Showing posts with label Birthday Party. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Birthday Party. Show all posts

Monday, October 6, 2008

Gladys Is Looking Forwards to Her Party

Gladys said this morning that she's looking forwards to her party.

"I don't want people to make a big deal about me being 100, I just want them
to come and visit and have a good time visiting with me. I just want to see my
friends, tell some stories and remember the good times. They don't have to
always be right on me, they can visit among themselves," said Gladys.

"I'm doing pretty good these days. I exercise every day, eat good and get
around with my walker"

She was sitting at the kitchen table when she remembered the lines from
The Village Blacksmith by Henry Wadsorth Longfellow.

THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH

Under the spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he.
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.

His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
His face is like the tan;
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate'er ha can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man.

Week in, week out, from morn til night,
You can hear his bellows blow;
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,
With measured beat and slow,
Like a sexton ringing the village bell,
When the evening sun is low.

And children coming home from school
Look in the open door;
They love to see the flaming forge,
And hear the bellows roar,
And catch the burning sparks that fly
Like chaff from the threashing-floor.

He goes to church on sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys;
He hears the parson pray and preach,
He hears his daughter's voice,
Singing in the church choir,
And it makes his heart rejoice.

It sounds to him like her mother's voice,
Singing in Paradise!
He thinks of her once more,
How in the grave she lies;
And with his heard , rough hand he wipes
A tear out of his eyes.

Toiling, - rejoicing, - sorrowing,
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close;
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose.

Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou hast taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought.

Monday, September 29, 2008

INVITATION

*****PLEASE*****
******COME CELEBRATE*****
100 YEARS
WITH
GLADYS FLETCHER
AND FAMILY
at
ASHLAND PUBLIC SCHOOL,
ASHLAND, MONTANA
ON SATURDAY OCTOBER 18TH FROM 12 TO 5 PM
We will provide the main dish & drink
Please bring your best
GLADYS STORIES
&
Favorite Side Dishes
We hope to see all of Gladys' Friends and Neighbors!!!
No Alcoholic Beverages will be permitted since this is at the school.
For those of you who would like to stay overnight in Ashland:
Western 8 Motel
406 784-2400
Single Room $28.00
Double Room $45.00
3 Beds $56.00
The Heritage Living Center
406 784-2840
There is no set fee,
a donation can be made.