Remember Your Life Matters
© Rose M. De Leon More By Rose M. De Leon
Published: December 2007
We thought of you with love today,
But that is nothing new.
We thought about you yesterday
And days before that, too.
We think of you in silence.
We often speak your name.
Now all we have are memories
And your picture in a frame.
Your memory is our keepsake
With which we’ll never part.
God has you in his keeping.
We have you in our heart.
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/in-our-hearts–loosing-a-father
Hello Tuesday today’s extreme creature isn’t that extreme, it is the Easter Bunny.
He or she has been around a bloody long time and some may have a name for the Easter Bunny but I don’t.
The thing is, the Easter Bunny does not talk. That’s okay because kids usually have a lot to talk about and the Easter Bunny has big ears to listen.
Scientists put the age of the Easter Bunny between 400 and 500 years old. So that means the Easter Bunny was born sometime between 1515 and 1615. Stories about the Easter Bunny began taking shape in the late 1600s.
The care the Easter Bunny takes in hiding the eggs and the decades of continuous work also suggest the Easter Bunny is female. It’s common knowledge that hormones encourage the does, not the bucks, to look after the kids. And the ability to remember holiday dates definitely indicates that the Easter Bunny isn’t male!
According to legend, the Easter Bunny lives on Easter Island, although no one knows exactly where.
Historically, his first stop is Christmas Island. American Samoa is often his last stop.
How is the Easter Bunny related to Jesus?
In short: The Easter Bunny is not related to Jesus at all. At most, they’re both obviously tied to the holiday celebrating the resurrection, and they’re both considered symbols of new life—but the links to one another, essentially, end there.
Good morning all on this fine Easter Monday, yesterday being Easter Sunday marked the 3rd anniversary of my dad’s passing although he died on the 21st but it was Easter Sunday.
Anyway here are some facts.
The naming of the celebration as “Easter” seems to go back to the name of a pre-Christian goddess in England, Eostre, who was celebrated at beginning of spring. The only reference to this goddess comes from the writings of the Venerable Bede, a British monk who lived in the late seventh and early eighth century
The Easter Bunny legend began in Germany.
The act of painting eggs originates from a Ukrainian tradition.
The exact origins of this mythical mammal are unclear, but rabbits, known to be prolific procreators, are an ancient symbol of fertility and new life.
Standing at 31ft tall and 18ft wide is the world’s largest Easter egg. Found in Vegreville, Alberta, Canada, the egg weighs a hefty 5000lbs and took 12,000 hours to complete.
A new day has arrived and it saw me up at 5am feeling awake and with it.
Home alone today as Tim is at work today.
Wrote out blog posts for Monday, Tuesday and Thursday’s posts.
A warm dry day.
Kelli putting me to bed today.
Managed to sleep in 5.40am and even got up a couple of times during the night to pee.
Tim off work today as there is a bus strike. He has whipper snipped the back yard but can’t re-thread the whipper snipper, so has gone out to Bunnings to ask for help as it is new and the first time he has used it. He got it done and finished the yard.
I spoke to the doctor he said he will email me the referral I need will check that tomorrow.
Woke at 4.50 to pee went back to bed but couldn’t settle so up at 5.20am. Tim also up at 5am as he has an early start.
Tim home by 9am he has a split shift.
One year ago today we lost mum, been a hard day.
Started work on a memory book about me for Leo, I need Tim to get more photos out of the cupboard for me.
Had a so so night was a bit unsettled for a couple of hours but managed to sleep till 5.30am.
A wet start to the day and heavy rain on and off all day.
Tim home by 9.30am another split shift.
Not much to do today with no letters to answer and still waiting for photos to be gotten out of the cupboard.
Slept better last night up at 5.45am, washed and dressed and ready for the day.
Tim is off today as he is working all over Easter.
Managed to get the photos out of the cupboard on my own and finished off Blain’s Nana Memory book. Now Tim just has to go through it and write who is who under each photo.
Tomorrow I will add photos to Leo’s book.
Woke at 5.20 went and peed and decided to stay up.
Saw Leo at 7.15 and got a nice big hug, it felt wonderful.
Decided to add a little more to the memory books so worked on that today.
Jess putting me to bed today, first time I have seen her in a week.
A new day is here a cool day but no rain, slept in what I will wear today as I will have to fend for myself today as Tim is working.
Kathy turned up around 10am and stayed till 12.30, she cleaned, dusted and vacuum out as well as washing down part of the loungeroom walls.
The shopping was scheduled for delivery between 1 & 2pm but when I checked the site at 2.20pm it had changed till between 4 & 5pm, damn I hate afternoon deliveries.
Groceries arrived at 4.15, Jess came to help and got me ready for bed.
Another chap I have read about is Phillip (Peter) Schuler, heard of him? Nope, me either,till now. The book was titled Phillip Schuler by Mark Baker.
Phillip Frederick Edward Schuler was an Australian journalist, a war correspondent at the Gallipoli campaign. He later joined the army, was wounded in action, and died in France.
Four journalists played leading roles in forming the indelible legend of Gallipoli in the minds of Australians. Yet it was the one who remains least known today – Phillip Schuler – whose part was the most immediately profound.
