Showing posts with label Boy Heart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Boy Heart. Show all posts
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Tuesday, November 13, 2018
Shining Star Shout-Out!
Congratulations, Miller!
You are our class "Shining Star" for this six weeks!
You come to class every day with a positive attitude and always do your best.
I can count on you to be a positive role model to your classmates, and be a responsible contributor in 5th grade and around OWS.
You have shown leadership qualities as one of our class representatives for Stu-Co this year, and I can't wait to see all the wonderful things your future holds.
Keep up the good work. I'm so proud of you.
Love,
Mrs. Logsdon
You are our class "Shining Star" for this six weeks!
You come to class every day with a positive attitude and always do your best.
I can count on you to be a positive role model to your classmates, and be a responsible contributor in 5th grade and around OWS.
You have shown leadership qualities as one of our class representatives for Stu-Co this year, and I can't wait to see all the wonderful things your future holds.
Keep up the good work. I'm so proud of you.
Love,
Mrs. Logsdon
Wednesday, August 22, 2018
Where I Come From
Born in the great state of Massachusetts, historical, unique, while all being peaceful.
Flying around like a heroic fighter pilot on my dad’s well built shoulders,
Crawling through tunnels built from mountainous piles of snow; Massachusetts was not at all easy to let go.
I started a new adventure in the heroic state of Texas,
Cowboys, Indians, filled the imagination.
Too young to know what was going on at home, I spent my days rounding up outlaws with my dog, Ranger,
Most of the time riding him like a bucking bronco.
I come from the place where we filled empty canoes with water just to escape the heat.
Climbing, jumping, getting injured was all a part of a normal day,
Yet always being cleaned up in time for the freshly cooked meals that left the house with the smell of smoked chicken.
Leaving Hutto left us starting a new journey in Ohio,
Mountains and streams thriving in abundance
Slipping and sliding on the soft, wet grass,
Trying to hit one more home run before the dark rainstorms hit once again.
In the summer, the river became the afternoon delight,
Although not clear,
The murky water sent shivers from your toes to your ears.
I come from the place where stories of catfish larger than cars haunt the kids still laughing and splashing water down by the river.
Settling down once again in the Great, Majestic state of Texas,
We looked forward to the taste of freshly cooked brisket
With the juices slowly melting away from the meat
and the pleasant, peaceful days of fall
When the quiet wind blows in your hair while you relax outside.
Where I come from God and family are most important,
Allowing happiness, laughter, and peace to be found at our home.
Although scuffles are destined to happen,
We were taught to be peacemakers which quickly stops fights
Allowing each other to recognize the wrongs we had made.
Where I come from, six brothers worked together to help each other
While the little sister watched as we all slowly grew up.
Once seven in the house,
The boys left one by one,
Slowly walking onto the worn driveway just to step inside the famous Schene-wagon.
Only 4 now remained in the peaceful abode.
Where I come from,
family always returns to greet their family with embracing hugs and joyous laughter.
Playing games all night while dreading the morning when the elder siblings pack tightly into a car and return to the busy, ongoing airport.
I come from the place where we were taught to live life happily
Enjoying all that we are blessed with.
Taught to live life without any regrets in order to bring others happiness.
Taught to become a good husband that is always home when needed.
Taught to one day become a loving dad who wraps his arms around his children.
Where I come from, we believe in changing the world by bringing happiness to the lives around us.
Crawling through tunnels built from mountainous piles of snow; Massachusetts was not at all easy to let go.
I started a new adventure in the heroic state of Texas,
Cowboys, Indians, filled the imagination.
Too young to know what was going on at home, I spent my days rounding up outlaws with my dog, Ranger,
Most of the time riding him like a bucking bronco.
I come from the place where we filled empty canoes with water just to escape the heat.
Climbing, jumping, getting injured was all a part of a normal day,
Yet always being cleaned up in time for the freshly cooked meals that left the house with the smell of smoked chicken.
Leaving Hutto left us starting a new journey in Ohio,
Mountains and streams thriving in abundance
Slipping and sliding on the soft, wet grass,
Trying to hit one more home run before the dark rainstorms hit once again.
