Aunt Gabby's Poems & Stories
Aunt Gabby's writing career started as a columnist with the "Boro Chronicle" in 1977.
The Boro Chronicle was the monthly newspaper of the Westfield Boro Elementary School.
Aunt Gabby then began writing stories and poems for the paper.
She also sponsored school wide activities such as the "Munch Your Lunch" campaign,
the annual Snowflake contest, the annual spelling bee, and poetry contests among others
In 1989 a new school was built and Aunt Gabby continued writing for the W.A.E.S. Chronicle
of the new Westfield Area Elementary School.

Starting in 2000, some of Aunt Gabby's stories, poems and articles were submitted to children's magazines.  Several have been accepted and have begun to appear in various publications.
Here are a some of Aunt Gabby's writings.  She hopes you enjoy them.
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Aunt Gabby's 2007 Library Rap> Get a Clue at the Library

Read Across America / Dr. Seuss Day 2006-07> My Name is Sam

Woodhull Community Day 2005>  At the Woodhull Community Day

Tionesta Indian Festival 2005> Tionesta Indian Festival Rap

Fourth of July 2005>  Independence Day Rap

2005 Library Show Rap Song> Dragons, and Wizards, and Jesters! Oh My!

A Fond Farewell to Pastor Natalya and Paul Cherry 06/12/05>  A Fond Farewell to Pastor Natalya and Paul


 










     Danny Franklin wants to be a Ventriloquist in >    Which One's the Dummy

     Help Aunt Gabby Illustrate These Poems>   The Library Rap     I Wish I Were

     Help Aunt Gabby Illustrate These Poems>Isaac Newton and his Laws of Motion
 
 



    I Love to Read the StoriesBow Tie GiraffeWhile Sitting in an Apple TreeIn An Apple Tree

      First Love Gone ByFirst Love... Help!    The "Sowing God's Seeds" Rap

Celebrating the 25th Anniversary Of the Yoked Churches in Knoxville 2005The Yoked Churches Rap

The History Of the Lions Clubs International Lions Serve Rap

The History of the National Honor Society The National Honor Society Rap

The History of the Tioga County Fair At the Fair Rap

The History of the Blossburg Coal Festival The Annual Blossburg Coal Festival Rap

The History of the St. Paul's United Church of Christ  The Red Brick Church - 100 Years Rap

To enjoy other stories, poems, or articles by Aunt Gabby Check out...

"Big Buck - Face to Face" in Kids' Highway May, 2001 issue
"The Racing Spool" in Boys' Quest Apr/May 2002  Racing Issue
"The Language of Dots and Dashes" in Fun For KIDZ Sept. 2003 Communication Issue
"Communication Rap" in Fun For KIDZ Sept. 2003 Communication Issue
"The Official Rules for Backyard Baseball" in Boys' Quest June 2005 Baseball Issue

Articles by Bruce D. Weaver...

"Trash Tactics" Creative Classroom March/April 2001
"Amateur Radio Brought History to Life" CQ Amateur Radio An upcoming issue TBA
"The Magic of Amateur Radio in the Classroom" Teaching PreK-8 January 2003

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     While Sitting in an Apple Tree
                           (A poem of the 60's)
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     Looking at the world while sitting in an apple tree,
     Laughing at the people while sitting in security,
     Is the fool with his mind all muddled with the facts of life.
     And he dissects all the world into parts with a copper knife.

     Can’t you see?  He is me. Can’t you see?  He is you
     Can’t you see?  He is we.  We’re all together.
     We’re all the same just our thoughts make the difference.
     There’s nothing we can do to change our existence.
     'Cause you can’t change the world while sitting in an apple tree.

     On the corner is a boy who is puffing on a cigarette.
     He has his arm around a girl who has his ring hung around her neck.
     They look at each other with dove-ish eyes, exchange tender glances and loving sighs,
     And they say to each other, “This is love.”

     Can’t you see?  They are me.  Can’t you see?  They are you.
     Can’t you see?  They are we.  We’re all together.
     We’re all the same just our thoughts make the difference.
     There’s nothing we can do to change our existence.
     'Cause you can’t change the world while sitting in an apple tree.

     We all live together in this world alone
     And there’s nothing we can do to change the tone
     Of the life we lead or the way we feel.
     For nothing we do is ever real….it’s a dream.

     Can’t you see?  You are me.  Can’t you see?  We are we.
     Can't you see?  Can't you see?  We're all together.
     No, we can’t change the world by sitting on our thoughts
     And we can’t find the peace that men have sought.
     'Cause you can’t change nothing while sitting in an apple tree.
         Copyright © By Bruce D. Weaver 2000
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First Love Gone By
          by Aunt Gabby

First Love gone by,
Why should I lie,
    And say I loved you not?
For in my youth,
It is the truth,
    It was your love I sought.

First love gone by
I can't deny,
    My love for you was great,
But your love I see,
Was not for me,
    That was to be our fate.

