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GO PLACIDLY


AMID THE NOISE AND THE HASTE AND

REMEMBER WHAT PEACE

THERE MAYBE IN SILENCE



As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly, and listen to others, even the dull and

 ignorant; they to have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexatious to the spirit.

If you compare yourself to others you may become vain and bitter, for always

 there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your career however humble; it is a real possession in the

Changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery.

But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high

Ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself especially do not feign affection.

Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment

It is as perennial as grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture the strength of the spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.

But do not distress yourself with imaginings.

Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars: you have a

Right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be; and whatever your labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul.

With all the shams, drudgery and broken dreams,

It is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.


 Max Ehrmann

1927 by Max Ehrman 

Copyright renewd 1954

By Bertha k. Ehrmann


                                         Can anyone help Jim

If you wish to contact Jim


[email protected]

10 Station Road

Southwell

Nottinghamshire

NG25 0ET


01636 812883

Pleas forgive my intrusion onto your private time but I was hopeful that you may be able to assist me in my attempts to research my family history, or, if not, you may be able to direct me towards someone who might.



I was born in Kirkcolm (Creachmore Farm, to be precise) in October 1955, second child of James Michael and Irene Heffernan, We lived for a few years on Bayview Terrace, which is where my uncle and aunt, Owens and Olive Elliott, also lived. 


My grandparents, Owens and Isabella Elliott lived opposite the kirk on Church Road. My uncle was a church warden, I believe for many years, and my grandmother was an ever-present member of the congregation.


Although we moved to England when I was still very young (3 or 4), I returned to the village every summer for several years to spend the summer with my grandmother, and intermittently thereafter, as other commitments took precedence.


I now have my own family who are very proud of their Scottish/Irish roots, and are very keen to learn more about the family from Kirkcolm. We intend to visit the village in the very near future, and wonder whether there are any parish records which may be available to view, which would assist us with our research.


Other family members from the village who I am have some recollection of, include Wallace and Jenny McMeckin. I also vividly remember the McKie family (young Jim Mckie was a great friend to us when we would return home during the summers of our youth,) who lived next door to my grandparents, and I often wonder what happened to them, and whether there are still surviving members of that family.


Once again, please accept my apologies for the intrusion, but please feel free to contact me if you can be of assistance in any way, or if you can point me in the direction of anyone else who could.


Very kind regards


Jim (James Michael) Heffernan

Director


This poem was sent in by Maureen Winn, & she wanted to share it with us. Thank you Maureen  

Cherokee Tradition 



Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indian Youth's Rite of Passage?



His father takes him into the forest, blindfolds him and leaves him alone.



He is required to sit on a stump the whole night and not remove the blindfold until the rays of the morning sun shine through it.



He cannot cry out for help to anyone.



Once he survives the night, he is a MAN. 

He cannot tell the other boys of this experience, because each lad must come into manhood on his own.



The boy is naturally terrified.



He can hear all kinds of noises. Wild beasts, must surely be all around him. 

Maybe even some human might do him harm.



The wind blew the grass and earth, and shook his stump, but he sat stoically, never removing the blindfold.



It would be the only way he could become a man! 



Finally, after a horrific night the sun appeared and he removed his blindfold.



It was then that he discovered his father sitting on the stump next to him.



He had been at watch the entire night, protecting his son from harm.



We, too, are never alone. Even when we don't know it,



God is watching over us, sitting on the stump beside us.



When trouble comes, all we have to do is reach out to Him.



Moral of the story: 'For We Walk by Faith, not by Sight.' 
Just because you can't see God, doesn't mean He is not there