And all the wonderful, Irreplaceable people in your life.
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Here’s a note about the sparking American flag I used in the photo here….
It is one of my grandmother’s cherished pins she used to wear. She was my mother’s mother and singlehandedly raised her children on her own due to my grandfather James Hubert Hart dying of spinal meningitis when my mother was four years old.
Mom said the day that she finally realized that she was alive was the day she overheard someone talking about who is getting all the kids, and what houses they were all going to because Grandma couldn’t afford to take care of them all herself.
Grandma wasn’t afraid to take a man’s job in a time when it was was very unpopular for a woman to rivet airplanes -but she did.
There wasn’t anything that could stop my grandmother Ruby Hart.
She was proud to be an American citizen and so appreciative of everything that you ever did for her— just like my mother.
That’s why when she had Alzheimer’s disease-like my mother had, untiL she touched the face of God nearly a year ago I didn’t think anything of helping taking care of her.
I bought her big print Readers Digest books to encourage her to talk and keep her mind active…and they did.
She read one of them every day … so I bought more for her and she smiled as she read each story.
I found them at local libraries and we would talk about the stories in each story, which would inspire her to tell me about her life recalling memories of when she was younger.
I don’t have a digital image of Grandma-yet’ but I’ll create one for this story I didn’t know I was going to write, until writing the first sentence!
I know we have our trouble in America, but when you compare us to other countries- it’s pretty damn nice country anyway you look at it. We have precious freedoms another country can match.
I didn’t say God Bless America because I wanted everyone no matter who they were to be able to relate to the image and the meaning behind image.
I’m Christian so I’ll always say God Bless America, but as an empowered lady I would love to see all of us all over the world worry less about religion & culture and focus more about just treating each other kindly and know everyone has a right to believe what they feel strongly about.
As long as they are not hurting you or anyone then let him believe it if they find solace and peace through it.
Uniting as living, breathing people who have the power to good-is my dream for not only America but for the world.
Written by Paulette Le Pore Motzko
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Written and Compiled by Paulette Le Pore Motzko.
If I wrote my entire name, complete with my middle name, confirmation name, maiden name and then married name it would look something like this….
Paulette Ann Therese Le Pore Motzko.
I was confirmed in 2001 after reading prayers of my Nanny’s and seeing a St. Therese chaplet advertised in the church bulletin.
I sent for it and began saying the 24 Glory Be To The Father prayers, (one for each of the 24 years she lived), asking her to carry my intention’s to the Throne of God like a bouquet of sweet roses. Roses started appearing in places where no roses grew and always when I asked for something, or the prayer would be answered.
That’s when I wanted to become confirmed, adding Therese to my name as a testimony to her influence in my life, which was very late for any Catholic. I never cared about what any one else did, but always stayed true to myself and genuine of heart. My Mother was my Sponsor with the Bishop. Those photos are stellar to look back on today.
Even if you’re not Catholic but Christian, Muslim, Jewish or any other faith; there is great merit to be gleaned in St. Therese’s wisdom-filled words.
May 31st, 2017 at 2:48 a.m.
Below is a chaplet of St. Therese.
I’ve never heard Claude Bolling before he plays a mixture of classical and jazz merged together and it’s phenomenal.
Paulette Le Pore Motzko
January 8th, 2017
We all have Thanksgiving stories to tell and memories that stand out from the rest.
Can you share some of the special times that you remember I’m Thanksgiving?
Was there a time that you donated your time to a Food Bank and cooked and made food for the homeless and underprivileged?
Was there a time when your family got together and everything and everybody was especially wonderful?
Was there a ceremony that you and your family and love ones did that no one else did that made it unique?
Share your story of thankfulness with everyone.
Images photographed and created by Paulette Motzko
This story is so sad but beautifully illustrates how we should try and do and give everything we possibly can to our parents while we can.
The tree this gives mangoes is a metaphor for our parents and the boy represent every child.
One day they will need us and since they gave us LIFE itself, we can create extraordinary memories to draw back on of the TIME we spent with them.
Paulette Le Pore Motzko
November 6th 2016 9:27 a.m.
Wisdom Story: “The Giving Tree”
“Once upon a time, there lived a big mango tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree top, ate the mangoes, took a nap under the shadow… He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. Time went by, The little boy grew, and he no longer played around the tree.
One day, the boy came back to the tree with a sad look on his face. “Come and play with me,” the tree asked the boy. “I am no longer a kid, I don’t play around trees anymore.” The boy replied, “I want toys. I need money to buy them.” “Sorry, I don’t have money… but you can pick all my mangoes and sell them so you will have money.” The boy was so excited. He picked all the mangoes on the tree and left happily. The boy didn’t come back. The tree was sad.
One day, the boy grown into a man returned. The tree was so excited. “Come and play with me,” the tree said. “I don’t have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?” “Sorry, I don’t have a house, but you can chop off my branches to build your house.” So the man cut all the branches off the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy didn’t come back afterward. The tree was again lonely and sad.
One hot summer day, the man returned and the tree was delighted. “Come and play with me!” The tree said. “I am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?” “Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy.” So the man cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and didn’t come back for a long time.
Finally, the man returned after he had been gone for so many years. “Sorry, my boy, but I don’t have anything for you anymore. No more mangoes to give you.” The tree said. “I don’t have teeth to bite,” the man replied. “No more trunk for you to climb on.” “I am too old for that now,” the man said.
“I really can’t give you anything, the only thing left is my dying roots,” the tree said with sadness. “I don’t need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years,” the man replied. “Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest. Come sit down with me and rest.” The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled.
Moral: The tree in the story represents our parents. When we are young, we love to play with them. When we grow up, we leave them and only come back when we need help. Parents sacrifice their lives for us. Never Forget their sacrifices. Give them Love and Care before its too late.”
You must read “The Giving Tree” by Shel Silverstein, which is what this story was abridged from. It is really an adult book told them very childlike an easy to understand way.
Thank you for telling me the author of this Jennie.
Written and Compiled by Paulette Motzko
Updated November 7th 2016
Photography by Paulette Motzko
Mom and my last Thanksgiving together.
Image of mom-Ramona Le Pore, me-Paulette Motzko, and dad-Ernest Le Pore by Paulette Motzko
Story from Wisdom Stories