HELLO, HELLO...
I WOULD LIKE TO TAKE THIS MOMENT
TO THANK JOAN W. WITH ALL HER HELP
ON OUR HOMEPAGE.

The Maine Page

WE WOULD LIKE TO ADD
IN A FEW NICE THINGS
TO READ AT THIS TIME...
I DO HOPE YOU ENJOY THEM!

NOW WILL TELL A LITTLE BIT ABOUT US
HERE IN THE MIDDLE OF MAINE..
.WE HAVE THREE HEALTHY BOYS
FOR WHICH WE ARE GRATEFUL..
WE LIVE A VERY QUITE SIMPLE LIFE..
.AND TRY TO ENJOY LIFE
AS MUCH AS WE DESIRE..
.MY HUSBAND'S PARENTS
ARE THE GREATEST...
THE OLDEST BOY LIVES IN
MA
HE IS 24 NOW...
THE MIDDLE BOY IS 20 NOW
AND IS AT HOME..
.AND THE YOUNGEST IS 17
SO LIFE IS GOOD..
IT IS A MUST THAT I ADD
THE BELOW PICTURE FOR MIKE!!
WITH LOVE...

The Fence 

 There once was a little boy who had a bad temper
. His father gave him a bag of nails and told
 him that every time he lost his temper,
 he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence..

The first day the boy had driven 37 nails
 into the fence.
 Over the next few weeks,
 as he learned to
control his anger,
 the number of nails hammered daily
 gradually dwindled down.
 He discovered it
           was easier to hold his temper
 than to drive those nails into the fence.. 

  Finally the day came 
when the boy didn't
 lose his temper at all.

 He told his father about it
  and the father suggested
 that the boy now pull out one nail
 for each day that he was able to
  hold his temper. 
The father took his son by the hand
 and led him to the fence.

He said, "You have done well,
 my son, but look at all the holes in the fence. 
The fence will never be the same.

When you say things in anger,
 they leave a scar just like this one.
 You can put a knife
 in a man and draw it out.
 It won't matter how may times you say.
 I'm sorry, the wound is still there.
A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.
 Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. 

They make you smile and encourage you to succeed.
 They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, 
 and they always want to open
   their hearts to us.

THANK YOU DEAR FRIEND,
MR. TWEEDIE WHO SENT THAT TO ME!!