Pastor Rob Patterson 653 A Street Galt,
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I've told some of you that I've never thrown away anything that I
thought was creative. Being a motherless child had certain peculiarities. No one
ever required me to 'clean my room.' I would occasionally take the time
necessary to organize my valued possessions. However, I've also had a life-long
struggle with that process. It takes a long, long time for me to look through
and 'file' those items that I have treasured. It never fails...never.
I enjoy
discovering those treasures that I chose to preserve so many weeks, months,
years, and decades before. I have never hated to clean my working or living
space. It just is never going to be finished. I enjoy the experience more than
the final result. Most books on organization and time-management seem to
advocate 'pitching' stuff. Well, the losses I endured early in life apparently
accounts for my strong sense of historical preservation. During this mid-life
Sabbatical I am, once again, organizing my toys, and collections. It seems to me
to be the appropriate time--and I did 'nothing' toward completion of my
prospectus today (sd26).
The last year that we lived at the Brown House Dad had married for the second
time. During that short period of time, we gained a little brother and sister
(Gary and Angelia). Their mother, Jan Patterson now was 'Mom' to all seven children
during the time she was with us. I liked having the three of them join our
family. That sentiment wasn't shared by others in my our extended family.
Sometimes Grandma Patterson would come from Jonesville to visit with us for a
few days. She liked to recount for me the story of when I came to her with my
complaint. "Grandma, I cleaned my room and those kids messed it all up.
So, for that very reason, Grandma gave me a gift for my birthday: a fishing
tackle box. She told me that it would be useful for organizing my various
collections--so that 'those darned kids wouldn't mess up my things.' (Grandma's
voice resounds in my mind's ear).
EDUCATIONAL TOYS
by Frieda Marie Patterson
January 15, 1958
A child's world is full of things,
that racket, rattle, rocks, or rings.
Things with which he builds and plays,
and fights and bargains for thru the days.
Let's help him keep them in their place,
They may help him save his race,
Wonders await his unfolding years,
if honest and courageous,
he'll cause no fears.
(Mother had already given birth to four of her five
children when
she wrote these poems. I had turned six months old the day
before.)
GOLDEN RULE
by Frieda Marie Patterson
January 15, 1958
Deal with another as you'd have
another deal with you.
What you're not willing to receive
Be sure you never do.
Let us love with all our hearst,
With all our souls and mind,
and love our neighbors as our self
Be faithful, just, and kind.
Robbie
by Frieda Marie
Patterson
February 21, 1958
Come, Robbie, my love,
My sweet little dove,
You’re so tender, trustful and sweet.
You honor my arms
with your sweet baby charms,
And I am your captive complete.
Now and Today
by Frieda Marie Patterson
(undated)
These two words, are all that living needs,
A dream of the past,
or a plan for future deeds.
Life has five letters,
and write it as you may,
Life is one
word
and it is T O D A Y.
Love is the present, the
shining hour.
No past can dim it,
It has future power.
Love has three letters,
and speak it anyhow,
Love is one word
This one word is N O W.
"Live for today, there may not be a tomorrow."
Good and Evil
January 31, 1958
by Frieda Marie
Patterson
The heart is a garden,
and the days are life's sunny morn.
This is a season for
planting,
the rose and the thorn.
The
rose and thorn grow together,
Then we should all beware,
That none but the bright
and finest
of roses linger there.
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Pastor Rob Patterson 653 A Street Galt,
California 209-745-4665