[stylist] Sad News, A Division Member Has Past
Bridgit Pollpeter
bpollpeter at hotmail.com
Tue Dec 14 03:16:30 UTC 2010
I am in shock. I had to read this message over and over to make sure it
was about the right person.
I was just getting to know her. She had such a warm personality with a
real sardonic sense of humor. She was a person I felt drawn to, and I
do not often feel this way. I felt a kindred spirit in her.
May her passing remind us to live life with love and grace and truth.
No matter our circumstances, we should revel in life.
Bridgit Pollpeter
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4. Re: Fw: We all quote this (KajunCutie926 at aol.com)
5. Sad news, a Division member has passed (Robert Leslie Newman)
6. Re: Sad news, a Division member has passed (Joe Orozco)
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Message: 1
Date: Sun, 12 Dec 2010 20:31:22 -0500
From: Judith Bron <jbron at optonline.net>
To: Stylist <stylist at nfbnet.org>
Subject: [stylist] Fw: We all quote this
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We all quote this at sometime during the holidays, but for many it may
have
been years since you read the real thing. Judith
----- Original Message -----
From: "Nancy Lynn" <freespirit52 at charter.net>
To: "Missouri Chat List" <chat at moblind.org>; "Mikes Mess List"
<Mikesmess2 at mikesmess.com>
Sent: Sunday, December 12, 2010 8:20 PM
Subject: in case you need this for some reason
>A Visit from St. Nicholas
>
> 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a
> creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by
> the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
> The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
> While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.
> And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
> Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap ?
> When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
> I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
> Away to the window I flew like a flash,
> Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.
> The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
> Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below;
> When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
> But a minature sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer,
> With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
> I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
> More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
> And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
> "Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer and Vixen,
> "On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Donder and Blitzen;
> "To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
> "Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
> As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
> When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
> So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
> With the sleigh full of toys ? and St. Nicholas too:
> And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
> The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
> As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
> Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound:
> He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
> And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
> A bundle of toys was flung on his back,
> And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack:
> His eyes ? how they twinkled! His dimples: how merry,
> His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry;
> His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
> And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
> The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
> And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
> He had a broad face, and a little round belly
> That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly:
> He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
> And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself;
> A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
> Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
> He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
> And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
> And laying his finger aside of his nose
> And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
> He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
> And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:
> But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight ?
> Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
>
>
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Message: 2
Date: Sun, 12 Dec 2010 20:08:13 -0600
From: "Robert Leslie Newman" <newmanrl at cox.net>
To: "'Writer's Division Mailing List'" <stylist at nfbnet.org>
Subject: Re: [stylist] Fw: We all quote this
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Thanks for posting this. I bet that was written by an Englishman! Did
you note the "happy Christmas?" Here in the States we say "Merry
Christmas." In England, they say "Happy Christmas." (Not sure where else
people say one or the other and/or something totally different?)
-----Original Message-----
From: stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org [mailto:stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org] On
Behalf Of Judith Bron
Sent: Sunday, December 12, 2010 7:31 PM
To: Stylist
Subject: [stylist] Fw: We all quote this
We all quote this at sometime during the holidays, but for many it may
have been years since you read the real thing. Judith
----- Original Message -----
From: "Nancy Lynn" <freespirit52 at charter.net>
To: "Missouri Chat List" <chat at moblind.org>; "Mikes Mess List"
<Mikesmess2 at mikesmess.com>
Sent: Sunday, December 12, 2010 8:20 PM
Subject: in case you need this for some reason
>A Visit from St. Nicholas
>
> 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a
> creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by
> the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
> The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of
> sugar plums danced in their heads.
> And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our
> brains for a long winter's nap - When out on the lawn there arose such
> a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
> Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters, and
> threw up the sash.
> The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, Gave the lustre of
> mid-day to objects below; When, what to my wondering eyes should
> appear, But a minature sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer, With a little
> old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St.
> Nick.
