Offering prayers and healing blessings for your son in law and to you and his and your family. My father died of leukemia and his mother (my grandmother) died from colon cancer. Not many people on CS know this but I am a advocate for the developmentally disabled and for the mentally ill like my father and his father (my grandfather) before me. We worked in a NYS institution for the developmentally disabled that had over 5000 residents. It is closed down now in favor of group homes.
I am going to post this song again. Dino, did you know the man that wrote this song was an American and a communist? He wrote the first book on how to play the banjo and cleaned up the Hudson River. He also marched with Martin Luther King. I met him once when he was on his sailing sloop "Clearwater" docked on the Hudson River. Unfortunately I did not know who he was at the time.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie, In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
Do you know any Eastern European poems about the Golem in Prague or about the founder of the former Kingdom of Bohemia (Czech and Slovak Republics) Princess Libuse? My great grandparents from my mother's side came to America from that area after the end of World War 1.
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As a big fan of classical music, I am familiar with Smetana and his Má vlast. I have a cassette tape of it.
WooHoo! 
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