other issues have risen. So, goodbye for now, love you all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://olddigger.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-my-friends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Margaret Cloud)</author><thr:total>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291036096319705346.post-872354981415464293</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Sep 2011 15:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-11T18:52:38.476-04:00</atom:updated><title>Vitamins &amp; Minerals</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Vitamins and Minerals are essential nutrients that our body requires daily in order to function normally. Vitamins are a complex organic molecules that are required to carry out the normal functions of our body. Minerals are the basic components of all matter and are essential in building the body cells, therefore, minerals are called as building blocks of the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important to know how our body works. Ever day our body manufactures 200 billion red body cells and every 120 days our blood supply is totally replaced. Every 1 to 3 months our skin regenerates and our bone structure is destroyed and rebuilt within 90 days. Thus, to carry out this major rebuilding of the body, vitamins and minerals are very essential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vitamins are divided into two types: fat soluble and water soluble. Fat soluble vitamin are stored in the fat tissues and liver. They can remain in the body up to six months. When the body requires these minerals, they are transported to the area of requirement with in the body with help of special carriers. The fat soluble vitamins include vitamin Water A, D, E and K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water soluble vitamins are not stored in the body like the fat soluble ones. They travel in the blood stream and need to be replenished every day. Water soluble vitamins include the vitamin B group and vitamin C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minerals are important as vitamins in the development of our body. They are known as &quot;spark of life&quot; as they have a multi-functional role in our body. They are found in cells, tissues, organs, in fact the whole body . There are two types of minerals essential minerals and trace elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essential minerals include calcium, iron, magnesium, phosphorous, potassium, sodium and sulfur. The trace elements are required in very minute quantity than vitamins and minerals. They include boron, cobalt, copper, chromium, florid, iodine, manganese, molybdenum, selenium, silicon. and zinc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minerals play an important role in catalyzing or activating an enzyme in the body. If there is deficiency of any mineral, it may lead to acute or chronic ailments. Decrease in potassium and magnesium may lead to heart attacks. Minerals help in prevention of osteoporosis, cancer, arthritis, goiter, gastrointestinal problems, periodontal disease  and anemia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potassium, sodium, iron and calcium phosphates are essential in nerve formations. Minerals are needed for controlling body fluids inside and outside the cells. They help in converting the food into energy. If even a single mineral is deficient in the body, the normal functioning of the body cells gets hampered. Proteins, carbohydrate, fats and vitamins are rendered useless if there are no minerals to catalyze. the chemical molecules  in the body. Thus, without the minerals, body cannot function normally. Before you start on any vitamin or mineral tablets, you should consult your doctor for advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read about the vitamins and minerals I have mentioned, go to this  link I t will be the first one on the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.buzzle,com/articles/why-do-we-need-vitamins-and-minerals.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: I do believe that the second paragraph is worth  knowing about your body function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://olddigger.blogspot.com/2011/09/vitamins-minerals.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Margaret Cloud)</author><thr:total>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291036096319705346.post-3715734323769601105</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Sep 2011 15:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-04T09:19:16.002-04:00</atom:updated><title>Prelude</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;My very next post will be a little long but it is worth the read. I usually don&#39;t like to post long ones but when I started to read this it was so interesting I did not know where to stop, and I wanted you all to know this, it is important to know how our body functions. Besides I think it is something you should know, hope you enjoy it. I can&#39;t believe it, I just posted my 200th blog, OMG it took me three years to do it, but it was worth every word. I enjoyed all of your blogs and I learned a lot, like recipes, your travels, lots of antiques, how to decorate  with those vintage items and jokes, quotes, lots of garage sale items, the list goes on, ,thanks to you all. Friends are great and I loved all of you, especially when I was down you brought me up. We are not over the hump yet, but hopeful it will get better. LOVE=Margaret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://olddigger.blogspot.com/2011/09/prelude.