> More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and
> shouted, and called them by name:
> "Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer and Vixen, "On! Comet, on!
> Cupid, on! Donder and Blitzen; "To the top of the porch! To the top of
> the wall!
> "Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
> As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an
> obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the house-top the coursers they
> flew, With the sleigh full of toys - and St. Nicholas too:
> And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing
> of each little hoof.
> As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St.
> Nicholas came with a bound:
> He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes
> were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys was flung on
> his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack:
> His eyes - how they twinkled! His dimples: how merry, His cheeks were
> like roses, his nose like a cherry; His droll little mouth was drawn
> up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow; The
> stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled
> his head like a wreath.
> He had a broad face, and a little round belly That shook when he
> laughed, like a bowl full of jelly:
> He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I
> saw him in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
> Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
> He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the
> stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his
> nose And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
> He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all
> flew, like the down of a thistle:
> But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight - Happy Christmas
> to all, and to all a good night.
>
>
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Message: 3
Date: Sun, 12 Dec 2010 21:38:15 -0500
From: Judith Bron <jbron at optonline.net>
To: newmanrl at cox.net, Writer's Division Mailing List
<stylist at nfbnet.org>
Subject: Re: [stylist] Fw: We all quote this
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Yes, I know. However, I ignored it. I just thought everyone would have
fun
with it.
----- Original Message -----
From: "Robert Leslie Newman" <newmanrl at cox.net>
To: "'Writer's Division Mailing List'" <stylist at nfbnet.org>
Sent: Sunday, December 12, 2010 9:08 PM
Subject: Re: [stylist] Fw: We all quote this
> Thanks for posting this. I bet that was written by an Englishman! Did
> you note the "happy Christmas?" Here in the States we say "Merry
> Christmas." In England, they say "Happy Christmas." (Not sure where
> else people say one or
> the other and/or something totally different?)
>
>
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org [mailto:stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org]
> On Behalf Of Judith Bron
> Sent: Sunday, December 12, 2010 7:31 PM
> To: Stylist
> Subject: [stylist] Fw: We all quote this
>
> We all quote this at sometime during the holidays, but for many it may
> have
> been years since you read the real thing. Judith
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Nancy Lynn" <freespirit52 at charter.net>
> To: "Missouri Chat List" <chat at moblind.org>; "Mikes Mess List"
> <Mikesmess2 at mikesmess.com>
> Sent: Sunday, December 12, 2010 8:20 PM
> Subject: in case you need this for some reason
>
>
>>A Visit from St. Nicholas
>>
>> 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a
>> creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by
>> the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be
>> there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While
>> visions of sugar plums danced in their heads. And Mama in her
>> 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long
>> winter's nap - When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I
>> sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I
>> flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.
>> The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, Gave the lustre of
>> mid-day to objects below; When, what to my wondering eyes should
>> appear, But a minature sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer, With a
little
>> old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St.
>> Nick.
>> More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and
>> shouted, and called them by name:
>> "Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer and Vixen, "On! Comet, on!
>> Cupid, on! Donder and Blitzen; "To the top of the porch! To the top
of
>> the wall!
>> "Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
>> As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an
>> obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the house-top the coursers they
>> flew, With the sleigh full of toys - and St. Nicholas too:
>> And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing
>> of each little hoof.
>> As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St.
>> Nicholas came with a bound:
>> He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes
>> were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys was flung on
>> his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack:
>> His eyes - how they twinkled! His dimples: how merry, His cheeks were
>> like roses, his nose like a cherry; His droll little mouth was drawn
>> up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The
>> stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it
encircled
>> his head like a wreath.
>> He had a broad face, and a little round belly That shook when he
>> laughed, like a bowl full of jelly:
>> He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I
>> saw him in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
>> Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
>> He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all
the
>> stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of
his
>> nose And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
>> He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they
all
>> flew, like the down of a thistle:
>> But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight - Happy Christmas
>> to all, and to all a good night.
