A letter

You wrote me you will wait till' Spring time and then you will die. I hope you will change your mind and wait to see your new grandchild, and be happy, so you forget about dying. In the case you will not change your mind and you will go to Heaven, I hope you will meet Jack's wife, and you will become close friends. How? There will be not a language barrier. Language is such in-perfect tool for communication anyway. You will teach her how to knit and crochet. Your hands, forearms and elbows will not hurt, so you could do, what you liked to do. There you two will be sitting, happily clicking needles, creating new fashions, taking wool from the white clouds, and dressing all little angels. After a while you two become tired of white color, so you will also use gray clouds, pink and yellow from the sunset and sunrise. You don't like to use wool from dark, angry clouds, It is to wet anyway. All little angels will be happy, because they could sit on the clouds and blend with them, so nobody will see them. It is one of the rules: not to be seen. After another while you will begin to dream about luscious green of the grass, deep red of the roses, rich yellow buttercups, and you will begin to ask: what happens to the rainbow after it fades? Nothing disappears without traces. May we use the colors from the rainbows to dress little angels? Your activity is pleasant to my eyes, you are not selfish, and you think about others and not about yourself. Yes, you may. So Rosalie and Joan are knitting sweaters, hats, socks, scarves and mittens in rainbow colors, and soon all Heaven is as colorful as Earth. They look like clowns, some conservative complains. This suppose to be Heaven and not Earth. Never mind, is an answer. Clowns bring laughter. Did you have enough of it, when you lived on Earth? Rosalie and Joan also invented cases for the angels' wings in the colors of butterflies and rainbows. When the first putties appeared in the sky fluttering their wings, they heard a hearty, belly laughter: I invented everything, but cases for the wings of my little angels. I am silly. I wish you happy life in Heaven, when I should wish you long and happy live on Earth. Your little sister. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 9/22/2012

The best where to ride a bike is ...

Of course first what comes into my mind is where not to ride a bike ... Not to learn to ride on your older brother's bike, when one foot is on the pedal and second leg has to be under the stick. Riding the bike in the circles where my brother was a center; and then he lets go ... Nice, flat surface without rocks is fine. Also to learn how to steer is very helpful. With such a skill you can ride the bike practically anywhere, two wheels economically placed behind each other, can fit. There was an end of a flat surface and it was downhill. It is helpful to ride the bike, when you know how to step on the brake, and where is the brake located. Then you can ride the bike practically anywhere, when you feel it is important to interrupt a motion. Speeding I wasn't able to locate the brakes and ended up inside of half demolished house. It was a better option, because if I knew how to steer I could end up under a car on the busy street under the hill. A lesson: to avoid busy streets, half demolished houses and you can ride your bike practically everywhere. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann POW! 9/8/2012