Remembrances.

Curly Sue said:

On Sun, 01 Jan 2006 10:47:52 -0800, serene <[email hidden]>

Quoted message said:

Ophelia said:

"Damsel in dis Dress" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
news:[email hidden]...
> They're not gone, they're just where we can't see them yet
> Carol

I Did Not Die

Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
I am not there. I did not die.

I feel impelled to pipe in and say ....

<snip personal beliefs about dust-to-dust>

Why? I'm kind of curious about the psychology behind a stated
compulsion to rain on this parade. Why do you care?

That's a very good question. I care because I spend my life feeling
invisible as a person of no faith, and I thought my contribution was as
important as anyone else's. I spoke of the beauty that my belief
system brings to my life, in improving my outlook on this life I'm
given -- why is that considered to be raining on people's parades,
rather than their posts seen as raining on mine?

serene

On Mon 02 Jan 2006 12:17:31p, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it ?

Quoted message said:

Curly Sue said:

On Sun, 01 Jan 2006 10:47:52 -0800, serene <[email hidden]>

Quoted message said:

On Sun, 01 Jan 2006 17:56:23 GMT, "Ophelia" <[email hidden]> wrote:

>
>"Damsel in dis Dress" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
>news:[email hidden]...
>> They're not gone, they're just where we can't see them yet
>> Carol
>
>I Did Not Die
>
>Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
>I am not there; I do not sleep.
>I am a thousand winds that blow.
>I am the diamond glints on snow.
>I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
>I am the gentle autumn's rain.
>When you awaken in the morning's hush
>I am the swift uplifting rush
>Of quiet birds in circled flight.
>I am the soft stars that shine at night.
>Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
>I am not there. I did not die.

I feel impelled to pipe in and say ....

<snip personal beliefs about dust-to-dust>

Why? I'm kind of curious about the psychology behind a stated
compulsion to rain on this parade. Why do you care?

That's a very good question. I care because I spend my life feeling
invisible as a person of no faith, and I thought my contribution was as
important as anyone else's. I spoke of the beauty that my belief
system brings to my life, in improving my outlook on this life I'm
given -- why is that considered to be raining on people's parades,
rather than their posts seen as raining on mine?

serene

Absolutely nothing wrong with expressing your opinion.

--
Wayne Boatwright *¿*
__________________________________________________________________
And if we enter a room full of manure, may we believe in the pony.

Quoted message said:

Curly Sue said:

On Sun, 01 Jan 2006 23:07:07 -0800, serene <[email hidden]>

Quoted message said:

And you know this how? :-)

http://www.jhuger.com/pascal.php

serene

Ah, in contrast to your previous statemtent, the purpose of your post
really was to suck people into a discussion and subsequently denigrate
their beliefs, as opposed to your own.

That is just untrue. I was responding to a claim by Carol that I was
wrong about how I think the world works, so I asked her a civil
question, she answered civilly, and we thanked each other. How is that
denigrating?

The link you posted.

Quoted message said:

I think Carol is a class act, and I think she knows that.
I don't know where you arrived at your mistaken interpretation of my
intent. (I might mention, too, that it was not I who began this
thread, or who posted my religious beliefs to a cooking newsgroup.)

First of all, you did indeed begin this thread- as a spin-off of
"Remembrances."

As to your not posting your religious beliefs, no one else did either.
A few people posted fanciful imaginings of how their loved ones might
happily be spending eternity, someone posted a lovely poem about how
loved one's memory/metaphorical spirit/molecules (you choose) linger
in nature and you felt impelled to correct everyone about heaven with
your own "non-religious" beliefs.

Why? People are reminiscing about their loved ones. What did you
hope to accomplish by telling them that you don't think people are
playing tennis in the great beyond? Are you so devoid of imagination,
so literal, that you can't figure out how they feel when they remember
their parents involved in the activities that they enjoyed while
alive?

Carol responded with a light-hearted statement which apparently you
feel constitutes "posting religious beliefs to the newsgroup" opening
the door for your nasty link making fun of other people.

