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Time to get ready

In the New Year, may your right hand always be stretched out in friendship, but never in want.

Irish Toast

Welcome back one and all. I don’t know about you but I always find the days between Christmas and New Years to be somewhat unique. Thankfully they provide a soft landing field for those who celebrate Christmas with all its hustle and bustle. In our case Christmas entails multiple meals, family gatherings and meeting with those close to us. We often eat too much and sleep too little. And then it is the day after Christmas, unless you are running to stores to exchange gifts or take advantage of deep post-Christmas discounts or having to work you get to relax.

In my case my family provided me with useful gifts, restaurant and theatre gift cards and a credit to be added to my sometimes over used Amazon account. But these few days are much more, I already had a a leisurely lunch with one of my grandsons who is home from college for a few weeks, I really enjoy spending time with him and getting his perspective on our world. It is also a time when those who can still afford to migrate south to warmer climes start packing before they are off not to be seen again until spring.

These are the days with few meetings, limited opportunities for service and a kind of recess before everything gears back up right after New Year’s Day. It is a great time to reflect on the past and lay plans for the future while making those never to be broken New Year’s resolutions. I hope you will also spend some of the time identifying those who you respect and appreciate for it is they who make our world a better place. I get concerned that far too many of us don’t stop often enough to take stock of all that is done for us and all that makes our lives better than they would be otherwise.

So my friends to you and others like you, I am grateful, these are tough times and it us up to us to do what we can make the times as tolerable as we can for each other. Here is a recipe for a great New Year that I think is worth our following, I don’t know who wrote it but I know I would havem liked whoever it was.


    Take twelve fine, full-grown months; see that these are thoroughly free from old memories of bitterness, rancor and hate, cleanse them completely from every clinging spite; pick off all specks of pettiness and littleness; in short, see that these months are freed from all the past—have them fresh and clean as when they first came from the great storehouse of Time. Cut these months into thirty or thirty-one equal parts. Do not attempt to make up the whole batch at one time (so many persons spoil the entire lot this way) but prepare one day at a time.

    Into each day put equal parts of faith, patience, courage, work (some people omit this ingredient and so spoil the flavor of the rest), hope, fidelity, liberality, kindness, rest (leaving this out is like leaving the oil out of the salad dressing— don’t do it), prayer, meditation, and one well-selected resolution. Put in about one teaspoonful of good spirits, a dash of fun, a pinch of folly, a sprinkling of play, and a heaping cupful of good humor.


A new beginning is perhaps the best time to say…It’s so nice to know you…

And here’s wishing our friendship continues to grow in the days to come.

Author Unknown


The church was celebrating Communion.  During the “children’s sermon,” the minister was talking about Communion and what it is all about.  “The Bible talks of Holy Communion being a ‘joyful feast’.  What does that mean? Well, ‘joyful’ means happy, right?  And a feast is a meal.  So a ‘joyful feast’ is a happy meal.  And what are the three things we need for a happy meal?”

Little Johnny put up his hand and said, “Hamburger, fries, and a regular soft drink?”


Never trust a stockbroker who’s married to a travel agent.


The newlyweds entered the elevator of their Miami Beach hotel. The operator, a magnificent blonde, looked at them in surprise and said, “Why, hello, Teddy, how are you?”

A frosty silence prevailed until the couple reached their room, when the piqued bride demanded: “Who was that woman?!”

“Take it easy, honey,” said the groom, “I’m going to have trouble enough explaining you to her.”


It used to be only death and taxes were inevitable. Now, of course, there’s shipping and handling, too.


At a wedding rehearsal, the minister told the father of the bride, “As you give your daughter’s hand to the bridegroom, you should say something nice to him.”

The father, a grocery store manager, took the advice.  During the wedding ceremony, he placed the bride’s hand on his son-in-law’s arm and said, “No deposit, no return.”


“I told my psychiatrist that everyone hates me. He said I was being ridiculous – everyone hasn’t met me yet.”

Rodney Dangerfield.


Wouldn’t be great if:

…a person would feel as good at 50 as he did at 17, and he would actually be as smart at 50 as he thought he was at 17.

…you could give away a baby bed without getting pregnant.

…doing what was good for you would be what you enjoyed doing the most.

…pro baseball players would complain about teachers being paid contracts worth millions of dollars.

…people would always have good reasons to be optimistic.

…you would never fumble, but if you did, you would recover the ball yourself.

…the mail would always be early, the check would always be in the mail, and it would be written for more than you expected.

…first impressions wouldn’t count for nearly as much as ultimate performance.

…winning might be a nice thing, but that would be all.

…all people would expect to be accepted.

…every once in a while at least, a kid who always closed the door softly would be told, “Go back and slam the door.”

…the better food tasted, the less calories it would have.

…warranties would be for 13 months and products would fail at 12.


You can’t turn back the clock, but you can wind it up again.


The Smith’s were proud of their family tradition.  Their ancestors had come to America on the Mayflower.  Their line had included Senators and Wall Street wizards. Now they decided to compile a family history, a legacy for the children.  They hired a fine author.  Only one problem arose — how to handle that great-uncle who was executed in the electric chair.

The author said he could handle that chapter of history tactfully.

The book appeared.  It said that “Great-uncle George occupied a chair of applied electronics at an important government institution, was attached to his position by the strongest of ties and his death came as a real shock.”


We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year’s Day.

Edith Lovejoy Pierce


Stay well, do good work, and have fun.

Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

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