>>
>>
>
>
>
>
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Message: 4
Date: Sun, 12 Dec 2010 21:48:10 EST
From: KajunCutie926 at aol.com
To: stylist at nfbnet.org
Subject: Re: [stylist] Fw: We all quote this
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Thank you for sharing this.... this is actually the version we have
read
to the kids when they were little and now my daughter reads it to her
kids..)) Thank you for bringing back the memories..)
In a message dated 12/12/2010 7:32:36 P.M. Central Standard Time,
jbron at optonline.net writes:
We all quote this at sometime during the holidays, but for many it may
have
been years since you read the real thing. Judith
----- Original Message -----
From: "Nancy Lynn" <freespirit52 at charter.net>
To: "Missouri Chat List" <chat at moblind.org>; "Mikes Mess List"
<Mikesmess2 at mikesmess.com>
Sent: Sunday, December 12, 2010 8:20 PM
Subject: in case you need this for some reason
>A Visit from St. Nicholas
>
> 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a
> creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by
> the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be
> there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
> While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.
> And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
> Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap ?
> When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
> I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
> Away to the window I flew like a flash,
> Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.
> The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
> Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below;
> When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
> But a minature sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer,
> With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
> I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
> More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
> And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
> "Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer and Vixen,
> "On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Donder and Blitzen;
> "To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
> "Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
> As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
> When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
> So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
> With the sleigh full of toys ? and St. Nicholas too:
> And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
> The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
> As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
> Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound:
> He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
> And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
> A bundle of toys was flung on his back,
> And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack:
> His eyes ? how they twinkled! His dimples: how merry,
> His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry;
> His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
> And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
> The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
> And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
> He had a broad face, and a little round belly
> That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly:
> He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
> And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself;
> A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
> Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
> He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
> And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
> And laying his finger aside of his nose
> And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
> He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
> And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:
> But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight ?
> Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
>
>
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Message: 5
Date: Sun, 12 Dec 2010 21:44:07 -0600
From: "Robert Leslie Newman" <newmanrl at cox.net>
To: "writers nfb" <stylist at nfbnet.org>
Subject: [stylist] Sad news, a Division member has passed
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I received the following news:
---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Tracy Soforenko <PotomacNFB at verizon.net>
Date: Sun, 12 Dec 2010 20:55:31 -0500
Subject: [Nfbv-announce] Sad news
To: nfbv-announce at nfbnet.org
>From Brian Miller:
Dear federation friends and family:
It is with great sadness that I must report the passing of Priscilla
McKinley, a former chapter member of the NFB Potomac chapter, and the
Virginia affiliate. Priscilla passed away the night of December 11.
She died quietly in her sleep, at home, with people who loved her.
She would never confess her age, so neither will I.
Priscilla was a long time federationist, joining the NFB in 1996. She
was a two-time national scholarship winner. She earned her doctorate
from the University of Iowa in 2007, and has a number of publications to
her credit.
She is survived by her son, John, who lives in the northern Virginia
area.
Information about funeral arrangements and memorial services will follow
once they are finalized.
Yours,
Brian Miller
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Personal Website-
<http://www.thoughtprovoker.info> http://www.thoughtprovoker.info
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Message: 6
Date: Sun, 12 Dec 2010 22:56:31 -0500
From: "Joe Orozco" <jsorozco at gmail.com>
To: "'Writer's Division Mailing List'" <stylist at nfbnet.org>
Subject: Re: [stylist] Sad news, a Division member has passed
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This is certainly a shock. Priscilla was so feisty and full of life that
it's hard to wrap my mind around it. She will be missed for sure, and
my thoughts are with her friends and family. I think she would not have
wanted sadness associated with her departure, but it's still difficult
to lose one of your spunky, outspoken friends who despite her attempts
at nonchalance had one of the warmest spirits around. May she rest in
piece.
Respectfully,
Joe
"Hard work spotlights the character of people: some turn up their
sleeves, some turn up their noses, and some don't turn up at all."--Sam
Ewing
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