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The View from Sunflower Gardens By Marilyn Bentley Last Updated: September 06, 2018 Celebrate Grandparents Day Among the dear hearts and gentle people who live here are grandparents. On Sept. 9, we have Grandparents Day to celebrate family members who care for us and we like them, too. We like our Monday coffee chats, Tuesday Bible study, game nights, parties, Friday sing-alongs, potluck dinners and puzzle rooms and walks in our halls. Verse of the week: "My God shall supply all your needs, according to his riches in glory, by Christ Jesus." (Philippians 4:10) Remember to keep in prayer all our troops and families and new students and teachers as a new school year begins. "Grandfather, Grandfather" "Grandfather — a symbol of age, a real elegance filled with proud moments. "To be a grandfather is a privilege granted by God. "We get to teach little ones, a chance to teach independence with respect. "It's a chance to teach to build and not destroy. "You walk holding hands — one the hand of tomorrow, the other the hand of eternity." — Red Skelton "Americans bear proudly old and honored names who trace history of surnames back to the emigrant ancestors. "It's a family name. Be proud of your heritage. In the origin, the name may seem humble, surprising and a convenient label to show one neighbor differs by name. "The name is passed to his children, and is a family name. "Handed down from generation to generation. It's full of tradition and history, often of the military or farmers, of warrior ancestors bore into battle. It's a good name to be proud of." — Media Research Bureau, Washington, D.C. "It's time to write letters to family. No email. No fax. No chatroom. Just a handwritten note or letter brings a happy smile. We observe small town life and people happenings and family holidays and anniversaries." — Anonymous The geese fly by at seven. The wren slings loud and clear. Clouds float high to heaven suggesting fall is near. "Smile awhile before you kiss me sad adieu. "When the clouds roll by I'll come to you. "Then the skies will seem more blue till we meet again. "Down in Lover's Lane, my dear, wedding bells will ring so merrily. Every tear will be a memory. "So wait and pray each night for me. Till we meet again." ("Smiles" — a 1916 war song) It's a new school year for Kansas children. Drive safely, watch for kids on bikes. "Buckle up, it's the law." "Be kind, anyway." — Mother Teresa |
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