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<channel><title><![CDATA[JoyTruscott-Artist - My Treasures ]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.joytruscott-artist.com/my-treasures]]></link><description><![CDATA[My Treasures ]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 14 Aug 2024 13:53:02 +0200</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[When we LET GO we RECEIVE]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.joytruscott-artist.com/my-treasures/when-we-let-go-we-receive]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.joytruscott-artist.com/my-treasures/when-we-let-go-we-receive#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2014 18:36:02 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Mom's Wedding Dress]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.joytruscott-artist.com/my-treasures/when-we-let-go-we-receive</guid><description><![CDATA[Mommy's Wedding Dress  &#65279;&#8203;For many years I carried my Mom's wedding dress with me through many moves. &nbsp;Then, just a couple of months ago I decided that it was time that this fragile wedding dress find a place to show itself, outside of the box in which it had arrived in 1955.With tears I let the dress go, telling myself that the memories and Love live in my Heart. &nbsp;I looked at it one more time, with tears streaming I asked the Angels to please take this dress to a beautiful [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<h2 class="wsite-content-title" style="text-align:left;">Mommy's Wedding Dress</h2>  <div class="paragraph"><font color="#190c69"><span>&#65279;<br />&#8203;</span>For many years I carried my Mom's wedding dress with me through many moves. &nbsp;Then, just a couple of months ago I decided that it was time that this fragile wedding dress find a place to show itself, outside of the box in which it had arrived in 1955.<br /><br />With tears I let the dress go, telling myself that the memories and Love live in my Heart. &nbsp;I looked at it one more time, with tears streaming I asked the Angels to please take this dress to a beautiful home where it would be honored and admired. &nbsp;It went to an antique shop in Plettenberg Bay, South Africa.<span>&#65279;</span></font></div>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-medium " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:10px;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.joytruscott-artist.com/uploads/1/6/1/7/16173436/published/9930463.jpg?1514903290" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%">Ted Horn and Gwynneth on their wedding day</div> </div></div>  <div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.joytruscott-artist.com/uploads/1/6/1/7/16173436/published/2366126.jpg?1514903368" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%">Little Gwynneth Davey a  precious and adored child  who spoke in a lilting manner in Old English that confounded  her family.  A gentle and  Old Spirit doing a Life  Journey of Love.</div> </div></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.joytruscott-artist.com/uploads/1/6/1/7/16173436/published/7034513.jpg?1514903384" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%">Some of my Mom's little Treasures from her childhood, stored in an old Nestle' chocolate box. </div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>  <div id="417267336546383969"><div><style type="text/css">	#element-afcf28b6-2d82-4113-9d58-89e7d38ed828 .content-color-box-wrapper {  padding: 20px;  border-radius: 0px;  background-color: #a9e4f8;  border-style: None;  border-color: #555555;  border-width: 3px;}</style><div id="element-afcf28b6-2d82-4113-9d58-89e7d38ed828" data-platform-element-id="698263678581730663-1.1.0" class="platform-element-contents"><div class="content-color-box-wrapper"><div style="width: 100%"><div></div><div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><strong><font color="#5040ae" size="3">As we move through this Life we gather and accumulate the moments that record memorable events and occasions.&nbsp;<br /><br />Then there comes a time when we will have to leave these behind as the Soul moves beyond this Realm. &nbsp;<br /><br />Like markers of Being these precious relics drift into the back of cupboards of our children and loved ones. &nbsp;<br /><br />There will come a time when someone will need to make the painful decision to disconnect from the possession and agree to hold the Love in the Memories of the Heart and not the dusty box in which they reside.</font></strong></div></div></div></div><div style="clear:both;"></div></div></div>  <h2 class="wsite-content-title" style="text-align:left;"><font color="#5040ae" size="5"><br />&#8203;Great Upheaval, Intense Emotions</font></h2>  <div class="paragraph"><font color="#5848b7">After 14 years, my husband, Dad and I found a place to once again call home. &nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><br />To celebrate our move my Dear Friend Pam took me to lunch at a lovely place that was new to me - Ouland Royale in Plettenberg Bay. &nbsp;As we arrived I could feel a sense of delight and kept remarking to Pam that this place is somewhere that my darling Mom would have loved. &nbsp;The garden was delightful and as we entered the open space, filled with beautiful displays, hats, lamps and art, I again had to say how special this place felt. We glanced at the menu and I had to choose one of my Mom's favorite dishes - Potato Leek Soup, made by the gorgeous owner Wilja Reitz. &nbsp;We sauntered about, playing with the magical hats created by Wilja and all the while I kept feeling my Mom's Spirit.