Life is like a....

Bonjour from Campagne Maison

Life is like a.....

 Pineapple Upside-Down Cake with Cherries

Baked in a cast iron skillet

"Life can only be understood, looking backwards"....The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

Thanks for stopping by the farmhouse for a visit today! We love having company.

Au revoir,

Old Cemetery Inscriptions

Bonjour from Campagne Maison

I love old houses and old graveyards, especially the inscriptions on the tombstones!

Old Cemetery Inscriptions

A truly Happy Person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour. And, one who can enjoy browsing old cemeteries. Here's some fascinating things on old tombstones!

Harry Edsel Smith of Albany, New York:

Born 1903--Died 1942.

Looked up the elevator shaft to see if the

car was on the way down. It was.

In a Thurmont, Maryland , cemetery:

Here lies an Atheist, all dressed up

and no place to go.

On the grave of Ezekial Aikle in

East Dalhousie Cemetery, Nova Scotia:

Here lies Ezekial Aikle, Age 102.

Only the good die young.

In a London , England cemetery:

Here lies Ann Mann, who lived an old maid

but died an old Mann. Dec. 8, 1767

In a Ribbesford, England , cemetery:

Anna Wallace

The children of Israel wanted bread,

And the Lord sent them manna.

Clark Wallace wanted a wife,

And the Devil sent him Anna.

In a Ruidoso, New Mexico , cemetery:

Here lies Johnny Yeast.

Pardon him for not rising.

In a Uniontown, Pennsylvania , cemetery:

Here lies the body of Jonathan Blake,

Stepped on the gas instead of the brake.

In a Silver City , Nevada , cemetery:

Here lays The Kid,

We planted him raw.

He was quick on the trigger,

But slow on the draw.

A lawyer's epitaph in England :

Sir John Strange.

Here lies an honest lawyer,

and that is Strange.

John Penny's epitaph in the Wimborne,

England , cemetery:

Reader, if cash thou art in want of any,

Dig 6 feet deep and thou wilt find a Penny.

In a cemetery in Hartscombe , England :

On the 22nd of June, Jonathan Fiddle went out of tune.

Anna Hopewell's grave in Enosburg Falls ,

Vermont :

Here lies the body of our Anna,

Done to death by a banana.

It wasn't the fruit that laid her low,

But the skin of the thing that made her go.

On a grave from the 1880s in Nantucket ,

Massachusetts :

Under the sod and under the trees,

Lies the body of Jonathan Pease.

He is not here, there's only the pod,

Pease shelled out and went to God.

In a cemetery in England:

Remember man, as you walk by,

As you are now, so once was I.

As I am now, so shall you be,

Remember this and follow me.

To which someone replied by writing on the tombstone:

To follow you I'll not consent,

Until I know which way you went.

Thanks for stopping by the farmhouse for a visit today! We love having company.

Au revoir,

on "being reasonably happy"

Bonjour from Campagne Maison

Serenity Prayer

God grant me the serenity

to accept the things I cannot change;

courage to change the things I can;

and wisdom to know the difference.

 

(Although known most widely in its abbreviated form above,

the entire prayer reads as follows...)

Living one day at a time;

Enjoying one moment at a time;

Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;

Taking, as He did, this sinful world

as it is, not as I would have it;

Trusting that He will make all things right

if I surrender to His Will;

That I may be reasonably happy in this life

and supremely happy with Him

Forever in the next.

Amen.

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Au revoir!

Color me RED

Bonjour from Campagne Maison

RED excites the emotions and motivates us to take action. It signifies a pioneering spirit with leadership qualities, ambition, and determination. RED can give confidence to people who are shy and lack will power.

 RED boosts our physical energy levels, increases our heart rate and blood pressure and prompts the release of adrenalin. RED being the color of physical movement awakens our life force, stimulating deeper and more intimate passions, such as love and sex on the positive side OR revenge and anger on the negative. Often used to express love--as on Valentine's Day--it actually relates more to the passions of sexuality and lust rather than love.

RED stimulates the appetite and is often used in restaurant decor, increasing a craving for food.