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Margaret Cloud)</author><thr:total>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291036096319705346.post-733084360167134843</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Sep 2011 22:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-28T07:49:14.432-04:00</atom:updated><title>SEASONS</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;A Season is a division of the year, marked by changes in weather, ecology and hours of daylight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasons result from the yearly revolution of the Earth around the sun and the tilt of the Earth&#39;s axis relative to the plane of revolution in temperate and polar regions, the seasons are  marked by changes in the intensity of sunlight that reaches the Earth&#39;s  surface, variations of which may cause animals to go into hibernation or migrate, and plants be dormant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During May, June and July, the northern hemisphere is exposed to more direct  sunlight, because the hemisphere faces the Sun. The same is true of the southern hemisphere in November, December and January. It is the tilt of the Earth that causes the Sun to be higher  in the sky during the summer months which increases the solar flux. However, due to seasonal lag, June, July and August are the hottest months in the northern hemisphere and December, January and February are the hottest months in the southern hemisphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some tropical and subtropical regions it is more common to speak of the  rainy (or wet or monsoon) season versus the dry season because the amount of precipitation may vary more dramatically then the average temperature. For example in Nicaragua the dry season (November to April) is called summer and the rainy season  (May to October) is called winter even though it is located in the northern hemisphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other tropical areas a three-way division into hot, rainy and cool season is used. In some parts of the world special seasons are loosely defined based on important  events such as a hurricane season, tornado season and wildfire season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may go to Google and learn more, here is the link;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://olddigger.blogspot.com/2011/09/season.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Margaret Cloud)</author><thr:total>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291036096319705346.post-6435642187139031291</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2011 17:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-20T16:03:09.187-04:00</atom:updated><title>OLD GLORY=PART TWO</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;On June 14, 1777, in order to establish an official flag  for the new nation, the Second Continental Congress passed the following  Resolution : &quot;Resolved, that the flag of the  United States be made of thirteen stripes, alternate red and white; that the union be thirteen stars, white in a blue field, representing a new Constellation.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May 14, 1804, by order 0f President Thomas Jefferson, the explores Lewis and Clark set forth on their journey to map and record the vast territory of the recently acquired Louisiana Purchase. Traveling by boat, foot and canoe. After two years of travel they carried the American flag all the way to the shores of the Pacific Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the two day bombardment of Ft. McHenry  in Baltimore harbor. on the morning of September 14th, 1814. the battered garrison flag was still visible. Young lawyer Francis Scott Key was inspired by sight to write his famous poem, which later became the national anthem. That flag featured fifteen stars and fifteen stripes, and is now on display at the Smithsonian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flag featured in the iconic photo &quot;Raising the Flag on Iwo Jima&quot; taken by Joe Rosenthal was the second flag raised on Mt. Suribachi that day, larger then the first . Both flags are preserved at the National Museum of the Marine Corps. Like all US flags during World War two, they boast 48 stars, as Hawaii and Alaska had not yet joined the union as states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 20, 1969, the world watched breathless as Neil Armstrong made history. The first man to set foot upon the moon, he planted a specially  supported US Flag. The Flag still stands, next to a plaque which reads, &quot;Here Men From The Planet Earth First Set Foot Upon the Moon, July 1969 A.D. We Came in Peace For All Mankind.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://olddigger.blogspot.com/2011/09/old-glorypart-two.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Margaret Cloud)</author><thr:total>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291036096319705346.post-2530861689864196097</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2011 12:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-19T13:23:44.441-04:00</atom:updated><title>OLD GLORY=PART ONE</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;On September 3, 1777, the US flag was flown for the first time at the Battle of Cooch&#39;s Bridge in Delaware. Over the next two centuries, the flag would become one of the most recognizable in the world, and stands today as a symbol for the values of the American people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nickname &quot;Old Glory&quot; was coined for the flag in 1831 by Capt. William Driver of Salem, MA. As he set sail on his whaling vessel, the Charles Doggett, he raised the large flag of 24 stars. Seeing it as it caught the ocean breeze, he dubbed it &quot;Old Glory&quot; Capt. Driver&#39;s  flag survived his sea faring life as well as the Civil War, and now housed by the Smithsonian in Washing, DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exact hues used in the flag have been designated by Congress as &quot;White &quot;, &quot;Old Glory Red&quot; and &quot;Old Glory Blue&quot;. They were formally standardized in 1946, and are the colors used in flags produced for use by the US Federal government. The United States Flag Code was devised by a committee of 68 organizations organized by the American Legion in 1923. It was adopted as law by the US Congress in 1942, and dictates proper display and treatment of the flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first version of the Pledge of Allegiance was written by Frances Bellamy, circulating manager of the Boston-based magazine, &quot;The Youth&#39;s Companion,&quot; in 1892. Bellamy circulated a simple leaflet to schools nationwide with the recitation and requested students repeat it in front of the flag on Columbus Day. That year on Columbus Day (October 12th, 1892), 12 million children said the Pledge of Allegiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During World War 1, citizens from across the country sent letters to the Capitol urging that the flag be flown continuously  over public buildings in Washington, DC. Since then the flag has been flown 24 hours a day over the White House and many historical land marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flag Day, June 14th, was declared by President Woodrow Wilson in 1916, but the US flag was celebrated in its own right before that. The earliest known reference dates from 1861! Communities across the US mark Flag Day with parades and picnics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link from Google that you will find interesting about Flag etiquette.