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A Little Cup of Tea
When I was a baby, someone had given me a little 'tea set' as a gift and
it was one of my favorite toys. Daddy was in the living room engrossed
was just water. After several cups of-tea and lots of praise for such
yummy tea, my Mom came home. My Dad made her wait in the living
room to watch his little princess bring him a cup of tea,-because it was,
"just the cutest thing!" My Mom waited, and sure enough, here I come
down the hall with a cup of tea for Daddy and she watches him drink it
up, then says,
"Did it ever occur to you that the only place that baby can reach to get
water is the toilet ???"
When I was a baby, someone had given me a little 'tea set' as a gift and
it was one of my favorite toys. Daddy was in the living room engrossed
was just water. After several cups of-tea and lots of praise for such
yummy tea, my Mom came home. My Dad made her wait in the living
room to watch his little princess bring him a cup of tea,-because it was,
"just the cutest thing!" My Mom waited, and sure enough, here I come
down the hall with a cup of tea for Daddy and she watches him drink it
up, then says,
"Did it ever occur to you that the only place that baby can reach to get
water is the toilet ???"
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| I say it this way... Whatever we do in life, If we do it with love, the end result is always beautiful! If you love what you do, and you do it with love how can it get any better? |
Let the love of Jesus who gave his life for all,
Open the door to heaven before you crash and fall...
Victory over sin and death is the reward we all can reap
Endure until the end - the mountain is not too steep!
Open the door to heaven before you crash and fall...
Victory over sin and death is the reward we all can reap
Endure until the end - the mountain is not too steep!
| GOD'S GIFTS God speaks to us in many ways through Earth - Water - Air and Fire What is he trying to tell us? Should we have no worldly desire? HE GAVE US EARTH a stable ground on which we make our home. HE GAVE US WATER ever travelling on - it makes us want to roam! HE GAVE US AIR it softly caresses us or blows our possessions away. HE GAVE US FIRE it brings us warmth to love or tempers us for another day. Written by Tillie V. 8/20/78 |
| THE RIVER Written by Tillie Vaughan 8/19/78 The river flows around the bend Then down the stream there is no end, Bringing life wherever it goes They say it comes from melted snows. In the water there are fish to eat And it cools us from the intense heat, It makes our gardens spring up high And quenches our thirst when we are dry. Why do we pollute you? For you're what brings us life, Ever moving, pushing onward... Through all the worldly strife. |
| Written by Tillie V. 8/5/78 Bud and I were travelling up the coast on our way to Port Townsend, WA FROM 1-20 WE'RE GROWING LIKE WEEDS and searching for everything we think we need. FROM 20-40 WE'RE STRUGGLING THRU changing directions, asking who is who? FROM 40-60 WE CAN CHANGE OUR PLIGHT and make up for things we didn't do right! FROM 60-80 WE REAP WHAT WE'VE SOWN be it good or bad it is our own. FROM 80-100 IF WE'VE CHOSEN WELL we'll coast thru these years and say it was SWELL!!! |
| A LOOK AT LIFE Written by Tillie V. 8/17/78 IT SEEMS TO ME THAT WE'RE LIKE FISH HIDING UNDER ROCKS... AND WHEN WE VENTURE OUT IN LIFE WE TAKE A FEW HARD KNOCKS... WE EAT AND SAY THE WRONG THINGS AND ACT JUST LIKE A NUT! WOULDN'T IT BE NICE IF WE BOTH KNEW WHEN TO KEEP OUR BIG MOUTHS SHUT? |
| I entered this poem in the World of Poetry Contest, May1988. I received a letter saying it qualified for the Golden Poet Award at the Fifth Annual World of Poetry read my poem to a group of poets. Bud and I flew to Washington for the convention where Bob Hope performed for gave it to an usher to give to him... After the convention, Bud & I toured Washington, DC for 3 days and went to a session of congress, then rented a car and drove to New York taking in all the sights along the east coast! Bud never did like my driving (since he used to be a truck driver) but once in a while he would let me drive and I happened to be at the wheel when we went thru the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel, all over and under water, I was scared to death, but also thrilled to think I made it! (The Bridge/Tunnel is one of the 7 engineering wonders of the world!) Had a great time on the NY turnpike - Bud was driving and I thought we were never going to make the plane home as we kept going around in a circle! |
This page is under construction, so if it doesn't look right... It's ok!