Too much RED can cause irritation, is fast moving and requires a need for action. RED is an attention-getter, demands you to take notice, and alerts you to danger. This is why we have RED traffic lights and stop signs - it is the universal color for danger. RED has a powerful effect on the assertiveness and aggressiveness of everyone.

In Eastern cultures such as China, RED is a powerful color and is typically used as a color for good luck. Brides traditionally wear RED instead of white, and RED envelopes with money are typically given as gifts to the children in celebration of Chinese New Year. Putting money in a RED envelope cleanses the money of negativity and gives the receiver happiness, according to Feng Shui.

Thanks for stopping by the farmhouse for a visit today! We love having company.

Au revoir,

photo credits: Big Boy Restaurant, Flickr.com, google search

Dear Friends...THIS is why I BLOG...

Bonjour from Campagne Maison

As we progress into 2012, I want to thank you for your educational e-mails over the past year. I am totally screwed up now and have little chance of recovery.

I can no longer open a bathroom door without using a paper towel, nor let the waitress put lemon slices in my ice water without worrying about the bacteria on the lemon peel.

I can't sit down on a hotel bedspread because I can only imagine what has happened on it since it was last washed.

I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been driving because the number one pastime while driving alone is picking one's nose.

Eating a little snack sends me on a guilt trip because I can only imagine how many gallons of trans fats I have consumed over the years.

I can't touch any woman's handbag for fear she has placed it on the floor of a public toilet.

I MUST SEND MY SPECIAL THANKS by email now that  rat poo is in the glue on envelopes making it necessary to use a wet sponge with every envelope that needs sealing. ALSO, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.

I can't have a drink in a bar because I fear I'll wake up in a bathtub full of ice with my kidneys gone.

I can't eat at KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes, feet or feathers.

I can't use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.

THANKS TO YOU I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.

BECAUSE OF YOUR CONCERN, I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.

I no longer buy fuel without taking someone along to watch the car, so a serial killer doesn't crawl in my back seat when I'm filling up.

I no longer use Cling Wrap in the microwave because it causes seven different types of cancer.

AND THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW I can't boil a cup of water in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face, disfiguring me for life.

I no longer go to the cinema because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS when I sit down.

I no longer go to shopping centers because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.

And I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a huge phone bill with calls to Jamaica , Uganda , Singapore and Uzbekistan .

THANKS TO YOU I can't use any one's toilet but mine because a big black snake could be lurking under the seat and cause me instant death when it bites my butt.

AND THANKS TO YOUR GREAT ADVICE I can't ever pick up a dime coin dropped in the car park because it was probably placed there by a sex molester waiting to grab me as I bend over.

I can't do any gardening because I'm afraid I'll get bitten by the Violin Spider and my hand will fall off.

If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 p.m. tomorrow afternoon, and the fleas from 120 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor’s ex mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's best friend's beautician . .

Oh, and by the way..... A German scientist from Argentina , after a lengthy study, has discovered that people with insufficient brain activity read their e-mails with their hand on the mouse. Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late.

P. S. I now keep my toothbrush in the living room, because I was told by e-mail that water splashes over 6 ft. out of the toilet.

AND, YES...I received every bit of this information via email!!

Thanks for stopping by the farmhouse for a visit today! We love having company.

Au revoir,

Bonne Annee from Campagne Maison

Bonjour et Bonne Annee from Campagne Maison

I am sharing great news with all of you today! "The Parisienne Farmgirl" is launching an online quarterly magazine that will debut in April 2012. She is super excited about this announcement and is hosting a very, very generous give-away for everyone to enter. Please hurry on over to her blog for all the details and for sign up information!

http://www.parisiennefarmgirl.com/

Be sure to subscribe to the magazine. I did and I am super excited and eagerly awaiting the first issue!!

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Our humble little farmhouse is situated about five miles off interstate Hwy 75, in the beautiful Sweetwater Valley of East TN. Almost exactly midway between Knoxville and Chattanooga, downtown Sweetwater oozes with history and features many antique and specialty shops nestled alongside family owned and operated businesses. As a former Main Street director, I can attest that this town is the epitome of what the National Trust for Historic Preservation's Main Street REhabilitation program stands for!