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.usflag.org/flagetiquette.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://olddigger.blogspot.com/2011/09/old-glorypart-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Margaret Cloud)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291036096319705346.post-1630066552494954721</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Sep 2011 18:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-07T16:24:44.316-04:00</atom:updated><title>Laura Elizabeth Ingals Wilder</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Laura Elizabeth Ingals Wilder was born in the big woods of Wisconsin on February 7, 1867, she died on February 10, 1957, living to be 90 years old. Laura is buried in Mansfield, Missouri, with her husband Almanzo and daughter Rose Wilder Lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the schools houses when Laura was young were one room, students of all ages attended. The students had to buy their own supplies and books which was purchased at the General store for a few cents. Students brought their lunch in a small pail. Male teachers was paid more than female teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura taught three terms of teaching but she had never attended a college. Although Laura never kept a diary she did write constantly throughout her whole life and saved  nearly every scrap of paper that she wrote on. Laura  wrote down her thoughts on life, her famuly and the people and places around her and her little house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura&#39;s first book &quot;Little House Big Woods&quot; was published in 1932 and she next wrote &quot;Farmer Boy&quot;. Girls and Boys wrote to her asking what happened to the little girl in big woods, so Laura continued writing her series of books, her last book was published in 1943. After her death a manuscript of her first four years of marrage was found among her belongings she was writing when Almanzo passed away but she did not have the heart to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almanzo Wilder was born in Malone, New York on February 13, 1857. Almanzo and brother Royal decided to try and homestead in the Dakato territory and this is where he met Laura Ingals. They were married on August 25, 1885, they moved to Mansfield, Missouri in 1894. This would be the last home of Almanzo, he had been weakened from diphtheria when he was young but it was his heart he had trouble with later in life, he died on October 23, 1949 at the age of 92.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they lost their crops and their home burnt they moved to Minnesota with his parents, both Laura and Almanzo were sick with diphtheria . Almanzo had a sister whose name was Laura so to not cause confusion Almanzo nicknamed his wife &quot;Bess&quot;, short for Laura Elizabeth, this nickname followed her all the rest of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can go here http://discoverlaura.org/discover.html#q28    it will be the first one at the top_&quot; Discover&quot;,there is a lot of information there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://olddigger.blogspot.com/2011/09/laura-elizabeth-ingals-wilder-was-born.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Margaret Cloud)</author><thr:total>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291036096319705346.post-2564783346060298038</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2011 15:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-04T17:19:13.578-04:00</atom:updated><title>Will You Remember Me</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Rosanne Cash, born May 24, 1955, in Memphis, Tennessee, she has three younger sisters. Her father is the famous country singer Johnny Cash. Rosanne wrote this song for her step-mom June Carter Cash (Johnny Cash&#39;s second wife), it is titled &quot;Will You Remember Me&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember me, like the circle of stones,&lt;br /&gt;On the ancient hills where you walk alone?&lt;br /&gt;Where the wind can speak my secret name,&lt;br /&gt;Like the air you breathe, will you remember me.&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember me as your airplane flies?&lt;br /&gt;Over foreign seas and breaking skies-&lt;br /&gt;Like a perfect child you can&#39;t bear to leave,&lt;br /&gt;In your last long days, will you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember me on the edge of life,&lt;br /&gt;Where time runs slow; where song can fly&lt;br /&gt;In these shuttered rooms, where we say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;When the soul is free, will you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;When there&#39;s no need to breathe, will you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosanne wrote this song after June and Johnny passed away. June died May, 2003 and Johnny passed away same year on Sept., 2003. Both their family&#39;s are still involved in music. I might note that June and Johnny&#39;s home burned to the ground in 2007. They lived in it for 35 years and sill lived in it when they passed away and they wrote most of their music from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://olddigger.blogspot.com/2011/08/will-you-remember-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Margaret Cloud)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291036096319705346.post-2620281773062581763</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Aug 2011 21:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-30T16:02:17.475-04:00</atom:updated><title>Cozy Kitchen Quotes</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;I received my 2012 calender today from &quot;Vet&#39;s First&quot;, a United Spinal Association and would like to post it now instead of waiting until 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January==Eat, Drink and be Merry...for tomorrow we surly Diet!&lt;br /&gt;February==Forget Love..Wouldn&#39;t you rather fall in Chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;March==Never Underestimate the Power of a Cozy warm Cup of Tea!