It broke my heart
When our paths did part.
    You took a course from me.
It took some time,
But we're both fine.
    I think you will agree.

We were so young,
Still we had fun.
    All was not lost you see.
So when we meet
On Heaven’s street
    First Love, remember me.
Copyright © By Bruce D. Weaver 2000

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Help!
by Aunt Gabby

I took a walk on a dreary day.
I came upon a dark cave.
I heard weeping and groaning and laughing.

"What's the matter," I asked.
There was no answer from within.
"Hello," I said.

Silence, dead silence...

"Can I help you?" I inquired.
The silence was so loud it hurt my ears.
"Do you need help?"

"i need no help from outside"

"Why?" I asked.

Again, silence.

"I would like to help you.
Come out so I can help you."

"i can't come out
the light hurts my eyes"

"Keep your eyes closed then."

"they are"

I went in to help.
It was dark.  I struck a match.

to my surprise i found
the voice was me
and we were both
afraid to go out

Copyright © 2000 By Bruce D. Weaver

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I Love to Read the Stories
By Aunt Gabby
Illustrated by Kids Who Attended the Tioga County Libraries' Summer Reading Programs
Kids Who Love to Read and Listen to Stories.
Bow Tie Giraffe20 ft. Giraffe

GiraffeGiraffec
I love to read the stories
That make me grin and laugh.
Like “How to Put a Necktie
On a Twenty foot Giraffe”.
 
 
 
 
 
 

By Tori B. Age 6Giraffe20 Foot GiraffeBy Karen E Age 10
 

Awake All Night
I like to read the monster tales
That make me jump with fright.
But if they are too scary,
I’ll be awake all night.
Awake All NightAwake all NightBy Karen E. Age 10

SailingSailing
I read to solve the riddles
Found in those mysteries,
And thrill to the adventures
Of sailing on the seas.
SailingSailing
 

Castle

Dragon
I’ve read about dark castles
With dragons in the way,
Of knights in shining armor
Who come to save the day.
 
 

CastleDragon

I also read the fables,
Which teach what’s right and wrong,
And how to work together
And how to get along.
 

PlacesNew Places
When I read a fantasy,
I visit strange new places.
I meet new friends and creatures
With lots of different faces.
Creature
By Stephanie H. Age 11

Dentures
Yes, I love to read all kinds of stories
From mysteries to adventures.
I even read one yesterday called
“Uncle Edward’s Dentures.”
 
 
 

But the kind I love to read the most,
Even more than those with laughter,
Are the ones that end so often in,
“…lived happily ever after”.
         Copyright © 2002 By Bruce D. Weaver
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Help Aunt Gabby Illustrate Her Poem!
Pick a line from the poem below and draw a picture about it on plain white paper. Be sure to color your picture.  Send your picture(s) to:
Aunt Gabby
c/o Bruce Weaver and Friends
PO Box 147
Knoxville, PA 16928
Please include your name, age, and address on the back.
Send several if you like.  Aunt Gabby will send you a card to let you know if any of your pictures have been chosen to be included with the poem.

I Wish I Were
By Aunt Gabby

I wish I were a little frog,
That started as a pollywog.
If I were I'd swim all day
And in the pond I'd always stay.

I'd make noises with my throat
And always wear a bright green coat.
Frogs live a different life from us,
By going through a metamorphosis.

They sit around and eat live flies.
I guess I'd rather eat apple pies.
I've changed my mind, instead of a frog,
I think I'd rather be a dog.

A dog is known as man’s best friend.
And his best friend, he will defend.
A little pup in the yard all day,
Never does anything, but romp and play.

Dogs, however, eat Purina Chow.
I didn't want to be a dog anyhow.
I've changed my mind again, I guess.
I think I'll be a flying pest.

A mosquito might be fun to try.
Winging around in the summer sky.
But to people a mosquito is not very friendly.
It spreads disease and is their enemy.

Again I'll have to change my mind,
Because to people I will be kind.
I'll be what I am and not what I'm not.
This little daydream has taught me a lot.

I'll do my best in whatever I do,
And never quit until it's through.
I'll be the best of what I am.
And with Gods help I know I can.
Copyright © 2002 By Bruce D. Weaver
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Help Aunt Gabby Illustrate Her Rap!
Pick a line from the rap below and draw a picture about it on plain white paper. Be sure to color your picture.  Send your picture(s) to:
Aunt Gabby
c/o Bruce Weaver and Friends
PO Box 147
Knoxville, PA 16928
Please include your name, age, and address on the back.
Send several if you like.  Aunt Gabby will send you a card to let you know if any of your pictures have been chosen to be included with the poem.

The Library Rap
by Aunt Gabby

Check it out!  Get in the game.

Check it out!  Get in the game.


Summer's here and school is through, but you can't find enough to do?
The answer's very clear, you see, get in the game at the library!
If sports are what you like to read, you'll find a book for every need.
Searching for some home run facts?  You'll find them in an almanac.

