tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post4815842678759833753..comments2024-03-28T21:40:09.754-04:00Comments on Bless Our Hearts: No TitleMs. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-41336707742964053222019-03-31T21:24:39.278-04:002019-03-31T21:24:39.278-04:00That poem made me cry. Yes, we all know those peop...That poem made me cry. Yes, we all know those people. 37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-10874846523556467232019-03-29T07:05:35.411-04:002019-03-29T07:05:35.411-04:00That IS a beautiful poem. I am certainly not an un...That IS a beautiful poem. I am certainly not an unlegendary hero but I've known a few. It's interesting how the heroes are often the most modest among us, not the ones who crow about their own victories. (Mr. President!)Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-1487748929388403782019-03-28T09:29:22.276-04:002019-03-28T09:29:22.276-04:00Yes. I like Mary O'Donnell's poem. It fits...Yes. I like Mary O'Donnell's poem. It fits in with my own outlook. Ordinary people are special even though they may not be famous. These days the world is far too obsessed with celebrity lives when we should be cherishing the ordinary people around us.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-26387145591987973252019-03-28T09:06:41.043-04:002019-03-28T09:06:41.043-04:00I second Ellen's diagnosis. That burning skin ...I second Ellen's diagnosis. That burning skin and no surface evidence means nerve pain to me. It might be coming out of your back as I found mine was when I went to the PT. Try googling "nerve glide exercise." Or since you've been kicking stuff it could actually just be in the knee. Poor knee. Hope you get some relief! Sally Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17732355543080603989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-9220531371214152042019-03-28T08:23:51.467-04:002019-03-28T08:23:51.467-04:00I spent another day in the yard because the weathe...I spent another day in the yard because the weather is just too damn fine not to. I finally picked up the gas trimmer and used it for the first time and cut down all the weeds and trash around the raised beds and blueberries til I ran out of gas the second time.<br /><br />sounds like you're pinching a nerve in your knee.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-46802124645031869182019-03-28T03:18:31.926-04:002019-03-28T03:18:31.926-04:00Oh poor Dora Heuston.
I am the descendant of a pa...Oh poor Dora Heuston. <br />I am the descendant of a pair of Irish immigrants who escaped the potato famine and died shortly after reaching liverpool. My great grandmother a d her sister were housed and fed by the Catholic nuns. It stopped them dying but that's all.<br /><br />We are very lucky to be able to go to a shop and buy what we need and never know hunger. I am acutely aware that people do starve, even today.<br />Christinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16093533351238991113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-51398027868021016542019-03-27T23:48:17.864-04:002019-03-27T23:48:17.864-04:00moved to tears, yes indeed, Mammy oh Mammy!moved to tears, yes indeed, Mammy oh Mammy!Linda Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03070050388987072100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-83986597013708068532019-03-27T21:03:41.218-04:002019-03-27T21:03:41.218-04:00I had no idea who or what your unlegendary heroes ...I had no idea who or what your unlegendary heroes would be. I smiled as I read of their Irish roods and miles, and thought of their wives and of my grandmother saying "Pull up your corset strings ladies, we have work to do. Then I moved on to the deeds of the wives, mothers, daughters, and tears streamed down my face before the poor child who died in childbirth. It's been one of those weeks; I'll wait for tomorrow to be better. I need some bamboo to kick, or boil.Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16601010208310707750noreply@blogger.com