Did you really not think that was an offensive piece?

Sue(tm)
Lead me not into temptation... I can find it myself!

Quoted message said:

Curly Sue said:

On Sun, 01 Jan 2006 10:47:52 -0800, serene <[email hidden]>

Quoted message said:

On Sun, 01 Jan 2006 17:56:23 GMT, "Ophelia" <[email hidden]> wrote:

>
>"Damsel in dis Dress" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
>news:[email hidden]...
>> They're not gone, they're just where we can't see them yet
>> Carol
>
>I Did Not Die
>
>Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
>I am not there; I do not sleep.
>I am a thousand winds that blow.
>I am the diamond glints on snow.
>I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
>I am the gentle autumn's rain.
>When you awaken in the morning's hush
>I am the swift uplifting rush
>Of quiet birds in circled flight.
>I am the soft stars that shine at night.
>Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
>I am not there. I did not die.

I feel impelled to pipe in and say ....

<snip personal beliefs about dust-to-dust>

Why? I'm kind of curious about the psychology behind a stated
compulsion to rain on this parade. Why do you care?

That's a very good question. I care because I spend my life feeling
invisible as a person of no faith, and I thought my contribution was as
important as anyone else's. I spoke of the beauty that my belief
system brings to my life, in improving my outlook on this life I'm
given -- why is that considered to be raining on people's parades,
rather than their posts seen as raining on mine?

serene

The link you posted was not "beautiful." It was ugly and hurtful.

How do people imagining their loved ones playing croquette rain on
your parade? How does a poem about loved ones' memory/metaphorical
spirit/molecules being imprinted in nature offend you as a "person of
no faith."? No one is requiring that you look at a sunset and
remember your friend or imagine your friend during a happy time. You
are free to forget him or remember him as you choose.

I don't like hearing about sports (although I admit that I don't mind
going to an event every so often). I don't like paying for 25 sports
channels on cable. I don't like buying newspapers and magazines with
sports sections that I will never read. I don't like much of what it
does to society and I don't admire the heros. I don't care if the
Jets beat the Nets or the Mets. I don't like listening to blather
about golf and tennis. But you know, a lot of people do, it's
impossible to get away from.

You can call me a "person of no sports" in a sports-obsessed world.
How do you think people would feel if I interrupted someone who said
"I passed by the stadium to buy a ticket" and told them "I just want
you to know that in my belief system this is a waste of time. I'm not
putting you down, but here's an article that shows how stupid you are.
Furthermore your continued discussion of sports offends me because I
don't pay attention to it." Oh sure, I have a right to my opinion and
to express it. But what would it accomplish other than to hurt my
friend?

My friends like sports. I like my friends. I have learned to
graciously deal with not sharing their obsession. I try to see the
positive and sometimes enjoy the spectacles. I even give a few
dollars when they do that pool thing at the office.

It's not that hard to be a non-whatever person. Just focus away from
yourself and think of how much your friends' beliefs makes your
friends happy. You'll be surprized at how much more relaxed you'll
feel. Maybe you'd even smile to imagine your friend and his cat with
halos kneeling on a cloud dropping things on people on earth 🙂
(apologies to Bob Thaves, "Frank & Ernest"😉
Sue(tm)
Lead me not into temptation... I can find it myself!

Ophelia said:

"Damsel in dis Dress" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
news:[email hidden]...

Quoted message said:

They're not gone, they're just where we can't see them yet
Carol

I Did Not Die

Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
I am not there. I did not die.

Melinda Sue Pacho

Ooooo. Brought tears to my eyes. Thank you for sharing, Ophelia.

TammyM

On Mon 02 Jan 2006 01:51:23p, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it Curly Sue?

