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Created with People.
You name them - work, family, health, friends and spirit. And you are keeping all of these in the air.
If you drop one of these, they will be irrevocably scuffed or damaged or even shattered.
They will be never the same.
Author Unknown.
Pumpkin Oatmeal Cookies
Number of Servings: About 5 dozen.
Ingredients:
1 cup Canned Pumpkin
1 cup Sugar
1 3/4 cups Rolled Oats
1 Egg(beaten)
1 1/2 cups Flour
3/4 cup Shortening
1cup Raisins or Chopped Nuts
1 /2 teaspoon Baking Soda
1/4 teaspoons Nutmeg
3/4teaspoon Cinnamon
1 teaspoon Salt
Preparation Directions:
Preheat oven to 400 degrees.
In a mixing bowl, stir together flour, sugar, baking soda, cinnamon, nutmeg and salt.
Add and mix shortening. Stir until mixture is crumbly.
Stir in egg, pumpkin, oats and raisins(or nuts).
Drop teaspoonfuls of dough onto an ungreased cookie sheet.
Bake fifteen minutes or until done.
Posy Of Rosebuds
It captured each emotion of my happy wedding day,
Each tiny silken rosebud within my brides bouquet.
I carried it with dignity, upon my Father's arm,
Giving me away for marriage, with happiness and charm.
At every anniversary, I'd take it out to see
What pleasant recollections would all return to me.
I'd finger every rosebud I'd carried up the aisle,
Each petal was a memory, causing me to smile.
The years each held their story, of sons whom we gave life,
So very much happened since I became a wife.
Each year I touch the rosebuds, now faded with the years,
Recalling happy laughter, the sunshine and the tears.
My Father, he has gone now, and when I said goodbye,
I picked a little rosebud from my silken Brides bouquet.
I laid it in the coffin of my dearest, precious Dad,
Beside the silken lining which framed his sleeping head.
I told him that I loved him, a thing I'd seldom tell,
As I kissed his precious forehead to wish a fond farewell.
I hold the other rosebuds to remember times I've had...
Always remembering the missing rose, in heaven with my Dad.
Copyright ©2005 Sally Y Hemingway
The Great Glen, Scotland.
There is no surprise more magical than the surprise of being loved.
It is God's finger on man's shoulder.
Charles Morgan