No, my cottage is not a French chateau and to my knowlege, has no history of French heritage. In fact, she sits 4300 miles from the French countryside, built from lumber that was hewn by hand, on-sight, from trees that were cleared from the hillside almost 100 years ago. She has housed several  families and undergone several REnovations--some good, some bad! But she is filled with a history of hard working people who raised their families to have strong work ethics, strict morals and a desire to contribute to the growth of their community and to society. They desired what I--like you, desire--a home that bids all to enter, "sit a spell", and put a great distance from the hustle and bustle of  LIFE!

Even though it meant selling our home and RElocating over 400 miles away from our children, grandchildren, and friends, we felt compelled and destined to become the caretakers of this property. I knew immediately that she was to become our home in the country, our "Campagne Maison".  I just knew, that I knew, that I knew!!  Even though health issues and budget constraints are making our progress slower than we initially expected,  it is still a "good" satisfying progress. Besides, our work, like life, is going to always be a work in-progress!

As I continue to share my REmodeling adventures with many of you this coming year, I look forward to seeing what inspirations that I receive from reading your blogs and hope that I return a few to you as well! 

Thanks for stopping by the farmhouse for a visit today! We love having company.

Au revoir,

Size Does Not Matter

It's not the size of the tree or the number of gifts under it that really matters ....

TRUE STORY:

I am the 5th of 9 children. Needless to say, my mother was a real "stay-at-home" mom! My father always worked but was an alcoholic, so many times money was "nil or non". The local "Goodfellows" supplied what Christmas gifts that we received most years. They "magically" appeared on Christmas Eve--yes, Virginia...there is a Santa Claus.  The only Christmas that I have any memory of  as a child growing up was about the time we had a real Charlie Brown Christmas tree.

My younger sister and I were walking back home from visiting a friend when we passed a house that had REAL Christmas tree limbs piled up by the curbside. I assume they had to be trimmed off due to their size because they were fairly large branches. I picked up the biggest one from the bunch and my sister and I carried it home where we put it in a Mason fruit jar and made paper chains and ornaments for decorations. 

I don't remember the gifts that were found under that wonderful little tree that Christmas morning or what we had to eat for Christmas dinner that day or anything else about Christmas that year. I just remember the JOY of finding that tree branch and the beautiful tree that me and my sister decorated that year.

You see, for me Christmas isn't about the presents OR about the tree. It's about the JOY of knowing that God has given ME/US the greatest gift of all time...
 

  our Saviour

God Bless and Joyeux Noel from Campagne Maison

 



Peace, Love and Haiven's 12th

Bonjour from Campagne Maison

One of the things that we did on our recent trip back to AR was to help Haiven celebrate her 12th birthday. She is my "hippie" ANYTHING WITH A PEACE SIGN  loving grandchild.



P-E-A-C-E



12 Candles



Making a wish!



 How did this happen....nails that match the icing colors on the birthday cake (and this was coincidental)

Haiven celebrated her party at the home of her other grandparents in Wilson, AR. They were gracious to allow us to co-spoil her the remainder of the time we were there.

 Thanks Gary and June!! 

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Au revoir,

In Them Old Cotton Fields Back Home

Bonjour from Campagne Maison

etched somewhere along a turn-row off US Hwy 61 South, in Osceola, AR, you may find this...

KBW + ESW

.....sentiments from a big brother to a little sister....

enjoying an afternoon of fun family photos

making more memories with our Mamaw

who is tickled pink

to be walking in high cotton

where old times there are not forgotten

In them old cotton fields back home!

Thanks for stopping by the farmhouse for a visit today! We love having company.

Au revoir,

100 years

Bonjour from Campagne Maison

TODAY would be my father's 100th Birthday...WOW

Voy Rivers Gillentine--(the cute little boy standing)

Daddy was the eldest son of eight children born to John and Hassie in Itawama County, MS on October 21, 1911. He led a colorful life and people were drawn to him by his magnetic personality.


