Puff the Magic Dragon
A song about the loss of
childhood innocence



Yeah... Puff, the magic dragon,  
Lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist 
In a land called Honah Lee.

Little Jackie Paper  
Loved that rascal Puff,
And brought him strings
and sealing wax  
And other fancy stuff.

  Together they would travel
On a boat with billowed sail. 
Jackie kept a lookout perched
On Puff's gigantic tail. 

Noble kings and princes
Would bow whenever they came, 
Pirate ships would lower their flags
When Puff roared out his name.

A dragon lives forever,
But not little girls and boys.
Painted wings and giant rings
Make way for other toys.

One grey night it happened,
Jackie Paper came no more
And Puff that mighty dragon,
He ceased his fearless roar.

His head now bent in sorrow,
Green scales fell like rain,
And Puff no longer went to play
Along that cheery lane.

Without his life-long friend,
He could not be brave,
So Puff that mighty dragon
Sadly slipped into his cave.

Oh, Puff, the magic dragon
Lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist
In a land called Honah Lee















 






Ms. June....



was born, schooled, married (for 44 years) and birthed a
daughter and son in the grand old state of  Maine, and
migrated to California in 1976, eventually making
her home in Apple Valley in 1995.

During her career she served a large church as  associate
pastor for 12 years, participated in a weekly radio show,
presented health and nutrition seminars in the community,
hosted years of major Christian concerts, produced plays,
edited and wrote newsletters and newspaper articles,
and taught “Cooking for Health” classes.

After five years with the City of Santa Monica working with City
Council and the management team for the Third Street Promenade,
a three city block outside shopping mall by the beach, she turned to
taking care of seniors in 1996 as a seasoned Executive Director.
She has continued  that career choice for 12 years in Santa Monica
and the High Desert area. Her knowledge of state regulations and
eye for design allows her to consult with senior homes and assist
them in growing a successful business.  As a graphic designer, she
creates brochures,flyers, business cards, newsletters, book covers
and CD covers for clients. She is now designing websites.
What you are looking at is an example!

She and her new husband Ray (pastor, musician and song-
writer),  co-wrote, designed and produced a Christian CD on
line in 2007, and two more in 2008 and 2010. 
June published a book of poems and short stories in 2003 and
has a new book of poems that came out in 2009.
They also conduct Sunday church services for Alzheimer’s
facilities each week, and entertain musically in the community
at large, weekly and on special occasions and holidays.

Around the holidays, Ms. June opens her collection of china cups
and tea pots, lots of silver and lace, and puts on full course
high teas for seniors and their families. She also sets up her
private collection of a lighted, New England Christmas village
in senior homes for the community to enjoy. It fills 24 feet of
tables and is a joy to behold! It   was featured in a High Desert
front page story of the local newspaper, The Daily Press, in 2007.

Ms. June’s philosophy in life is to pay great attention to detail
and to the remembrance that you only have one chance to make
a first impression..she always tries to make it a good one! 

As Hallmark cards said so many years ago (with a slight change
in grammar),  “When you care enough, you will give your very
best." And you will be blessed.  May God bestow that blessing                      upon you as you strive to serve Him daily!



A poem by my favorite author
Billy Collins

You Reader

I wonder how you are going to feel
when you find out
that I wrote this instead of you,

that it was I who got up early
to sit in the kitchen
and mention with a pen

the rain-soaked windows,
the ivy wallpaper,
and the goldfish circling in its bowl.

Go ahead and turn aside,
bite your lip and tear out the page,
but, listen - it was just a matter of time

before one of us happened
to notice the unlit candles
and the clock humming on the wall.

Plus, nothing happened that morning -
a song on the radio,
a car whisling along the road outside -

and I was only thinking
about the shakers of salt and pepper
that were standing side by side on a         place mat.

I wondered if they had become friends
after all these years
or if they were still strangers to one       another.

like you and I
who manage to be known and unknown
to each other at the same time -

me at this table with a bowl of pears,
you leaning in a doorway somewhere
near some blue hydrangeas,
reading this.




On your way to Wonderful, you're going to have to pass through All Right.  and when you get to All Right, take a good look around and get used to it. 'cause that may be as far as you're going to go." 
Bill Withers


Visit Ms. June's craft studio site at
www.msjunesstudio.com









Ray and June Crawford
Married on
07-07-07 at 7:07:07 o’clock
On  Saturday, the 7th day
(That's seven 7's)

"There is no more lovely, friendly and charming relationship, communion or company than a good marriage. "
Martin Luther

"Our marriage has always been a 50-50 proposition ,
with the possible exception
of closet space."
Gene Perret

"That quiet mutual gaze of a trusting husband and wife is like the first moment of rest, or refuge from a great weariness or a great danger." 
George Eliot


Truth from a child's story!

