Friday, October 30, 2015

Wild Irish Rose: Remembering Maureen O'Hara

In memory of
one of the most loveliest woman
to ever grace the silver screen...

Irish American Beauty
 Maureen O'Hara

Some of my favorite
movie memories....

Maureen as the
Irish lass
Mary Kate Danaher,
in the John Ford classic,
"The Quiet Man"

 Maureen with co-star
Natalie Wood in the
Christmas movie favorite,
"Miracle On 34th Street"

Maureen as the mother of
scheming identical twins
both played by Haley Mills
in the original
Walt Disney film
"The Parent Trap"

Wild Irish Roses At Sunrise
 County Clare
James Truett

Daniel O'Donnell
"My Wild Irish Rose"

"My wild Irish Rose,
The sweetest flow'r that grows,
You may search ev'rywhere,
But none can compare
With my wild Irish Rose."

Maureen O'Hara
Born Maureen FitzSimons
in Dublin, Ireland
August 17, 1914-October 24, 2015
May She Rest In Peace

Hannah's Prayer

"Hannah prayed and said, "My heart exults and triumphs
in the Lord; my horn (my strength) is lifted up in the Lord.
My mouth is no longer silent, for it it opened wide over
my enemies, because I rejoice in Your salvation.

There is none holy like the Lord, there is none besides You;
there is no Rock like our God.

Talk no more so very proudly; let not arrogance go forth
from your mouth, for the Lord is a God of knowledge, and by Him
actions are weighed. The bows of the mighty are broken,
and those who stumbled are girded with strength.

Those who were full have hired themselves out for bread,
but those who were hungry have ceased to hunger.
The barren has borne seven, but she who has many
children languishes and is forlorn.

The Lord slays and makes alive; He brings down to Sheol
and raises up. The Lord makes poor and makes rich;
He brings low and He lifts up.

He raises up the poor out of the dust and lifts up the needy
from the ash heap, to make them sit with nobles and inherit
the throne of glory. For the pillars of the earth are the Lord's,
and He has set the world upon them.

He will guard the feet of His godly ones, but the wicked shall
be silenced and perish in darkness; for by strength shall no man prevail.

The adversaries of the Lord shall be broken in pieces' against
them will He thunder in heaven.  The Lord will judge all peoples
to the ends of the earth; and He will give strength to His King,
and exalt the power of His Anointed, His Christ."
1 Samuel 2:1-10

Samuel dedicated by Hannah at the Temple
Frank William Warwick Topham
English artist

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Autumn Splendor

October, baptize me with leaves! 
Swaddle me in corduroy
 and nurse me with split pea soup.

 October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets
 and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins.
 O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!
-Rainbow Rowell 

The Apple Gatherers
Fredrick Morgan 

To everything on earth
there is a season,
A time for every purpose
under the sun.

From the beginning
of life's journey
to the finish,
We run the race
until our days are done. 

There is a time for mourning
and a time to dance,
Every favor, every blessing
we're receiving is a
gift of God,
it does not happen
by chance.

For our God,
in never failing mercy,
watches over us 
from day to dawning day.

In His hands
He hold's life's 
changing seasons 
As time continues on
without delay.
-Regina Wiencek 

"How great are
Your works, Lord!
How profound
Your purpose!"
Psalm 92:6 

Abraham Hunter 

 The trees around the lake
Adorned in shades of Fall,
In crimson, rust, and yellow,
Standing so straight and tall.

Adorned in colors of Autumn,
Reflecting all of their glory,
Shining down into the lake
Telling Mother Nature's story.

And further on along the road
Were trees still dressed in green,
Refusing to be hurried,
In Autumn colors to be seen.

