California Bowling Writers

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As of 01/08/2008

January 29, 2008

Mary Lynly
Mary Pimentel
Blanche Cullen
Western States Trade Show
Bakersfield 600 Club
California USBC
Bette Addington
Tina Martin
Product Fair
Dick & Gloria Porter
Jae Etcheverry
Karla Faul
Phyl Knoll
Joe & Nancy Brumbaugh
Janet Smith
Pat Thurston
Leslie/Robert Spears
Donna Dillard
Lou Gross
Chris Drew
Teresa Salazar
Nancy McCall
Ramona Clark
Jan/William Bacon
AP Architects
Bette Addington
Royce/Darlene Fogleman
Joan Feinblum
Yvonne Sasse
Striking Threes League
WIA Travel League
Birdcage Seniors League
Marianne Evans
Joellyn/William Rinnander
Joseph/Tracy Lyou
Eloise/Bill Cottrell
Suzanne & Brendan Dolan
Kathy Watson
Elaine Hagan
Palmdale Curves Group
Humboldt USBC

Lydia Rypcinski*
*In the name of her father: a veteran: William Rypcinski

John/Brenda Lynly

Birdcage Seniors
Individual donations In Memory of League Bowler Jim Faris

Alda McPhail
Barbara Tarkington
Elaine/Roy Van Otten

Marsha/Bob Keen*
*In memory of Jim Faris

Phil Severance
Lucille Farni

By Bette Addington, Chairperson

Thanksgiving is a time to reflect on being thankful. Thankful for our freedom and to reflect on what makes this possible.

The California Bowling Writers (CBW) are conducting their fourth annual Phone Card Drive for the Troops. CBW had such a successful Drive last year, we decided the need was still very much there and the Drive will continue. We even got several responses back from troops serving in Iraq letting us know how much they appreciated the phone cards which even energizes our organization that much more to continue this Drive.

Last year the Phone Cards were sent for Valentine’s Day and we plan to repeat this for 2008. So, our campaign is called “Valentine Soldier Call Home Drive for 2008!”

NEW for this year’s Drive!!
• For anyone wanting to donate $25, this will purchase one (1) Phone Card in your name and you can attach a personal note which we will include!
• We have a direct contact with a source working in the military that will assist us in purchasing the best phone cards our money can buy as well as seeing the cards will get delivered to the troops on the frontline by Feb. 14, 2008.

We are reaching out again to all those who donated last year and invite you to be a part of this great campaign for CBW. We are asking for your donations NOW. Any amount is appreciated. Donations (made out to “CBW”).

• California Bowling Writers ’08 Phone Card Drive
• Now through December 31, 2007
• Send donations to Tina Martin – CBW Treasurer, 57 Shields Lane, Novato, CA 94947-3877

A Different Christmas Poem

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.

Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.

My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.

My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.

A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.

"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"

For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts.
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,

I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night.
So that your family can sleep without fright.
It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.

No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers"

My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.

Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.

I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..

Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."
"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."

"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.

For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."