Showing posts with label Vintage Postcard. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vintage Postcard. Show all posts

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Memorial Day


Remembering all the brave men and women who have served our country!

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Happy Easter


"For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, 
that whoever believes in him shall not perish, but have eternal life.
John 3:16
xo
jeanne

Monday, May 27, 2013

Memorial Day



Remember to honor the brave and the fallen today and everyday.

Monday, May 28, 2012

Saturday, December 31, 2011

Happy New Year!!!

Wishing you all a blessed New Year!
Signature w/rose

Sunday, January 02, 2011

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Monday, May 31, 2010

Friday, January 01, 2010

Happy New Year!!!

A new beginning.
A fresh start.
A blank slate.
A new year.
I can't wait to get started!
Signature w/rose

Thursday, November 27, 2008

A Thanksgiving Greeting

Thanksgiving
by Lizelia Moorer

Thankful for all things let us be,
Though there be woes and misery;
Lessons they bring us for our good-
Later 'twill all be understood.

Thankful for peace o'er land and sea,
Thankful for signs of liberty,
Thankful for homes, for life and health,
Pleasure and plenty, fame and wealth.

Thankful for friends and loved ones, too,
Thankful for all things, good and true,
Thankful for harvest in the fall,
Thankful to Him who gave it all.
~
From The Secret:
"Thank you" - two words, inconceivable potential power,
and all they need is you to put the power into them by expressing them."
So....THANK YOU to all of you ~ my wonderful, generous, creative friends!
xoxo
jeanne

Friday, July 04, 2008

Happy 4th of July

Hope you all have a wonderful holiday weekend!

Monday, May 26, 2008

We Remember. . .


Freedom Isn't Free
by Kelly Strong

I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Marine saluted it,
And then he stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
He'd stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers' tears?
How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom isn't free.

I heard the sound of TAPS one night,
When everything was stillI
Listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That TAPS had meant "Amen,"
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free.
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