"What is Real?" asked the rabbit one day. 
"Does it mean having things that buzz
inside you, and a stick out handle?"

"Real isn't how you are made," said the
Skin Horse, "it's a thing that happens to you. 
When a child loves you for a long time, not
just to play with, but really loves you,
then you become Real. 
It doesn't happen all at once."
said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a
long time....Generally, by the time you are Real,
most of your hair has been rubbed off, and
your eyes drop out and you get loose joints and
very shabby.  but these things don't matter at
all, because once you are Real, you can't be ugly,
except to people who don't understand."

Margaret Williams
from The Velveteen Rabbit


If you would like to read the Velveteen Rabbit, click this button and
scroll down and click Title and scroll to the book title to read on line.
It is a free download.
You can also read The Secret Garden.
Two of my favorites!


So many of our beloved children's stories that we
grew up with, read to our children and then went on to
read to our grandchildren, really teach us some rather
startling lessons on life. Lessons in such a simple,
  way, that many of us miss them. 

I taught Sunday School and worked with children for
many years and have four grandchildren of my own,
so childrens stories have always been dear to me.
I find that many of them are quite profound
in their reality. 

The Velveteen Rabbit was one I think I relate to
more that I am getting older.  If you have never
read it, or if it has been many years since you
read it, please download a free copy and
enjoy it in your quiet time.

Another story that I have read to groups old and
young and also taught a woman's bible study around,
is The Giving Tree.
Although you can read that book on line, it is read
so much more tenderly when you see it
with the illustrations. 


One of my old favorite reading spots








Winnie the Pooh is not just a "silly old bear."
Winnie the Pooh stories teach children important lessons about life.
Revisit your childhood with these adorable Winnie the Pooh quotes.

Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to
watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly
know everything there is to be known.

You can't help respecting anybody who can spell TUESDAY, even if
he doesn't spell it right; but spelling isn't everything. There are days
when spelling Tuesday simply doesn't count.

Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.

Nobody can be un-cheered with a balloon.

A bear, however hard he tries, grows tubby without exercise.

I am a bear of very little brain, and long words bother me.

Just because an animal is large, it doesn't mean he doesn't want
kindness; however big Tigger seems to be, remember that he wants
as much kindness as Roo.

Promise me you'll never forget me because if I thought you would
I'd never leave.

If the person you are talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient.
It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.

I used to believe in forever, but "forever" is too good to be true.

A little consideration, a little thought for others, makes all the difference.

Don't underestimate the value of doing nothing, of just going along,
listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering.

If you live to be 100, I hope I live to be 100 minus 1 day, so I never
have to live without you.

If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together.
There is something you must always remember.
You are braver than you believe,
stronger than you seem, and
smarter than you think.
But the most important thing is,
even if we're apart...
I'll always be with you.

If there ever comes a day when we can't be together keep me in
your heart, I'll stay there forever

It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult
words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?"

You can't stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come
to you. You have to go to them sometimes.

When late morning rolls around and you're feeling a bit out of sorts,
don't worry; you're probably just a little eleven o'clockish.

People who don't think probably don't have brains; rather,
they have grey fluff that's blown into their heads by mistake.


Winnie the Poohxt.





At that time the disciples came to Jesus, saying, “Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?” And calling to him a child, he put him in the midst of them and said,

“Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.

“Whoever receives one such child in my name receives me, but whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a great millstone fastened around his neck and to be drowned in the depth of the sea.

Matthew 18:10-14

See that you do not despise one of these little ones. For I tell you that in heaven their angels always see the face of my Father who is in heaven. What do you think? If a man has a hundred sheep, and one of them has gone astray, does he not leave the ninety-nine on the mountains and go in search of the one that went astray? And if he finds it, truly, I say to you, he rejoices over it more than over the ninety-nine that never went astray.

So it is not the will of my Father who is in heaven that one of these little ones should perish."

Matthew 18:1-6, 10-14  

have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth. 3 John 4

Adaption of Colossians 1:28, 29
We proclaim Christ, admonishing and teaching our children with all wisdom, so that we may present all of our children perfect in Christ. To this end we labor, struggling with all his energy, which so powerfully works in us, their parents.

Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,
the fruit of the womb a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
are the children of one's youth.
Blessed is the man
who fills his quiver with them!
He shall not be put to shame
when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.

Grandchildren are the crown of the aged,
and the glory of children is their fathers.

Proverbs 17:6 

Train up a child in the way he should go;
even when he is old he will not depart from it.

Proverbs 22:6  


My granddaughter
Alexandra 2009


On Children

While we try to teach our children all about life,
Our children teach us what life is all about.
Angela Schwindt


Youth is a wonderful thing. 
What a crime to waste it on children. 
George Bernard Shaw

There was never a child so lovely
but his mother was glad to
get him to sleep. 
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Children seldom misquote. 
In fact, they usually repeat
word for word what you
shouldn't have said. 
Author Unknown

What is a home without children? 

