For 2017

"Life is lived forward, but understood backward. It is not until we are down the road and we stand on the mountain looking back through the valley that we can appreciate the terrain God has allowed us to scale.” Jill Savage

Wednesday, December 12, 2007


My old boy Keith again, I think that even though he has his troubles, he still gets it somewhere in his head. Now he wrote this song:


These Are The Days We Will Remember


My grandmomma was a wise ol' soul

Took me by the hand not long ago

Said "Son what's ya hurry?

Boy slow it down.

Taste the wild honey,

listen to the sound ofThe wind

that's blowin' through the trees,

River's flowin' to the sea.

Yeah they're all headin' home

just like you and me

Life's for livin' child,

can't you see that.


These are the days when we'll remember

These are the times that won't come again

The highest of flames becomes an ember

And you've got to live while you can.


These are the days that we'll remember.

These are the days that we'll remember.

These are the days that we'll remember.

These are the days that we'll remember


So take them by the hand

They're yours and mine

So take them by the hand

And live your life

Take them by the hand

Don't let them all fly by


Come onCome on now

Days go by

We stuck our hand out the window

Wavin' in the wind as the cars go by


Love,

Chatty Crone

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