Sam the Lamb...

Same the Lamb is a cute story. Yes it involves lambs and sheep. In fact they are the main attraction. Click here

Cute pictures...

Little Lamb is smiling and tired

Little Lamb is tired. It's been a busy day.

The Story of Mary Had a Little Lamb...

Pink has awarded me this award. I was thinking I'll never get an award for my blog. I considered me a boring person with a boring blog. Pinks blog: http://taniapink.blogspot.com/
Thank you for this award. I really really appreciate it. Now I have to find 5 girls to give this to. Right now, I can only think of two.

Mayden's Voyage - http://maydensvoyage.blogspot.com/
She a sweetie and I like her.
Carmen - http://caravanne.blogspot.com/
Same with Carmen.

And so starts the famous poem of Mary and her little lamb, a children's poem that has touch us all at one point or another in our lives.

Well if your a Sawyer the poem is deeper and more in depth because the poem is about one of our decedents Mary Elizabeth Sawyer ( married name - Mary E. Tyler ) born March 22, 1806 and died on Dec 11, 1889, she is buried in the Mount Auburn Cemetery in Boston. A 4th generation American Sawyer. Her farther was Thomas, the son of Ezra Sawyer, and her mother was Elizabeth Houghton.

The story goes that one day in March of 1815 in Sterling, Mass. The lamb was born and it was forsaken by its mother, and was almost dead. (Mary was about 9) Mary asked her farther if she could take it into the house, at first he said no but Mary convinced him to allow her to take the lamb in. She nursed the lamb thru the night and by morning the lamb could stand and its health had improved rapidly. The lamb became a pet and would follow her every were. She would wash and care for the lamb as a mother would care for a child. The lamb was a ewe and lived approximately 4 years, she became the mother of 3 lambs, a single lamb and 2 twins.

One day on her way to school the lamb followed Mary, she did not know this at first, when she did notice her brother Nat suggested that they take the lamb to school. Being a child she thought it was a good idea. When they reached the school yard the teacher had not arrived yet so Mary took the lamb to her seat and put it under her seat and covered it up with a blanket, the lamb laid down and was very quite. Later on when Mary was called to the front of class to recite something the lamb followed her. The teacher (Miss Polly Kimball) laughed and so did all the children, she then took the lamb out side until lunch time when she took the lamb home.

That day a young man was visiting the school by the name of John Roulstone (John was born in 1805 and died on Feb. 20, 1822 in Boston at the age of 17), a nephew of the Reverend Lemuel Capen a minister in Sterling from 1815 - 1819. The man was so inspired by the incident that the next day he rode up on horse back to the school house and handed Mary a piece of paper with the poems for 12 lines written on it.

As written By John Roulstone,

Author of the first twelve lines and as it was given to Mary E. Sawyer

Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was as white as snow,
And every were that Mary went,
The lamb was sure to go.

It followed her to school one day;
That was against the rule;
It made the children laugh and play;
To see the lamb at school.

And so the teacher turned it out;
but still it lingered near;
And waited patiently about;
Till Mary did appear.

By Sara Josepha Hale, Author of the last twelve lines.

And then he ran to her, and laid
His head upon her arm,
As if he said "I'm not afraid,
You'll keep me from all harm."

'What makes the lamb love Mary so?"
The eager children cry;
"O, Mary loves the lamb, you know,"
The teacher did reply.

"And you each gentle animal
To you, for life may bind,
And make it follow at your call,
If you are always kind."

"Mary had a little lamb" was published in 1830 in her name in a book called "Poems for Our Children". The poem was then republished to music in The Juvenile Lure of 1831 with no author given.

Little Lamb's note: I figured this blog is about lambs so I figured I post about Mary Had a Little Lamb.

Little Lamb,
Supplier of wool, that's genuine wool.
Look at the baby lamb, how cute.

My apologies...

I'm sorry if I mislead yo into thinking Boneman has left blogging. He hasn't. In fact his blog is right here
The name of his blog is Grabbing the Bull by the Horns. So you see, there's no need for him to say good bye.

Boneman, you sure are getting a lot of publicity with my last post and this one and Jean's post about your blog. That's what blogging buddies are for, to advertise each other's blogs.

You really should check out the links on my side bar. I have some very interesting blogging buddies.

Separation Anxiety...

The Phosgene Kid gave me the idea for this post.

I think I get too attached to you guys. One day I was going through my blog roll and I couldn't get to one of your blogs. I like to see what each of you have posted, if anything, so I check up on you. I also look to see if there are any new comments.

As I said, one day I was going through my blog roll and came across someone who deleted their blog. Then I wen to see if I could see their profile. I saw their profile, but no blog listed. This person deleted his blog. (Boneman, who had Walking on Alligators) I was having withdrawal symptoms. I was pouty. I was thinking to myself, how will I ever get to see him again? I said to myself, Self, you'll just have to get over it. Bloggers do leave the blogging world. It happens. If Boneman wanted to have contact with me he'd get in contact with me. He knows where I blog.

As I was getting over Boneman, he left a message on my blog. See? He did get in contact. I was so excited. He thinks I didn't know he was gone. But little does he know...

So, I am attached to you all. All of you give me regular attention when you can. None of you ignores me. I'm glad. I like the attention all of you give me.

Maybe we all should exchange email address. My email is in my profile, so if you're interested, just drop me a line.

Stuff and Things...

I don't know what to write about or post. So I thought I just write. Or should I say type? I do have stuff and things to say, hence the name of the post.

So here goes:

I think they're starting school too early. They're starting school in August. They have started school in August in Florida for as long as I can remember, as far as I know. I could be wrong about this. Actually, to be honest, I d0n't know when they started to start school in August. What bugs me about our school system is they pick up the kids too early and get them home too late. Our kids seem to go to school where its the furthest away. If you live by a school you don't go to that school. They take you to the next town. Go figure. When I go to work the kids are going to school. When I come home from work they're coming home from school.

My hours have been cut at work so maybe I'll beat the kids home when school starts. I just get out an hour early. I don't mind, it gives me more sit down time.

On the way home from church I noticed a driver behind me. I wanted to get over to the next lane, and when I did, that same driver got behind me again. I thought that was strange because everybody is always trying to pass me and cut me off. They really want to get me. This driver didn't. This driver showed some manners. We made the same right turn and then they truned again and I thought that driver was being considerate, something that I don't usually see. I really appreciated them not cutting me off.

I guess that's it for this time. Ok, now I talked to you, now you talk to me. Simple and easy. Now what do you have to say to me?