Thoughts on Father's Day ~

"The fellow that owns his own home is always just coming out of a hardware store." 
~ Kin Hubbard

"A man builds a fine house; and now he has a master, and a task for life is to furnish, watch, show it, and keep it in repair the rest of his life."
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

"You don't have to deserve your mother's love.  You have to deserve your father's.  He's more particular."
~ Robert Frost

"The fundamental defect of fathers is that they want their children to be a credit to them."
~ Bertrand Russell

"Home is not where you live but where they understand you."
~ Christian Morgensters

~ "The Harper Book of Quotations", Robert I. Fitzhenry, editor.  1993, HarperCollins.

 

"All that I am or hope to be, I owe to my mother."

 

~ Abraham Lincoln





 

"It was when I had my first child that I understood how much my mother loved me."

~ from For Mother, A Bouquet of Sentiments

 

 

"Happy Mothers' Day"

 

 

 



 

Happy Holiday Easter Weekend

Wear the Green

The Neat Little Bookshop

 

"May you always walk in sunshine & never want for more.  May Irish angels rest their wings right beside your door."

 

 

"Because of a friend ~ life is a little stronger, a fuller, more gracious thing;  for a friend's existence, whether he be near or far.  If a friend is close at hand, that is best but if he is far away he is still there to think of, to wonder about, to hear from, to write to, to share life and experience with, to serve, to honour, to admire, to love."

~ Arthur C. Benson (1862 - 1925) English essayist, poet, author.

"Happy Valentine's Day"

 

 

"You're my friend ~
What a thing friendship is, world without end!"
~ Robert Browning, The Flight of the Duchess

"In every mess I finds a friend."

~ Charles Dibdin, Jack in His Element

"Money can't buy friends
but you can get a better class of enemy."
~ Spike Milligan

"Sir, I look upon every day to be

lost, in which I do not make

a new acquaintance."

~ Samuel Johnson

 

"Even if we take matrimony

at its lowest, even if we regard it

as no more than a sort of friendship

recognized by the police."

~ Robert Louis Stevenson, Virginibus Puerisque

~ THE LITTLE BOOK of Friends, A Compilation by Brockhampton Press 1996.

"And who will walk a mile with me
     Along life's weary way?
A friend whose heart has eyes to see
The stars shine out o'er the darkening lea."

~ Henry van Dyke, A Wayfaring Song

[Photo from cover of a 1935 book by J. Hartley Manners titled, Peg O' My Heart]

It's all I have to bring today,
This, and my heart beside,
This, and my heart, and all the fields,
And all the meadows wide.
Be sure you count, should I forget, ~
Some one the sum could tell, ~
This, and my heart, and all the bees
Which in the clover dwell.

~ Emily Dickinson

[Photo files lbw]

"My lover spoke and said to me,

Arise, my darling,

my beautiful one, and come with me.

See!  The winter is past; the rains are over and gone.

Flowers appear on the earth;

the season of singing has come...."

 

 

~ The Song of Songs

 

"There's nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dream."

 

~ Thomas Moore

 

VALENTINE'S DAY is Sunday, February 14. [Photo files:  Jackson House, King Street & Centennial, Stoney Creek. lbw]

 



May the beauty and spirit of the season remain with you all year.

John and I would like to thank our family and friends for all your support.  We look forward to a new year, 2016.

Never a Christmas morning,

Never the old year ends ~

But someone thinks of someone,

Old days, old times,

old friends.

 

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

 

 

 



SATURDAY, DECEMBER 12 ~ The bookshop is closed while we attend a family Christmas event.  We apologize for any inconvenience.  In order to make up some holiday hours, we will open on Monday, December 14, 10:30 to 5:00.
 
Have a safe and happy weekend ~ John and Lorna


REGULAR HOURS:  Wed. to Fri. 10:30 to 5:00.  Sat. 10:30 to 3:00.

Please NOTE:  Third Thursday, DECEMBER 17 will be our regular literary group at 1:00 p.m.  If you did not receive our e-mail monthly notice and wish to have your name added to our list, please let us know.  This month's theme:  Bring a treasured Christmas item ~ a family heirloom perhaps, a special poem, picture ~ whatever feels like Christmas!

"Do you know what it is to be a child?  It is to be something very different from the man of today.  It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters of life;   it is to believe in loveliness, to believe in belief;  it is to be so little that the elves can reach to whisper in your ear; it is to turn pumpkins into coaches and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness and nothing into everything...for each child has a fairy godmother in its soul."
 
~ Francis Thompson (1859 - 1907) English poet, writer.
 

We play while the bookshop is temporarily closed ~

The Way We Were

Happy Father's Day from the bookshop

"When others fail him, the wise man looks

To the sure companionship of books."

~Old Friends

~ Andrew Lang [1844 - 1912] Scots poet, novelist, Nobel Prize for Literature.

"One gift the fairies gave me:  (three
They commonly bestowed of yore)
The love of books, the golden key
That opens the enchanted door."

~Ballade of the Bookworm. Stanza 2

We Took a Day Away ~

[Photos: Niagara-on-The-Lake lbw]

Take to The Country ~ Happy Victoria Day Weekend

"Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished." ~ Lao-tzu

[Photos:  Mount Olivet, May 16, 2015. lbw]

Pin the Cherry on the Cupcake!

The Dear Little Shamrock

There's a dear little plant that grows in our Isle,

    'Twas St. Patrick himself sure that set it:

And the sun on his labour with pleasure did smile,

   And with dew from his eye often wet it.

It shines thro' the bog, thro' the brake, thro' the mireland,

And he called it the dear little shamrock of Ireland.

(Chorus:)
The dear little shamrock, the sweet little shamrock,
The dear little, sweet little shamrock of Ireland.

The dear little plant still grows in our Isle,

   Fresh and fair as the daughters of Erin,

Whose eyes can bewitch and whose eyes can beguile,

   In each climate they ever appear in.

For they shine thro' the bog, thro' the brake, and the mireland,

Just like their own dear little shamrock of Ireland.

(Chorus:)

The dear little plant that springs from our soil,

When its three little leaves are extended,

Denotes from its stalk we together should toil,

And ourselves by ourselves be befriended.

And still thro' the bog, thro' the brake, and the mireland,

From one root should branch like the shamrock of Ireland.

(Chorus:)