Check it out!  Get in the game.

You want to play outside all day, but those rain clouds won't go away.
Well, there's no need to make a scene.  Check out a Highlights Magazine.
There's jokes and riddles, mazes, too.  It's full of things for you to do.
So call a friend and have some fun.  Get in a game without the sun.

Check it out!  Get in the game.

You want a different game you say?  Well there's no need to run away.
The library has information about the games in every nation.
Cricket, soccer, rugby, too, and dominos to name a few.
Get in the game and you'll agree it's fun to go to the library.

Check it out!  Get in the game.

Don't sit at home and waste away.  Get in the game and read today.
Find a new game that you can try, before the summer rushes by!

 

Check it out!  Get in the game!
Check it out!  Get in the game!
Check it out!  Get in the game!
Copyright © 2003 by Bruce D. Weaver
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Help Aunt Gabby Illustrate Her Poem!
Pick a line from the poem below and draw a picture about it on plain white paper. Be sure to color your picture.  Send your picture(s) to:
Aunt Gabby
c/o Bruce Weaver and Friends
PO Box 147
Knoxville, PA 16928
Please include your name, age, and address on the back.
Send several if you like.  Aunt Gabby will send you a card to let you know if any of your pictures have been chosen to be included with the poem.

Isaac Newton and his Laws of Motion
(Made more complicated)
By Aunt Gabby

Underneath an apple tree
Sat a lad of twenty-three.
An apple fell and struck close by
Causing him to wonder why.

He took his time; he didn't guess;
He put his notion to the test,
And after careful observation,
He announced his declaration.

Universal gravitation,
Isaac Newton's explanation,
States all objects do attract,
Both large and small, it is a fact.

Though most discount the apple tale,
Sir Isaac's law will never fail.
Throw a rock into the air.
It will come back to earth somewhere.

Still other thoughts did ponder he.
Before too long he noted three.
His Laws of Motion got attention.
Some agreement; some dissension.

Newton's First Law, clearly stated,
Shows how movement is dictated.
Objects in motion stay that way
Till other forces make them stray.

Things at rest will be quite stubborn.
Inertia will try to govern
An object's pace and its position.
To keep things constant is its mission.

Consider this, before you doubt it,
Moon and earth know all about it.
Inertia and gravity
Keep them together.  Don't you see?

The moon through space does try to fly,
But gravity's the reason why
It orbits earth going round and round.
With balanced forces they are bound.

Newton's Law named Number Two
Has much importance this is true.
The cause of all acceleration
Is outside force and altercation.

A change of motion needs a nudge
So force and mass will be the judge
Of where and how an object moves
This second law of motion proves.

With knowledge of acceleration,
When aided by anticipation,
We can alter something's movement
And with control cause an improvement.

Some time ago George Herman Ruth
Applied this law; revealed its truth.
With wooden bat he made his mark
Propelling balls outside the park.

And now we come to Number Three,
No less important you'll agree.
For every force that is applied
An opposite won't be denied.

The action force is first to happen
Followed by a quick reaction
Though equal forces don't forget,
Reaction force goes opposite.

This law explains how we can fly
In large jet planes across the sky.
And when we're rowing with an oar
We can go farther out from shore.

And there you have the Laws of Motion.
There is no need of great commotion.
They've stood the test of time it's true.
They can't be argued, not by you.

Isaac is famous, but there is another.
Maybe I'll mention his younger brother.
He was a Newton that also was big.
I'm sure that you know him.  His name was Fig.
Copyright © 2003 by Bruce D. Weaver
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WHICH ONE’S THE DUMMY?
by
Aunt Gabby


 










    “Hey, Franklin!  You still planning on playing with dolls for the talent show?”

    It was a familiar voice.  I knew who it was even before I saw the orange curly hair and sinister smile. George was always calling me by my last name and always giving me a hard time. I didn't need him annoying me about the talent show. It would be my first time in front of a real audience. I was nervous enough.

    “George,” I sighed, “I’ve told you before, Edgar J. Woodley is a ventriloquist puppet, not a doll.  He’s a life-like figure that I animate.”

     “Have you figured out which one's the dummy, yet?”  George quipped as he loomed over me.

    The comment was greeted by chuckles from a gathering playground audience.
I felt my face heating up.  I wanted to explode, but that wouldn’t help. Being the shortest one in class, I was used to these battles of words.

    “George, that’s an old joke. You need some new material,” I replied as I turned and walked away.

    “You’re the one that needs new material,” he shouted as I picked up my pace.  “I’m going to be sitting in the front row with my old joke.”

    George was just one of my worries.  The talent show was only a week away.  I had new material.  I had good new material.  I even had it memorized.  What I didn’t have was talent.

    “Danny, wait!” Sally ran to catch up.  “Why didn’t you zing him with one of your great comebacks?”

    “I’m trying not to do that anymore. It only makes him angry.  Besides, I’ve got another problem.  I still can’t say labials properly.”

