A little girl was asked to write a composition on 'people'. This is what she turned in to the teacher:

"People are boys and girls and men and women. Boys are no good at all until they grow up and get married. Boys are an awful brother. They want everything they see except soap! My ma is a woman and my pa is a man. A woman is a grown up girl with children. My pa is such a nice man that I think he must have been a girl when he was a little boy."

To my Father ~ the music man, the storyteller, the horticulturist, the carpenter...

We are all born for love.
It is the principle of existance,and its only end.
~ Disraeli

Teach us by your lives.~ Bonar

To my Husband ~ caring father, loving son, calm and patient,...


To my Sons ~ Fathers to the future, treasures of my youth,...