Ginny Morgan's Comments

Ginny,

You are to kind my friend, it make my heart beat like a drum, and my soul sore like an eagle from your kindness. Now you know why I call you friend. We as N'de do not use this word lightly as the indaa does, for we see into the heart of the person and listen closely to the heart and soul of the person when they speak. And you my friend are such a person to be called friend. A beautiful Friend. Thank you again Ginny.

Ginny,

This is how darkness removes the light, it spits out anger, hate and resentment until it cause the light to retreat an d take with it joy, happiness, friendship until all the light is gone because LIGHT did not beat the darkness back into its place or over power the darkness with its goodness, because the light retreated.

The sad part is, that where ever the light goes to, darkness will follow and repeat the same thing, because the darness know that the light will retreat from the darkness in time.

For Light to keep what it created, light has to stand its ground, and call for all those who love the light to give an account and fight back the evil hearts that would bring darkness on to lights creation.

Ginny, my dear friend, do not take away your light, but unit your light with other lights and help fight those who would destroy this good place.

I know we can make a change, but if all the good people leave, then this place will fold up, and when it folds, those who hate what is good will watch where you go and they will follow and do it again.

Well my friend enogh of that, and on to joy, happiness, fun and a good day today.

Your pictures and you are a joy to my heart, and I am always happy when I hear from you, and when you bing gifts by posting your pictures on my page.

One of these days I will have to learn how to do that, but for now, I can paint with words.

I have one of my story's finished and as soon as my teacher finishes making the last correction on it I will post it on the blog. I also have another almost done and a third one in the making. I am hoping that my teacher will have my story done before the month is up, so I can post it in November.

Have you met Bobbi Jeen in the True West community as yet? She needs to feel welcome and I'm asking a few close friends to do just that. I hope you do make her feel welcome aboard.

You are my number one friend, and it is not because of your beatiful looks or your gorgeous shape. But have to amit they are a wonderful by-product for an old mans eyes. But because you are who you are and becoming.

For now, I wish you and your loved ones Gods blessings.

Johnny

Ginny,

Uncle I am, and I thank you for that honor as well as for your bravery and I will call you a warrior because you have thought about it, prayed over and then you added your light into the light to brighten this place that the cocyta want to darken.

Thank you my friend, for I knew you to be a warrior and would stay with me to fight the fight for what is ours already.

Johnny

I thank your the gift, as it sing to me of our friendship.

I've been sitting here enjoying your photo slide show. I especially like the art work. Thanks so much!!!

Warrior,

I have never look on the skin, but into the heart and words of a person to see the person, and your unselfish sympathy is the bridge that connects each soul with other souls. Your style of sympathy is athe door to all hearts.

Uncle

Thank you so much for the warm welcome, please stop by anytime.
Bobbi Jeen Olson

Ginny, I was born and raised in Tennessee..My husband was born and raised in Graves Co, KY where Mayfield is..Graves Co, KY is located in the center of the Jackson Purchase on the Tennessee state line and is the largest county in that region..

Here's a map that shows Graves Co, KY

Penny update...she is doing pretty good...I got her one of those electric dog pads to put under her blankets...it warms up when the dog lays down on it...so she slept very toasty last night and was able to jump up pretty fast this morning when I went out at 5am to feed!..plus I think changing her from dry dog food to wet has made it easier for her to eat and digest her food, thus giving her some strength back. :)

Ginny...what year was that photo of the ladies trudging through the mud??

Miss Ginny, I left a post on finding hat sweatbands and I see you have listed millinery on your page. Do you have any suggestions?

Thanks Ginny!

Awww...thank you Miss Ginny!!...It was a cropped photo of me at a family function..I think I still had my "glow" about me..or maybe it was the botox! hahahah!! Anyway...thanks for looking the pic up for me!...could you do me a favor and try to look up a traveling dress a woman would have worn in 1853??...I've tried with not much success!

Hi Ginny, Ireland was great, lots of rain but cant be helped, wonderfull people. but no cowbowys pmpazen

Thanks Ginny. Ireland has its charm and will return someday, pmpazen

Ginny Thanks for joining our group

Thanks Ginny...in light of all the hatred and bickering I thought it would be appropriate to get back to what this forum is really about and to leave all that other garbage out of it....besides it's interesting to know the Earp's, Curtis's, Rosseau's, and other early settlers of our valley, in addition to its indigenous peoples, lived and traveled these well known roads! After viewing the course of the Mojave River, it certainly makes sense that the roads were built to parallel it in most places across the desert!

I see some very beautiful snow on your mountains from my land!...how much did you get last night and did it reach your elevation...I don't know what elevation you're at! Cheers!

Thanks Ginny. It is a small world. I like your posts-keep up the good work.

Me too Ginny. Poor Gayle- I reported to TW about what is going on. Hopefully something will be done real soon .

Ginny,

My Lovely Warrior, I thank you for that. And that was funny. May I capture it for a later time in my writings?

Now, I pray that You had a joyful Thanksgiving my friend. That all your expectations came to pass and maybe more blessing came than you expected.

Thank you again my friend.

Johnny