In the summer, the river became the afternoon delight,
Although not clear,
The murky water sent shivers from your toes to your ears.
I come from the place where stories of catfish larger than cars haunt the kids still laughing and splashing water down by the river.
Settling down once again in the Great, Majestic state of Texas,
We looked forward to the taste of freshly cooked brisket
With the juices slowly melting away from the meat
and the pleasant, peaceful days of fall
When the quiet wind blows in your hair while you relax outside.
Where I come from God and family are most important,
Allowing happiness, laughter, and peace to be found at our home.
Although scuffles are destined to happen,
We were taught to be peacemakers which quickly stops fights
Allowing each other to recognize the wrongs we had made.
Where I come from, six brothers worked together to help each other
While the little sister watched as we all slowly grew up.
Once seven in the house,
The boys left one by one,
Slowly walking onto the worn driveway just to step inside the famous Schene-wagon.
Only 4 now remained in the peaceful abode.
Where I come from,
family always returns to greet their family with embracing hugs and joyous laughter.
Playing games all night while dreading the morning when the elder siblings pack tightly into a car and return to the busy, ongoing airport.
I come from the place where we were taught to live life happily
Enjoying all that we are blessed with.
Taught to live life without any regrets in order to bring others happiness.
Taught to become a good husband that is always home when needed.
Taught to one day become a loving dad who wraps his arms around his children.
Where I come from, we believe in changing the world by bringing happiness to the lives around us.
Friday, May 25, 2018
Spirit of Basketball Award
Congratulations to Sawyer on receiving Granbury Middle School's Spirit of Basketball Award.
His name is on a plaque that will stay at the school.
Sunday, September 17, 2017
Mormon Helping Hands
Cooper left early Saturday morning for Sour Lake,
a residential community in Houston,
for flood debris removal.
Wall boards, carpet, pads, furniture, appliances...
President Henry B. Eyring, first counselor in the First Presidency of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, visited with government officials and ministered to local Mormons and residents in the Caribbean Friday, September 15, 2017, in the wake of destructive Hurricane Irma, which battered the islands a week ago
Sunday morning church services
Workers from the New York Fire Department joined his group
DESERET NEWS Sept. 9-10 marked the beginning of the anticipated influx of Church volunteers to Houston from areas not affected by flooding. Hurricane Harvey, possibly the most expensive natural disaster in U.S. history, had a large impact on much of the Texas Gulf Coast.
Harvey actually created two floods for many residents. The torrential rain inundated many homes with up to 50 inches falling in a three to four-day time span. Shortly after, the massive amounts of runoff flowing into area rivers and reservoirs caused even more damage as they overflowed their banks.
The Church structure, however, allows quick response on the part of local units. According to Elder J. Devn Cornish, a General Authority Seventy on the scene, “By the time headquarters could make contact with people, they were well into the process of ministering and rescuing and recovering.”
Over the weekend of Sept. 9-10, large scale recovery efforts organized by stakes in Austin and Dallas headed to Houston. Additionally, stakes from San Antonio went to Corpus Christi and others from Southern Louisiana traveled to the Beaumont area.
Approximately 1,300 volunteers came from 5 stakes in Austin and an additional 2,300 came from the Dallas area to work in Houston. These combined with the local Houston area members already engaged in clean-up work totaled approximately 10,000 Mormon Helping Hands volunteers in service in one weekend. Houston Church members have been working continuously to alleviate local needs since the flood took place.
The City of Houston is no stranger to the work of Mormon Helping Hands. In 2015, Church members rendered such valuable service to the community that then-mayor Annise Parker proclaimed June 24 as Mormon Helping Hands Day in the City of Houston.
Typically, out-of-town volunteers leave their homes early Saturday morning and upon arrival immediately go to work for the remainder of the day. They eat, sleep, have a brief sacrament meeting Sunday morning in their work clothes, go back to work and later in the afternoon return to their homes.
Sunday, June 11, 2017
Thursday, May 25, 2017
Friday, May 5, 2017
Wednesday, April 12, 2017
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