| TO BOB HOPE...Written by Tillie V. 9/3/89 Thanks for the memories you've given and still share - I think God put you here because he couldn't be everywhere! Your charming smile and zany wit - Will make our convention a real big hit! I'm sure when you walk through those pearly gates... You'll find waiting there, a lot of "mates" Cheering you on and wishing you well But surprised - 'cause they thought you'd gone to hell! Love You Bob! |
In 1978 Bud and I travelled up the West Coast and stayed with Vince and Marlee on Bainbridge Island,
WA before heading for Alaska which Bud really wanted to see. We had just gotten our 1st motorhome
in 1976, it was during the gas crunch, and gas prices not only went up but you were limited as to how
much you could buy. Motorhomes were fairly new on the highways and people gave us dirty looks
when we drove in the gas stations with our 24 ft. vehicle. We acquired the motorhome from Open
Road in exchange for printing as they were struggling to keep alive with the gas shortage and finally
did close down. We took several ferries back and forth from the Island to Seattle and rode on the first
air boat ferry while there. Whenever I road a boat it was always for fun, but this was a means of
transportation to many using it and after viewing their dispositions I wrote the following poem...
WA before heading for Alaska which Bud really wanted to see. We had just gotten our 1st motorhome
in 1976, it was during the gas crunch, and gas prices not only went up but you were limited as to how
much you could buy. Motorhomes were fairly new on the highways and people gave us dirty looks
when we drove in the gas stations with our 24 ft. vehicle. We acquired the motorhome from Open
Road in exchange for printing as they were struggling to keep alive with the gas shortage and finally
did close down. We took several ferries back and forth from the Island to Seattle and rode on the first
air boat ferry while there. Whenever I road a boat it was always for fun, but this was a means of
transportation to many using it and after viewing their dispositions I wrote the following poem...
PATIENCE Written by Tillie V. 8/5/78 Sitting waiting for the ferry, wishing that the time would fly, Just can't get used to waiting, but I know the reason why! So many years I hurried - afraid I would not get done, All the things that I had planned before the setting sun. Now, as I sit back and listen to the people passing by, In their hustle and their bustle they don't even try - To be kind to those around them, to pause and pass a smile, Seems they're bent on self-destruction as they rush down life's long mile! |
We took our motorhome on a ferry (our first experience) from Prince Rupert to Canada after visiting Vince and Marlee, in
Bainbridge, and were headed to Alaska (or so we thought). In the campground where we stayed just before entering the
Alaskan highway were several motorhomes returning and they were a MESS! Mud all over them, broken windshields, it.
Well, after viewing what our motorhome was going to look like when we came back I decided not to go. Bud would have
gone as he was always up for a challenge, instead we headed back to the states and did an Alaskan cruise for our 50th
anniversary. The ferry was an overnight trip, so we planned on sleeping in the motorhome in the bottom of the ship.
However, when we went down to get in it, they had parked a car so close to our door we couldn't even open it. We had left
everything in the motorhome, money, food, coats, etc., so Bud got in, by crawling on top of the motorhome and going in
thru the vent that was an escape route to get out, and backed and forwarded it, inch by inch, until we had enough room to
open the door. There were cars parked in front of us and behind us and on either side so he didn't have much room to
maneuver, but he did it! I wrote this poem while we were at sea...
Bainbridge, and were headed to Alaska (or so we thought). In the campground where we stayed just before entering the
Alaskan highway were several motorhomes returning and they were a MESS! Mud all over them, broken windshields, it.
Well, after viewing what our motorhome was going to look like when we came back I decided not to go. Bud would have
gone as he was always up for a challenge, instead we headed back to the states and did an Alaskan cruise for our 50th
anniversary. The ferry was an overnight trip, so we planned on sleeping in the motorhome in the bottom of the ship.
