MOLLIE'S MEADOW

Hello friends, you have just come into Mollie's Meadow. The sun is just rising in the sky, the grass is green, soft and lovely. It's a great place for a little frog to go jumping on a warm dew-kissed morning. I have named the meadow for my Nana. Her name was Mary Catherine but most folks called her Mollie. Since my name is Mary Catherine also, I decided to use this place to tell you about myself.

About Me

As you may have already guessed, I am not a real frog, worse yet, I don't even sing. I'm just a girl, to be honest I'm not really a girl either since my 50th birthday is so close I can almost touch it. I was born on March 23, 1949 in Manchester NH. I lived there with my parents, my sisters and my brother until I got married in l970 and moved to England for a short while. After returning to the USA, my husband and I purchased my parents house. My first son was born in 1972 while we were still living in Manchester. When he was around three years old we sold the house and moved to the small town of Weare, NH. My second son was born in 1978 while we were living there. By the time my youngest was ready for first grade, we had moved again. The little town was growing too fast for us. We went to Greensboro, VT. We stayed in Vermont for nine years, until the icy tempetures of winter prompted us to move south. We now live in Englewood, TN. My oldest son owns the house in Vermont, and my youngest son is still here with us, along with two shelties, two cats, a lot of collies, and a little mutt named Dumpy.

THE SINGING FROG IS BORN

Being brought up by a loving Catholic family, it would be silly for me to say I never heard of Jesus and didn't know he came here to save us by dying on the cross, but this was'nt really anything that I thought about very often. When we moved here to the bible belt, where it is not uncommon to encounter people who ask if you know Jesus, the person that asked me was not really impressed by my (I guess so attitude) and since I worked every day with the man, he just kept on witnessing each day. At first I thought he was a little crazy but rather than be rude and avoid him, I listened and realized just how uncrazy he was. I now can honestly say I know Jesus Christ. I guess I may never be the outgoing witness that my freind was, but I use my poetry to speak for me. I began by just passing out copies of what I have written to anyone I thought might need or enjoy them. I later decided to combine a group of them into a booklet. I had been working on it for some time but had not decided on a title, when I took a trip back to Vermont. My friend and former neighbor invited me to go to church with her. Due to a previous engagement , I could not attend, but that evening when expressing my regret for not being able to make it, her son said it was ok cause the frog didn't even sing. She then explained that her pastor had a frog puppet and told me about the frog singing "The old rugged cross" one Sunday morning when she noticed her son crying. I had found the title for my book. It would be called "The Frog Has To Sing".

THE FROG HAS TO SING

The Lord is our shepherd We are his flock He stands near our door Till we hear his knock He sends the same message To one and to all Just let your heart listen And you'll hear his call He says I am with you Please come follow me I'll save you from sin And set your heart free Just call out my name When you go astray And I will find somehow To show you the way It could be a whisper Or a voice deep and loud You might be alone Or part of a crowd Some feel an explosion Some hear a bell ring For some it's a song And the frog has to sing

THE LAMP OF THE LORD SERCHES THE SPIRIT OF MAN; IT SERCHES OUT HIS INMOST BEING.

Proverbs 20:27