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The wonderful thing about letters, unlike a photograph, is that it gives you an opportunity
to know another person's thoughts and feelings at that moment in time.
Such was the case with the many letters my family and friends wrote over the years,
and the following is just a sampling.
A very special discovery for me was getting to know intimately someone
who died when I was a small child, my grandfather,
James Crossan.
Dear Grandfather,
It would have been a great honor knowing you!
All my love,
your granddaughter,
Karrie
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The Ones That Bring Back
Childhood Memories,
Best Friends,
First Loves,
First
Heartbreaks,
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THANK YOU GOD!
For the
wonderful
things
you do for us.
HALLELUJAH!
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Childhood memory of a group of
NUNS chasing the BOYS,
members of the football team
from nearby boys’ school,
through our campus -
an all-girl Catholic school.
The boys only avenue for escape
was to climb over a 6ft. fence.
Ouch!
I have always wondered to this day
What the nuns were going to do with the boys
if they actually had caught one…
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| ROSEMARY |
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| MY MOTHER |
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| MY FATHER, ROBERT 'Robbie' BRAGG |
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My
childhood pal, Elizabeth from Faifley.
| MY BEST FRIEND, ELIZABETH (1969) |
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| MY CHILDHOOD PAL FROM FAIFLEY |
Many
adventures we shared together exploring the Scottish countryside.
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Well, they're family, too.
Besides, I'm a sucker for a furry face..
ditto for animals.
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| BOOT CAMP |
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| FORT ORD |
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Did Ronnie want to go to Vietnam?
Hell no! Drafted!
He was nailed at the Canadian border. (I was luckier leaving the country
when I got myself into a WEE bit of trouble a few years later). He was given three choices
and Vietnam was the best bet.
He survived Vietnam
with an honorable discharge; however his hellraising past caught up with him.
He was dead before he reached his 26th birthday.
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Not unlike my ancestors who immigrated
from Ireland to Scotland many years ago.
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In
the Marriage of
James and Rose Crossan
Ref. 644/11 0274
In the District of Anderston the burgh of Glasgow
On the 18th of August 1926
At St. Patrick's Church Glasgow
After the Publication of Banns according to the forms
of the Roman Catholic Church
James Crossan
Quay Labourer, Bachelor, age 23 of 10 James Watt Street Glasgow,
(Parents - Deceased.)
Rose Duffy
Domestic
Servant, Spinster, age 23 of 25 Stobcross Street Glasgow,
(Parents - Deceased)
Witnessed Hector McNeill, Catholic Clergyman,
St. Patrick’s Church
Hugh McGinty, 10 Newton
Street Glasgow,
Sarah Ritchie, 12
Paterson Street Anderston Glasgow
| ROSE |
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| THAT'S MY GRANMA! |
Rose Duffy
aka Granma "Jailbird"
What
children need most are the essentials
that
grandparents provide in abundance.
They
give unconditional love, kindness,
patience,
humor, comfort, lessons in life.
And,
most importantly, cookies!
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Three things in Life that,
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Once
gone, never come back ~
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Time,
Words and Opportunity.
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Always
remember to forget
the
things that made you sad.
But never
forget to remember
the things
that made you glad.
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Always
remember to forget the troubles that passed away.
But never
forget to remember the blessings that come each day.
Always
remember to forget the friends that proved untrue.
But never
forget to remember those that have stuck by you.
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The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears;
The
rose is sweetest washed with morning dew
And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears.
O wilding
rose, whom fancy thus endears,
I bid your blossoms in my bonnet wave,
Emblem of hope and love through
future years!
LADY OF THE LAKE
Sir Walter Scott
Oh! young
Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
And save his good broadsword
he weapons had none.
He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone.
So faithful in love and so dauntless in war,
There
never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
LOCHINVAR
Sir Walter Scott
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