To My Children
I've always loved you best because you were our first miracle. You were the genesis of a marriage and the fulfillment of young love.
You sustained us through the hamburger years, the first apartment (furnished in early poverty), our first mode of transportation (1955 Feet), and the seven-inch TV we paid on for 36 months.
You were new, had unused grandparents, and enough clothes for a set of triplets. You were the original model for a mom and dad who were trying to work the bugs out. You got the strained lamb, the open-safety pins and three-hour naps.
You were the beginning.
DEAR MIDDLE CHILD:
I've always loved you best because you drew a tough spot in the family and it made you stronger for it.
You cried less, had more patience, wore faded hand-me-downs, and never in your life did anything first. But it only made you more special. You were the one we relaxed with, who helped us realize a dog could kiss you and you wouldn't get sick. You could cross a street by yourself long before you were old enough to get married. And you helped us understand the world wouldn't collapse if you went to bed with dirty feet.
You were the child of our busy, ambitious years. Without you, we never could have survived the job changes and the tedium and routine that is marriage.
TO THE BABY:
I've always loved you best because while endings are generally sad, you are such a joy. You readily accepted the milk-stained bibs, the lower bunk, the cracked Baseball bat, the baby book that had nothing written in it except a recipe for graham-cracker pie crust that someone had jammed between the pages.
You are the one we held on to so tightly. You are the link with our past, a reason for tomorrow. You darken our hair, quicken our steps, square our shoulders, restore our vision, and give us a sense of humor that security, maturity and durability can't provide.
When your hairline takes on the shape of Lake Eire and your own children tower over you, you will still be our baby.
-Author Unknown (but suspected to be Erma Brombeck)
I believe you mean the column "Ten commandments of how to get along with other people".
12 rules for a happy marriage
The question is rather vague... Ann Landers was employed by a newspaper, which would normally own the copyright in her column. This would cover her written answers and the selection of questions from readers. (In other words, it would be a copyright violation for someone else to take the questions from Ann Landers' columns and publish them with new answers.)
Google it silly... It's right there!
The name "Ann Landers" was a pen name for a syndicated newspaper advice column "Ask Ann Landers." The second woman to use it, writing the column for 55 years, was Esther "Eppie" Lederer (1918-2002). Her twin sister was Pauline Phillips (1918-2013), the original "Dear Abby."
Ann Landers was actually a pseudonym that Ruth Crowley used until her death in 1955 at age 48. Eppie Lederer took over the column after Crowley's death. Lederer was the voice behind Ann Landers until her death at the age of 84 in 2002.
This was discussed in an old Ann Landers column many years ago. At the time, her experts said much to my surprise, no. But I refrigerate it. Maybe someone can find that old column and post a link to it.
Make sure the numbers are not written in ink because otherwise the lager will make them smudge.
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The 5 is a unitThe 2 has the value of 20 (because it is in the tens column)The 8 has the value of 800 (because it is in the hundreds column)The 6 has the value of 6000 (because it is in the thousands column)The 3 has the value of 30000 (because it is in the tens of thousands column)
No. A "column" is a physical support structure, or a vertical row of written entries. It is always a noun.