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Metheny-Matheny-Mathena Families.
One has to wonder what it must have been like in 1660, when Danil Mathena (age 22), and Michael Mathena ( age @ 19) jumped on a ship, for the Colonies. You have to know the reasoning, the political cultures in England at the time, and the events to understand their motivations. Young men in England, especially not the first born, were usually left to fend for themselves. Many years of unrest and a civil war in England, that resulted in the "Be-heading of Charles I", left little opportunity for young men in England. Danil and Michael must have been tempted by the News, that the James Colony, after many years of starvation, attacks by Indians, and dis-loyal members... was now becoming a stable community, and other colonies were sprouting all over the east part of the New World, and Tobacco was selling for 4-8 Pounds Sterling. The draw of wide open free lands, easy and rich soil, and off to the "New World" they ventured. So being close to where I am, and for the many who can never get to visit JamesTown. I did it for you! For the REST of the STORY, CLICK HERE!
Ever since I was a young girl, I can remember that my mother would cut out a poem from the newspaper or copy one from a book. I left home at an early age, then Dave and I lived all over the US and in Canada. My Mother would send me pretty or funny poems. That would always let me know, that although we were miles apart, I was very much in her heart. So I got my love of poems from my Mother.
So now we have the internet and so much out there to explore. Our nephew Steve and his Wife Amy Metheny, and others all email me some of the most beautiful and inspirational poems. I usually end up sharing them with our children, just as my Mother did with me.
So I am passing along a couple of my very favorites that I have received recently, and a third one for someone very special to Dave and I.
I would tuck you in more tightly and pray the Lord your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time that
I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss and call you back for
one more.
If I knew it would be the last time I'd
hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.
If I knew it would be the last time, I
could spare an extra minute or two,
to stop and say that "I love you," Instead
of assuming that you KNOW I do.
If I knew it would be the last time I
would be there to share your day,
well, I'm sure you'll have so many more, So
I can let this one slip away.
For surely there's always tomorrow to make
up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance to make everything alright.
There will always be another day to say our
"I love you's,"
And certainly there's another chance to say our "Anything I can do's."
But just in case I might be wrong, and today
is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you and hope we never forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young
or old alike,
And today may be the last
chance you get to hold your loved one tight.
So, if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely
regret the day,
that you didn't take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or kiss.
And you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.
So hold your loved ones close today, whisper
in their ear.
Tell them how much you love them, And that you'll always hold them dear.
Take the time to say "I'm sorry" "please forgive me"
"thank you" or "It's ok".
And if tomorrow never comes, you'll have no regrets about today.
-----Author Unknown...
That needs my humble skill,
A certain job I'm meant to do,
Which no one else can fulfill.
The time will be demanding,
And the pay is not too good
And yet I wouldn't change it
for a moment -- even if I could
There is a special place in life,
A goal I must attain,
A dream that I must follow,
Because I won't be back again.
There is a mark that I must leave,
However small it seems to be,
A legacy of love for those
Who follow after me
There is a special place in life,
That only I may share,
A little path that bears my name,
Awaiting me somewhere.
There is a hand that I must hold,
A word that I must say,
A smile that I must give
For there are tears to blow away.
There is a special place in life
that I was meant to fill.
A sunny spot where flowers grow,
upon a windy hill.
There's always a tomorrow and the
best is yet to be,
And somewhere in this world,
I know there is a place for me.
Just little old David, and his Sister Mary Ann (Metheny) Rasmussen. This was taken somewhere around 1948. Ain't they just the cutest little kids ever??
The GW site houses the MRR Central Site, but it is open to all of the Internet, for a FREE
membership. I did this to get more traffic for the MRR, and for genealogy researchers in general. But
for those who haven't visited for awhile.. check it out. I am also offereing some new tools to
use for research.. Check out the Site!
This next poem (Your Cross), is dedicated to Diana Jones especially. Rita and I feel that we know she is facing some difficult times in the near future with surgery and all. So what better than to put something here for her. The Cross Room applies to any and ALL of you that have that have "crosses" to bear,as we all do...... We hope the inspiration helps.
"Lord, I can't go on," he said. "I have too heavy a cross to bear." The Lord replied, "My son, if you can't bear its weight, just place your cross inside this room. Then, open that other door and pick out any cross you wish."
The man was filled with relief."Thank you, Lord," he sighed, and he did as he was told.
Upon entering the other door, he saw many crosses, some so large the tops were not visible. Then, he spotted a tiny cross leaning against a far wall. "I'd like that one, Lord," he whispered. And the Lord replied, "My son, that is the cross you just brought in."
When life's problems seem overwhelming, it helps to look around and see what other people are coping with. You may consider yourself far more fortunate than you imagined.
Whatever your cross, whatever your pain,
There will always be sunshine after the rain.
Perhaps you may stumble, perhaps even fall,
But God's always ready to answer your call.
He knows every heartache, sees every tear,
A word from His lips can calm every fear.
Your sorrows may linger throughout the night,
But suddenly vanish at dawn's early light.
The Savior is waiting somewhere above,
To give you His grace and send you His love.
Whatever your cross, whatever your pain,
God always sends rainbows after the rain.
Author - Unknown
November! WOW Whatta crew of birthdays we have this month! For the Matheny/Metheny Email Round Robin Members who wish to share the Month and Day of their Birthdays, we will post them here!! So Have a Happy one to:
Adam Zachary Eschbaugh - Nov. 1st
Larry J. Dollins - Nov. 5th
Betsey Cox Matheny - Nov 6th
Jan Nelson - Nov. 6th
Alicia Marie Metheny - Nov. 8th
Judy Matheny - Nov. 9th
Matt Metheny - Nov. 10th
Dave (Guru) Metheny - Nov. 11th
Phyllis (Metheny) Sharum - Nov. 11th
Heather Meeker Metheny - Nov. 13th
Mildred Matheny "Gauggel" - Nov. 13th
** Lyn Fisher's Mother (96).
Emily Fisher - Nov. 15th
Sarah Fisher - Nov. 17th
Annie Matheny Wiest - Nov. 18th
Sherman Jones - Nov. 24th
Bill Davidson - Nov. 25th
Brian Williams - Nov. 25th
Judy Matheny - Nov. 27th
Matthew Jon Newton - Nov. 28th
Caleb Ronald Eschbaugh - Nov. 30th
Jean Matheny - Nov. 30th
The MRR Group is still growing, and there were some comments floating around about people getting OFF the list. Well the list is still about 80 strong. But for sake of clairity, lets state the original "Ground Rules". I try to moderate the list somewhat, but it is open to all, for whatever comments you wish to make. BUT the general rule is, and always has been..... for family stuff to share.. send it to the group list. If you have "specific" information for one or two, send it to THEIR email address. Get it from the members lists, or ask them for it. The only thing considered inappropriate is "advertising", or those "forwarded" emails, which means little to anyone. So... just use the list with reason, for genealogy mostly. Thanks for listening!
The trees are turning the many colors of fall, both here in Virginia, and back in Illinois. I heard thru the grapevine (Granny Grapevine) that Jeff got a pretty good report card this trip around. Maybe all my harping did some good!
The better news is that I got to spend a week with them all last month, and will again this month. Help chopping up a turkey I hear! And since I will NOT be able to make it for the Birthday Party, to my little sweet grandaughter, Alicia, who will be 4 on November 8th. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Paw Paw will be in to see you in about three weeks..
PROPOSED - AUGUST 2001
Stafford, VA.
