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GEORGIA SALLY LUNN

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  • Exported from MasterCook * GEORGIA SALLY LUNN Recipe By : Southwestern Cookery cookbook
    Serving Size : 1 Preparation Time :0:00
    Categories : Breads Amount Measure Ingredient — Preparation Method
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    1/2 cup shortening
    1/2 cup sugar
    2 eggs, — well beaten
    1 cup milk
    3 teaspoons baking powder
    2 cups cake flour, — sifted
    3/4 teaspoon salt

Cream shortening; add sugar and cream.

Combine beaten eggs and milk and add alternately with dry ingredients to mixture.

Turn into a greased and floured shallow pan and bake in hot oven (450 degrees) for 25 minutes.

Cut in 2-inch squares and serve hot with butter.

Makes about 24 pieces.

From Favorite recipes of Colfax Country Club Women, 1946 by Mrs. Young, Colmor
Typed by Ethel Snyder essie49@juno.com
Date August 17, 1997

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Word Of The Day For Monday September 9, 2019

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Monday September 9, 2019

eustress

PRONUNCIATION: (YOO-stres)

MEANING: noun: A positive, beneficial form of stress.

ETYMOLOGY: Coined by the endocrinologist Hans Selye (1907-1982). From Greek eu- (good) + stress, from shortening of distress or from Old French estressei (narrowness or oppression), from Latin strictus, from stringere (to bind tight). Earliest documented use: 1950s.

NOTES: Eustress is happy stress. Some examples of eustress are excitement at starting a new job, an upcoming wedding, etc. In general, mild stress works as eustress, bringing motivation and spurring action. Too much stress results in distress.

USAGE: “Ann was mired ankle-deep in eustress. If she pulled one foot out of its boot, where would she put that foot while she pulled the other foot to freedom?” Elizabeth Schaeffer; The Skein; Trafford; 2012.

A THOUGHT FOR TODAY: There is no greatness where there is not simplicity, goodness, and truth. -Leo Tolstoy, novelist and philosopher (9 Sep 1828-1910)

Old Childhood Diary Entry For Thursday June 10, 1993

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Thursday June 10, 1993

Dear Judy,

This week was a boring week. Three more days left. 17 days until I’m sweet 16. Exams Monday & Tuesday. Nothing more to say. Love, Tara K. Torme

Think Of Me

Think of me
Think of me fondly
When we’ve said
Goodbye
Remember me
Once in a while –
Please promise me
You’ll try.

When you find
That, once
Again, you long
To take your heart back
And be free-
If you
Ever find
A moment
Spare a thought
For me…

We never said
Our love
Was evergreen,
Or as unchanging
As the sea-
But if
You can still
Remember,
Stop and think
Of me…

Think of all the things
We’ve shared and seen –
Don’t think about the things
Which might have been…

Think of me,
Think of me waking,
Silent and
Resigned.

Imagine me,
Trying too hard
To put you
From my mind.

Recall those days,
Look back
On all those times,
Think of the things,
We’ll never do –
There will
Never be
A day, when
I won’t think
Of you…

Can it be?
Can it be Christine?

What a change!
You’re really
Not a bit
The gawkish girl
That once you were…

She may
Not remember
Me, but
I remember her…

We never said
Our love
Was evergreen,
Or as unchanging
As the sea –
But please
Promise me,
That sometimes,
You will think
Of me!

The Phantom Of The Opera

In sleep
He sang to me,
In dreams
He came…
That voice
Which calls to me
And speaks
My name…

And do
I dream again?
For now
I find
The Phantom Of The Opera
Is there –
Inside my mind…

Sing once
Again
Our strange
Duet…
My power
Over you
Grows stronger
Yet…

And though
You turn from me,
To glance
Behind,
The Phantom Of The Opera
Is there –
Inside your mind…

Those who
Have seen your face
Draw back
In fear…
I am
The mask you wear…

It’s me they hear…

Your/my spirit
And your/my voice
In one
Combined:
The Phantom Of The Opera
Is there –
Inside your/my mind…

He’s there,
The Phantom Of The Opera…
Beware
The Phantom Of The Opera…

In all
Your fantasies,
You always
Knew
That man
And mystery…

…were both
In you…

And in
This labyrinth
Where night
Is blind,
The Phantom Of The Opera
Is there/here
Inside your/my mind…

Sing, my angel of music!

He’s there
The Phantom Of The Opera…

Prayer Journal For Thursday February 17, 2022

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Thursday February 17, 2022

Dear God,

I want a social circle of my own. I want friends in my own age group. I want friends to lift me up. I want friends to always encourage me. I want friends with similar interests to mine. I want friends to write with. I want friends who love cats & animals. I want friends whom I can consider as blood family. I want friends who will be there for me during all the good times & all the bad times. I give it all to you to deal with. In your hands. Please listen to my prayer.

To God For Thursday February 17, 2022

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Thursday February 17, 2022

Dear God,

Is there hope for people in the world? If someone has committed a minor crime, went to prison, how long shall they be labelled a criminal? How do they redeem themselves to make a new life if they keep on being labeled a criminal? How do they prove themselves they have changed if they are constantly being judged? If they are being judged, does that not make it easier for them to return to a life of crime if the world deems them as nothing but criminals? Can you answer this, God?

SpatchesBy: Tara Kimberley Torme

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Tuesday November 10, 2020

Spatches
By: Tara Kimberley Torme

Back during the
Salad Days –
Montreal – Westmount
There was a restaurant
Called Spatches –
Served the world’s
Best pizza – wood
Oven – we went
There – our mothers,
Us – a meal – my
Shirley Temple with
Extra cherries – pizza
The way I liked –
Plain – cheese –
Great times – great
Memories – you and
I went by ourselves
As children – a
Special lunch – just
Us – memories of
A time gone by –
Spatches a ghost
Of the past – but
Part of the Good
Old Salad Days of
Montreal. Do you
Remember?