The landscape was breathtaking,
Spreading out over the land,
The work of a Master Artist
With a very loving hand.
-Erna Gwillim

Saturday, October 3, 2015

Little Orphant Annie

Little Orphant Annie come to our house to stay
An' wash the cups an' saucers up an' brush the crumbs away,
An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep,
An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, and earn her board an' keep;
An' all us other childern, when the supper-things is done,
We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun
An-listen to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about,
An' the Gobble-uns 'at git you
Ef You

Wunst they wuz a little boy wouldn't say his prayers,-
An' when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs,
His Mammy heerd him holler, an' his Daddy heered him bawl,
An' when they turn't the kivvers down, he wuzn't there at all!
An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an' cubby-hole an' press,
An' seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever'-wheres. I guess;
But all they ever found wuz his pants an' roundabout:-
An' the Gobble-uns'ii git you
Ef you

An' one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin,
An' make fun of ever'one an' all her blood-an' kin;
An wunst, when they was company an ole folks wuz there,
She mocked'em an' shocked 'em an said she didn't care!
An' thist as she kicked her heels, an' turn't to run an hide,
They wuz two great Black Things a-standin' by her side,
An' they snatched her through the ceilin' fore she knowed what she's about!
An' the Gobble-un'ii git you
Ef you

An' little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue,
An' the lamp-wick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-oo!
An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray,
An' the lightnin-bugs in dew is all squenched away,-
You better mind yer parunts, an' yer teachurs fond an' dear,
An' churish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear,
An' he'p the poor an' needy ones 'at clusters all about,
Er the Gobble-uns'll git you
Ef you

Little Orphant Annie
 An illustration by Ethel Franklin Betts

"Little Orphant Annie"
James Whitcomb Riley

Friday, October 2, 2015

Beautiful October

"O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;

 October's Bright Blue Skies

Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.

Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away."

-Robert Frost

What could be more showy
Than pumpkins in the Fall?
And when you see a field of them,
Why that's the best of all!
"Pumpkins In The Fall"
-Margaret Peterson 

"Cast your care upon the Lord,

Who will give you support.
God will never allow
the righteous to stumble."
Psalm 55:23

Snow Geese Against The Sunset

A flock of geese soars by,
Seeking a warmer place;
Trees shed their Summer coats
And leave an empty space.

The blossom's petals fall,
To scatter on the ground
Long days will shorten soon-
And nowhere will be found
A trace of Summer's past
When all the world was green
And flowers filled the hills
As far as could be seen.

Now Fall will paint the earth
A warm and brilliant hue,
And the world will give birth
To another season new-

And so the seasons pass,
In a comforting cyclic way,
Each season a time for joy
And gratitude for every day.
"Season of Gratitude"
-Charlene Kaminski 

"For a sun and shield
is the Lord God,
bestowing all grace
and glory.

The Lord
withholds no good thing
from those who walk
without reproach."
Psalm 84:12

Oh, beautiful for spacious skies
And hearts that beat so free;
For purple mountain majesty
And love of family.

Oh, beautiful for ones who dream
And hills that never fade;
For hands that toil
and eyes that see
A country freedom made.

Oh, beautiful for fields of green
And souls of brotherhood-
For vastness of this special land
And grace and pride and good.

Oh, beautiful for sun and seas
That ever move and shine.
Be overjoyed and say the words-
Thank God for things so fine.
"Be Thankful"
- Joan Stephen

Autumn On The Prairie
Flint Hills, Kansas

"They speak of the splendor
of Your majestic glory,
tell of Your wonderful deeds."
Psalm 145:5

There's a rustling in walking
And a spryness in the step
At this turning of the seasons,
When the leaves are gold and red.

There's a crispness in the airwaves
And an apple butter scent,
Since Autumn flaunts its beauty
Now that Summer days are spent.

There's a mellowness pervading
That was absent days ago,
And a shriller note is sounded
In the calling of the crow.

The golden moon's more golden
The pumpkins have an orangey glow.
Autumn's curtain has been opened;
Autumn's putting on its show.
"Autumn's Showtime"
-Loise Pinkerton Fritz

"October Moonrise" 
 By Glenn Rudderow

"Giving thanks always
and for everything
in the name of
our Lord Jesus Christ
to God the Father."
Ephesians 5:20