“Say what?” she puzzled as she pushed her glasses higher on her nose.

“Labials- tones that are uttered with the participation of one or both lips,” I chanted.

    “Okay!  You don’t have to quote from your book on ventriloquism.  I remember.  Words with B, F, M, P, V, and W.  I thought you rewrote your material so there wouldn’t be any.”

    “It was harder than I thought.  I couldn’t change all of them.  The jokes weren’t making any sense.”

    “So what if your lips move?  I’ve seen old movies of Edgar Bergen with his dummy, Charlie McCarthy.  Bergen’s lips moved all the time,” Sally pointed out.

    “Mr. Bergen made Charlie seem alive with personality; with body and head movements.  No one noticed or cared about lip movement.  He was a master of animation.  And please don’t call Charlie a dummy.  Call him a puppet or a friend, but he’s no dummy,” I politely reminded her.

    “Okay!  Okay!  You’re too sensitive.  You need to relax and have fun.  If you can’t enjoy what you’re doing, how can you expect the audience to enjoy it?”

    She made a good point.  The first chapter in my book had said, “Have fun.”  I decided to try and lighten up.

    I went straight to my room when I got home.  Edgar was waiting for me. He was a birthday gift from my uncle, a master woodworker.  His head was carved from basswood just like a professional figure and his mouth curved into a mischievous smile. I picked him up.

    Edgar:  You’re late!  We need to kractice your lagials.

    Ventriloquists sometimes substitute similar sounding letters for the labials.  There’s different ways to do it.  I use a hard “g” as in get for “b”, a “k” for “p”, and an “ng” sound for “m”.

     Me:  I had to deal with George again.

     Edgar:  Did he use the old “Which one’s the dungy” joke?

    Me:  You don’t say that very well.

    Edgar:  That’s gecause you need to kractice.

    We continued practicing in front of the mirror.  I reviewed the lesson on labials, especially the part about thinking of the real letters you are trying to form, not the substitute letters.  Finally, Edgar started to talk a little clearer.

    Me:  You did very well tonight.

    Edgar:  Thanks.  You did, too.

    Me:  Now what are we going to do about George?

    Edgar:  Ngagee you should have him gee part oth the act.  He’d make a great dungy.

    Sometimes when I practice with Edgar I do my best thinking.  I don’t know why.  Maybe two heads are better than one even if they use the same brain.  Edgar had given me an idea.
I reread the section about hecklers, people who disrupt a performance.  I wanted to be ready for George.

    The night of the talent show I was shaking so badly that Edgar’s mouth was moving even when he wasn’t speaking. To make matters worse I was scheduled to be the last act.  Edgar and I were pacing backstage.

    “Hey strangers, where have you been?  I haven’t seen you all week,” Sally grumbled.

    “Sorry, Sally, we’ve geen gusy,” apologized Edgar.

    “Rats,” I muttered, “I still can’t make B’s come out right.”

    “Just relax, Danny.  Have fun and Edgar will sound great,” Sally, as usual, knew just what to say.

Our time came.  I carried Edgar to the chair in the center of the stage, propped my foot up, and put Edgar on my knee.  George wasn’t in the front row.  I breathed a sigh of relief.

    Me:  Good evening ladies and gentlemen…

    Edgar:  Don’t forget the cute girls.

    (The audience chuckled.)

    Me:  Hello.

    Edgar: Hi.

    Me:  Who are you?

    Edgar:  Me?

    Me:  Yes, you.

    Edgar:  I’m Edgar.

    Me:  Oh, Edgar?

    Edgar:  Not O’Edgar.

    (Chuckles.)

    Me:  No?

    Edgar:  No, just Edgar.

    Me:  Oh, really?

    Edgar: Not O’Really, either!

    (More chuckles.)

    Me:  Just Edgar.

    Edgar:  Yes.

    Me:  I see.

    Edgar: Who are you?

    Me:  I’m Danny Franklin.

    Suddenly, from far in the back came a familiar voice, “Which one’s the dummy?”

    There were a few giggles as the audience turned to see who had said it.  No one seemed to know for sure.  Quickly, everyone’s attention, including Edgar’s, was focused on me.  I felt my palms sweating, my lips quivering, and my mouth drying up.

    Then, Edgar turned to the back row, “Wow!  I guess there’s two dummies here.  Who’s pulling your string?”

    The audience broke into laughter and then applause.  Edgar and I had a good laugh, too.  At last, I was having fun and so was everyone else.  The rest of the routine went great.  I suppose it was because I had stopped worrying about my lips moving.

    I was thrilled when they announced we had won second place.  Edgar was pleased, too.  Sally said we should have won first.  She always knows what to say.

    George came backstage as I was preparing to put Edgar into his suitcase.

    “I don’t understand how a person who plays with dolls can win second place in a talent show,” he sneered.

    I rolled my eyes.

     “My mom sent me back here to apologize for interrupting your act,” George reluctantly admitted.