&lt;br /&gt;April==Happiness is Home Brewed!&lt;br /&gt;May==A Happy Cook makes Thyme Fly!&lt;br /&gt;June==Happiness is like jam...You can&#39;t Spread even a Little, without getting Some on Yourself!&lt;br /&gt;July==When life gives you Lemons, Make Lemon Ade!&lt;br /&gt;August==Housework never killed anyone, but why take a Chance?&lt;br /&gt;September==This is an Equal Opportunity Kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;October==Kitchen Help needed, Apply here!&lt;br /&gt;November==Keep in mind...Stressed is Desserts spelled Backwards.&lt;br /&gt;December==Holiday Tea-Cranberry, Cinnamon apple, and etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed these. Hope your summer is going great, but alas, fall is upon us. I love all the seasons, my favorite is fall, so much going on.&lt;br /&gt;Spring==rebirth of all nature, and the last of snowstorms and Memorial Day.&lt;br /&gt;Summer==lazy days, sunburns, picnics and swimming and the Fourth of July.&lt;br /&gt;Autumn (Fall)==falling leaves, crisp nights, harvest time, school and Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;Winter==falling snow, sledding, hayrides, cool crisp mornings, Jack Frost and Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://olddigger.blogspot.com/2011/08/cozy-kitchen-quotes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Margaret Cloud)</author><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291036096319705346.post-2730763775897098071</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Aug 2011 20:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-25T18:45:30.315-04:00</atom:updated><title>One Fine Morning</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;I was telling  a blogging friend of mine today, that I should post about an experience I had many years ago, while metal detecting, it was very scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning I went to Lake Michigan to do some metal detecting, it was around eight thirty in the morning. As I approached the lake I noticed the water had drawn out a ways in one section of the lake. I was astonished and looked up and down the shore and noticed it was just in this one spot, the lake had receded  out about 15 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I recovered I decided to go out there and check it out, this part of the lake was always  covered with water and I thought I might find something valuable.  I did strike on something, as I bent down to retrieve it, I heard something and looked out toward the lake, the  water had started rushing in real fast and I started running toward shore as fast as I could, but did not make it, the water caught up with me. The water was up to my waist before I reached shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a good thing I did not fall in the water, because the box that holds the batteries of my metal detector is  not water proof. The  thing that I found was an old charm bracelet not worth a penny and wasn&#39;t even engraved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that there was an  earthquake up  in the northern part of Lake Michigan. No one had seen this happen here, I was the only one on the beach at the time. I went home, all shook up. Do you have a scary story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://olddigger.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-fine-morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Margaret Cloud)</author><thr:total>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291036096319705346.post-6942472763511692042</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Aug 2011 13:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-22T18:11:30.825-04:00</atom:updated><title>One Life At A TIme</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;This is a fictional story, it will carry the full reason why we never know if this will happen to us next. Too many TV reports and also in newspapers and magazine, I  am sadden of these shootings. Sometimes a story will makes us realize the lives that are touched by senseless   acts of violence, and a lot of times these shooters don&#39;t even know the people they shoot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and Susan had met in college and were now among the working class. Josh loved computers and was glad he was hired, just today, by a large legal firm. Susan has worked for two months for an accounting firm.  So they chose this Sunday to go out and about, just because life seemed worth living. They now could look forward to a future together and children, which  they both loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was getting late into the evening and they had just come from their favorite movie. Josh walked Susan home and they kissed briefly on her door steps, she turned and waved goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan had just shut the door and she heard gunshots, she rushed back outside and saw Josh lying on the sidewalk. She ran over to him, he was lying on his back, with two bullet wounds in his shirt. The blood was already running out on the pavement, the bullets probably hit a major artery. The neighbor had already called 911, because he was sitting on his door steps and was fortunate that the shooter had not seen him  but sad for the man that was shot , because Josh was dead, and Susan was hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a scene that is repeated all over the country and most of the time the shooter gets a way with it. But, Josh&#39; s  shooter was caught, thanks to the neighbors discription. Here are two young lives shattered by one senseless act of violence.  Susan will grieve for Josh and her one true love. Yes, people go on and try to put their lives back together but things will never be the same. This kind of grief  seems to rip your heart out and the pain never goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had read about another shooting and thought I would comment on it. This has not happened to anyone I know and I hope it has never happened to anyone you know. I also know we should have our gun laws changed but most people have guns to protect their property and their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://olddigger.