However, when we went down to get in it, they had parked a car so close to our door we couldn't even open it. We had left
everything in the motorhome, money, food, coats, etc., so Bud got in, by crawling on top of the motorhome and going in
thru the vent that was an escape route to get out, and backed and forwarded it, inch by inch, until we had enough room to
open the door. There were cars parked in front of us and behind us and on either side so he didn't have much room to
maneuver, but he did it! I wrote this poem while we were at sea...
| Written by Tillie Vaughan 8/12/78 The seagulls flying, pass our boat - Then circle back by to catch something afloat I watch them as they flap their wings - And I think about so many things... Like don't they ever get tired trying to outrun space? Or where is home - what happens when they can't find anyplace... To land just for a minute - while they rest their weary selves - And who provides the food they eat, they don't have gardens or shelves? I wonder why we busy ourselves? like I am doing now? Instead of just relaxing or maybe I don't know how. We're so afraid we won't have enough of pleasure, food or things... That we, like the birds, keep busying ourselves in search of what tomorrow brings. |
| Written by Tillie V. 8/22/78 Happiness is not a gift, but a state of heart, A by-product of things, which we all should start. We need self-respect, work well done, And service to others each day - In order to find happiness somewhere along the way! Happiness is intangible, money can only buy things - Like boats and cars, houses and clothes, watches, bracelets and rings. So be careful what you teach your children For they look to you as their guide... Live like only love matters and they will follow in your stride. Remember each person is happy in their very own special way - And you can't give your child happiness he must earn it day by day! |
Here's a poem I wrote to Bob Hope...
Of course for those of you who don't remember him,
he always sang "Thanks for the Memory" at the close of his radio and TV programs, so...
Of course for those of you who don't remember him,
he always sang "Thanks for the Memory" at the close of his radio and TV programs, so...
| IF I HAD SAID NO! If I had said NO to marriage...I would never have known true love If I had said NO to sex...I would never have had children from above If I had said NO to travelling...I would never have seen caves, mountains, forests, and things If I had said NO to working...I would never have known the joy that it brings If I had said NO to riding a bike...I would have been confined to my home in my growing up years If I had said NO to having children...I would not have shed so many tears If I had said NO to climbing a tree...I wouldn't have fallen out and hurt my knee If I had said NO to sledding in the street...I wouldn't have experienced going under a car and never getting a scratch...What a treat! If I had said NO to God...I would not have had so much love to share If I had said NO to all of you, my life would be empty and bare! |
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Tillie's Tidings
| A lifetime of poems and Children's stories never before published until now! |
| I wrote this poem on 8/11/78 as I observed all the changes published. PROGRESS? I wonder old earth how you get by - We sail your oceans and fly in your sky. We move your mountains and uproot your trees - Put in our freeways and drive thru the breeze. Then sit back and wonder at the mess we've created - Can't understand the weather or the waters abated. We've smogged up our cities, there's no fresh air to borrow... We fish out our lakes with no thought of tomorrow... We hunt the wild beasts, mostly for sport - And complain about too many ships in our port. Seems like everyone has a cause to pursue - Most of them labeled "progress" but when they're thru ... They've only left a mess in their wake - I think God made only one mistake! He gave man a free will of his own - And we're bent on destruction with the seeds that we've sown! |
| and it appeared on the first page of their publication in 2007...I'll be 82 this year and explosion. During the depression my father couldn't find work and he had 3 children. He was a meat cutter and when he did finally find a job it paid him $12 a week for 6 grandfather who was 66 and still working walked 7 miles each way to work every day. They say technology has made our life better, but I WONDER... I WONDER??? I wonder what we're thinking when we send our troops to war? I wonder where our loyalty is and why our flag's not respected more? I wonder what will stop the gangs and violence and hurt? I wonder when we'll live in peace on this earthly piece of dirt? I wonder what has happened to our respect and dignity? I wonder where our minds are and why we've lost integrity? I wonder why there's so much fraud and welfare going on? I wonder when we'll wake up and see a brand new dawn? But most of all, I wonder why it seems we've closed the door, On everything that's good and right, is that the price of war? |