By trade, Daddy was a mechanic. If it had a motor, my daddy could fix it. Some people wouldn't let anyone but him work on their automobiles. He also owned and operated a wrecker service and dabbled with used car sales.








Daddy loved to fish off the banks of the Mississippi River. One time he made news in the local paper for catching a 40 lb catfish on a 30 lb test line.

He loved to play Tonk and Dominoes and was very skilled at the games.

I've seen him counting money poured from a brown paper bag--winnings from the "skills" of his preferred art form, on--well, let's just say MORE than one occasion.

You couldn't make coffee too strong for him to drink and he chain-smoked unfiltered Camel cigarettes. He always gave us kids the pennies that came in the cigarette packages, which was always a real treat for us. He could be found sitting at the kitchen table EVERY morning at 4 a.m., drinking his coffee and smoking his cigarettes.

Daddy worked hard, played hard, and fought many demons during his lifetime. Somehow he always managed to survive them all.

He married my mom 1938 and they were married 43 years at the time of his death. Their union produced nine children, all of which are alive today. Each of us carry at least one of his traits and albeit, he was taken from us too soon, we are constantly reminded of him when we see those traits in each other's lives. Although Daddy didn't leave us wealthy upon his passing, he left us rich with memories of him enough to last our lifetime. And for that, we are wealthy beyond measure!

I love you Daddy. Happy Birthday.....I miss you so much!

Thanks for stopping by the farmhouse for a visit today. This is a milestone for me...my 200th post!

Au Revoir,

Over the hills to Grandmother's House

Bonjour from Campagne Maison

Bonjour! My name is Haiven Brooke Wells. I am 11.9 years old and next month, I'll be in 6th grade. I am spending a couple of weeks with my Mamaw Jacque. I like to write stories so I am blogging for her today.

Mamaw says that "I" am the rose in HER garden! She also told me that I should ALWAYS take time to stop and smell a rose every chance I get. Sounds silly to me but they do smell pretty good!

My Mamaw says that I am HER VS Model. I always laugh and then "strike a few poses" for her. Anything for my Mamaw 'cause she LOVES me and I love her.

I've been learning alot about life on a farm. I want to be a Veterinarian some day. I didn't know that cows liked to eat apples! My cousin Kaleb has spoiled "Mama cow" and when I come outside, she heads toward the fence and begs me for apples! My Papaw helps me feed her because I am kinda scared--she is so big and her mouth is always full of slobber. OMG..Mamaw told me that a cows tongue feels like SANDPAPER and that some people like to cook them and eat them!

One day we went to Duck Park in downtown Sweetwater, TN. I enjoyed feeding all the ducks. When you take time to smell the roses it makes you have a pretty fun day!

It has rained almost every day since I've been here. I spend alot of time sitting around and waiting for it to stop because then, I get to go swimming.

One day, Mamaw let me go out and play in the rain. She always lets me have fun but mostly, I think she just likes taking photos of me.



My Papaw had his birthday on Sunday. Me and Mamaw surprised him with a Red Velvet cake--and old fashioned vanilla MAYFIELD ice cream. That's HIS favorite! Mamaw said Papaw is getting old but she is getting younger. That must be true because she let me polish her toenails with silver glitter nail polish! She kinda ROCKS!

Uh, oh...."YES Grandma...VS models DO eat cake and ice cream"!!

My cousin Kaleb told me that I had to go to the Titanic museum. He was right--that iceberg and 28 degree water was AWESOME! I felt really sad when I found out how many people died because there weren't enough life boats. Me and Mamaw placed a rose petal in the memorial that will be placed in the exact location of the ship wreck on April 12, 2012. This is a special ROSE PETAL tribute to honor all the people that lost their lives in the tragedy.

It finally stopped raining long enough for me to enjoy some fun time at the pool. My Mamaw said that it looked like I was "walking on the water" in this picture. I am sure that she THINKS I do!