    “That’s ok.  It got me my biggest laugh.  Does this mean you won’t be picking on me any more?” I asked hopefully.

    “Oh, I’ll still pick on you.  I just need to think up some new material,” George smiled a somewhat less sinister smile.

    “Quick,” said Edgar, “put me in my case before he gets any new ideas!"
 
 



Copyright © 2001 by Bruce D. Weaver

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The "Sowing God's Seed" Rap
By Aunt Gabby

Volunteer! To Sow God's Seed

Volunteer! To sow God's Seed

God needs lots of volunteers to sow his seed both far and near.
You can help and do your part and Sunday School is where to start.
Invite a friend to come along, to join in learning and a song.
Spread the Good News that's the aim that we are saved in Jesus' name!

Volunteer! To Sow God's Seed

"Be kind to others; forgive a friend," that's the message we should send.
There's lots of ways to plant a seed just look around and find a need.
Help a neighbor, comfort ill, share God's word, or cook a meal.
Use the talents God has given to sow His seed and build His Kingdom

Volunteer!  To Sow God's Seed

Be sure you're planting only good, the kind of seeds that Jesus would.
Plant a bad one and you'll see a lot of negativity.
Try not to judge where you should sow.  For only God will surely know
If hearts are ready to receive the word of God and then believe.

Volunteer!  To sow God's Seed

Don't sit at home and just complain, get off the bench and in God's Game!
Join His team and use your skill to help the church fulfill His will.

Volunteer!  To sow God's Seed
Volunteer!  To Sow God's Seed
Volunteer!  To Sow God's Seed
Copyright © 2003 by Bruce D. Weaver
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The Yoked Churches Rap!
By Aunt Gabby

Work together. To Serve the Lord
Work Together. To Serve the Lord

Years ago in Knoxville Town some church officials were sitting down
To find a way they could agree to join in Christian unity.
They overcame the complications of joining different denominations.
With lots of prayer and many searches, they found a way to yoke the churches.

Work together. To Serve the Lord

Combining talents was the aim to serve the Lord and praise His name;
To make good use of many skills; to share God's Word and do His will;
To plant good seeds and build God’s Kingdom; using gifts the Lord had given.
To comfort others and save lost souls; these were some of the churches' goals.

Work together. To Serve the Lord

Tonight we sit with honored guests, the Baptists and the Methodists.
Though some had wondered, "Would it last?" 25 five years now have passed.
Through floods, storms and some revision, the Yoke continues on its mission.
We pause to thank the Lord above, for his guidance and his love.

Work together. To Serve the Lord

Let's all remember we're not through.  There still is lots of work to do.
So many do not know God's Son, we've really only just begun.

Work together.  To Serve the Lord
Work together. To Serve the Lord
Work together. To Serve the Lord

Copyright © 2003 by Bruce D. Weaver

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Lions Serve
By Aunt Gabby

Lions Serve….Their Community

Years ago in Chicago Town some business leaders were sitting down
To find a way they could agree to help in their community.
Melvin Jones, an insurance man, had for them a simple plan.
Let's use our talents and do some good, by serving others the way we should.

 

Lions Serve….Their Community

The year was nineteen seventeen and something new was just beginning
A Lions Club was born that day and from their motto they did not stray.
Lions serve in their communities by giving of their energies.
They work at projects large and small and always for the good of all.

Lions Serve….Their Community

Then in nineteen twenty-five a new goal came for which to strive.
Helen Keller was a dear lady, she could not hear and could not see,
But she had vision just the same, she challenged the Lions with a brand new aim,
To help the blind and sight-impaired. Their work has been beyond compare.

Lions Serve….Their Community

The Lions got their start that way and still continue to this day.
They find a project that needs attention and start to work without dissension.
Around the world Lions Clubs have grown and all because of Melvin Jones.
And though there still is work to do, the world is better because of you.

Lions Serve….Their Community

Copyright © 2004 by Bruce D. Weaver

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The National Honor Society Rap
by Aunt Gabby

Years ago in Reston town education leaders were sitting down
To find a way they could agree to recognize scholars nationally.
They set some standards that they could use to find the students that they would choose.
They wanted something more, you see, than honoring them academically.

The National Honor Society

The year was 1921 and a new idea had just begun.
The NHS was formed that way and from their goals they do not stray.
To create enthusiasm for education, and foster leaders for this great nation,
To stimulate a desire to serve, and develop character that will not swerve.

The National Honor Society

J. G. Masters was the man who introduced the original plan.
And Edward Rynearson led the way to what the society is today.
The NHS is still going strong.  Thousands of scholars now belong
To this society of America's best students who stand out from the rest.

The National Honor Society

To be selected is an honor that's true.  Your parents and friends are proud of you.
But with selection comes responsibility to lead and serve in your community.

