Did you know that besides Frank Sinatra, Hoboken was home to Stephen Foster AND Edgar Allan Poe? Lillian Russell was married here in the 1800’s, and my family arrived from Germany in 1846. My grandpa George Eugene Sipple played for the Knickerbocker baseball team. Remember this town is only one mile square! Can you imagine? So much history!
Sincerely,
Claire B.
I don’t know what you are thinking
And if it affects my life
Only God knows where your heart is
If it’s filled with peace or strife.
I can pray that you’ll remember
To uplift and aid the weak
Most are the Lord’s helpless children
Lacking voice to beg or speak.
In this life we are mistaken
To believe we’re all alone
No one knows our destination
Is the path of grass or stone?
I can wait another lifetime
Hoping soon to find release
In pursuit of God and wisdom
Seeking His eternal peace.
Am I correct in believing that Brokaw called my era the “ Greatest Generation” ? ( My mother bought me that book.) I spent more than 76 years of my life in “ incredibly “ close proximity to my mom, she was my “hero” ! I miss her everyday and live by the simple rules she valued. In German it was : Kirche, Kinder, Kochin, “loosely” translated into … God, family, duty ! Not a bad goal.
Sincerely,
Claire B.
I’m mesmerized by falling rain
It splatters on my window pane
And sings a tune I need to hear
It sounds like music on my ear,
It means my garden now can thrive
And soon God’s blessings will arrive.
You cannot know the joy I feel
Or how much ache this show will heal,
The beauty that a garden brings
With scented breath on fragile wings,
In truth this vision states somehow
God loves me, thats enough for now!
Claire V. Bogdanos 