| Location | Collinsville, Oklahoma |
| Age | 75 years |
| Cause of Death | Stroke |
| Date of Birth | 22/05/1930 |
| Date of Death | 10/09/2005 |
| Visitors | 1,203 since 17/01/2009 |
| Creator |
Gracie Waleeta Gordon was born to Walter & Gracie Elam, May 22, 1930. She was the oldest of 6
siblings. Mom married our dad Willis Buoy, May 22, 1948. They had myself, Lois Carol Bauders, a son,
Robert Allen Buoy, and our baby sister, Cheryle Lynn McManus. She has 7 grandchildren, Allen & Terry
Bauders, Brandi Brassfield, Shauna Payne, Shawn Buoy, Nikki Bunch & Kori McManus. 4
Great-grandchildren, Myles & Tymbr Masquat,Sadie & Araya Payne. Mama was loved by so many. She loved
to play the slot machines,(we called it our therapy!) plant flowers, play bingo, and go to the
auctions. She enjoyed visiting with family & friends. She is missed by all of us. She left such a
void in so many lives. I miss our phone calls several times a day, and my car hardly ever left
without her. She was not only my mother, she was my best friend. Bobby, Cheryle & myself knew she
loved us dearly. Loved each of us in her own special way, as did she all of her grandkids. She
married Kenny Gordon in 1974.
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••• The Spirit of Christmas •••
The spirit of Christmas is often found
In things that we can see
A street of gold and silver
A sparkling Christmas tree.
It’s found in quiet serenity
Of freshly fallen snow
In lights upon the river
A candles’ gentle glow.
It’s found in pretty presents
And treasures of delight
In stories told of Christmas’ past
On cold and wintry nights.
It’s found in Yuletide carolers
Who stand out in the street
And spread good cheer and tidings
To everyone they meet.
It’s found in bustling cities
As choirs get up to sing
In sleepy little villages
Where lonely church bells ring.
It’s found within a beggar’s heart
Who kindly takes the time
To help a cold and hungry child
By sharing his last dime.
It’s found within the prisons walls
And temples made of stone
It’s found within the orphanages
And in the nursing homes.
It’s found within the wise men
Who brought gifts from far away
And the eastern star that led them
To the stable where He lay.
It’s found within the Spirit
This gift from up above
It’s filled with pure salvation
And wrapped in His sweet love.
It’s even found in old St. Nick
As he kneels down to pray
To Jesus, Blessed Redeemer
Who was born on Christmas day.
~ Marilyn Ferguson 4 December 2002
Reminiscing at Christmas
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ღ Snowfall ღ
The first snowfall of the season!
I am so excited to see
This annual white blanket of snow
Cover the trees, buildings and ground!
Playful flakes continue to fall and the air is still.
Strangely, the atmosphere feels as if it's insulated from sound.
The birds provide such a beautiful contrast
Of color against this breathtaking wonder.
I sense nature's winter excitement!
As with every year's first snowfall
I call out to you, to share, with me,
The beauty of it all . . .
"Hurry! Come here, it's snowing!"
As usual, you will shout with joy,
Run by my side to share in this ritual.
We will laugh, dress warmly
And play together as children in the snow
Building snowmen, sledding, throwing snowballs
And eventually retreating to
The safety of the indoors.
How familiar it will be when we feel
The numbness in our noses, fingers, feet
As well as the stinging in our wind burned rosy cheeks!
Laughing, we will remove our wet, snow matted clothing
To anxiously embrace the comfort and warmth
Of our home, hot chocolate and each other.
I don't hear you . . . and
Painfully remember
You are no longer with me.
I stand all alone, by an apathetic window.
The snow no longer offers me
Familiar comforts of tradition.
Instead, painful emptiness overpowers me.
Suddenly, I feel like the snow's
Empty blanket enveloped by unwanted and
Lonely silence . . . and cry.
~ Brenda Bernard Flowers
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ღ I Remember Christmas ღ
I remember . .
When Christmas was really Christmas
And family love was all around
And Christmas carols in the street
Drowned out the traffic sounds
When decorations were made at home
And the smell of Mum’s cooking filled the air
And regardless of all our problems
Happiness enveloped everywhere
Shopping didn’t dominate
And finding presents was not a dread
And early on Christmas Eve . .
We were all tucked up in bed
Father Christmas was believable
And computer games were not a blight
Real logs glowed in the fire place . .
And the North Star was still bright
The three wise men took pride of place
And Jerusalem . . was not at war
And we believed that angels . .
Might come walking through the door
Yes,
I remember when Christmas was special
It seemed to have a magic glow
Oh! How I miss those Christmases
That happened long ago
~ Albert Gazeley November 2009
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Angel Of Christmas Cheer
I hear a flutter in the breeze
There is snow upon the ground
All the leaves have fallen
Not a single one to be found.
So it makes me ponder
On this lovely winter day
Could it be an angel?
In the snow at play?
I go ahead and build my snowman
I work with cheerful hands
Carrot nose and button eyes
To make him look so grand.
I think I hear a little giggle
A flutter in the breeze
I look up to see, who might be here
But it's, just my snowman and me.
With all this Yule time cheer
On my face I have a smile
Soon we will be singing songs
As we gather around the fire.
