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Photo Insert Register $60

Custom Photo Cover Laser Printed Pages,

therefore the book becomes a family keepsake

Flower cards are collected and placed in the provided envelope for safe keeping

Burgundy Register $40 Original Aspen Artwork Laser Printed Pages,

therefore the book becomes a family keepsake

Flower cards are collected and placed in the provided envelope for safe keeping

Variety of Personalized Register Books

Patriotic Register Book Acknowledgement Cards

& Memorial Folders Flower cards are collected

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Register Books

Custom aspen art work

Unlimited supply of general acknowledgement cards.

Minister acknowledgement

Bearer acknowledgements

All with envelopes

$45

Acknowledgement Cards

Memorial Folders

$95 setup and design

$35 per 100 - Black and white (inside printing)

$40 per 100 - Color (inside printing)

Custom Memorial Folders

4 ¼” wide by 5 ½” tall - Custom photo on front

Custom text or photo inside

$105 Setup and design

$75 per 100 – Color photo outside/text inside

$100 per 100 – Color photo outside/Color photo and text inside

In Loving Memory of

Jane Cynthia Doe February 4, 1942 – January 1, 2005

Custom Memorial Bulletins

In Loving Memory of

Jane Cynthia Doe

February 4, 1942 – January 1, 2005

5 ½” wide by 8 ½” tall (full page folded once)

Five (5) color photos

Life story or custom text and service information inside

$135 setup and design

$100 per 100

Front

Inside

Back

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow;

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain:

I am the gentle autumn's rain.

When you awaken in the morning hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there; I did not die.

Before Jane Cynthia Doe’s arrival on the picture book publishing scene, fairytales and fables dominated the world of illustrated

stories. But Margaret, or Brownie as her friends often called her, brought flair to writing for children that other authors have

yet to match. Hundreds of stories and poems poured out this beautiful, dashing young woman whose social circle included

the wealthy and famous, royalty and American aristocracy. The stunning green-eyed blonde who penned the future of

children's literature was as fascinating a character as any pajama-clad talking bunny she created on paper.

Even now, over forty years after her sudden and unexpected death, those who comprised her inner circle still speak of her

enormous creative powers as true genius.

She attributed her success to being able to reach down into the soul of the child that still lived within her and bring it to life. Considering the meagerness of words required by children's writing, Margaret's ability to express these childhood issues

in beautiful and touching, but sparse verse was rare. She wrote with the then "new" idea that children would rather read about their own lives instead of fairytales and fables. This approach, dubbed the "here and

now" philosophy, was created and tested at the Bank Street Experimental School in New York City. There, under Lucy Sprague Mitchell's tutelage, Margaret encouraged children to swap stories with her. In that special writing laboratory,

she communicated with children about what they wanted to read and the problems they faced. She often brought illustrators into kindergarten classes to draw in front of the

young, but discerning audience. She got a feel for the accuracy small minds require and the creative eyes within these small bodies, and began to write

stories with this first-hand knowledge at the center of her work. Mrs. Mitchell credited

Margaret with giving the "here and now" philosophy artistic wings. Within a few short years dozens of Doe’s

books reached bookstore shelves, with dozens more in the publishing pipeline. Brownie said the stories wouldn't stop

flowing. She woke up with a "head full of stories" and by the time she could scribble them down more ideas would pour in. She

kept six publishers busy with her prolific output and created pen names to keep from flooding the market with Margaret Wise

Brown titles. Golden MacDonald, Juniper Sage, Kaintuck Brown and Timothy Hay were among the nom de plumes she used.

In Loving Memory Of

Jane Cynthia Doe DATE OF BIRTH

February 4, 1942

Riverton, Wyoming

DATE OF DEATH January 1, 2005

Durango, Colorado

SERVICES Hood Mortuary Chapel

Wednesday, January 3, 2005 at 10:00 a.m.

OFFICIATING Pastor Jim Stevens

ARRANGEMENTS BY HOOD MORTUARY

Verse Selections for Memorial Folders

The Twenty-Third Psalm

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:

he leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the

paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the

shadow of death, I will fear no evil:

for thou art with me; thy rod and

thy staff they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me in

the presence of mine enemies:

thou anointest my head with oil;

my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me

all the days of my life: and I will dwell

in the house of the Lord forever.

