Sunday, December 30, 2012


Matthew 22:37-40
Jesus replied: “Love the Lord your GOD with all your heart and with all your soul and with your entire mind.” This is the First and Greatest Commandment and the Second is: “Love your neighbor as yourself.” “All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two Commandments.”
I send this as a New Year Resolution that some of you may take up and the one that really takes practice and hard work is = “Love your neighbor as yourself.” Even if they have walked away from you one day LOVE them anyway!
To you all with Love and all that heaven will allow!
From Sir Richard…

Friday, December 21, 2012


Is my favorite time of the year!

Because of what it celebrates.
With all the Love that CHRIST JESUS birth brings to myself and the many.
Usually with much cheer.

So of all of the world’s thoughts that I have learned, this one.
For me really strikes home, in my thoughts each and every day.

That you can love someone with all your heart.
For all the right reasons and in a moment, they can choose to walk away!
So if they do remember, the good that you had with them and
continue to Love 'em anyway.”

Sent TO YOU ALL with LOVE from,
Sir Richard...

Tuesday, December 11, 2012


HELLO AND MERRY CHRISTMAS, from Sir Richard and family!
As my gift to all of you I love taking photos so here is a
Slideshow of photos that I took and I hope that you enjoy them!
Christmas 2012 Photos by Sir Richard
So may you and yours all have a MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Sincerely, and with LOVE to you and you and you and YOU!
“Glory to God in the Highest and on earth, peace and good will towards all man.”
Luke 2:14

Saturday, December 8, 2012


John Winston Lennon 1940 - 1980
“I'm sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth” JWL
"But In My Life Never Forgotten" 
for you John, by Sir Richard...

Monday, December 3, 2012



In thy name Father God "I pray for my Granddaughter Skye to have for all of next year,
too be full of success and happiness.”
As we both know how she works so hard and is such a beautiful soul as all of my Grandchildren are!
So this Christmas, please grant her this Gift our Father in heaven.
In thy name we all pray.
A Prayer for Skye this Christmas,
Sincerely and with Love
Sir Richard...aka Grandpa Richard…

Santa’s Helper and an adventure with Grandma

Santa’s Helper and an adventure with Grandma
I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma.
For I was just a kid.
So, I tore across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb:
"There is no Santa Claus," she jeered.
"Even dummies know that!"

My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been.
I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me.
I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her world-famous cinnamon buns.
I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so.
It had to be true.

Grandma was home, and the cinnamon buns were still warm.
Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me.
"No Santa Claus!" she snorted. "Ridiculous!
Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad.
Now, put on your coat, and let's go."
"Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked.

I hadn't even finished my second world-famous, cinnamon bun.
"Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything.
As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars.
That was a bundle in those days.

"Take this money," she said, "and buy something for someone who needs it”.
I'll wait for you in the car."
Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's.
I was only eight years old.
I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself.
The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping.
For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten- dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for??

I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, the people who went to my church.
I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker.
He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class.

Bobby Decker didn't have a coat.
I knew that because he never went out for recess during the winter.
His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that,

Bobby Decker didn't have a cough, and he didn't have a coat.
As I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement.
I decided that I would buy Bobby Decker a coat!
Then, I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it.
It looked real warm, and he would like that.

"Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down.
"Yes," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby."
The nice lady smiled at me.
I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag and wished me a Merry Christmas.

That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Christmas paper and ribbons (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus", on it.
Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy.

Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially one of Santa's Helpers.
Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going."

I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma.
Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open.

Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.
Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes.
That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were: "Ridiculous".
Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team!

I still have the Bible, with the tag tucked inside: $19.95.
He who has no Christmas in his heart will never find Christmas under a tree.

Author Unknown.
*** From Sir Richard aka Grandpa Richard. Remember my Grandchildren, even you my eldest Grandaughter Santa is still watching, so be good!
Merry Christmas!
Sir Richard…aka Grandpa Richard.