More forest. 5 kittens were born in 1999. Here is some art from maybe 1993. Here is some poetry, songs, written by my mother. Here are some of our family trees as well.
Lake, island, forest, ships (1995 maybe)
The castle gate (June, 1993)
1999-05-04, May fourth, Tuesday, 09:00 AM PST 163: kittens were birth, born, inside my sister's dresser, maybe by Honey Cat. Honey was first found in the shed of our neighbors at 162, Mike & Kyle Vanderzanden, earlier in 1999 or maybe 1998 or possibly as early as 1997. Our grey cat, Puffer or Poffer or Loxx Catt, probably died in 1997.
Names of the kittens
Goals in 2007, August 30th
First, copy home videos because they're limited, special, unique, since they highlight our childhood in the 90's, mostly. Secondly, scan family albums, photos. Third, document, write, type, record, archive, collect, save, copy, mirror, family history, autobiographies, important family documents, history, information related to you life, your family's life and journey.
2005-05-24: Muslim Omar talked about how people go to church, put too much blind faith on preachers, pastors, like Catholics on Mary, reading scripture off screens instead of bringing God's Word with them to the sermons. It's like welfare. We want the pastor to feed us milk, not meat. We don't want to study. We just want to be entertained, spoon-fed. Think about the parable of the sower. What does it mean? Is God a genie or is He more than that? Is God a lottery ticket? The Bible does not really promise a magical formula towards always getting exactly what you may want, be it money, power, fame, health, stuff, or whatever. What matters is the relationship and the fire under our gold.
When you skip around the Bible, you lose content, context, perspective, on the overall story, arch, message, meaning, purpose, the bigger picture. It is like taking Trump and Alex Jones out of context through the electricity telephone game where you whisper a message into your neighbors ear and they pass it all, but only once, to the next person, all around the circle, until it gets back to the message creator. You find out what was really said was so much different, generally, than what survived. That happens all of the time in life. Rick mentioned Joyce Meyers.
Poetry by my mother, Marilyn Mitchell (Morehead)
Lion King Art, Poetry, & Family Tree
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Bhakti and Jaya, neighbor kids, 1993-1994
They lived in space 164, next door to me when I was eight years old. They lived there for about a year. First saw them climbing our big oak tree in our front yard when they first moved in. At the time, they were like my best friends for a year and then my best friend, according to me, was Bill Bailey in the late 90's. We invited them to church. We had a Halloween party at their house. We drew mazes, art. We played Power Rangers. They had a black and white Apple Mac computer.
We made ginger bread cookies and houses.
I would wait for them to come home from school, as I was homeschooled. It was sad when they suddenly moved away. About 4 years later, Bill & Janet Bailey moved out of our ghetto as well, to North Plains, and then to Trout Dale, and then back to North Plains. I felt like I would never see them ever again either but then did see them afterwards.