Quoted message said:

Quoted message said:

Curly Sue said:

On Sun, 01 Jan 2006 10:47:52 -0800, serene <[email hidden]>
wrote:

>On Sun, 01 Jan 2006 17:56:23 GMT, "Ophelia" <[email hidden]> wrote:
>
>>
>>"Damsel in dis Dress" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
>>news:[email hidden]...
>>> They're not gone, they're just where we can't see them yet
>>> Carol
>>
>>I Did Not Die
>>
>>Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
>>I am not there; I do not sleep.
>>I am a thousand winds that blow.
>>I am the diamond glints on snow.
>>I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
>>I am the gentle autumn's rain.
>>When you awaken in the morning's hush
>>I am the swift uplifting rush
>>Of quiet birds in circled flight.
>>I am the soft stars that shine at night.
>>Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
>>I am not there. I did not die.
>
>I feel impelled to pipe in and say ....

<snip personal beliefs about dust-to-dust>

Why? I'm kind of curious about the psychology behind a stated
compulsion to rain on this parade. Why do you care?

That's a very good question. I care because I spend my life feeling
invisible as a person of no faith, and I thought my contribution was as
important as anyone else's. I spoke of the beauty that my belief
system brings to my life, in improving my outlook on this life I'm
given -- why is that considered to be raining on people's parades, rather
than their posts seen as raining on mine?

serene

The link you posted was not "beautiful." It was ugly and hurtful.

How do people imagining their loved ones playing croquette rain on
your parade? How does a poem about loved ones' memory/metaphorical
spirit/molecules being imprinted in nature offend you as a "person of
no faith."? No one is requiring that you look at a sunset and
remember your friend or imagine your friend during a happy time. You
are free to forget him or remember him as you choose.

I don't like hearing about sports (although I admit that I don't mind
going to an event every so often). I don't like paying for 25 sports
channels on cable. I don't like buying newspapers and magazines with
sports sections that I will never read. I don't like much of what it
does to society and I don't admire the heros. I don't care if the
Jets beat the Nets or the Mets. I don't like listening to blather
about golf and tennis. But you know, a lot of people do, it's
impossible to get away from.

You can call me a "person of no sports" in a sports-obsessed world.
How do you think people would feel if I interrupted someone who said
"I passed by the stadium to buy a ticket" and told them "I just want
you to know that in my belief system this is a waste of time. I'm not
putting you down, but here's an article that shows how stupid you are.
Furthermore your continued discussion of sports offends me because I
don't pay attention to it." Oh sure, I have a right to my opinion and
to express it. But what would it accomplish other than to hurt my
friend?

My friends like sports. I like my friends. I have learned to
graciously deal with not sharing their obsession. I try to see the
positive and sometimes enjoy the spectacles. I even give a few
dollars when they do that pool thing at the office.

It's not that hard to be a non-whatever person. Just focus away from
yourself and think of how much your friends' beliefs makes your
friends happy. You'll be surprized at how much more relaxed you'll
feel. Maybe you'd even smile to imagine your friend and his cat with
halos kneeling on a cloud dropping things on people on earth 🙂
(apologies to Bob Thaves, "Frank & Ernest"😉
Sue(tm)
Lead me not into temptation... I can find it myself!

I don't know if you really feel that way about sports or are simply using
that as an example, however, I do happen to feel that way about sports. I
have told visiting friends who wanted to watch some event on television
that they would have to do so in another room where I didn't have to see or
hear it. That the area in the house where I am is for those who came to
visit me. As far as I'm concerned, if they came to my house to watch
television, then they might as well have stayed home.

--
Wayne Boatwright *¿*
__________________________________________________________________
And if we enter a room full of manure, may we believe in the pony.

On 1 Jan 2006 19:05:28 +0100, Wayne Boatwright
<[email hidden]> wrote:

<snip>

Quoted message said:

This one's a bit maudlin, perhaps, but still one of my favorites.

<snip Auden poem>

Quoted message said:

W. H. Auden
Another Time, 1940

And another one:

'Dirge Without Music'

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard
ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.
Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go;
but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,--but the best is lost.
The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,
--
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses.
Elegant and curled Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom.
I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the
world.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave,
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

-- Edna St. Vincent Millay

"TammyM" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
news:[email hidden]...