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-life-at-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Margaret Cloud)</author><thr:total>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291036096319705346.post-5262370904189360602</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Aug 2011 11:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-17T08:41:49.075-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Mighty Sequoia</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Giant Sequoias are the most massive trees on earth. Many of these cinnamon colored giants stand almost as tall as the Statue of Liberty and date back 3,500 years, making them among the largest and oldest trees on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a small portion of the original range of Giant Sequoia groves remain, with over half lying within the boundaries of the Giant Sequoia National Monument, which managed by the U.S. Foewst Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Department of Agriculture and U.S. Forest Service are considering several plans that will allow logging within this ecologically landmark...a move that will threaten the survival of the Giant Sequoia ecosystem. It is essential for the Secretary of Agriculture to reserve plans to log this area, and to take steps to protect this precious place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the lumber industry is allowed to log in this area, bulldozers and other heavy logging equipment will be allowed to plow through the Monument&#39;s fragile habitats,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old growth forests in the Sierra Nevada have already been reduced by 60-85% as a result of logging on National Forest and provate timberlands,  The protected lands of the Giant Sequoia Monument provide a critical sanctuary  for unique  wildlife of the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citizens in the United States overwhelmingly support conserving and protecting our land, air and water for our children and grand-children. Our time to push forward is now. We must push the Department of  Agriculture and the Forest Service to withdraw their plans to allow logging, and to come out with a new plan which will manage the Monument like the adjacent Sequoia National Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only with an active citizenry can the Sierra Club stop the logging industry from destructive actions that will forever damage America&#39;s forest and natural treasures like the Giant Sequoia Vational Monument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://olddigger.blogspot.com/2011/08/mighty-sequoia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Margaret Cloud)</author><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291036096319705346.post-8375957022419815668</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Aug 2011 13:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-12T15:23:12.242-04:00</atom:updated><title>God Bless America Again</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;God bless America again;==Bobby Bear/Boice Hawkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless America again, you see all the troubles that she&#39;s in, wash her pretty face, dry her eyes and then God bless America again.&lt;br /&gt;God, I sure to wish you bless America again, you know like you did way back when it all began.&lt;br /&gt;You blessed her then but we just sorta, kinda took it for granted and never did ask again.&lt;br /&gt;So just hold her hand God that&#39;s all and if she should stumble please God don&#39;t let her fall, God bless America again.&lt;br /&gt;You know I don&#39;t understand everything I&#39;m reading here, about what&#39;s wrong with America. But, when you don&#39;t have a lotta book learnin I guess there&#39;s a lotta things you don&#39;t understand. But, let me say this God, she&#39;s like a mother to me, and all I am and ever hope to be, I owe to you and to her.&lt;br /&gt;So, wash her face and dry her eyes and then God bless America again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was sung years ago on the Grand  Ole Oprah by Loretta Lynn and Bobby Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://olddigger.blogspot.com/2011/08/god-bless-america-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Margaret Cloud)</author><thr:total>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291036096319705346.post-5637302068993078845</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Aug 2011 21:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-07T15:29:49.636-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Great Adventure</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;This started out to be one of those muggy, rainy Saturdays but turned out to be a scary adventure, that ended on a happy note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah had tied out her new puppy (Jackson) to do his business and because it was raining he wanted right back in. She let him in but did not shut the door all the way. Jackson was put in the bedroom, because the Ferrets were running in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron (Sarah s dad) said he felt fresh air in the kitchen and realized he had shut all the windows because it was raining. He quickly went to the entrance porch and discovered the door to the outside open. He panicked when they looked for the Ferrets and did not find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hunt for them outside began. Sarah started to call Gibson and saw him peek his head out from under the back steps, he scares easy and sought the saftey of the steps. One found, but where was Logan, our adventurous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah went down the road looking and Ron choose to look around our house and the neighbors next door. Ron did not find him in our yard but feared he might of went down the back bank into the woods. Ron went next door and around his back yard, he noticed our neighbors basement door open a little. He went in and turned on the light and low and behold Logan was right down by his shoes. Remember Logan did not like the rain and probably was trying to find a way out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thank the good Lord for their safe return. But what were our chances of finding them both or just one, whew.  They are now back safe in their cage and ready for a good nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://olddigger.blogspot.com/2011/08/great-adventure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Margaret Cloud)</author><thr:total>18</thr:total></item></channel></rss>