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Sunday’s on Be Free 2 Love, will now be dedicated to meeting new people!

You never know who will cross your path, and what purpose they will serve in your live.  In my experience so far with life in general, so many others continue to encourage and inspire me, and many have no idea how much they are appreciated.  Let’s take a moment to say hi to someone new, and possibly gain a long-term friend.


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  1. Please share one fun fact about yourself.
  2. Please share at least one goal you plan to reach for the week.  The more you say it, the more you’ll make it happen!
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Hand Me Down Glamor (Memory from The Great Depression)

“Hand me downs” were a vital part of every kid‚Äôs wardrobe during The Great Depression.¬†Though Annie and John were¬†several years older, I wore their hand me downs, though they had probably passed through other children before they got¬†back to me. Kids only had to look at an older sibling to see what was in their wardrobe future. With any luck,¬†a kid¬†got an Continue reading

London to Brighton…

Reblog from Daily Echo

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo


I was up at four this morning. The sky was clear, the moon bright…my son wide awake and gearing up for a long day ahead when I arrived at his home.  We loaded up the bike in the dark with its huge bag, filled with the things he will need for the next couple of days and his walking frame. The van arrived at six and I wished him luck… banned from either start line or finish as Nick set off for Clapham Common and the London to Brighton Cycle Ride. He was going it alone.


I heard nothing until around 5pm…by which time I gathered he was about ready to book into his hotel having completed the London to Brighton cycle ride, raising funds for Headway, a charity supporting brain injury victims and their families… a ride of some 54 miles (87km), which includes the challenging ascent of Ditchling…

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Dear Auntie Linda, September 9, 2015

Auntie Linda

Dear Auntie Linda, Susie and I dated in high school, have both been married before, and have adult children.¬† She’s¬†¬† the one who got away.¬† When we married last year after her husband died, we lived six hundred miles apart.¬† I am often on the road doing work in the oilfield, but get always get home every Thursday night and stay home till Monday morning.¬† It was¬†my understanding that Susie would sell her home and come to live with me as soon as she could sell¬†her house and business.¬†Initially, Susie and I spent two weekends a month together, one at her home, and one at mine.¬† Susie was supposed to be putting her home and business up for sale.¬† Since then, she has sold her business, but is making lots of excuses about why she can’t get her home up for sale.¬† I still visit her one weekend a month, but she is becoming much more reluctant to come to my home, despite the fact that she no longer has a business to keep her busy.¬† Sometimes her grandchildren need her, sometimes her dog has been digging out from under the fence, and once she had to go to a great-uncle’s funeral.¬† I’ve been contributing to her budget since she sold her business, but I am losing my patience with her casual attitude toward our marriage.¬† I do?¬† Sidelined

Dear Sidelined,  This is a good time to find out if Susie considers your marriage a priority.  Sounds like she is feeling pretty casual about settling her affairs and sharing a life with you.  You need to have a good long talk about your expectations and hers.  You both have some decisions to make.  Auntie Linda

Dear Auntie Linda,¬† I am¬†in love with¬†a man who has shared custody of three children of thirteen, eleven, and ten.¬† They make no secret of the fact that they actively dislike me, even though we didn’t meet until long after their parents split.¬† He has asked me to marry him, but frankly, I don’t know that I can bear to take these children on.¬† They are rude, disrespectful to me and him, and one of the girls even called the police, saying I had hit her, when I refused to give her money.¬† Fortunately, my friend and the other children, as well as a neighbor’s child were there and said it was not true.¬† I have tried to befriend the children, but have been insulted and ridiculed to my face.¬† Joe says they will come to like me with time.¬† I love him, but don’t see that his children will accept me.¬† Is there hope?¬† In Love

Dear In Love,¬† There might be hope for this relationship, but I would want to feel there was some understanding or chink in these children’s resistance before I committed.¬† It could happen, but there is a lot of hard work ahead.¬† How much time are you willing to invest?¬† Your beloved will have to support you and be strong enough to take on the burden of discipline.¬† A step-parent who has to¬†help support discipline in¬†children this age has their work cut out for them.¬† Good luck, should you decide to try.¬† Auntie Linda

Noah and His First Three Lives

Noah SweetNoah Meow

A month ago, a¬†friend was putting her bags in her car on the way to the airport out of town for several days in the middle of a torrential rainstorm when she heard the pitiful meows of this tiny kitten.¬† The kitten’s eyes were barely open.¬† It had washed up from somewhere in the storm and lodged in tree roots near her house.¬† It was so tiny and looked so sick, she felt it had no chance of survival, but she¬†sheltered it, wiped it up, wrapped it up in blankets, and put warm milk with a rag for it to suck, a dish of water, and some mushy dog food, hoping its mother would find it.¬† Already late, she meant to ask a friend to check on it.¬† Late the next morning of the next day, by the time she remembered, she was sick at heart, realizing there was no way that tiny kitten survived such brutal conditions.¬† She dreaded coming home, expecting to see its stiff, little¬†body waiting where she left it.

She listened when she came in late from her flight home, hoping against hope she’d hear a tiny meow, though doubting it was possible.¬† Nothing.¬† The next day when she went out, this¬†frisky guy came prancing up to her, having survived several days on the food and water she’d left.¬† Though she hadn’t planned to adopt a kitten, little Noah had earned his home, having survived the flood.¬† Since then Noah has survived two mishaps.¬† Though her dog Izzy¬†loves Noah, Noah startled Izzy in her sleep, and got seriously snapped for her trouble.¬† It happened again about a week later, nearly knocking little Noah senseless for a few minutes, and cutting her eye.¬† Today Noah’s eye opened and she appears to have vision.¬† Izzy is now careful about Noah, apparently not forgetting about her anymore.

Joke of the Day

Pays To Be Old

to be old

No one believes seniors . . . everyone thinks they are senile.

An Elderly couple was celebrating their sixtieth anniversary. 
The couple had married as childhood sweethearts and had 
moved back to their old neighbourhood after they retired. 

Holding hands they walked
 back to their old school.
I t was not locked, so
 they entered, and found the old desk 
they’d shared where Andy had carved ‘I love you, Sally.’¬†

On their way back ho me , a bag of money fell out of 

an armored car, practically landing at their feet.
Sally quickly picked it up, but not sure 

what to do with it, they took it home. 
There, she counted the money:  
fifty-thousand dollars! 

Andy said, ‘We’ve got to give it back.’¬†¬†

Sally said, ‘Finders keepers.’¬†

She put the money back in the bag and hid it in their attic. 
The next day, two FBI men were canvassing the neighborhood 

looking for the money and knocked on the door.

‘Pardon me, but did either of you find a bag¬†
that¬†fell out of an armored car yesterday?’

Sally said, ‘No.’¬†¬†

Andy said, ‘She’s lying. She hid it up in the attic.’¬†

Sally said, ‘Don’t believe him, he’s getting senile.’

The agents turn to Andy and began to question him.  

One says: ¬†‘Tell us the story from the beginning’¬†

Andy said, ‘Well, when Sally and I were walking home from school yesterday . . ..’

The first FBI guy turns to his partner and says, ‘We’re outta here.’