Quoted message said:

On 1 Jan 2006 19:05:28 +0100, Wayne Boatwright
<[email hidden]> wrote:

<snip>

Quoted message said:

This one's a bit maudlin, perhaps, but still one of my favorites.

<snip Auden poem>

Quoted message said:

W. H. Auden
Another Time, 1940

And another one:

'Dirge Without Music'

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard
ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.
Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go;
but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,--but the best is lost.
The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,
--
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses.
Elegant and curled Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom.
I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the
world.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave,
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

-- Edna St. Vincent Millay

Thank you for sharing that Tammy

serene said:

Ophelia said:

"Damsel in dis Dress" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
news:[email hidden]...

Quoted message said:

They're not gone, they're just where we can't see them yet
Carol

I Did Not Die

Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
I am not there. I did not die.

I feel impelled to pipe in and say that I do believe that people who
died are dead and gone, not in heaven, not where I'm going to see them
later, and that doesn't detract from my love for them, or make me
sadder. If anything, it makes me all the more determined to have a
good life, because it's the only life I get.

(Please understand that I'm not denigrating those of you who believe
you will see your loved ones in some later life -- just sharing that
that's not the way it is for me.)

serene

I'm a "believer", but I didn't take any offense from your statement - nor
do I want to offend you. Each person should have the right to come to
his/her own conclusions and be able to express them. The premise of "free
exchange of ideas" in a forum of civil discourse is great. Most everyone I
know is all for it - as long as he/she is expressing his/her ideas.
However, when it comes to being tolerant of someone else's ideas, then it
is not such a good thing. Ahhh, the fickle world of human beings...

I thought your statements were polite and straight-forward. I didn't find
them hostile or insulting.

The above poem has long been one of my favorites - not that I accept it,
exactly as written, literally, even though I do accept the message.

When I see (or hear, or smell) certain things, it brings back some
beautiful memories of those now gone. So, I consider "the glints on snow",
etc to be representative of such moments that bring forth a cherished
memory. Those that have passed on are not totally gone or lost to us as
long as we have cherished memories.

I also believe in the "other" part, too. The "I am not there. I did not
die" part. But my right to believe doesn't trump your right not to.

Elaine, too

On Mon 02 Jan 2006 02:14:39p, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it TammyM?

Quoted message said:

On 1 Jan 2006 19:05:28 +0100, Wayne Boatwright
<[email hidden]> wrote:

<snip>

Quoted message said:

This one's a bit maudlin, perhaps, but still one of my favorites.

<snip Auden poem>

Quoted message said:

W. H. Auden
Another Time, 1940

And another one:

'Dirge Without Music'

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard
ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.
Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go;
but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,--but the best is lost.
The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,
--
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses.
Elegant and curled Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom.
I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the
world.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave,
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

-- Edna St. Vincent Millay

I've read that but did not have a copy, and now I do. Thank you.

The following is in dealing with losing a pet...

THE LAST BATTLE

If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this -- the last battle -- can't be won.
You will be sad, I understand,
But don't let grief then stay your hand.
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where my needs they'll tend.
But stay with me till the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
It is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We've been so close -- we two -- these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.

--
Wayne Boatwright *¿*
__________________________________________________________________
And if we enter a room full of manure, may we believe in the pony.

Wayne Boatwright said:

On Mon 02 Jan 2006 02:14:39p, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it TammyM?

Quoted message said:

On 1 Jan 2006 19:05:28 +0100, Wayne Boatwright
<[email hidden]> wrote:

<snip>

Quoted message said:

This one's a bit maudlin, perhaps, but still one of my favorites.

<snip Auden poem>

Quoted message said:

W. H. Auden
Another Time, 1940

And another one:

'Dirge Without Music'

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard
ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.
Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go;
but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,--but the best is lost.
The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,
--
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses.
Elegant and curled Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom.
I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the
world.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave,
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

-- Edna St. Vincent Millay

I've read that but did not have a copy, and now I do. Thank you.

The following is in dealing with losing a pet...

THE LAST BATTLE

If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this -- the last battle -- can't be won.
You will be sad, I understand,
But don't let grief then stay your hand.
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where my needs they'll tend.
But stay with me till the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
It is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We've been so close -- we two -- these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.

