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A Little Cup of Tea

When I was a baby, someone had given me a little 'tea set' as a gift and it was one of my favorite toys.
Daddy was in the living room engrossed in the evening news when I brought Daddy a little cup of 'tea,'
which was just water. After several cups of-tea and lots of praise for such yummy tea, my Mom came
home. My Dad made her wait in the living room to watch his little princess bring him a cup of
tea,-because it was, "just the cutest thing!" My Mom waited, and sure enough, here I come down the hall
with a cup of tea for Daddy and she watches him drink it up, then says,


"Did it ever occur to you that the only place that baby can reach to get water is the toilet ???"
I say it this way...
Whatever we do in life,
is beautiful!  

If you love what you do, and you do it with love
how can it get any better?
Let the love of Jesus who gave his life for all,
Open the door to heaven before you crash and fall...
Victory over sin and death is the reward we all can reap
Endure until the end - the mountain is not too steep!


GOD'S GIFTS
Written by Tillie Vaughan 8/20/78

God speaks to us in many ways
through Earth - Water - Air and Fire

What is he trying to tell us?
Should we have no worldly desire?

HE GAVE US EARTH
a stable ground on which we make our home.

HE GAVE US WATER
ever travelling on - it makes us want to roam!

HE GAVE US AIR
it softly caresses us or blows our possessions away.

HE GAVE US FIRE
it brings us warmth to love or tempers us for another day.
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Written by Tillie Vaughan 8/19/78

The river flows around the bend
Then down the stream there is no end,
Bringing life wherever it goes
They say it comes from melted snows.

In the water there are fish to eat
And it cools us from the intense heat,
It makes our gardens spring up high
And quenches our thirst when we are dry.

Why do we pollute you?
For you're what brings us life,
Ever moving, pushing onward...
Through all the worldly strife..
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Tillie writes:
Bud, my husband and I, were travelling up the coast on our way to Port
Townsend, WA
FROM 1-20 WE'RE GROWING LIKE WEEDS
and searching for everything we think we need.

FROM 20-40 WE'RE STRUGGLING THROUGH
changing directions, asking who is who?

FROM 40-60 WE CAN CHANGE OUR PLIGHT
and make up for things we didn't do right!

FROM 60-80 WE REAP WHAT WE'VE SOWN
be it good or bad it is our own.

FROM 80-100 IF WE'VE CHOSEN WELL
we'll coast through these years and say it was SWELL!!!
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A LOOK AT LIFE

Written by Tillie V. 8/17/78

IT SEEMS TO ME THAT WE'RE LIKE FISH
HIDING UNDER ROCKS...

AND WHEN WE VENTURE OUT IN LIFE
WE TAKE A FEW HARD KNOCKS...

WE EAT AND SAY THE WRONG THINGS
AND ACT JUST LIKE A NUT!  

WOULDN'T IT BE NICE IF WE BOTH
KNEW WHEN TO KEEP OUR BIG MOUTHS SHUT?
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Tillie entered this poem in the World of Poetry Contest, May1988.

Washington, DC Sept. 1-3, 1989.  

I received a plastic statue commemorating the event and read my poem to a group
poem which is printed in the next email.  
Don't know if he received it but I gave it to an usher to give to him...  After the
convention, Bud & I toured Washington, DC for 3 days and went to a session of congress, then rented a car and
drove
to New York taking in all the sights along the east coast!
Bud never did like my driving (since he used to be a truck
driver) but once in a while he would let me drive and I happened to be at the wheel when we went through the
Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel, all over and under water, I was scared to death, but also thrilled to think I made it!  
(The Bridge/Tunnel is one of the 7 engineering wonders of the world!)  Had a great time on the NY turnpike - Bud
was
driving and I thought we were never going to make the plane home as we kept going around in a circle!


Thanks for the memories you've given and still share -
I think God put you here because he couldn't be everywhere!
Your charming smile and zany wit -
Will make our convention a real big hit!

I'm sure when you walk through those pearly gates...
You'll find waiting there, a lot of "mates"
Cheering you on and wishing you well
But surprised - 'cause they thought you'd gone to hell!

Love You Bob!
In 1978 Bud and I travelled up the #WestCoast .
We stayed with Vince and Marlie on Vain bridge Island, WA before heading for Alaska which Bud
really wanted to see.  We had just gotten our 1st motor home in 1976, it was during the gas crunch,
and gas prices not only went up but you were limited as to how much you could buy.  Motor homes
with our 24 ft. Vehicle.  We acquired the motor home from Open Road in exchange for printing as they
were struggling to keep alive with the gas shortage and finally did close down.  We took several
ferries back and forth from the Island to Seattle and rode on the first air boat ferry while there.  
Whenever I road a boat it was always for fun, but this was a means of transportation to many using it
and after viewing their dispositions I wrote the following poem..
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Written by Tillie Vaughan 8/5/78

Sitting waiting for the ferry, wishing that the
time would fly,
Just can't get used to waiting, but I know the
reason why!
So many years I hurried - afraid I would not
get done,
All the things that I had planned before the
setting sun.

