One of my Black girls is going to Ugonda. A college student ordered a black doll to send to her sister in her home of Ugonda. I'm so excited for the shelf sitter she picks with her round head sculpted feet, hands, lips and nose and cream vintage lace unders. Hand stitched arms and legs, black wool yarn hair, dressed in a prim dress with a rusty bell on the bodic. Hand painted eyes give these girls the look of hope. She comes signed, sealed and with a hand written prim name tag for only $39.99 +sh. come by my booth in the shop at 1St Emporium 112 W 1st in La Junta, Colorado.
I hope to someday travel to a far away lands to experience the world they live in with dirt floors and red soil that never comes off the soles of their feet. The extream poverty is more then we can comprehend here in America... I hope we never come to that place. Be thankful for the home you have and the food and clean water you have avaliable to you and be grateful for the simple things in life.
Im thankful for the beauty of life this is for all who are struggling for whatever reason right now...
If all the music died
And the music makers ceased,
I think you'd stand and sing
A hymn of hope and peace.
If nights of doubt and fear
Against the light were hurled,
I think you'd light a candle
And stand against the world.
If winds of changing times
Uprooted trees and sod,
I think instead of mocking,
You'd stand in praise of God
The beauty of your life
Is like a work of art
Inscribed by Memory's hand
Upon my grateful heart.
I love this poem by Perry Tanksley
I hope to someday travel to a far away lands to experience the world they live in with dirt floors and red soil that never comes off the soles of their feet. The extream poverty is more then we can comprehend here in America... I hope we never come to that place. Be thankful for the home you have and the food and clean water you have avaliable to you and be grateful for the simple things in life.
Im thankful for the beauty of life this is for all who are struggling for whatever reason right now...
If all the music died
And the music makers ceased,
I think you'd stand and sing
A hymn of hope and peace.
If nights of doubt and fear
Against the light were hurled,
I think you'd light a candle
And stand against the world.
If winds of changing times
Uprooted trees and sod,
I think instead of mocking,
You'd stand in praise of God
The beauty of your life
Is like a work of art
Inscribed by Memory's hand
Upon my grateful heart.
I love this poem by Perry Tanksley