Thanks for posting this, Wayne. <sob> My Sadie (cat) is close to the
last battle right now. She's still eating well, but when the time
comes ... Ah, it's so hard.

TammyM

On Mon 02 Jan 2006 02:52:21p, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it TammyM?

Quoted message said:

Wayne Boatwright said:

On Mon 02 Jan 2006 02:14:39p, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it TammyM?

Quoted message said:

On 1 Jan 2006 19:05:28 +0100, Wayne Boatwright
<[email hidden]> wrote:

<snip>
>This one's a bit maudlin, perhaps, but still one of my favorites.
<snip Auden poem>

> W. H. Auden
> Another Time, 1940

And another one:

'Dirge Without Music'

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard
ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of
mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.
Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go;
but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,--but the best is lost.
The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,
-- They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses.
Elegant and curled Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom.
I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the
world. Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave,
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

-- Edna St. Vincent Millay

I've read that but did not have a copy, and now I do. Thank you.

The following is in dealing with losing a pet...

THE LAST BATTLE

If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this -- the last battle -- can't be won.
You will be sad, I understand,
But don't let grief then stay your hand.
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where my needs they'll tend.
But stay with me till the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
It is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We've been so close -- we two -- these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.

Thanks for posting this, Wayne. <sob> My Sadie (cat) is close to the
last battle right now. She's still eating well, but when the time
comes ... Ah, it's so hard.

I'm sorry to hear that, Tammy. It is very hard to face. Four years ago I
lost my 17 year old Margaret <tabby>. I am still not over it.

--
Wayne Boatwright *¿*
__________________________________________________________________
And if we enter a room full of manure, may we believe in the pony.

Ophelia said:

"Wayne Boatwright" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
news:[email hidden]...

Quoted message said:

On Sun 01 Jan 2006 11:26:07a, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it
Ophelia?

Quoted message said:

"Wayne Boatwright" <[email hidden]> wrote in message > On
another note, my mother was a very beautiful woman. I'm not
prejudiced,
> as everyone thought so. I once wrote the following to her as she
> was
> getting older...
>
> Glimpses of beauty
> as the years speed by.....
> Are my memories of
> You.

🙂 Lovely

Why would anyone think you prejudiced! About what?

Oh, you know, a son's prejudice about his mother's beauty. Children
are
often prejudiced about their parents' qualities, real or imagined.

Not something I have heard of.

"Prejudiced" means closed-minded (not willing to "open one's mind" to new
or different ideas); not willing to see any other point of
view; or, believing one thing based on something totally unrelated to the
situation.

Prejudice has taken on the meaning of hating someone of another race
simply based on skin color. That is a true meaning of the word
(because some people feel that way based on being closed-minded) But, that
is not the only meaning of the word.

Here, Wayne is saying that his mother was beautiful, but that he might
believe that simply because he is closed-minded about the subject or
because she was his mother and his love for her "blinded" him to the
truth or because he could see her beautiful inside as well as her
outside.

No doubt, Wayne's mother was beautiful and his statement to that effect
was true. The addition of "but I may be prejudiced" is kind of like a
disclaimer or is like saying "in my opinion". It is something we say in
the Southern US when we are stating any opinion about ourselves or our
loved ones. And it usually comes with a wink or a grin, real or implied.

Another example would be a couple that has just had a baby. Dad might say,
"Look at little Billy! Isn't he the most beautiful baby ever born! ...of
course, I might be prejudiced <g>." Of course Dad thinks little Billy is
the most beautiful baby ever born because that is what *every* parent
thinks - no matter what the baby looks like.

"But I might be prejudiced" is a way of apologizing for bragging on
yourself or your loved ones. That is important in the Southern US. It
makes the distinction between a person that is sharing his opinion and the
person that is a blowhard, self-absorbed, braggart jerk.

Elaine, too

Wayne Boatwright said:

On Mon 02 Jan 2006 01:51:23p, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it Curly Sue?