One day, we went to the Amish community and got some corn, tomatoes, and peaches. Everything sure tasted good after Mamaw cleaned it. She said that corn has silk but I never saw any! We also took a trip down to the Sweetwater Flea Market but I soon got tired of walking--THAT place is huge.

Don't tell my Papaw but one day when me and Mamaw went shopping, we ate at HIS favorite Chinese restaurant. I ate alot of Sushi. Me and my daddy love Sushi but every time I asked Mamaw to taste of it, she made an ugly face. I reminded her about smelling the roses but she never would try any!

My Mamaw has way too much laundry to catch up on and is way behind on her normal housework routine, but she says that she has plenty of time to do that after I go home. I think she thinks that pretty soon I will be too "grown up" to play with her but she is wrong.

I always have fun with her!!

Thanks for stopping by the farmhouse for a visit today. WE love having company!

Au revoir!

Beastiest

Bonjour from Campagne Maison

Call of Duty: Campagne Maison-Mission I

My grandson, Kaleb, is spending a couple of weeks with us this summer. Needless to say, he is a very active 12 year old with an imagination outta this world! Not only is he very skilled at all of the Call of Duty war games, he writes his own case scenarios. Best part is, I am an Army nurse and a very important character in his current novel. I'd say that makes me the "beastiest" thing alive!

"beast'iest" (adj) Of, pertaining to, or like-- better than the best, way over the top, cooler than cool, badder than Leroy Brown

Thanks for stopping by the farmhouse for a visit today. We love having company!

Au revoir,

When the Battle's Over

Bonjour from Campagne Maison

(note the crown atop her head)

A circular piece of the rusty arbor fell off during the winter months and I noticed that the DH was inspired to use his creative eye at design...not bad for a beginner!

The first thought that entered my mind when I saw that he had made a crown for my Angel was the gospel song by Isaac Watts...

"Must I be carried to the skies on flow'ry beds of ease,

while others fought to win the prize, and sailed thro' bloody seas?

Sure I must fight if I would reign, Increase my courage Lord,

I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, supported by Thy word.

..And when the Battle's over we shall wear a crown,

Yes, we shall wear a crown....."

Thanks for stopping by the farmhouse for a visit today. We love having company!

Au revoir,

THE Ring

Bonjour from Campagne Maison

Replica of Princess Diana's, and now Catherine, The Duchess of Cambridge, wedding ring

In 1981, I purchased this replica via mail order advertisement found in a local newspaper. I wore it for awhile then retired it to my jewelry box where it has remained all these years. I suspect that is why it is still in pretty good shape!

In celebration of the Royal Wedding, I thought I would wear it--along with my tiara, whilst sipping tea and watching all the wedding festivities on the tellie. (It is officially 4 a.m. April 29, 2011 and I am starting the celebration in grand American Tradition first--Coffee and donuts.....)

Thanks for stopping by the farmhouse for a visit today. We love having company!

Au revoir,

Name Above All Names

Bonjour from Campagne Maison

J E S U S

Name above all names,

Beautiful Saviour, Glorious Lord...

Emmanuel,God is with us,

Blessed Redeemer...

Living Word

El Shaddai

A local farmer planted this across the side of a hill down the road from the farmhouse. I could not get a bird's eye-view perspective for the picture but its impact is truly amazing! How appropriate for this Easter season.

"From the rising of the sun until the going down of the same, the Lord's name is to be praised" Psalms 113:3

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Au revoir

Finding Jimmy Hoffa and Bret Michaels

Bonjour from Campagne Maison

Bret Michaels 2010 'Custom Built Tour' continues to break attendance records, selling out cities from coast to coast all across America. The concert tour is in extremely high demand, with shows selling out in a matter of minutes after going on sale. Bret Michaels' Custom Built Tour recently played to a record setting crowd of 70,000+ people in Boise, ID.

NEW tour dates have been added for cities in Arkansas, Washington State, Mississippi, Texas & back to back nights in Minnesota.

Headlining for Bret's September 16th show in Fayetteville, AR will be this group, Finding Jimmy Hoffa...

