ChattyKathy

ohbehave, Thanks. Fun is a good mental help aid, when I first started posting I was unsure of myself everytime I clicked on that Post Now button. I would cringe inside, unsure if I should have said what I did. Then I became more comfortable with my posting, even the ones I now regret still had their profit for my life, and maybe for someone elses as well. Fun is something I was born with, but I allowed twi to take it away from me for many years. Oh sure I would laugh and some things were sudo fun but the inner fun was hindered. Today after six short months out of 'twi prison' fun has returned to my life. And there have been many times I retreated to fun via post because the pain was too great. But even this aided in my healing process. So fun, yea that can be a nifty life tool for us. I thank our God every day he gave me a healthy helping at birth and I also thank Him every day that he gave me yall. Kathy gotta close up my desk and hit the road

Yall, I have to apologize for something. Ted is busy right now doing something for me which is why he has not returned to continue his story. But he will be back soon, okeedokee. Kathy

Ron, Thanks for the morning smile. Kathy

Hey, I gotta a cool desktop too you know. I just ain't gonna show ya, so there.

socks, I am speechless, your words are so kind and tender towards me. All the years we missed now a faint memory, to have your friendship back is worth gold to me, worth gold. Gosh how I missed you. And your insight regarding one God or the other is an eye-opener for me. I think I need to read that post a couple times. Kathy

Well I see the contest is over, I will say it again yall sure were fun to watch. laleo, Have I said hello to you on this thread yet? You may have posted already but if not hi and thanks for posting. I could give you many excuses about that book we talked about but.....oh well. Ted, You have already given me great fun in regards to song writing. I'm gonna tell any who reads right now what you have offered me. Yall, he is already putting to music songs I have written, lade lade da......that's not the song, mind ya. That is just my excitement over the whole thing. And Ted I appreciate you waiting on me to talk about this, your post just opened up my opportunity to tell folks. Thanks for that. And you can be sure it ain't gonna be rap. But nah, I ain't no Patsy Cline. I am sure I will probably only gain personal joy from it, but Sir you have given me more than you could know in this offer of yours. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Also I know it would be getting into some things maybe best left alone but would you please tell us about the beginning of Way Prods and what it was intended to be. I sure would love to hear it from the horses mouth, versus the half truths I have heard. socks, I will read you and post in a sec, I was in mid post and left my computer, sorry I missed your post. Kathy

Ted, I would agree twi had little impact on changing our personal tastes in music. However what they did have an impact on was how we enjoyed other forms of music in our lives. And how much we were encouraged or discouraged to be involved with it. I would have chosen to pursue it in some capacity, probably song writing, maybe even singing. But their opinion of my time was what hindered me from doing so. The same applies to my son. He has talent, not just a mother?s opinion either. But years ago twi had an opinion that too much time invested in outside efforts needed to be held up to the Word for review. I was told "measure your outside efforts against God getting the glory", then followed with "you only get to the top in a profession or art form via one God or the other", "and our God would not have us entangled in the world". Well that pretty much squelched any effort on my part and aided in my making terrible life choices for my son. Interesting that today they now encourage their youth to pursue music. Sure wish they had that godly insight back then. ha ha Kathy

Yall are fun to watch. Linda keep em guessing.

Searching through the fragments of my dream-shattered sleep, I wonder if the years have closed her mind. I guess it must be wanderlust or trying to get free, From the good old faithful feeling we once knew. That is a beautiful song as well. His music is haunting, it just gets inside ya and hangs around. I can understand why just the words on a sign could bring his music to memory.

Your very welcome. And I looked for me as much as for you, I had never heard it was a personal thing for him, but I had wondered about it. What a song though, the way it conveyed the tragedy the way it did. It makes you feel the loss when you hear it. And his voice is incredible.

I just did some research and he stated a Newsweek Magazine had inspired the song for him.

simonzelotes, Thanks for joining us here. And I agree with yall, what a wonderful songster Gordon Lightfoot. The Wreck Of the Edmund Fitzgerald (Summertime Dream) The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee' The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies of November turn gloomy With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty. That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed When the gales of November came early. The ship was the pride of the American side Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most With a crew and good captain well seasoned Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms When they left fully loaded for Cleveland And later that night when the ship's bell rang Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'? The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound And a wave broke over the railing And every man knew, as the captain did too, T'was the witch of November come stealin'. The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait When the Gales of November came slashin'. When afternoon came it was freezin' rain In the face of a hurricane west wind. When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'. Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya. At Seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in, he said Fellas, it's been good t'know ya The captain wired in he had water comin' in And the good ship and crew was in peril. And later that night when his lights went outta sight Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Does any one know where the love of God goes When the waves turn the minutes to hours? The searches all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her. They might have split up or they might have capsized; May have broke deep and took water. And all that remains is the faces and the names Of the wives and the sons and the daughters. Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings In the rooms of her ice-water mansion. Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams; The islands and bays are for sportsmen. And farther below Lake Ontario Takes in what Lake Erie can send her, And the iron boats go as the mariners all know With the Gales of November remembered. In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed, In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral. The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald. The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they call 'Gitche Gumee'. Superior, they said, never gives up her dead When the gales of November come early!

The Wisconsin folks will love this one, cute.

Ted, you are wise to worry about me.

Now what were you saying about torture.

If you wanted to torture me you could lock me in a room with Barry Manilow singing and I would go insane. ha ha ha

Hope, HA HA HA HA Kath

A la prochaine, You are correct, I saw the one you're talking about, but could not obtain it to bring here for some reason. Glad you enjoyed. Kathy

Peruser,

Hope this brings your wonderful heart a smile my French friend.

QQ, Yes a duxymoron it is. Perceptive, well I have my occasional moments. Thanks!

likeaeagle, see yours is working now, this one not needed anymore. [This message was edited by ChattyKathy on December 14, 2002 at 19:36.]

Cool yall, thanks bunches.