Quoted message said:

Quoted message said:

You can call me a "person of no sports" in a sports-obsessed world.

I don't know if you really feel that way about sports or are simply using
that as an example, however, I do happen to feel that way about sports. I
have told visiting friends who wanted to watch some event on television
that they would have to do so in another room where I didn't have to see or
hear it. That the area in the house where I am is for those who came to
visit me. As far as I'm concerned, if they came to my house to watch
television, then they might as well have stayed home.

We were not a sport-observant family: no holiday TV games, no
superbowls, or world series, etc. My dad golfs but he doesn't talk
about it at all. He just enjoys playing. I think it's good to be
personally involved in sports for the exercise but otherwise it's a
bore. After watching cats and dogs, though, it seems there is a
biological urge to chase small fast-moving objects which these sports
satisfy. I don't mind actually going to games once in a while
(especially outside on a nice fall day) though my understanding of any
sport is limited to knowing where each team has to get the ball/puck
in order to make points.

Fortunately I don't have friends who watch TV while visiting. Years
ago I worked someplace where the lunch conversation was
sports-without-end. These days it ranges only 0-30% of the
conversation, during which time I zone out to another channel with a
look of rapt attention on my face. The skill is in knowing when to
wake up and say "I'm glad your team won," "That's a good deal on a
tennis racket!," "How many miles (running/biking) or lb/kg (weights)
did you do?" or How long will it take to heal?"

Sue(tm)
Lead me not into temptation... I can find it myself!

On Mon 02 Jan 2006 03:36:28p, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it Elaine
Parrish?

Quoted message said:

Ophelia said:

"Wayne Boatwright" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
news:[email hidden]...

Quoted message said:

On Sun 01 Jan 2006 11:26:07a, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it
Ophelia?

>
> "Wayne Boatwright" <[email hidden]> wrote in message > On
> another note, my mother was a very beautiful woman. I'm not
> prejudiced,
>> as everyone thought so. I once wrote the following to her as she
>> was getting older...
>>
>> Glimpses of beauty
>> as the years speed by.....
>> Are my memories of
>> You.
>
>🙂 Lovely
>
> Why would anyone think you prejudiced! About what?

Oh, you know, a son's prejudice about his mother's beauty. Children
are often prejudiced about their parents' qualities, real or
imagined.

Not something I have heard of.

"Prejudiced" means closed-minded (not willing to "open one's mind" to
new or different ideas); not willing to see any other point of
view; or, believing one thing based on something totally unrelated to
the situation.

Prejudice has taken on the meaning of hating someone of another race
simply based on skin color. That is a true meaning of the word
(because some people feel that way based on being closed-minded) But,
that is not the only meaning of the word.

Here, Wayne is saying that his mother was beautiful, but that he might
believe that simply because he is closed-minded about the subject or
because she was his mother and his love for her "blinded" him to the
truth or because he could see her beautiful inside as well as her
outside.

No doubt, Wayne's mother was beautiful and his statement to that effect
was true. The addition of "but I may be prejudiced" is kind of like a
disclaimer or is like saying "in my opinion". It is something we say in
the Southern US when we are stating any opinion about ourselves or our
loved ones. And it usually comes with a wink or a grin, real or implied.

Another example would be a couple that has just had a baby. Dad might
say, "Look at little Billy! Isn't he the most beautiful baby ever born!
...of course, I might be prejudiced <g>." Of course Dad thinks little
Billy is the most beautiful baby ever born because that is what *every*
parent thinks - no matter what the baby looks like.

"But I might be prejudiced" is a way of apologizing for bragging on
yourself or your loved ones. That is important in the Southern US. It
makes the distinction between a person that is sharing his opinion and
the person that is a blowhard, self-absorbed, braggart jerk.

Elaine, you hit all that right on the head. I think you know that my
family is from Mississippi, so my usage probably stemmed from that.

--
Wayne Boatwright *¿*
__________________________________________________________________
And if we enter a room full of manure, may we believe in the pony.

