Barb's Babbles

This is what THE BROKEN CIRCLE is all about: Friends Forever Friends forever  Friends for life Friends  to  skip  rope  with  Friends to hang out and watch the boys go by with Friends to believe in Friends to find hope with  Friends to grow up                           and  become                           adults  with Friends  to  grow  old  with and  friends  to  die  with.                                                                                       THE BROKEN CIRCLE I remember so much of friends and famil...

I want to preserve the past. It’s not because it’ll be drifting away and forgotten, it’s because these people need remembrance. The July 4 th celebrations will soon be underway. We also have men and women fighting for our country, today. Whether or not you believe in what the US is doing overseas, is irrelevant. These soldiers sing our praise everyday. Both of my boys were in the military and so was one of my grandsons. My oldest was in the army for four years and stationed in Germany for two and then California. I was grateful for his return to the U.S. Bosnia was the problem at the time of his service and I prayed constantly so that he didn’t have to go there. I did visit him over Christmas in Germany. He was in the field so long and so often that his new wife couldn’t take the separation and they soon divorced. He wanted me to come for the holiday so he wouldn’t be alone. We had steak for Christmas Eve and on Christmas Day, I catered to four lonely soldiers as they ate a stuf...

Pen Friends I fell in love with my pen pal immediately and it hasn’t ended. Spiritually, it hasn’t. Chris was my best friend for all times. She was always there whenever I needed a friend. Do you have a friend like that? I’m talking 24/7 and not a teddy bear or a doll. When I was approximately 11-12 years old, I read an ad in a magazine for a penfriend. She lived in England! My heart jumped to my throat. A friend in a foreign country? Wow! I brought the magazine to my parents and asked permission to write to this stranger who lived overseas. One of the first things that my dad suggested was to look up her address. I went to the school library and located the Isle of Wight. It was below the mainland, south of Portsmouth. It sounded like a lifelong adventure. Dad was pleased as punch and Mom didn’t really care one way or the other. I’m sure that Mom thought that it would peter out with time and that she wouldn’t have to worry about me ever visiting her and getting los...