Henny Youngman



Ms. June and sister Bana 1945

"Therefore, let us pursue the things which make for peace and the things by which one may
edify another." 

Romans 14:19

Dean and I  1962
.
Chris and I 1987
R.J. and Callahan
2005
Alexandra and I 2004
The children in my life!
1962-2010
Jennifer and I 1968

THE CHILDREN'S HOUR
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


Between the dark and the daylight,
When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day's occupation,
That is know as the children's hour.

I hear in the chamber above me
The patter of little feet,
The sound of a door that is opened,
And voices soft and sweet.

From my study I see in the lamplight,
Descending the broad hall stair,
Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra,
And Edith with golden hair.

A whisper and then a silence:
Yet I know by their merry eyes,
They are plotting and planning together,
To take me by surprise.

A sudden rush from the stairway,
A sudden raid from the hall!
By three doors left unguarded
They enter my castle wall!





They climb up into my turret
O'er the arms and back of my chair;
If I try to escape, they surround me,
They seem to be everywhere.

They almost devour me with kisses,
Their arms about me entwine,
Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen
In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!

Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti,
Because you have scaled the wall,
Such an old mustache as I am
Is not a match for you all?

I have you fast in my fortress
And will not let you depart,
But put you down in the dungeon
In the round-tower of my heart.

And there will I keep you forever,
Yes, forever and a day,
Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
And moulder in dust away!
Dean 1964
Jennifer  1970
Our wedding cake
that I decorated


All in the Golden Afternoon



Thus grew the tale of wonderland:
Thus slowly, one by one,
Its quaint events were hammered out -
And now the tale is done
And home we steer a merry crew
Beneath the setting sun


All in the golden afternoon
Full leisurely we glide;
For both our oars, with little skill,
By little arms are plied,
While little hands make vain pretense
Our wanderings to guide.


Alice! A childish story take,
And, with a gentle hand,
Lay it where Childhood's
dreams are twined
In Memory's mystic band,
Like pilgrim's wither'd wreath of flowers
Pluck'd in a far-off land.




Alice in Wonderland is not just
any ordinary child fiction.
This classic story is full of
philosophy, and truisms.

The absurdity of the plot is
enthralling; but the underlying message leaves a lasting
impression.


The Secret Garden

is perhaps the story that  I remember
as one I related to personally
as a child.

It tells an inspirational tale of transformation and
empowerment.
Mary Lennox, a sickly and
contrary  little girl, is orphaned
to dim  prospects in a gloomy
English  manor - her only friend
is a bed-ridden boy named Colin
whose prospects may be
dimmer than hers.

But when Mary finds
the key to a Secret Garden,
the magical powers of
transformation fall
within her reach.















In every real man a child is hidden
that wants to play. 
Friedrich Nietzsche


Happy is he who still loves something he
loved in the nursery: 
He has not been broken in two by time;
he is not two men, but one,
and he has saved not only his soul but his life. 
G.K. Chesterton


The great man is he who does not lose
his child's-heart. 
Mencius, Book IV


So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood
can always flare up again within us. 
Gaston Bachelard


When I grow up I want to be a little boy. 
Joseph Heller, Something Happened, 1974


I wish I didn't know now
what I didn't know then. 
Bob Seger, "Against the Wind"


Every child is an artist. 
The problem is how to remain an artist
once he grows up. 
Pablo Picasso









" It is never too late to have a happy childhood."

Tom Robbins
.
“Don't part with your illusions.
When they are gone
you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.”

Mark Twain


You are listening to Puff the Magic Dragon,
written by Leonard Lipton, a 19-year-old
Cornell University student
.
Ms. June at
three years old

CHILDREN


One of the most beloved poems on Home.

The Lord has blessed me with wonderful little cottages
and some very beautiful spacious homes
over these many years.  I wanted to share this poem
and a few pictures of our home in Apple Valley. 


Home Sweet Home 


  Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;
A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there,
Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!

An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain;
Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again!
The birds singing gayly, that come at my call --
Give me them -- and the peace of mind, dearer than all!
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!

I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild,
And feel that my mother now thinks of her child,
As she looks on that moon from our own cottage door
Thro' the woodbine, whose fragrance shall cheer me no more.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!

How sweet 'tis to sit 'neath a fond father's smile,
And the caress of a mother to soothe and beguile!
Let others delight mid new pleasures to roam,
But give me, oh, give me, the pleasures of home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!

To thee I'll return, overburdened with care;
The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there;
No more from that cottage again will I roam;
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet, home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!

John Howard Payne



Front Foyer
  Living Rm, Rays Piano, Stairs to Media Loft