On Mon, 02 Jan 2006 22:41:01 GMT, [email hidden] (Curly

Sue) said:

We were not a sport-observant family: no holiday TV games, no
superbowls, or world series, etc.

Lucky you! I resent having family holidays disrupted by football
games. Dad did it every year. So what happens to the family unit
during that stupid (IMO) game? Right. The rest of us huddled in the
kitchen, nibbling on leftovers. Stupid (IMO) football! ;o)

Quoted message said:

After watching cats and dogs, though, it seems there is a
biological urge to chase small fast-moving objects which these sports
satisfy.

I believe that soccer was invented by someone who was owned by a cat.

Carol

On Mon, 02 Jan 2006 22:41:01 GMT, [email hidden] (Curly

Sue) said:

Wayne Boatwright said:

On Mon 02 Jan 2006 01:51:23p, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it Curly Sue?

Quoted message said:

Quoted message said:

You can call me a "person of no sports" in a sports-obsessed world.

I don't know if you really feel that way about sports or are simply using
that as an example, however, I do happen to feel that way about sports. I
have told visiting friends who wanted to watch some event on television
that they would have to do so in another room where I didn't have to see or
hear it. That the area in the house where I am is for those who came to
visit me. As far as I'm concerned, if they came to my house to watch
television, then they might as well have stayed home.

We were not a sport-observant family: no holiday TV games, no
superbowls, or world series, etc. My dad golfs but he doesn't talk
about it at all. He just enjoys playing. I think it's good to be
personally involved in sports for the exercise but otherwise it's a
bore. After watching cats and dogs, though, it seems there is a
biological urge to chase small fast-moving objects which these sports
satisfy. I don't mind actually going to games once in a while
(especially outside on a nice fall day) though my understanding of any
sport is limited to knowing where each team has to get the ball/puck
in order to make points.

Fortunately I don't have friends who watch TV while visiting. Years
ago I worked someplace where the lunch conversation was
sports-without-end. These days it ranges only 0-30% of the
conversation, during which time I zone out to another channel with a
look of rapt attention on my face. The skill is in knowing when to
wake up and say "I'm glad your team won," "That's a good deal on a
tennis racket!," "How many miles (running/biking) or lb/kg (weights)
did you do?" or How long will it take to heal?"

Sue(tm)
Lead me not into temptation... I can find it myself!

--
Susan N.

"Moral indignation is in most cases two percent moral,
48 percent indignation, and 50 percent envy."
Vittorio De Sica, Italian movie director (1901-1974

On Mon 02 Jan 2006 03:54:00p, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it Damsel in
dis Dress?

Quoted message said:

On Mon, 02 Jan 2006 22:41:01 GMT, [email hidden] (Curly

Sue) said:

We were not a sport-observant family: no holiday TV games, no
superbowls, or world series, etc.

Lucky you! I resent having family holidays disrupted by football
games. Dad did it every year. So what happens to the family unit
during that stupid (IMO) game? Right. The rest of us huddled in the
kitchen, nibbling on leftovers. Stupid (IMO) football! ;o)

Quoted message said:

After watching cats and dogs, though, it seems there is a
biological urge to chase small fast-moving objects which these sports
satisfy.

I believe that soccer was invented by someone who was owned by a cat.

Carol

Soccer was invented by *the cats*.

--
Wayne Boatwright *¿*
__________________________________________________________________
And if we enter a room full of manure, may we believe in the pony.

"Elaine Parrish" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
news:[email hidden]...

Quoted message said:

"Prejudiced" means closed-minded (not willing to "open one's mind" to
new
or different ideas); not willing to see any other point of
view; or, believing one thing based on something totally unrelated to
the
situation.

Quite so.

Quoted message said:

Prejudice has taken on the meaning of hating someone of another race
simply based on skin color. That is a true meaning of the word
(because some people feel that way based on being closed-minded) But,
that
is not the only meaning of the word.

Nod.