Now, as I sit back and listen to the people
passing by,
In their hustle and their bustle they don't
even try -
To be kind to those around them, to pause
and pass a smile,
Seems they're bent on self-destruction
as they rush down life's long mile!
Vain bridge, and were headed to Alaska (or so we thought).  In the campground where we stayed just before entering the
Alaskan highway were several motor homes returning and they were a MESS!  Mud all over them, broken windshields, it.  
Well, after viewing what our motor home was going to look like when we came back I decided not to go.  Bud would have
gone as he was always up for a challenge, instead we headed back to the states and did an Alaskan cruise for our 50th
anniversary.  The ferry was an overnight trip, so we planned on sleeping in the motor home in the bottom of the ship.  
However, when we went down to get in it, they had parked a car so close to our door we couldn't even open it.  We had left
everything in the motor home, money, food, coats, etc,motor homeot in, by crawling on top of the motor home and going in
room to open the door.  There were cars parked in front of us and behind us and on either side so he didn't have much
room to maneuver, but he did it!  I wrote this poem while we were at sea...

SEAGULLS
Written by Tillie Vaughan 8/12/78

The seagulls flying, pass our boat -
Then circle back by to catch something afloat
I watch them as they flap their wings -
And I think about so many things...


Like don't they ever get tired trying to  outrun  
space?                              

Or where is home -
what happens when they can't find anyplace...

To land just for a minute -
while they rest their weary selves -

And who provides the food they eat,
they don't have gardens or shelves?

I wonder why we busy ourselves?
like I am doing now?

Instead of just relaxing or maybe I don't know how.

We're so afraid we won't have enough
of pleasure, food or things...

That we, like the birds, keep busying ourselves
in search of what tomorrow brings.
HAPPINESS
Written by Tillie V. 8/22/78

Happiness is not a gift, but a state of heart,
A by-product of things, which we all should start.
We need self-respect, work well done,
And service to others each day -
In order to find happiness
somewhere along the way!

Happiness is intangible, money can only buy things -
Like boats and cars, houses and clothes,
watches, bracelets and rings.

So be careful what you teach your children
For they look to you as their guide...
Live like only love matters and they
will follow in your stride.

Remember each person is happy
in their very own special way -
And you can't give your child happiness
he must earn it day by day!
Here's a poem I wrote to Bob Hope...Of course for those of you who don't remember him,
he always sang "Thanks for the Memory" at the close of his radio and TV programs, so...
Tillie B. Tromler-Vaughan
IF I HAD SAID NO!

If I had said NO to marriage...I would never have known true love

If I had said NO to sex...I would never have had children from above

If I had said NO to travelling...I would never have seen caves,
mountains, forests, and things

If I had said NO to working...I would never have known the joy that
it brings

If I had said NO to riding a bike...I would have been confined to my
home in my growing up years

If I had said NO to having children...I would not have shed so many
tears

If I had said NO to climbing a tree...I wouldn't have fallen out and
hurt my knee

If I had said NO to sledding in the street...I wouldn't have
experienced going under a car and never getting a scratch...What a
treat!

If I had said NO to God...I would not have had so much love to
share

If I had said NO to all of you, my life would be empty and bare!
Tillie's Tidings
A lifetime of poems and Children's stories,
never before published until now!
Tillie Tromler wrote this poem on 8/11/78
As she observed all the changes taking place in the world.  
This poem has been published.


PROGRESS?


I wonder old earth how you get by -
We sail your oceans and fly in your sky.
We move your mountains and uproot your trees -
Put in our freeways and drive thru the breeze.
Then sit back and wonder at the mess we've created -
Can't understand the weather or the waters abated.
We've smogged up our cities, there's no fresh air to borrow...
We fish out our lakes with no thought of tomorrow...
We hunt the wild beasts, mostly for sport -
And complain about too many ships in our port.
Seems like everyone has a cause to pursue -
Most of them labeled "progress" but when they're thru ...
They've only left a mess in their wake -
I think God made only one mistake!
He gave man a free will of his own -
And we're bent on destruction with the seeds that we've
sown!
Tillie wrote this poem for a publication called "The International Who's Who in
Poetry" and it appeared on the first page of their publication in 2007...
I'll be 82 this year and have lived through a depression, a number of wars, and
the current communication explosion.

During the depression my father couldn't find
job it paid him $12 a week for 6 days work and 12 hours a day.  Bread, milk and
cigarettes were 10 cents each.  My grandfather who was 66 and still working
walked 7 miles each way to work every day.  They say technology has made our

I WONDER???


I WONDER???

I wonder what we're thinking when we send our troops to war?
I wonder where our loyalty is and why our flag's not respected more?

I wonder what will stop the gangs and violence and hurt?
I wonder when we'll live in peace on this earthly piece of dirt?

I wonder what has happened to our respect and dignity?
I wonder where our minds are and why we've lost integrity?

I wonder why there's so much fraud and welfare going on?
I wonder when we'll wake up and see a brand new dawn?

But most of all, I wonder why it seems we've closed the door,
On everything that's good and right, is that the price of war?
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