QueenGnome's Domain
Welcome the fruit of my gnomes.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Happy 38th Anniversary Mom and Dad

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY! HAPPY ANNIVERSARY! HAP---PY ANNIVERSARY!!!!
MAY GOD BLESS YOU WITH MANY MORE YEARS TOGETHER!!!
We thank God everyday for the wonderful parents he gave us!
Love from,
Nancy, Barb, Teresa & Eddie, Jim & Ann Marie, Aurelia & Frank, Kim, Emily & Ron, Tony, Vince & Patty, Ikuyo, Debz, All your grandkids and greatgrandkids
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Who Am I?
I was born in Corbie, France. At age 21 I began to follow the Third Order Rule and became an anchoress, a woman walled into a room whose only opening was a window into a church. I left my cell in 1406 in response to a dream directing me to reform the Poor Clare's. I founded seventeen convents. I was renowned for my sanctity, ecstasies, and visions of the Passion, and prophesied my own death in my convent at Ghent Belgium.
Good Luck!
Love All Ya All,
Barb
The answer is St. Colette: Three cheers to Debz for getting it right!!!!
Good Luck!
Love All Ya All,
Barb
The answer is St. Colette: Three cheers to Debz for getting it right!!!!
Friday, December 18, 2009
'Twas the night before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone, in a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney with presents to give, and to see just who in this house did live.
I looked all about, a strange sight I did see, no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by mantle, just boots filled with sand, on the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.
With medals and badges, awards of all kinds, a sober thought came through my mind.
For this house was different, it was dark and dreary, I found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly.
The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone, curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home.
The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder, not how I pictured a United States soldier.
Was this the hero of whom I'd just read? Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?
I realized the families that I saw this night, owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight.
Soon round the world, the children would play, and grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas Day.
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year, because of the soldiers, like the one lying here.
I couldn't help wonder how many lay alone, on a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home.
The very thought brought a tear to my eye, I dropped to my knees and started to cry.
The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice," Santa don't cry, this is my choice;
I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more, my life is my God, my Country, my Corps."
The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep, I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours, so silent, so still and we both shivered from the cold nights chill.
I didn't want to leave on that cold dark, night, this guardian of honor so willing to fight.
Then the soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure, whispered, "Carry on Santa, it's Christmas day, all is secure."
One look at my watch, and I knew he was right.
Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night.
Love All Ya All,
Barb
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Who am I?
I became famous for miracles, ecstasies, and supernatural gifts, particularly the gift of levitation, all reported by numerous reputable eyewitnesses. I was accused of seeking publicity. I was sent to a secluded friary, but my fame spread all over Europe. I had daily supernatural manifestations until my death there on September 18. I am the patron of air travelers and pilots.
Good luck!!!!
Love All Ya All,
Barb
The correct answer is St. Joseph of Cupertino: Three cheers to nephew James for getting it right!!!
Good luck!!!!
Love All Ya All,
Barb
The correct answer is St. Joseph of Cupertino: Three cheers to nephew James for getting it right!!!
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Monday, December 07, 2009
Who Am I?
I was canonized a saint on July 31, 2002. I walked 15 miles a day to attend Mass. I lived a simple life as a weaver, farmer, and laborer. Pope John Paul II called me the "talking eagle" because my native name is Cuauhtlatoatzin. I deeply loved the Holy Eucharist, by special permission of the Bishop I received Holy Communion three times a week, a highly unusual occurrence in those times. My feast day is really soon!
Good Luck!
Love All Ya All,
Barb
The correct answer is: Saint Juan Diego, Three cheers to nephew James for getting it right!!!
Good Luck!
Love All Ya All,
Barb
The correct answer is: Saint Juan Diego, Three cheers to nephew James for getting it right!!!