Shawn Hoffa, James Hoffa, Jeremey Hoffa, Joey Hoffa, Chet Hoffa, Jason Hoffa

Named the "Godfathers of Southern Grunge" by a local entertainment firm and their fan base, Finding Jimmy Hoffa is well known in their community for combining many hard rock influences ranging from Clutch to Deftones, with deep roots in southern soil, creating their unique musical style. In their infancy, Finding Jimmy Hoffa was asked to perform the following summer at the Osceola Music Festival in their hometown of Osceola, AR, where they opened for Black Oak Arkansas, Jim Dandy, and Buddy Jewel to a large enthusiastic audience.

This kind of response to their original sound gave the band inspiration to record a self produced 5-song EP titled “What Would You Do” which was recorded at Dream Maker Productions. Later that year, the band was on a local radio program when they caught the ears of Massey Records President David Vanlandingham. Soon after, Finding Jimmy Hoffa was a member of Massey Records and in the studio recording their upcoming album “Southern Hospitality”. Produced by Mike Bailey, Finding Jimmy Hoffa was able to create a hard rock southern grunge feel that they felt captured their sound. "Southern Hospitality" is now available online and selected store.

These boys love their music and have worked for years developing their own unique style. I am proud to be the mother of Jeremey, an original Mississippi County Mafia band member.

Thanks for stopping by the farmhouse for a visit today. We love having company.

Au revoir,

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Yesterday When I Was Young

Bonjour from Campagne Maison

my mom...Sylvia

"Yesterday When I Was Young"

My family was fortunate to have another REunion here at the farm on Father's Day weekend. Our father, Voy Rivers, passed away on March 1, 1981--29 years ago--but his memory REmains with us and his life will always be celebrated as long as there is breath in any of us. As I was looking at literally hundreds of photos that were taken over the four days that we had together as a family, to REunite and REminisce, I was touched to REcall the many blessings that the union between my father and my mother has brought to each of us. The greatest of all these are our children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren.

My mother, Sylvia, celebrated her 88th birthday on Friday, July 2. Although her many trials in life have become a broken REcord to us, she none-the-less brings joy and happiness to us on a daily basis. I think you will agree that she looks amazing for her age. She started married life the early age of 15 1/2 and birthed all nine of her children at home!

This week I would like to share a few of the pictures taken during our REunion. I found myself looking into the faces of a few of my siblings via their children and grandchildren, as well as my own. The strong German jaw line, high Choctaw cheekbones, Irish red hair, and the large eyes, strong brow and nose of the French. We've been blessed with two more new additions to the family this year and there are two more in the oven!

Memphis

Jace

Ethan and Amelia

"Yesterday when I was young

The taste of love was sweet as rain upon my tongue;

I teased at life as if it were a foolish game

The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame"

Madison

Maggie and Hayden

"The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned--

I always built to last on weak and shifting sand;

I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day,

And only now I see how the years ran away"

Owen

Boston

"Yesterday when I was young,

So many happy songs were waiting to be sung,

So many wayward pleasures lay in store for me,

And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see"

Parker

Conner

"I ran so fast that time and youth, at last, ran out,

I never stopped to think what life was all about;

And ev'ry conversation I can now recall

Concerned itself with me, and nothing else at all"

Evan

Haiven

"Yesterday the moon was blue,

And ev'ry crazy day brought something new to do,

I used my magic age as if it were a wand,

And never saw the waste and emptiness beyond"

Kaleb

Mya

"The game of love I played with arrogance and pride,

And ev'ry flame I lit too quickly, quickly died;

The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away

And only I am left on stage to end the play"

Josiah

Sylvia

"There are so many songs in me that won't be sung,

I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue;

The time has come for me to pay for yesterday

When I was young"

I will be linking this post up with Jenny's Alphabe-Thursday. On Thursday, please grab her button on my sidebar and head on over to class. I'm sure there will be LOTS of "Y" 's in class!

Thanks for stopping by the farmhouse for a visit today. We love having company.

Au revoir,

"Yesterday When I Was Young" sung by Johnny Mathis

photo credits: Voy Gillentine