</font></div>  <div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:60px;margin-right:100px;text-align:left"> <a> <img src="https://www.joytruscott-artist.com/uploads/1/6/1/7/16173436/published/3022513.jpg?1514903543" alt="Picture" style="width:155;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-medium " style="padding-top:0px;padding-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:10px;text-align:left"> <a> <img src="https://www.joytruscott-artist.com/uploads/1/6/1/7/16173436/editor/8813100.jpg?1514903468" alt="Picture" style="width:128;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>  <div class="paragraph"><span><font size="3">Pam and Joy being silly in the adorned and beautifully designed hats created by Wilja.</font></span></div>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.joytruscott-artist.com/uploads/1/6/1/7/16173436/9227971_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:498px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%">And there was the box that had held the dress through many moves to Colorado and back - this wedding dress, free at last to glow as it did one day back in 1955.</div> </div></div>  <h2 class="wsite-content-title" style="text-align:left;"><font color="#a7078a"><span style="line-height: 0; display: none;">&#65279;</span>Like an Angel there it stood<span style="line-height: 0; display: none;">&#65279;</span></font></h2>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="line-height: 0; display: none;">&#65279;</span><font color="#720c74"><span style="line-height: 0; display: none;">&#65279;</span>As we turned to the next beautiful display, there stood this ethereal wedding dress. &nbsp;For a moment I just felt a knot in my throat and then without thinking I said to Pam - this is my Mom's wedding dress - I remember the little buttons on the sleeves when I had worn the dress as a child, the softness of the skirt and the delicacy of the lace. Only, now it looked different - Regal and Ethereal. I began to doubt myself and then glanced down and saw the round box it had lived in for 59 years.<br />Sobs of delight and gratitude, this beautiful dress that belonged to my Gracious and Beautiful Mom had a new home. &nbsp;The Angels had nudged Wilja to bring it to this charming location where, like my mother, it would Grace the space in which it stood. Here to remind us that Life's passage is short and Precious beyond words. &nbsp;And that in all occasions we need to celebrate the passing of our Life Journey.</font><br /></div>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.joytruscott-artist.com/uploads/1/6/1/7/16173436/9317539_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:644px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%">My Mom </div> </div></div>  <div><div style="height: 20px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div> <hr class="styled-hr" style="width:100%;"></hr> <div style="height: 20px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><font color="#b748ae">Thank you Wilja for the gift of bringing my Mom's wedding gown to your beautiful place that she would have just LOVED. &nbsp;May the Spirit of my Mom be in your beautiful venue and May you and all who share memorable experiences in the space at <a href="http://www.saweddings.co.za/venues-110/wedding_venues-229/garden_route-9/ouland_royale-2011.html" target="_blank">Ouland Royale</a> feel Divine Blessings.</font></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><font color="#5040ae" size="5">When we Let Go we Receive</font><br /><font color="#5040ae" size="5"><span style="line-height: 28.799999237060547px;"><br /></span></font><font color="#5848b7">I would never have imagined that letting go of my Mom's wedding dress would impact so poignantly in my life. &nbsp; My Dad called my Mom his Queen and it is as if her spirit holds a space of regal dignity at <a href="http://www.saweddings.co.za/venues-110/wedding_venues-229/garden_route-9/ouland_royale-2011.html" target="_blank" title="">Ouland Royale</a>. &nbsp;&nbsp;</font></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:justify;"><font color="#24678d">My Dad, Ted Horn woo'ed my mother with song as this he thought is what one has to do to get the attention of the girl you love, so after watching Mario Lanza sing in the movies he swept my Mom off her feet with his magnificent voice. &nbsp;<br /><br />I grew up to the sound of my Dad singing and when we lived in Colorado I would phone home and ask Daddy to sing to me. &nbsp;Then one year Teddy did a quick recording of his singing to bring to me as a gift. &nbsp;It is one of my most cherished gifts. &nbsp;I share it with you x&nbsp;</font></div>  <div id="119163479865874580"><div><style type="text/css">	#element-b906e2ff-8e3b-4a1b-b1ca-af9f37c38e44 .colored-box-content {  clear: both;  float: left;  width: 100%;  -moz-box-sizing: border-box;  -webkit-box-sizing: border-box;  -ms-box-sizing: border-box;  box-sizing: border-box;  background-color: #b5aaf6;  padding-top: 20px;  padding-bottom: 20px;  padding-left: 20px;  padding-right: 20px;  -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 