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- Aunty Belle
- Aunty Belle is taken from Antebellum, a time of civility and respect fer the foundations of Western Civilization. Y'all can find me rockin' on the porches most days. Be neighborly and come sit a spell. Bring yore dawgs. Mah iced tea is the best, evah.(About yore third visit mah Cracker-speak will become intelligible. I'se sorry iffin' new folks find it odd) We's lighthearted on the Front porch http://abporkrinds.blogspot.com/ so iffin' ya want some high octane debate, jes c'mon around to the Back Porch.http://auntybelles.blogspot.com/
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Happy Halloween Aunty!
That's a very happy Scarecrow.
Eeek?
Hi Auntie! Boo to you, too! Happy Halloweenie!
Is this scarecrow in your front yard? Happy Halloween!
Ah, the result of your scarecrow making event! I am surprised he doesn't have crows on his shoulder, he looks much too friendly and welcoming. He, like you, obviously has a sense of humor.
How cute!! Boo to you too!
Happy Halloween to you and Uncle. (I'll be by to read your comments at E.C. tomorrow when I have more time. Good stuff, Aunty.)
Boo? or "please, come steal my candy. i am a jovial scarecrow and I cant run" grherha hope you got lots of goblins last night. I had 4.
Happy all saints day Aunty Belle,
You're scarecrow reminds me of the marshmallow man at the end of Ghostbusters.
Heh, pleased the Scarecrow were a fun post--ain't he an amiable lookin' fella?
Happy All Saints to y'all too!!
Fer fun, some of mah most favorite saints:
St. Anthony of Padua B. 1195--
A scholar an' fine orator, but nevermind all that--he is Primo for finding lost articles--an 'jes today he found some missin' keys--lose somethin? A quick prayer askin' St, Anthony to intercede fer ya'--that thang will show up.
St. Catherine of Siena B. 1347--
She tole a Pope to quit bein' such a coward an' git back to Rome even if brigands roamed its streets. Her writin's knock me back on mah heels--smart cookie she were--an loved party dresses right up to the moment she entered the convent--jes' mah type. She is the patron saint of Nurses.
St. Ignatius Loyola, B.1491
He were a playboy soldier , rather dashin', who took a canon ball in the leg from the French durin' a battle in Pamplona--he family locked hom in their castle tower wif' only the bible an' lives of the saints to read durin' his recuperation--heh--the man was VAIN! He made the docs break his leg again once it healed on account of it healed crooked an' he refused to go through life wif' a limp. He took military discipline to the spiritual life--founder of the Jesuits. I'se been to his home castle in Aspeitia Spain.
Saint Foy, B. 291
Luv this baby chile saint who was martyred at 12 years ole-- her daddy wuz a governor durin' time of Dacian's proconsulship --the girl became a Christian, her daddy hope to scare her outa that silliness so he had the proconsul "scare her" by threatenin' to behead her--she did not flinch, warn't scared out of her faith ( Foy means faith) so he DID behind the 12 year ole girl--what a hero, huh?
Her relics are at the lovely village of Conques (see previous post on France)
St. Nicholas of Myra (Santa Claus), B.3rd century--
HE dropped dowry money down the chimney of poor girls who otherwise would be sold to a bidder. Besides the patron of poor gilrs an pilgrims, St. Nick is protector of perfume makers--go figger!
OH dear--how to stop?--thar's so many good ones, including many born in the 20th century.
Today, I try to remember all the dear and kind people I've met on this remarkable journey through life.
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