Slight bit of gossip
Gives arms to the enemy,
Submitted to challenge by ronovan using words “slight” and “might”
It’s done, down to the menus, salt, pepper, and welcome mat. Dad chuckled when he saw the name, Felicia’s Forte. She was daddy’s little girl.
Felicia nervously waited at the hostess desk. The door opens…..to customers and to her future.
Eighteen years since that first opening day. Felicia had paid Dad back after just eight years.. Felicia’s Forte was successful. Voted “Best” in the county. Recognized by the State Tourism Board. Closed by something to small to see.
Today the ban lifted. “If at first you succeed, you can succeed again,” she thought as she flipped the OPEN sign
Image: Dale Rogerson, from Rochelle 100 word Friday Fictioneers
“In the 1930s, American capitalism practically stopped working,” says google. War was on the horizon. The leading causes of death were very much like present times – cardiovascular and renal diseases, cancer, influenza and pneumonia, tuberculosis, motor vehicle traffic injuries, and suicide.
President Roosevelt’s New Deal was launched to save/revive the economy. It worked.
Hopefully President Trump’s efforts to rebuild our economy will also be successful. A major difference, however. The political parties, the people, the media were pulling for America in 1930s’. Now it appears the united forces who want a One World Government is as strong as those who want to remain a strong independent America.
Now why would I be writing all that stuff in a post about being grateful. This is why:
God still controls what happens. He raises up leaders and nations and He puts them down. Christians’ prayers and responses are a turning factor in the timing of God. Notice I say “timing” of God. There will come a One World Government. That is prophesied, but timing is unknown and determined by God Himself.
In the 1930’s I was about the size of these girls – my great granddaughters. God was in control then, as He was now That is my hope for them and my gratefulness to Him.
Discover prompt: Grateful
I miss it. IT referring to the daily grind. The clock punching. The staying on schedule in order to keep others on schedule. An affirmation and to others. The do-my-part in order to accomplish good for others.
Tossing papers from those days is hard to do. The above snippet is from a yearly plan book about ten years ago, shows visits I made to home bound or nursing home spiritual brothers and sisters. Notice the mileage. That’s because someone was paying me for miles. No one pays me for miles anymore. Blogging doesn’t require miles. That’s good. But its not the same. I like team work.
However, blogging does provide for a cyberspace kind of team rapport if one wants that. It is enhanced by the ability to leave comments. Almost all bloggers answer those who leave messages in comments section. I like that. We just comment back and forth until the last “amen” or “emoji” or “good night.”
And we have the sense of loss when one of our “team” quits blogging. I miss Natalie, who moved to heaven, and “yep,” I miss Wally who got too many irons in the fire. And I missed Yinglan when she took a two month lapse. Something like pain occurs when someone just disappears without explanation.
Yes, My Friends, let’s hear it for the Team! T- E- A-M, TEAM, TEAM.
Discover prompt: Team