0px;  -moz-border-top-left-radius: 0px;  border-top-left-radius: 0px;  -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 0px;  -moz-border-top-right-radius: 0px;  border-top-right-radius: 0px;  -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 0px;  -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 0px;  border-bottom-left-radius: 0px;  -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 0px;  -moz-border-bottom-right-radius: 0px;  border-bottom-right-radius: 0px;}</style><div id="element-b906e2ff-8e3b-4a1b-b1ca-af9f37c38e44" data-platform-element-id="848857247979793891-1.0.1" class="platform-element-contents">	<div class="colored-box">    <div class="colored-box-content">        <div style="width: auto"><div></div><div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><font size="5"><font color="#5848b7">Listen to my Dad's song to his "Queen"</font></font></div><div title="Audio: 2017-09-26_2056_03_oneday_when_we_were_young.mp3" class="wsite-html5audio"><audio id="audio_174037585441558851" style="height: auto;" class="wsite-mejs-align-left wsite-mejs-dark" src="https://www.joytruscott-artist.com/uploads/1/6/1/7/16173436/2017-09-26_2056_03_oneday_when_we_were_young.mp3" preload="none" data-autostart="yes" data-artist="" data-track="Oneday When We Were Young"></audio></div></div>    </div></div></div><div style="clear:both;"></div></div></div>  <div class="paragraph"><br /><font color="#ae40a5">The Journey of our Lives is all about Release - this is the most pivotal aspect of this Life Journey. &nbsp;My Mom helped to open up this awareness - in Life and in her passing. &nbsp;The story of release is a holding theme in Joy's book -<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Journey-Remember-Recapturing-Unique-Magnificence/dp/1500157104" target="_blank"> A Journey to Remember:</a> Recapturing the Unique Codes of our Magnificence. &nbsp;Available from Amazon. &nbsp;</font></div>  <div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:left"> <a> <img src="https://www.joytruscott-artist.com/uploads/1/6/1/7/16173436/3977433_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:450px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%">Gwynneth Myrtle Davey Horn's wedding dress</div> </div></div>  <h2 class="wsite-content-title" style="text-align:center;"><br /><br />&#8203;The Perfume of my Mom -<br /><font size="4">I put some on my wrist, close my eyes and feel you near</font></h2>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.joytruscott-artist.com/uploads/1/6/1/7/16173436/published/9953743.jpg?1514904522" alt="Picture" style="width:265;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%">Moments of Memories</div> </div></div>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.joytruscott-artist.com/uploads/1/6/1/7/16173436/published/1967834.jpg?1514904528" alt="Picture" style="width:237;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%">Gwynny's favorite perfume - L'air du Temps by Nina Ricci</div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>  <h2 class="wsite-content-title" style="text-align:center;"><br />&#8203;Thank you Wilja</h2>  <div id="545526496996784943"><div><style type="text/css">	#element-0bf19abf-469b-4951-8edf-a29008fe6f6a .colored-box-content {  clear: both; 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The words flowed into my awareness and I felt like they were spoken to me from the Soul of my Mom in preparation for her Leaving. (Written 14th February 2010.&nbsp; Gwynny passed away 15th April, 2012)When you Find me Rested in my Chair From the Soul of my MomWhen you find me rested in my chair,Sit beside me quietly there,As you offer up a final prayer.Let it be filled with thanks for gifts [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:10px;margin-right:0px;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.joytruscott-artist.com/uploads/1/6/1/7/16173436/1004770.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div title="Audio: teddy_sings_mp3.mp3" class="wsite-html5audio"><audio id="audio_407522653695245230" style="height: auto;" class="wsite-mejs-align-center wsite-mejs-dark" src="https://www.joytruscott-artist.com/uploads/1/6/1/7/16173436/teddy_sings_mp3.mp3" preload="none" data-autostart="no" data-artist="Teddy Horn" data-track="More Songs - Teddy Sings for his Gwynny"></audio></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:center;"><em style="">This little poem was written late one night a few months before my darling Mom passed away.&nbsp; The words flowed into my awareness and I felt like they were spoken to me from the Soul of my Mom in preparation for her Leaving. (Written 14th February 2010.&nbsp; Gwynny passed away 15th April, 2012)</em><br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>When you Find me Rested in my Chair From the Soul of my Mom<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>When you find me rested in my chair,<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>Sit beside me quietly there,<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>As you offer up a final prayer.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>Let it be filled with thanks for gifts of Love<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>To touch my Soul that&rsquo;s just above.