I won't be online tomorrow sooo Happy Halloween to you all who participate in Halloween festivities!
Edgar Allan Poe (1845)
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“ ’Tis some visiter,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door--
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“ ’Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door--
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;
This it is and nothing more.”
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;--
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore!”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”--
Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon I heard again a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
“Tis the wind and nothing more!”
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door--
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered--
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before--
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said “Nevermore.”
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore--
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore--
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamplght gloated o’er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!--
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore--
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting--
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!
Here are a FEW links from the local newspapers that caught my attention:
Bun In The Oven: The Best Parenting Advice I Ever Got
Emotional Outbursts As Young Girls Learn They Matter
Bahamian Beauty Blogger On The Rise
Paint The Lanes Pink Strikes Again
Milo Butlers Project Pink Mop To Aid Sister Sister Breast Cancer Support Group
ACE Diabetes To Host Third Annual Seminar For Healthcare Professionals
Medical Supplier Ports International Expands With New Downtown Location
Anglican Schools Open Doors To Displaced Students
Lyford Cay Foundation Pledges $100,000 For Hurricane Relief
Garvin Tynes Students Give To Hurricane Joaquin Relief Efforts
DW Davis Faculty Is On A Mission
North Andros High School And Hope Academy Gets First GGYA Gold Award Earners
Sol Petroleum Bahamas Limited And Esso Dealers Offer 10 BTVI Scholarships
Developing An Appreciation For Others
Guy Harvey Outpost And Old Bahama Bay Make a Donation To West End Primary School
Ronnie Butler Among Six Living Legend Award Recipients
Chickcharney Challenge Creators To Host First Obstacle Course Relay
Bahamas International Film Festival Re-teams With Rogers & Cowan For 12th Edition Of BIFF
Sight And Sound At Hillside House
NAGB Gets Kudos From Travel Site
Nassau To Participate In China Ceramic Fair
Farm To Table
Big Win For Taureano Johnson
Saunders 'Noles Remain Unbeaten Improve to 6-0
Two To Represent The Bahamas At Gymnastics Worlds
Katerina Kovatchevas Watercolor Show To Open At Doongalik
Sawyers Fresh Market Donates To Hurricane Relief
Asa H. Pritchard Helps With Hurricane Relief
Debut Run For Pompey A Big Hit
Bahamas Aids Foundation Announces 2015 Red Ribbon Ball
Bahama Out Islands Promotion Board Donates $50,000 To Hurricane Relief
Team Bahamas Ready For Caribbean Elite Cyclist Champs
New Flag Football Champs Crowned
Deandre Ayton On The Move
JHSHS student leader officially installed for 2015/2016 academic year
Students attend annual Enrichment Seminar
LIS graduate receives Kevin Spacey Foundation Scholarship
Rotarians open relief donation center for Hurricane victims
Local sorority helping to 'cover' hurricane victims
WGB Youth Development Association celebrates 23rd Anniversary, introducing EMR to historical uniqueness through Education and Sports Development
Local Red Cross Center assisting with relief efforts for Family Island residents
Special tribute made to 105-year-olD Harriett Zonicle
Today marks 6 years since my mother passed.
Love and appreciate your family members while they are alive.
On August 8th 1956 Manasseh & Virginia Deveaux gave birth to their fourth child; a baby girl whom they named Linda Elizabeth.
As a child Linda was not one to be found in the kitchen or into the household duties as the rest of her siblings. She was the one whom was always in her room reading or very much into her scholastics. She always had a passion and flair for Language, Literature and the Arts which would later on be the area of her expertise.
One day while visiting a family friend’s household (Maud & Charles Carey) through Montrose Avenue, she was introduced to a young man from Freeport named Lawrence Oliver Russell. The two became smitten with each other and quickly became close friends. That friendship turned into much more than they bargained for and they fell in love. On September 11th 1976 they exchanged vows and became husband and wife. From that day forth they were like two peas in a pod. As Lawrence embarked on his musical career in various bands and casino shows, Linda would be right beside him for every performance and supporting him on the sidelines. Within this union they were able to pull off the best performance ever; which was on held on August 23rd 1977 as Linda gave birth to a daughter whom they named Lecia Lynette. That would prove to be their only and last performance of this kind. Lecia was able to bring forth one grandchild - Justin Brendan Finley - whom was the apple of her eye. They were very close and Justin knew how to work his grandmother’s emotions to get what he wanted. She would say “Justin Brendan are you checking on me?” and he would say “Yes, Grammy Linda!”
Linda’s professional teaching career started at Claridge Primary School as a Fourth Grade Generalist in 1975-1976. She then went on to the S. C. McPherson Secondary School as Language Arts Teacher Grades 7-12 and the Language Arts Head of Department from 1976-1992. She decided to spread her wings further to The College of The Bahamas where she was an Assistant Professor in the School of Education from 1992 until her demise. She was primary education certified from The Bahamas Teacher Training College (Nassau Campus) and held a Master of Science for Teachers of English degree from the University of New Hampshire, Durham, New Hampshire.
New Hampshire was her home away from home in which she felt most comfortable while furthering her education. She took summer courses throughout the years in order to fulfil her goals both personally and professionally and of course her husband went along with her as a support system. It was during this past summer where Linda went to New Hampshire to engage in a summer course for 4 weeks that she took ill. It was there that Lawrence noticed signs that she was not doing well, however, Linda was determined to finish the course and return home with a goal completed on her list. Linda did indeed complete her course and pass with flying colours and she was pleased. However, upon her arrival back home she began to again not feel well. Upon doctor’s advice and after a brief stay in hospital she was diagnosed with Hemochromatosis or simply “Iron Overload”. Treatment began and things looked positive and despite her still being slightly weak Linda expressed a desire to go back to work and got permission from her doctor to do so.
On October 13th, 2009 Linda got ready to go to work as she so desired however, she started feeling weak and decided not to go in as previously discussed. She then made and appointment to see her doctor whom admitted her for observation and tests to find out what was the cause.
On October 15th, 2009 at 9:00am Lawrence and Lecia went to visit Linda on the way down to work when they were informed that she was found unresponsive and she may have suffered a stroke and that they would do a cat scan on her brain and give the results later on that afternoon. Her husband and daughter went into the room to see her and they were able to silently and privately see her alive for the last time. At 10:10am Linda’s spiritual self left her earthly body to be with her Lord and Saviour in heaven. She is no longer suffering or in pain, she is at peace and awaiting that day where we will all be together once again.
Hands for Hunger is a humanitarian organization committed to the elimination of hunger and the reduction of food waste through the creation of meaningful and engaging partnerships formed amongst all sectors of the Bahamian community.
Awwwe ... You're very welcome :-)
I honestly didn't know what to expect and I was really nervous. I've done some volunteer work but not in a very long time. I had a great time meeting and interacting with various people. Usually I am home on a Saturday night (not by choice lol) but I really wanted to experience this event first hand and it's for a very good cause.
A Few Of The Silent Action Items That Were Up For Bidding:
And a whole lot more good stuff was available for the taking. :-)
Just a few small clips to show the setup. I was working the silent auction section. *Again sorry for the poor video quality :-(
You can check out below the awesome gallery from e-Life (242) ...
I am sooooo pleased and proud to see all the efforts and initiatives coming from private citizens and various private companies around the 242 with regards to helping our bothers and sisters in their time of need.
Click here to see a few listings of organizations/private entities/individuals who have started relief efforts for the affected islands.
We can be united for a cause :-)
With this heartbreaking video I encourage you to assist in any way you can!
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