Quoted message said:

Here, Wayne is saying that his mother was beautiful, but that he might
believe that simply because he is closed-minded about the subject or
because she was his mother and his love for her "blinded" him to the
truth or because he could see her beautiful inside as well as her
outside.

Ahh I see! 🙂)

Quoted message said:

No doubt, Wayne's mother was beautiful and his statement to that
effect
was true. The addition of "but I may be prejudiced" is kind of like a
disclaimer or is like saying "in my opinion". It is something we say
in
the Southern US when we are stating any opinion about ourselves or our
loved ones. And it usually comes with a wink or a grin, real or
implied.

I see🙂 Daylight is dawning🙂

Quoted message said:

Another example would be a couple that has just had a baby. Dad might
say,
"Look at little Billy! Isn't he the most beautiful baby ever born!
...of
course, I might be prejudiced <g>." Of course Dad thinks little Billy
is
the most beautiful baby ever born because that is what *every* parent
thinks - no matter what the baby looks like.

"But I might be prejudiced" is a way of apologizing for bragging on
yourself or your loved ones. That is important in the Southern US. It
makes the distinction between a person that is sharing his opinion and
the
person that is a blowhard, self-absorbed, braggart jerk.

Thank you Elaine, I am most grateful🙂 I am very pleased to have
learned this distinction. I shall be aware in the future.

Oh I do love to learn these things and I am very happy to have the
explanations🙂)

Thank you again🙂)

O

"Wayne Boatwright" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
news:[email hidden]...

Quoted message said:

On Mon 02 Jan 2006 03:36:28p, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it Elaine
Parrish?

Quoted message said:

Ophelia said:

"Wayne Boatwright" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
news:[email hidden]...
> On Sun 01 Jan 2006 11:26:07a, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it
> Ophelia?
>
>>
>> "Wayne Boatwright" <[email hidden]> wrote in message > On
>> another note, my mother was a very beautiful woman. I'm not
>> prejudiced,
>>> as everyone thought so. I once wrote the following to her as
>>> she
>>> was getting older...
>>>
>>> Glimpses of beauty
>>> as the years speed by.....
>>> Are my memories of
>>> You.
>>
>>🙂 Lovely
>>
>> Why would anyone think you prejudiced! About what?
>
> Oh, you know, a son's prejudice about his mother's beauty.
> Children
> are often prejudiced about their parents' qualities, real or
> imagined.

Not something I have heard of.

"Prejudiced" means closed-minded (not willing to "open one's mind" to
new or different ideas); not willing to see any other point of
view; or, believing one thing based on something totally unrelated to
the situation.

Prejudice has taken on the meaning of hating someone of another race
simply based on skin color. That is a true meaning of the word
(because some people feel that way based on being closed-minded) But,
that is not the only meaning of the word.

Here, Wayne is saying that his mother was beautiful, but that he
might
believe that simply because he is closed-minded about the subject or
because she was his mother and his love for her "blinded" him to the
truth or because he could see her beautiful inside as well as her
outside.

No doubt, Wayne's mother was beautiful and his statement to that
effect
was true. The addition of "but I may be prejudiced" is kind of like a
disclaimer or is like saying "in my opinion". It is something we say
in
the Southern US when we are stating any opinion about ourselves or
our
loved ones. And it usually comes with a wink or a grin, real or
implied.

Another example would be a couple that has just had a baby. Dad might
say, "Look at little Billy! Isn't he the most beautiful baby ever
born!
...of course, I might be prejudiced <g>." Of course Dad thinks little
Billy is the most beautiful baby ever born because that is what
*every*
parent thinks - no matter what the baby looks like.

"But I might be prejudiced" is a way of apologizing for bragging on
yourself or your loved ones. That is important in the Southern US. It
makes the distinction between a person that is sharing his opinion
and
the person that is a blowhard, self-absorbed, braggart jerk.

Elaine, you hit all that right on the head. I think you know that my
family is from Mississippi, so my usage probably stemmed from that.

and now.. thanks to Elaine.. I understand you perfectly🙂)))))))

I do love this group🙂) Such patience to help someone to understand is
wonderful🙂)

O

O