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>And even though my pulse is no longer there<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>Know my Soul&rsquo;s embrace is everywhere<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>Some tears may fall, for you my child &ndash;<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>But let these words to your Heart say,<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>Your Mother loved you in Every Way.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>The song of life continues in your smile<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>Now you hold the journey that makes Life worthwhile.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>You see, it matters not that we have aged,<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>What&rsquo;s important is that we played.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>The parting now may be filled with yearning<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>Still we danced through this life journey -<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>Somehow needing one&nbsp;another&nbsp;for our Spirit&rsquo;s Learning.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>So as you say goodbye to that part of me that is no more,<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>Embrace the Soul that now lifts and soars.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>It is without a doubt, I know,<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>That we shall meet again when it is your time to let go.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>Our souls shall once again be reconciled<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>And you will see the Love Light in my smile.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>Remember only the best of me,<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>And forgive the parts of my human frailty.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>My child, I say to you with all my heart,<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>That in this Life, loving you was the very best part.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>Until then, my beloved one, I&rsquo;ll watch over you and hold you dear,<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>Remember,<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>I am always near.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span></div>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.joytruscott-artist.com/uploads/1/6/1/7/16173436/9942044.jpg?346" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:center;"><font color="#cc66cc"><strong style="">She is Gone</strong><br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>You can shed tears that she is gone,<br />Or you can smile because she lived,<br />You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back,<br />Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>Your heart can be empty because you can&rsquo;t see her<br />Or you can be full of the love that you shared,<br />You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,<br />Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>You can remember her and only that she is gone<br />Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on,<br />You can cry and close your mind be empty and turn your&nbsp;back,<br />Or you can do what she would want: smile, open your eyes,&nbsp;love and go on.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span><em style="">&lsquo;For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning&rsquo;</em><br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span><em style="">Psalm 30:5</em></font><br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span></div>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.joytruscott-artist.com/uploads/1/6/1/7/16173436/491243_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:1066px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.joytruscott-artist.com/uploads/1/6/1/7/16173436/2748012_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:1066px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%">Here, this beautiful place in Jeffrey's Bay, South Africa, is where we mark the place that my Mom loved with all her Heart.</div> </div></div>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.joytruscott-artist.com/uploads/1/6/1/7/16173436/5404841_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:1066px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%">My Mom's bench, built for her by her son-in-law - Simon Allen, over looking the beach view from the bottom of the garden.</div> </div></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.joytruscott-artist.com/uploads/1/6/1/7/16173436/8491861_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:640px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%">When my Mom could still manage beach walks she would take long strolls with her Teddy.</div> </div></div>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.joytruscott-artist.com/uploads/1/6/1/7/16173436/4142808_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:1066px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%">Teddy sings for his Gwynny - One Day When We Were Young - one wonderful morning in May, you told me you loved me when we were young one day...</div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>