Free website - Wix.com Many years ago, while I was a student at Penn State University, the local radio station used to play a song that I became quite fond of. It was not the usual college type of song but had a very inspirational message enhanced by the wonderful voice of Jan Pierce. I hope it gives you the same kind of lift..... Click the Bluebird.....

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Because he lives........

http://www.pcdon.com/-DonMarsh_BecauseHeLives.wav

Now Lord,...what can I do for YOU..........

http://www.pcdon.com/-NatStuckey-ConnieSmith_LordWhatCanIDo.wav


When it's my time..............

http://www.pcdon.com/-Mahalia_Jackson-Take_my_Hand_Precious_Lord.wav


A memorable performance..........

Louis Armstrong - Danny Kaye

I love to tell the story.................

http://www.jesus-is-savior.com/sounds/i_love_to_tell_the_story.mid


The old man...............

The Wooden Bowl
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must dosomething about father," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor."
So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl!
When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometime he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with woodscraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making son?" Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up." The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

An Irish Palm Sunday..............


Whatevaaah......

The guy at the end of the bar..........

http://ia300125.us.archive.org/2/items/HarrysTavernBandwithBillyMurray/HarrysTavernBandwithBillyMurray-TheGuyattheEndoftheBar1940b.mp3


So I sez to him.............


In the Amazon rain forest, three explorers were walking. One was Irish, another English, and the last American. Soon, they came across a tribe, and the leader of the tribe told them that if they wanted to pass through this territory, they had to pass the three caves test. The explorers agreed and asked what the three caves test was.

The leader of the tribe took them to the caves, where he said, "Inside the first, there are three bottles of rum, each 100 years old and said to be toxic. You have to drink one each. In the second is a lion with a thorn in his foot. You must remove the thorn. In the third is a womanwho has never been satisfied, and she must be satisfied."

The three men were hesitant but could not back out, so the American went into the first cave, drank the bottle, and died soon afterward. TheEnglishman was second. He went into the first cave, drank the bottle,then went into the second cave. There was a lot of commotion and roaring. No one emerged from the cave.

Lastly, the Irish man went into the first cave and drank the bottle. He went into the second cave. At first, there was a lot of commotion, and then there was a soft purring sound. Then he entered the last cave. Two minutes later, he came out puzzled and asked, "Where's the thorn in the woman's foot...?"

http://www.geocities.com/dferg5493/harrigan.mid

For the Irish in ye..................



Friday, March 14, 2008

Love remembered.............


These two guys reared this lion from a baby in England but the authorities would not allow them to keep it once it reached maturity so they were forced to give it up, they took it back to Africa and placed it in a wildlife sanctuary, a year later they went to see it and were told it would not remember them, true love never dies, how gorgeous.


The night that Paddy Murphy died.....

http://www.soundclick.com/util/streamM3U.m3u?ID=3287643&q=Lo

Wednesday, March 12, 2008