It's nearly time to go in
I'll soon be snug in bed
As I dream of sugar plums
Dancing in my head.
Now it's Christmas Morning
We gather around the tree
I look out the frost window
My eyes just can't believe!
A beautiful smile on my snowman
My hands could have never achieved
I walked the same snow prints
That I had made that very night.
Only one going to it, one coming back
As I look at the snowy base
I see a folded note;
Looking so mystified
With wonder on my face,
As I read the words
This is what it said,
"I enjoyed the wonderful evening
Seeing the joy your heart does hold,
But, there is more to this message
To you, that must be told.
Always remember...
The reason for this season
The night that Christ was born
All those that gathered
In the manger long ago.
Always remember His love and giving ways
Then you can have Christmas, every single day
And if you don't mind...
I would love to come next year
At the bottom was signed,
"Your Angel of Christmas Cheer"
Brenda Conley ~ 2001
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One Little Candle
By Carol Dunn
It’s just one little candle
One tiny flickering light
A challenge to the darkness
A small beacon in the night.
It could be just a gentle touch
A reminder that you’re there
Or a warm, compassionate hug
That shows you understand and care.
Sometimes it only takes your smile
To encourage and uplift
And should that smile lead to laughter
You’ve shared a special gift.
There’s comfort in shared silence
Or in a softly spoken word
Or in taking time to listen
To feelings that must be heard.
Yes, it’s just one little candle
Softly glowing in the night
But it can overcome the darkness
If it will only share it’s light.
Just one candle at a time
Each one giving from its heart
Reaching out to those nearby
Asking them to do their part.
To make sure the light keeps growing
Reaching out to those in sorrow
Offering comfort, warmth and hope
Strength and courage for tomorrow.
❤ Nothing Gold Can Stay ❤
by Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
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♥ Do not judge a song by its duration
♥ Nor by the number of its notes
♥ Judge it by the richness of its contents
♥ Sometimes those unfinished are among the most poignant…
♥ Do not judge a song by its duration
♥ Nor by the number of its notes
♥ Judge it by the way it touches and lifts the soul
♥ Sometimes those unfinished are among the most beautiful…
♥ And when something has enriched your life
♥ And when it’s melody lingers on in your heart.
♥ Is it unfinished?
♥ Or is it endless?
~ Author Unknown ~
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A Poem of Hope
One song can spark a moment,
One flower can wake the dream.
One tree can start a forest,
One bird can herald spring.
One smile begins a friendship,
One handclasp lifts a soul.
One star can guide a ship at sea,
One word can frame the goal.
One vote can change a nation,
One sunbeam lights a room,
One candle wipes out darkness,
One laugh will conquer gloom.
One step must start each journey,
One word must start each prayer.
One hope will raise our spirits,
One touch can show you care.
One voice can speak with wisdom,
One heart can know what’s true.
One life can make the difference.
You see, it’s up to YOU!
(Author Unknown)
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♥ ♥ ♥ I Hope ♥ ♥ ♥
♥ By Sarah Magana ♥
I hope you surf the waves from the ocean,
Big and small.
I hope you watch the sunset,
From a mountain straight and tall.
I hope you can sing a song to all
the angels,
Loud and clear.
I hope you will try new things,
Never giving into fears.
I hope you find a rainbow,
And realize it was worth the rain.
I hope through your journey,
You will learn to balance smiles with pain.
I hope you watch the stars shoot by,
Upon a grassy hill.
I hope you know that I love you,
Always have and always will.
*** Unforgettable *** (Copyright 2003 Inca Vtipi) ***
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Every cell in my body witnessed you
saying goodbye
That final touch…
That final smile…
That final thought that spoke a
million lines…
Lines of language without sound,
A language so much deeper than
the mind!
You were there, to wipe my tears, to hold
my hand, to calm my fears…
Through your eyes you showed me Love,
Love much deeper than the human heart,
From the heavens up above, like an
Angel’s touch,
from dimensions unrealized…
You followed the light,
You spread your wings without fear,
without grief,
and reached for the stars…your journey to
the Eternal Self!
You always said: “Life is but a chase
of wind,
Be free from self-importance and
self-esteem, experience the truth in
every dream”
The chase is over,
As peace abide,
Remember me…
And as you whisper through the wind
I’ll hear your voice in every dream!
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♥ Still I Cry ♥ Author Unknown ♥
I still hear your voice...
It echoes the canyons....
It whistles over the treetops,
and dances with the wind.
It moves in harmony with the clouds
skating the sleet blue sky...
Still I cry.
It chases the waters...
In oceans of green ... and owns the majesty
in the sound of rain.
It catches the snow
and the leaves in fall...
It claims a path,
down my beating heart.
It's a whisper on my shoulder
and a promise unspoken...
It unfolds my day
like petals of a rose...
It lingers by, Still I Cry...
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A NEW STAR
(Author Unknown)
I see a brighter star tonight
As I look at the sky;
It glistens in a teardrop
As it drifts upon a sigh.
A little light all filled with soul,
A speck so like the rest;
But to me it's brighter than the moon,
Above all, it's the best.
A part of earth for just awhile.
The heavens are its home;
Here it was confined as life,
There it's free to roam.
A little gem to crown the sky,
A jewel for all to see;
Its sparkle is for all mankind,
Its memory, just for me.
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