The National Honor Society

The National Honor Society

The National Honor Society

Copyright © 2005 by Bruce D. Weaver

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The County Fair Rap
By Aunt Gabby

At the Fair… Tioga County Fair

At the Fair… Tioga County Fair

Years ago in this county some folks sat down and did agree
To have a fair in Whitneyville as you can see they have it still.
The TCA Association gives the fair its inspiration
It oversees how things are run, making sure you have some fun.

At the Fair... Tioga County Fair

There's horses, dogs, dairy cattle; goats, hogs and leather saddles
Dry goods, canned goods, even fudge, now there's a contest I should judge.
Quilting, knitting, sewing, too, there's lots of things to see and do.
And don't forget the list of shows, the Tractor Pull and the rodeo.

At the Fair… Tioga County Fair

Covert Action, Country Fever, Grass Stained Genes and the White River,
Josh, Jean, and the Valley Boys, there's lot's of music to enjoy.
And Thursday night don't forget there's square dancing with Dean McNett.
This fair has everything it seems, why just last night they crowned a queen.
 

At the Fair… Tioga County Fair

If wreckin' cars is your ambition, you'll sure enjoy the demolition.
And just to make the fair complete, there's lots of food for you to eat.

At the Fair… Tioga County Fair

At the Fair… Tioga County Fair

At the Fair… Tioga County Fair
Copyright © 2004 by Bruce D. Weaver

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The Annual Blossburg Coal Festival Rap
By Aunt Gabby

The Annual Blossburg Coal Festival

Years ago in Blossburg Town, community leaders were sitting down
To find a way they could agree to hold a festival annually.
The year was 1992 and when the discussion was finally through
They announced with anticipation plans for an annual celebration.

The Annual Blossburg Coal Festival

Bernie Tokarz was the man who introduced the original plan.
He mentioned it to Jim Holleman and that is how it all began
To honor ancestors was the goal and the industry of mining coal.
It soon was clear this inspiration would take a lot of cooperation.

The Annual Blossburg Coal Festival

With lots of help from the community the first festival was in '93.
A car show, a carnival, a king and a queen were some of the sights that could be seen.
And Saturday they had a parade, with fire trucks, bands, and floats that were made.
It really was a magnificent event, which received a lot of compliments.

The Annual Blossburg Coal Festival

Now here we are in 2005 and the Coal Festival is still alive.
Still honoring founders and industry of the Blossburg community.

The Annual Blossburg Coal Festival
The Annual Blossburg Coal Festival
The Annual Blossburg Coal Festival
Copyright © 2005 by Bruce D. Weaver

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The Red Brick Church - 100 Years
By Aunt Gabby

Long ago near Wentling's Corners town,
Some church officials were sitting down,
To find a way they could agree
 To build their own facilities.
St. Paul's Lutheran and Reformed Churches
Had done some thinking and some soul searches.
For years they had shared a church of stone.
The time had come to each have their own.

That year was nineteen hundred four.
It was a step of faith for sure.
So with lots of prayer and faith in God,
In nineteen five they turned the sod.
The Reformed Church built a strong foundation
 Of native stone and excavation.
The bricks were laid in many rows
As from the ground a church arose.

After months of work and cooperation,
St. Paul's Reformed Church had a dedication
To lift up prayer to God above
For giving strength and his abiding love.
Many ministers came to speak.
So many, in fact, that it took a whole week
In nineteen six, June twenty-four,
They said good-bye to the Stone Church door.

Through the years this congregation
Has had its share of joyous occasions-
Church services, weddings, confirmations, too,
Baptisms, recitals and Sunday school.
And, though it's had a change in name,
The red brick church is still the same-
A house of worship and of unity,
A vital part of this community.

Now here we are in two thousand five
And St. Paul's Church will again come alive
With joy, excitement, and yes, jubilation -
A One-Hundredth-Year Church Celebration.
A time to look back and to reminisce
With friends and loved ones and folks that we've missed.
It's also a time for rededication
To spreading the Good News throughout every nation.

May God add his blessing to this joyous occasion.

Copyright © 2005 by Bruce D. Weaver

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Dragons and Wizards and Jesters! Oh My!
(A Medieval Rap)
by Aunt Gabby

Dragons and Wizards, and Jesters! Oh My!
Dragons and Wizards, and Jesters! Oh My!

All summer long at the library
They're having a program that you'll want to see.
They've got lots of books and stories to read
About dragons, dreams, and daring deeds

So join in the fun at the library.
Read about life in medieval stories
And knights who try and do succeed
With dragons, dreams, and daring deeds.

Wizards and Kings and Jesters, too,
All of these characters are waiting for you.
I'm sure you will like them they are very good reads
Of dragons, dreams, and daring deeds.

(Instrumental)
I've read about dark castles with dragons in the way.
And knights in shining armor who come to save the day.
Dragons and Wizards and Jesters! Oh My!
Dragons and Wizards and Jesters! Oh My!

