I stretch unused, unspotted, without blemish.
I stretch before you three hundred sixty-five days long.
I will present each day in its turn, a new leaf in the
Book of Life, for you to place upon it your imprint.
It remains for you to make of me what you will;
if you write with integrity & honest firm steady strokes,
my pages will be a joy to look upon when the next New Year comes.
If the pen falters & is overcome by hate, uncertainty, doubt
or if transgressions should mar the page, it will become an unfortunate day,
that will be remembered with pain & regret...
I am the New Year;
During each hour of three hundred sixty-five days,
I will give you 60 minutes, white and pure,
that have never before known, the use of man.
I present thee...
It remains for you to fill them with sixty jeweled seconds of
Hope for Peace, Love, Patience, Fruitful Endeavor,
And trust in God.
I am the New Year: I am here - but once past,
I can never to be recalled.
Make me your best.
A Dixie Lady Deer Hunter
Article by Fred Messina, editor of "On Target Outdoors" from The Vicksburg Evening Post on Friday, January 19, 1990. Photo by Bob Phillips.
Bob Phillips came up the other day with a photo of his wife Marian and a deer she got on Brown's Point New Years Eve. The deer was an 8-point with 16 inches of inside spread that weighed in at 190 pounds. A nice trophy in anyone's book. However, the tale Bob told is that this was Marian's fourth deer this year and he claimed that he would have done better than he did if he had not spent so much time hauling Marian's deer out of the woods. Come off it, Bob. We all know who the hunter was.