Just A Typewriter

[Carol Anne Kincaid~Paradis]

Music is like Medicine for the Spirit:

the right kind, taken regularly at

appropriate intervals, works wonders

toward bringing abouit inner healing..Carol Anne.

Just A Typewriter

Paul Smith: One Man At His Finest - with a Typewriter

He lived at Rose Haven Nursing Home ( Roseburg , OR ) for years. Paul Smith, the man with extraordinary talent was born on September 21, 1921, with severe cerebral palsy. Not only had Paul beaten the odds of a life with spastic cerebral palsy, a disability that impeded his speech and mobility but also taught himself to become a master artist as well as a terrific chess player even after being devoid of a formal education as a child.

"When typing, Paul used his left hand to steady his right one. Since he couldn't press two keys at the same time, he almost always locked the shift key down and made his pictures using the symbols at the top of the number keys. In other words, his pictures were based on these characters ..... @ # $ % ^ & * ( )_ . Across seven decades, Paul created hundreds of pictures. He often gave the originals away. Sometimes, but not always, he kept or received a copy for his own records. As his mastery of the typewriter grew, he developed techniques to create shadings, colors, and textures that made his work resemble pencil or charcoal drawings."

This great man passed away on June 25, 2009, but left behind a collection of his amazing artwork that will be an inspiration for many.

You know that saying about "When life closes a door, God opens a window"? Well, I think God just helped this man build a whole new house.

 

Fate threw a tree at us
Christmas

During the hustle and bustle of Christmastime 1958, we told our children, ages 3 and 4, about the beautiful Christmas tree we would have in a few days. On Christmas Eve, at the bakery we had recently purchased, we counted the receipts, cleaned the shop and headed for home with our two sleepy children.

Suddenly, we remembered we had not gotten a tree. We looked for a vendor who might have a tree left, to no avail.

About a mile from home, we stopped for a red light. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and something hit the front of our truck. My husband went out to investigate.

The next thing I knew, my husband was throwing a good-sized evergreen into the back of the truck. He went into the mom-and-pop store at the corner where we were and asked the proprietor how much he wanted for the tree. He said he wasn’t selling Christmas trees that year.

It was a Christmas miracle! We never did find out how the tree got in the middle of the road, but somehow we feel we know. Incidentally, it was the most beautiful tree we have ever had. —Gertrude Albert, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Forgetting and Remembering

Life is a game of forgetting and remembering. You are losing the game when you  forget who you are and what you are doing here, and remember the false things of the past and what they did to you.'

You lose the game of life if you forget who you truly are – a spiritual being;  non-physical; eternal; ever loving; blissful  peaceful – this is the true nature of the soul, the conscient being.

You lose the game if you forget this, and instead you focus the mind on remembering things of matter - old hurts; past insults, injuries to the ego.

May God Bless You My Friend....Stay Safe and Warm  Love and Blessin...