Dog Days of Summer…



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It’s hot out,




downright lethargic,

a bad influence on the entire body…

oh well.

Anyway, have fun and stay cool.


Remember those blessings from God?

Share them with your family and neighbors.



Celebration and Thank You!






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Women’s Window has been in existence for three years!  The transition from a hard copy newsletter to a physical presence on-line has been most rewarding.


Thank you for your support and encouragement in this blogging adventure.  It is such a blessing to be in the company of great writers and friends.


Merry Christmas and may our Lord bless you with many joys in the year ahead. 





The Glowing


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Thank you for the memories,

The joys and wonders of life,

The blessing of divine glories…

What peace abundantly rife!


You birthed me as a baby girl,

Swaddled up in my mother’s arms;

Tenderly kissed my golden curls

As I snuggled in her charms.


Thanks for all my family and friends,

Thanks for pretty flowers and weeds.

Sunshine and rain brought amends

As You sought to establish Your seeds.


Oh God, my sins no longer sting

They’re hung on the cross of Jesus.

He entered into my life to bring

A life so much more prestigious.


Your truth appeased my doubting heart

I was healed by Your living waters.

Eternal life You did truly impart

To my lost spirit and many others.


I peered inside my very soul;

Faithfully, You are present there.

See that loving spirit glow…

A sweet heavenly flare!  Amen



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Seventy-one years ago God saw fit to bring into this world twin sisters, Joannie and Jeanne.  What a blessing this has been to each one of them.  How do I know?  I am Jeanne, the fraternal twin sister of Joannie. 

Entwined within our many days here on earth, we have amassed an assortment of living and breathing activities that we shall always treasure.   Like the proverbial box of chocolates, these pieces have brought a special richness and wholeness to our lives, in extra measure as twins.






















 Thank you, Lord, for this special sister!


There has been so much to share . . . and too little time.

Women with a View

Jim’s gone

Religious Candles and Cross

To all my family and friends:

My brother, Jim, passed away a short time ago.  I so appreciate all your prayer support during the past few months, as it meant so much to Jim that you all showed that kind of love and respect.  Our family will miss him yet we rejoice in the knowledge that he is with the Lord, in peace and no more pain, fear or suffering.

God bless you all and may His peace comfort you all your days.



Let Freedom Ring . . .Let God Reign




My Country, ‘Tis of Thee

~Samuel P. Smith


My country, ‘tis of thee, sweet land of liberty,

O thee I sing;

Land where my fathers died,

Land of the pilgrims’ pride,

From every mountain-side

Let freedom ring.


Our fathers’ God, to Thee, Author of liberty,

To Thee we sing;

Long may our land be bright

With freedom’s holy light;

Protect us by Thy might,

Great God, our King.





God of Our Fathers, Whose Almighty Hand

~Daniel C. Roberts


Thy love divine hath led us in the past;

In this free land by Thee our lot is cast;

Be Thou our Ruler, Guardian, Guide and Stay;

Thy word our law, Thy paths our chosen way.


From war’s alarms, from deadly pestilence,

Be Thy strong arm our ever-sure defense;

Thy true religion in our hearts increase,

Thy bounteous goodness nourish us in peace.


Refresh Thy people on their toilsome way,

Lead us from night to never-ending day;

Fill all our lives with love and grace divine,

And glory, laud and praise be ever Thine.


 american eagle with flag

Battle Hymn of the Republic


Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored,
He has loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
His day is marching on.


I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnish`d rows of steel,
“As ye deal with my contemnors, so with you my grace shall deal;”
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel
Since God is marching on.

He has sounded from the trumpet that shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! Be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.


In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!

His truth is marching on!



God bless America

God bless America,Land that I love,

Stand beside her and guide her

Thru the night with a light from above.

From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the oceans white with foam,
God bless America,
My home, sweet home.
God bless America,
My home, sweet home.

Oh! Thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war’s desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav’n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.

Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust.”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.




A Webster Song




I was born long ago in the mountains out east

My spirit remains there today


From Irish, Scot, and English blue blood,

Throw in a dab of Native American and German-Jew

Ancestors fought in the Revolutionary War from

The States of New Hampshire and Massachusetts


Noah wrote a well-known dictionary, I declare

Daniel was quite the orator and statesman


Old John was the first governor of Connecticut

That’s the wrap-up of the forefathers.


Recent history brought in some Swiss ties

My kids are thoroughly peopled with strong genes


An Irish blessing to you, and a good cuppa of English tea

A Scottish shortbread cookie and good German bratwurst

Delicious Swiss chocolate and strong Algonquin courage . . .


But the important part. . .  I am blessed with God’s everlasting salvation and grace.



NaPoWriMo   Day 22                             


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Okay, Daddy!

Boy Hiding Gift Behind His Back

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“What do you have in your hands, little one?

What are you hiding there?”


“Nothing, Daddy,” he said,

With a whisper and a prayer.


“You’re looking ill at ease, little one.”


“But I’m careful, Daddy.”


“Open up and let me see;

Those things you don’t really need.”


“I‘ll give them up one day, Daddy!”


“Ah, but I want you to have a joyful life;

Give me all your toxic devices;

They’re not good for you.”


“Give up those seeds of Selfishness

And that big ball of Pride;

Tricky Hypocrisy bid adieu

Let bones of Contention slide.”


“Okay, Daddy, is that enough for now?”


“Give me your pinch of Hatred

That pocket of Deceit and Envy,

The stinky black bag of Backbiting,

That shiny boasting coin called Me.”


“How can I give up all these, Daddy?”


“You must if you want the best

Of life that I have for you.


“Let me have that snip of Lying

And biting Promise Breaking,

That sooty batch of Cruelty

And lots of Tricky Handshaking.


“Your Judgment list of others

Is corrupt and so unclean;

Your rock of  Hardheartedness,

Will bring you down so mean.


“Repent and ask forgiveness;

Give me your unclean baubles;

They only bring pain and suffering

Adding more and more big troubles.”


“Unfilled hands should clutch things

Like Grace, Peace and Joy,

Salvation, Glory, and Honor

And Eternal Life employ.


“I offer you Charity and Patience,

Remission of sins and Hope,

Mercy, Blessing and Humility,

And tons of Wisdom to cope.”


“Okay, Daddy!”


NaPoWriMo   Day 19