August 18, 2017 (Friday)
Last week I wrote a blog about “National S’mores Day” — you know what “S’mores” are: graham cracker sandwiches filled with chocolate and marshmallows. My dear friends, Dale and Ann Pogue, read the blog and invited me over to their house for some “S’mores.”
They are my old friends. I am theirs. For 53 years. They care about people and have lots of friends all over the country. They make me feel special. Here I am in a picture taken at their table, “S’mores” and all. How very nice of them.
S’mores and I at the Pogues
My old friends – Ann and Dale Pogue (From Magazine)
OLD FRIENDS
Words by Gloria Gaither
Music by Bill Gaither and J.D. Miller
Old friends, after all of these years,
Just old friends, through laughter and tears,
Old friends, what a find, what a priceless treasure,
Old friends, like a rare piece of gold,
My old friends make it great to grow old,
Old friends, with all I will hold to old friends.
Now God must have known,
There’d be days on our own,
We would lose the will to go on,
That’s why he sent friends like you along.
Old friends, you’ve always been there,
My old friends, we’ve had more than our share,
Old friends, we’re all millionaires,
In old friends.