Come to the library and see for yourself.
There are lots of adventures on every shelf
 There's unicorn stories that you can read.
And dragons, dreams, and daring deeds

Don't shy away there's lots to do,
Games and crafts to name a few.
So bring a friend to your library.
For dragons, dreams, and daring deeds

Copyright © 2005 by Bruce D. Weaver

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A Fond Farewell to Pastor Natalya and Paul
by Aunt Gabby

Not long ago in 2001,
Natalya Sharp was asked to come
To the Knoxville/Austinburg communities
And fill a pastoral vacancy.

With many prayers and some soul searches
Natalya was appointed to the Yoked Churches.
She arrive after much anticipation
In the midst of a Sesquicentennial Celebration.

"She's a bit young," some may have thought in their head,
But soon they discovered there was nothing to dread.
Pastor Sharp was certainly up to the chore
Of leading the churches and doing much more.

Later that year, on an evening in fall,
Came a man with a ring, the man's name was Paul.
He proposed to Natalya and she did agree,
So in 2002 she became Mrs. Cherry

Together they've worked for the Lord right along,
Using talents for speaking, and praying, and song.
Inspiration and comfort we all have received
With their words of support for whatever the need.

In the years with Natalya these congregations
Have had their share of great celebrations,
Church services, weddings, confirmations, too,
Baptisms, recitals, and Sunday School.
 
 

Through floods and storms and, yes, some revision,
The Yoked Churches continued on their God given mission
Of sharing the Good News with one and with all
Through Natalya's sermons and prayers offered by Paul.

We gather today on a special occasion
To honor Natalya for her ordination.
May God bless her and keep her in His loving care
As she continues His work, this is our prayer.

We also do gather, I'm sorry to say,
To bid a farewell, they're moving away.
How can this be?  It doesn't seem right.
With smiles on our faces now tears we must fight.

But God has a plan, which we must accept.
We don't understand it, at least not quite yet.
Natalya and Paul, a new challenge have they
Leading a new church some distance away.

It's hard to believe that four years have gone by.
When doing God's work, time surely can fly.
We wish you the best Natalya and Paul,
And send you our love from one and from all.

 This isn't an ending, as soon we will see,
It's just new beginnings.  I'm sure you'll agree.

Copyright © 2005 by Bruce D. Weaver

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Tionesta Indian Festival Rap
By Aunt Gabby

Tionesta Indian Festival

Tionesta Indian Festival

Years ago in Tionesta Town community leaders were sitting down
To find a way they could agree to have a festival annually.
The goals they had were very clear - create a festive atmosphere,
Attracting folks from far and near and '63 would be the year!

The Indian Summer Festival was then proclaimed for one and all.
Dinners, picnics, races, too.  Lots of things to see and do.
Indian games, Fishing contests, dancing and an Indian Princess.
Carol Faulkner wore the crown while fun was had all over town.

Tionesta Indian Festival

Tionesta Indian Festival

It took a lot to organize, but folks soon came to realize
The value of this time well spent to create a great event.
It's tradition and the heritage that gets passed on from age to age
That makes a strong community with values that we all can see.

The festival began that way and still continues to this day.
Although there's been a change of name, the basic plan is still the same,
Create a festive atmosphere attracting folks from far and near.
You've been successful that is clear because you've done it forty years.

(Or forty-two depending on how you count.)

Tionesta Indian Festival

Copyright © 2005 by Bruce D. Weaver

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At The Woodhull Community Day
By Aunt Gabby

Years ago in Woodhull Town
Some local folks were sitting down
To find a way they could agree
To celebrate their community.
The goals they had were very clear -
Create a festive atmosphere,
Attracting neighbors far and near,
And do it each and every year.

The year was nineteen ninety-one
When Woodhull Day was first begun.
The Tafts were the first to organize
What folks soon came to realize
Was a special kind of new event
And attending it was time well spent.
It's been successful that is clear,
'Cause it's been held for many years.

Health Center Tests, Blood Donations,
Service Honor Roll Dedication,
Two Parades and a Barbecue,
There's lots of things to see and do.
Wagon Rides, Tractor Pull -
The afternoon is surely full
With entertainment and displays -
What better way to spend a day?

It's the traditions and the heritage
That get passed down from age to age
That makes a strong community
With values that we all can see.
Days like this, you must agree,
Are great to spent with family
And neighbors standing side by side
To celebrate their "Hometown Pride."

At the Woodhull Community Day
Copyright © 2005 by Bruce D. Weaver

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My Name is Sam
By Aunt Gabby

(As performed by Bruce Weaver & Edgar J. Woodley at Galeton Elementary's "Read Across America / Dr. Seuss Day" March 2, 2006)
Don’t call me Edgar, my name is Sam,
Your name’s not Sam. Yes, Sam I am.
Your name has always been Edgar J.
That may be true, but it isn’t today.

Today your not Edgar, you say you are Sam
Now you have got it!  Today, Sam I am.
But how did it happen? How can this be?
It’s all very clear, just listen to me.

