TREEHOUSE 2 TREEHOUSE                POETRY BY UN BEL DI                UP IN THE TREEHOUSE

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Our Reunion on Maui 1992





















HERE THEY COME


HALLOWEEN ON FRONT ST. LAHAINA


TALK STORY PART 1


TALK STORY PART 2


TALK STORY PART 3


TALK STORY PART 4


TALK STORY PART 5























MOM'S RETURN VISIT...SAYS ALOHA ONCE AGAIN AT LAHAINA MARKET PLACE

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

HIS HAND SHALL GUIDE ME








“HIS HAND SHALL GUIDE ME”



It could happen soon. I just knew that any day the news that I had been waiting for was going to come by phone or mail. It didn’t make any difference. I was ready to accept any information that was available. It was hard to face the uncertainty of the effect this was going to have in the lives of the rest of the family. There could be anger; even hate and that would be hard to deal with. Still I knew this was right for me. I had crossed many bridges but this decision I had made was about to change my life in a way that no other had. I needed God’s help and it was to late to turn back now.

For forty years I had kept this secret in my heart and now the closed door was about to swing open. My prayer was soon about to be answered and I was ready.

As I sat there trying to decide whom to call to let them know I couldn’t make it to the next ALMA meeting, the phone rang. Is this Sarah Hoover? I didn’t recognize his voice and hardly anyone called me by my real name of Sarah. I had used the name Dianne since I was in my teens. He was calling me from the adoption agency. My heart was in my throat and I could hardly talk above a whisper. “ I have just located your daughter” he said, “ and her name is Donna”

It had been fifty-one years ago that a young girl barely sixteen had handed her three-day-old baby girl over to a couple that she never met. They were going to love her and provide a good home for her. I was never going to see my baby again.

I am married now and have another daughter. Her name is Carol Ann and I call her my Queen. I now have two Queens to love. My cup runneth over. This story is dedicated to Donna and Carol Ann.

MANY WATERS CANNOT QUENCH LOVE, NEITHER CAN THE RIVERS CARRY IT AWAY. (SONG SOLOMON (CH 8: 7a)

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Some Favorite Photos

The Reunion...It's Luau time in Lahaina

The Reunion...Lisa and DeAnne in front of the Pioneer Inn in Lahaina

The Reunion...Carol Ann in Donna's Kitchen

My Queen Carol Ann and Her King Bob

Lisa...Beauty Pageant Winner










Mom's Little Bus

Saturday, April 2, 2011

"Thoughts "(from Psalm 139)




















"Thoughts "(from Psalm 139)

It really saddens my heart, that... with the stroke of a pen
you can cancel out an entire account
and with a statement or just a word...
you can end a long time friendship or marriage

How cheap and shabby we treat a human life
with thoughtless behavior
just to please our moments of pain
and frustration

Shouldn't we be asking ourselves some questions... like
how can we really expect to build a good home
and at the same time
destroy all the efforts we make

First of all.. to do any building of value
there must be a plan.. .But!. . we say
we don't have any plans for the future
then, what is the purpose?

To make money?.. for what?
to care and love someone?.. .for what reason?
to dream?....about what?
to hope'?....to what end?

That makes no sense at all, for it's like a empty vessel
it is not even loving or caring for one's self
for God tells us we are fearfully...
and wonderfully made

So starting with that truth, shouldn't we
be sitting goals, making plans, seeking directions
and purpose... for without these
we fail and will never succeed

Being a total loving person.. and reaching for the goals...
for then and only then.. will God bless our efforts
but to often we think.. that’s my neighbor.. or my mate
when I must ask myself "Lord, isn't it me your speaking to,"

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