He volunteered to write reports and take photographs for the newspaper during the Gallipoli campaign. He documented – with evocative accounts and remarkable photography – the entire experience. Less subject to censorship than official correspondent C.E.W. Bean, he exposed flaws in the campaign, particularly the scandal of British treatment of wounded. Historian Les Carlyon considered him “a much better writer from a newspaper point of view than Bean.”
He later enlisted in the AIF, and died on the Western Front in 1917, aged 27.
By Edgar Guest More Edgar Guest
BEFORE you came, my little lad,
I used to think that I was good,
Some vicious habits, too, I had,
But wouldn’t change them if I could.
I held my head up high and said:
‘I’m all that I have need to be,
It matters not what path I tread,’
But that was ere you came to me.
I treated lightly sacred things,
And went my way in search of fun,
Upon myself I kept no strings,
And gave no heed to folly done.
I gave myself up to the fight
For worldly wealth and earthly fame,
And sought advantage, wrong or right,
But that was long before you came.
But now you sit across from me,
Your big brown eyes are opened wide,
And every deed I do you see,
And, O, I dare hot step aside.
I’ve shaken loose from habits bad,
And what is wrong I’ve come to dread,
Because I know, my little lad,
That you will follow where I tread.
I want those eyes to glow with pride,
In me I want those eyes to see
The while we wander side by side
The sort of man I’d have you be.
And so I’m striving to be good
With all my might, that you may know
When this great world is understood,
What pleasures are worth while below.
I see life in a different light
From what I did before you came,
Then anything that pleased seemed right;
But you are here to bear my name,
And you are looking up to me
With those big eyes from day to day,
And I’m determined not to be
The means of leading you astray.
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/the-responsibility-of-fatherhood-by-edgar-guest
Well here we are at another Tuesday so that means it is extreme creature day this week it is the Tardigrade whatever that is.
This animal is no bigger than a flea but it is by far the toughest animal on Earth. It can survive temperatures hotter than 150C and colder than -200C. It can go up to 10 years without water and can go six times deeper than the deepest point in the ocean and still survive
Tardigrades, known colloquially as water bears or moss piglets, are a phylum of eight-legged segmented micro-animals. They were first described by the German zoologist Johann August Ephraim Goeze in 1773, who called them Kleiner Wasserbär.
Tardigrades pose no threat to humans. Scientists have yet to identify a species of tardigrade that spreads disease
Hello everyone, here we are at Monday again and so here are some facts.
In ancient Rome no one was allowed to leave a theatre while Emperor Nero was singing. A favourite escape plan for reluctant listeners was to pretend to be dead and be carried out by doctors.
Donald Westerholt was jailed for 50 years in Houston, Texas in January 1983 for shoplifting a pair of shoes worth $20.
In the 1350’s doctors treating patients in plague-hospitals use to shout instructions from the street. As there was no cure and doctors were too frightened to go near the infected.
“Spooky” a blue Russian cat and “George” a Boston Terrier were the first animals in America to be fitted with prescription contact lenses.
In 1995, fifteen iguanas were accidentally out to sea on a raft of water-logged trees. They travelled over 200 miles from Guadeloupe to Anguilla in the Caribbean arriving safely.
Daylight saving has ended for now and I slept till 6am or (7am daylight savings time) getting up only 10 mins before Tim. I had a pretty good night sleep as well.
Not having much in way of breaky just not hungry.
A productive morning blogging and writing letters.
Leo went on his first date and he returned really happy with how it went.
Monday at last so not having to fend for myself which is great as doing that is hard.
Had a solid 9hrs sleep.
Having a so so day doing nothing other then blogging.
Woke at 4.30 and went and peed thought I would go back to bed for an hour but no that didn’t work as I was too restless, so up at 4.45.
I decided to give myself a shower so I am nice and clean, more or less.
Getting frustrated with the computer so not doing stuff for a while.
Slept so so at 3am I got up to pee and couldn’t settle again till around 3.50am as I was shaking and sweating and in a bit of a state.
Tim isn’t well today, had to make Dr appointment for him for tomorrow morning. Had trouble logging into doctors website using his log in details, so did it using mine. Tim came home early from work.
Not much else happening around here.
Woke at 4 to pee and manged to go back to bed till 5.50am, happy me.
Tim off work today, he has a doctor appointment.
Kathy rang and the first thing she said was Jessica has covid in a laughing tone, I do not think it is funny. So I won’t see her or Leo for a bit.
Jessica also has a blocked toilet so Tim rang the maintenance line and was on hold for 1.45hrs by the time he had arranged for a plumber she had managed to unblock it herself. I wouldn’t be able to do that.
Had a pretty good night, woke at 5.30am. Tasha sounded annoyed when I rang her but she said it was only because she had just started to do something.
Tim back at work this afternoon, a warmish day.
Last day of school for term one of 2022.
Wrote one letter today but did little else
Tasha putting me to bed.
Had another good night although I have been up since 5am woke at 1 to pee not issue then again at 5 when I decided to stay up.
Had a good morning, been another wet day.
Kathy and the girls arrived around 1.30pm, they did some housework and cleaned out the linen press (cupboard) throwing out a bunch of stuff.
Had a shower and dressed in the clothes I will wear tomorrow. Which will make it easier for me in the morning.
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