Today there’s a special celebration.
Kids everywhere across this great nation
Are reading some stories and giving a cheer
For an American author who was very dear.

Dr. Seuss was his name and I’m sure you’ll agree
He is very famous.  And so, don’t you see?
In honor of him and his literature
I’m pretending today to be a  Seuss character.

So, my name is Sam. Today, Sam I am.
And, I suppose, you’ll be serving some Green Eggs and Ham.
You’re catching on now to what I have done.
Today I’ve decided that I’ll have some fun.

I understand now why you’ve changed you name.
I think that is great, in fact, I’ll do the same.
What Dr. Seuss Character fits me the best.
That won’t take much thought.  It stands out from the rest.

Tell me then, Sam; tell us all who you choose.
 What Dr. Seuss character’s name should I use?
It’s not very hard, in fact, it’s a cinch.
The one that fits you is surely, THE GRINCH!

The Grinch?  The Grinch is the character you’ve chosen for me?
With all due respect I must disagree.
The Grinch was disgusting, the Grinch was all green!
You think I’m a Grinch!  You think that I’m mean!
 

Well, if that’s what you think, then I’ll play the part.
What have I done?  What did I start?
It’s time for you to go sit down below.
And stay in my case till the end of the show?
 

That’s right, Mr. Sam.  Now, I hope that you’re happy.
I’ve got to think quickly, I’ve got to be snappy.
Don’t you recall the end of that story?
How the Grinch is the one who gets all the glory.

By golly you’re right.  I remember the feast.
And the Grinch, yes the Grinch, the Grinch carved the roast beast.
The Grinch was the hero, yes it is true.
And that is why I chose him for you.

Your thoughtfulness brings a tear to my eyes.
So, Sam, I must say, “I apologize.”
And while you sit down below, I will not be mean.
I’ll give you some ham and eggs that are green.

As I said before, it’s surely a cinch.
The name that fits him is certainly GRINCH!
Let’s put an end to this recitation.
Okay, but remember, it was your own creation.

Let’s not argue now.  And stop speaking in rhyme.
I can’t!  I am stuck!  I rhyme all the time.
My head’s in a spin.  Now what can we do?
Don’t look at me, mine’s spinning, too!

Wait I have a plan for how we can end.
I’m willing to listen.  On you I’ll depend.
I’ll finish this sentence with the “magic” word purple.
Why would that work?  I don’t understand.

Hey!  We’re not rhyming any more.
What happened?
I used the magic word purple.  When you use it at the end of a phrase or sentence, it breaks the rhyming spell.
Do you know any other magic words?
Yes, “Reading”.
Copyright © 2006 by Bruce D. Weaver

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Get a Clue at the Library
By Aunt Gabby

Get a Clue!  At the Library.
Get a Clue!  At the Library.

Summer's here and school is through,
and you want something new to do?
The answer's very clear, you see,
get a clue at the library!
If sports are what you like to read,
you'll find clues for every need.
Searching for some home run facts?
You'll find them in an almanac.

Check it Out!!  At the Library.

You want to play outside all day,
but those rain clouds won't go away.
Well, there's no need to make a scene.
Check out a Highlights Magazine.
There's jokes and riddles, mazes, too.
There’s lots of things for you to do.
So call a friend and have some fun.
Get a clue without the sun.

Check it Out!  At the Library.

If magic is your main concern,
there’s lots of clues to help you learn.
The library has information
explaining prestidigitation.
Cause a coin to disappear
and find it in somebody’s ear.
Magic’s not a mystery
when you have clues at the library.

Get a Clue!  At the Library.

Don't sit at home and waste away.
Get a clue and read today.
Find a mystery you can try,
before the summer rushes by!

Check it Out!  At the Library.
And Get a Clue!  At the Library.
Check it Out!  At the Library.

Copyright © 2007 by Bruce D. Weaver
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Independence Day Rap
by Aunt Gabby

Let's Celebrate Independence Day
Let's Celebrate Independence Day

Years ago in Philly town some Patriots were sitting down
To find a way they could agree to gain their independency.
The year was seventeen seventy-six and the colonists were in a fix.
King George and the Parliament had all the say in government.

Let's Celebrate Independence Day

They restricted trade, taxed the tea, and sent some troops to the colonies.
It just did not seem right, so the Patriots put up a fight.
They didn't pay the tax on tea, in fact they threw it into the sea.
The minutemen had stood their ground and a shot was fired heard all around.

Let's Celebrate Independence Day

Jefferson took up his quill and a page or two he then did fill
With words we celebrate today - The words of Independence Day.
All men are equal, rights have they, and in their destiny a say.
It's clear King George does not agree so we declare that we are free.

Let's Celebrate Independence Day

In seventy-six on July four the colonists said we'll take no more.
They made it clear by declaration that the USA was a brand new nation.
The United States was born that way and still is going strong today.
A nation of democracy and liberty for you and me.

Let's Celebrate Independence Day

Copyright © 2005 by Bruce D. Weaver
 
 

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