© Jeanne E Webster
“My name is Jeanne Webster,
My name is Jeanne Webster…
Who are you?”
I remember singing this song in first grade. As a way of getting to know each other, we’d go around the classroom and when it got to you, you’d sing this, using your name in place of the last student’s name. It’s a good way to introduce yourself.
My name is Jeanne Webster. I was born in western Massachusetts, grew up under the “Army brat” emblem, moved almost every three years, ending up graduating from high school in Germany. My early adulthood was spent as a soldier’s spouse and mother of four children; have seven grandchildren and two great-grandchildren. I’ve worked as a nurse’s aide, certified medical tech, veterinarian assistant, Home Health Care assistant, and freelance writer.
I have been writing since I learned to scribble my name and going non-stop ever since. Non-fiction is my first love but lately I have ventured into the fiction domain. As you can see from my offerings here, I love prose also. Curiosity draws me into new territories and techniques, as I believe challenges are excellent stimulants for the spirit.
I am a Christian and take my faith in Jesus Christ most seriously. He is the focus of all my endeavors and the reason I am who I am. I have been a member of numerous denominations, from Catholic, Presbyterian, Baptist, and back to Catholic. Presently I do not hold membership in any church. I feel there are too many man-made doctrines infused into religion and therefore I present myself to Christ alone. Christianity is not a religion but a way of life.
A never-bored character, I relish poking around in the corners of my days, seeking out the easily overlooked weeds of life for a rose or two. I love books, books and more books. I even read manuals that come with new things I buy! Crafts are my constant companions, along with the need to set down in hard copy my imaginings. My thoughts are a whole different world; it’s a Jeanne in Wonderland most days. My one complaint in life, if it’s really a complaint, is that there isn’t enough time in the day to explore the caverns of the mind and the outside world that God has blessed us with.
I love people, care for people, make new friends, pamper the old friends, and do a heap of praying for people. You’re my sister, my brother, my mom, my dad, my son, my daughter, and on and on. In other words, you matter to me.
Sooo…who are you? I’d like to know you too!
[A reblog to get acquainted with my new blogging friends.]