A message from Enid C, received prior to Easter.
Thank you for all your posts brightening our days. Hope you and all your family enjoy a wonderful Easter.
A friend sent this note to me and Philip suggested you might like it.
This notice can now be found in all French churches:
En entrant dans cette église, il est possible que vous entendiez l'appel de Dieu.
Par contre, il n’est pas susceptible de vous contacter par téléphone.
Merci d'avoir éteint votre téléphone.
Si vous souhaitez parler à Dieu, entrez, choisissez un endroit tranquille et parle lui.
Si vous souhaitez le voir, envoyez-lui un SMS en conduisant.
It is possible that on entering this church, you may hear the Call of God.
On the other hand, it is not likely that he will contact you by phone.
Thank you for turning off your phone.
If you would like to talk to God, come in, choose a quiet place, and talk to him.
If you would like to see him, send him a text while driving.
Amen to that, sister.
From Tim B in respect of the Anzac Day posts:
I salute all your war veterans! Especially those who have given the ultimate sacrifice. May they rest in peace and their sacrifice not be in vain.
From Maria B, responding to the following Thought for the Day:
I wasn’t going to reply, BUT
Unfortunately I didn’t feel the pain that (husband) Robert did in my first pregnancy, but I do remember that his thumb was sore because I held on to it tightly!!
Needless to say that in the next two pregnancies, I did not hold on to his thumb – I learned my lesson!!
From Tobye P in the US in response to the Anzac Day posts:
Thanks Otto-that poem always gets me.
“They fell with their faces to the foe”
Gives me shivers to think of the horrors they must have witnessed/endured. But they did not surrender their humanity-the biscuit box cross is proof of that.
Re: yesterday’s Bytes-How could anyone-especially there-think it was “forgot”? And how many people who all knew better “saw” it-but didn’t really see it all. Astonishing that they were actually hung with that gaffe.
Thanks for sharing-appreciate all you do to bring us valuable trivia!
The sad thing is that they were so young, many only just out of childhood, never having the chance to have families, to grow old themselves. Eric Bogle wrote a song called The Green Fields of France which focuses on the death of a 19 year old in WW1. It contains the following lyrics at the end:
Well the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain,
The killing and dying, were all done in vain.
For Willie McBride, it all happened again,
And again, and again, and again, and again.
Sad, sad, sad.
Leo M sent me an email entitled The Chalk Guy is Back. Some amazing footpath chalk art there . . .