A FUN DISCUSSION FROM THE CREATIVE MIND OF SISTER TERESA CATHERINE HILL ~~ IF YOU COULD HAVE A DREAM DINNER AND INVITE ANYONE (LIVING OR DECEASED) WHO WOULD YOU PUT ON YOUR GUEST LIST AND WHY? NAME 5 TO 10 PEOPLE!! 

Deborah Young asked: "Galen do you or anybody remember why the school colors were changed? Was it maybe too hard to find/get the Crimson and Grey colors?"  That's a good question to start a discussion on. 

To my knowledge the school colors were never officially changed, it was just the displayed colors on uniforms and award jackets that varied.

We still sing in our Booker T. Washington Alma Mater, "Gray and Crimson we adore ...".
I recall seeing Red and Gray BTW letter jackets in the neighborhood all of my pre-BTW days until about 1960. After that, and certainly after my September 1961 8th grade enrollment at BTW, I never recall seeing gray in an award jacket again. It was either red and white, or solid red as my '66 varsity track jacket was. 

It seems that most schools who state their colors as "crimson", like the colleges Harvard and Alabama, actually use a slightly-darker than medium red color like ours on their team uniforms and in published school materials. I've never seen on any teams colors the same "crimson" that comes up in my web graphics work, which looks like (as the Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines it) a "deep purplish-red".

Help us out .... What do YOU think -- or know -- about the history of our school colors?? 

After seeing the movie "The Help" I became upset and just fair mad until I thought oh lord what these sisters must have endurged just to keep their families safe. They came home to their families and stood tall, strong and graceful, I remember their beautiful faces

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"earthquakes are moving through the land; / it ain't nothing but a sign, / gotta make up my mind, / we're the people, we can do it, if we try" -- "IT'S TIME", The Winans ~

To All Crack Pots!

A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole, which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. 

For two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots of water to his master's house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made.

But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.

After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you."

"Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?"

"I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said.

The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."

Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.

The bearer then said, "I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house."

The next day I decided to go back to the park, curious if the little girl would still be there.

Right in the very spot she was yesterday, she sat perched on high, with the saddest look in her eyes But today I could not just walk away, concerned only with my affairs. I found myself walking over to the little girl. For as we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place for young children to play alone.

As I began walking towards her, I could see the back of the little girl's dress indicated a deformity. I figured that was the reason the people just passed by and made no effort to care.

As I got closer, the little girl slightly lowered her eyes to avoid my intent stare. I could see the shape of her back more clearly. It was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form.

I smiled to let her know it was okay, I was there to help, to talk. I sat down beside her and opened with a simple "hello."

The little girl acted shocked and stammered a "hi" after a long stare into my eyes. I smiled and she shyly smiled back.

We talked 'til darkness fell and the park was completely empty. Everyone was gone and we were alone. I asked the girl why she was so sad. The little girl looked at me and said, "Because I am different."

I immediately said, "That you are!" and smiled.

The little girl acted even sadder, she said, "I know."

"Little girl," I said, "you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent."

She looked at me and smiled slowly, she stood to her feet and said "Really?"

"Yes, dear, you're like a little guardian angel sent to watch over all those people walking by."

She nodded her head, "yes,"' and smiled, and with that she spread her wings and said, "I am. I'm your guardian angel," with a twinkle in her eye.

I was speechless, sure I was seeing things.

She said, "And when you began thinking of someone other than yourself, my job here was done."

Immediately I stood to my feet and said, "Wait, so why did no one else stop to help an angel?"

She looked at me and smiled, "You're the only one who could see me," and she was gone.

With that my life was changed dramatically.

When you think you're all you have; remember, your angel is always watching over you. Mine was....

HOW ARE YOU TODAY! JUST BECAUSE I MAY NOT RESPOND TO YOUR DAILY NOTICE,PLEASE DON'T STOP. IT'S LIKE A "PICK ME UP" IN THE MORNINGS AND AN "ALL IS WELL" IN THE EVENINGS. I MISSED IT TODAY FROM YOU, SO YOU ARE NOTICED AND APPRECIATED MORE THAN YOU MAY KNOW, IS WHY I'M TELLING YOU TODAY. YOUR CONSTANT NOTICE INDICATES A SPECIAL CARING SENT TO ALL OF US PROBABLY TAKEN FOR GRANTED,HOWEVER SORELY MISSED WHEN A BEAT IS MISSED. I HOPE AND PRAY ALL IS WELL WITH YOU & FAMILY.. AND TODAY IS JUST A PERSONAL HOLIDAY.

The Above Message Was Sent To Me From, One of the Sweetest And Kindest Friends I Have... Charles Richard Wilson.. Whom We All Know and Love.. As Much As I Do..

Believe Me.. This is What True Friendship Is All About.. And Reminds Me Of The Song.. "If I Can Help Somebody".... Just Knowing That To Me Was Just A Small Thing..Means Much More To Others......  My Mom Always Taught Me
And My Siblings...... It Never Hurts To Have A Kind Word
For Someone... Since You Never Know What They May Be Experiencing.....

Thank You.. My 'Lil Brother Chuck.... It Has Been A While Since Someone  Made Me Feel So Special..

I Love You As If You Were My Own DNA Brother!!

I Will Never Forget To Send Something Special To Each Of My Friends As I Usually Do,,, It's Just That Right Now,,, I Am Back In School, Moving(back To DeSoto), And Trying My Best To Not Accept Anymore Clients, And Finish My Tax Season Before Oct.15th.... Pray With Me Now....  So, I Might Miss Sending You A Message Once A Day..OK... But You All Are Always In My Thoughts, Prayers, And Heart>>>> See You Tonight!!!     Love,, Your Friend Gloria... (Also Known As Glo)

Calling all BTW class of 1966 members. It is time for our reunion . Please save the date 8-26-2011 through 8-28-2011. Our theme is REUNITED. The reunion will be held at the HOLIDAY INN EXPRESS just of LBJ and Preston in north Dallas 6055 LBJ Freeway. We have a special rate on room (972 404-4500 EXT 500).

Contact: Johnny Thomas 214 663-6635 or Janyce Kennedy 214 381-8918

some of our plans are.

meet and greet mixer with a 60's theme

a tour of dallas DEAR OLD BOOKER T

a banquet dinner

church services and farewell luncheon

souvenior booklet( please send in your pictures by a ad to put in the booklet.)  

You can pick and choose events you will attend .     

The Plan Of The Master Weaver
by Vannessa Freeman on Tuesday, May 31, 2011 at 1:38pm

The Plan Of The Master Weaver

Our lives are but fine weavings,

That God and we prepare,

Each life becomes a fabric planned

And fashioned in His care.

We may not always see just how

The weavings intertwine,

But we must trust the Master’s hand

And follow His design,

For He can view the pattern

From the upper side,

While we must look from underneath

And trust in Him to guide.



Sometimes a strand of sorrow

Is added to His plan,

And though it’s difficult for us,

We still must understand

That it’s He who fills the shuttle,

It’s He who knows what’s best,

So we must weave in patience

And leave to Him the rest…



Not till the loom is silent

And the shuttles cease to fly

Shall God unroll the canvas

And explain the reason why—

The dark threads are as needed

In the Weaver’s skillful hand

And the threads of gold and silver

In the pattern He has planned.

THIS  WAS POSTED BY MY FRIEND, VANESSA FREEMAN ON FACEBOOK....  I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT AS MUCH AS I DID!!