God hath not promised

skies always blue

Flower-strewn pathways

all our lives through;

God hath not promised

sun without rain

Joy without sorrow,

peace without pain.

But God hath promised

strength for the day,

Rest for the labor,

light for the way,

Grace for the trials,

help from above,

Unfailing sympathy,

undying love...

Treasured Seasons For everything there is

an appointed season. And a time for everything

under heaven- A time for sharing,

a time for caring, A time for loving,

a time for giving, A time for remembering,

a time for parting.

You have made

everything

beautiful in its time,

For everything You do

remains forever.

O' Divine Master, grant that

I may not so much seek

To be consoled as to console;

To be understood as to

understand;

To be loved, as to love; for

It is in giving that we receive.

It is in pardoning

That we are pardoned.

It is in dying that we are born

to Eternal Life.

ST. FRANCIS OF ASSISI

Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star

and one clear call for me!

And May there be no moaning of the bar,

when I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

too full for sound and foam,

When that which drew from out

the boundless deep

turns again home. Twilight and evening bell,

and after that the dark!

And may there be no sadness of farewell

when I embark; For tho' from out our bourn

of time and place

the flood may bear me far,

I hope to see my Pilot face to face

when I have crossed the bar.

Alfred Tennyson

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills,

from whence cometh my help.

My help cometh from the Lord

which made heaven and earth.

The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is the shade upon thy right hand.

The sun shall not smite thee by day

nor the moon by night.

The Lord shall preserve thee from

all evil: He shall preserve thy soul.

The Lord shall preserve thy going out and

thy coming in from this time forth, and even

for evermore.

Psalm 121

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Verse Selections for Memorial Folders

FOOTPRINTS

One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the LORD. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand; one belonging to him, and the other to the LORD.

When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.

This really bothered him and he questioned the LORD about it. "LORD", you said that once I decided to follow you, you'd walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed you most you would leave me. The LORD replied, "My precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you."

Author unknown

COWBOY’S PRAYER

O Lord, I've never lived where churches grow;

I've loved creation better as it stood.

That day you finished it, so long ago,

And looked upon your work and called it good.

Just let me live my life as I've begun!

And give me work that's open to the sky;

Make me a partner of the wind and sun,

And I won't ask a life that's soft and high.

Make me as big and open as the plains;

As honest as the horse between my knees;

Clean as the wind that blows behind the rains;

Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze.

Just keep an eye on all that's done and said;

Just right me sometime when I turn aside;

And guide me on the long, dim trail ahead---

That stretches upward towards the Great Divide.

Badger Clark

In my Father's house

are many mansions;

if it were not so,

I would have told you.

I go to prepare

a place for you.

And if I go

and prepare a place for you,

I will come again,

and receive you unto myself;

that where I am

there you may be also.

John 14: 2-3

Lord's Prayer

Our Father, who art in heaven.

Hallowed be thy name;

Thy kingdom come;

Thy will be done on earth,

as it is in heaven;

Give us this day our daily bread;

And forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those

who trespass against us;

And lead us not into temptation;

But deliver us from evil;

For Thine is the kingdom,

and the power, and the glory,

for ever and ever. Amen.

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow;

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain:

I am the gentle autumn's rain.

When you awaken in the morning hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there; I did not die.

FISHERMAN'S

PRAYER

I pray that I may live to fish

until my dying day,

And when it comes to my last cast,

I then most humbly pray,

when in the Lord's great landing net

and peacefully asleep,

that in His mercy I be judged

BIG ENOUGH TO KEEP!

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Prayer Cards

2 ½ wide x 4 ¼ tall – Choose from pre-printed, or custom

$45 per 50 cards

Prayer for all the Faithful Departed

O God, Creator and Redeemer of all the faithful, grant to the souls of your servants

departed full remission of all their sins, that, through the help of devout

supplications, they may obtain the pardon of which they have always been desirous.

Who livest and reignest, world with out end. Amen.

PRAYER OF ST. FRANCIS OF ASSISI

Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love;

where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where

there is darkness, light; and where there is sadness, joy. O, Divine Master, grant that I may not

so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to

love; for it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying

that we are born to eternal life.

O Gentlest Heart of Jesus

O gentlest Heart of Jesus, ever present in the Blessed Sacrament, ever consumed with burning love for the

poor captive souls in Purgatory, have mercy on the soul of thy departed servant (mention name here).

Be not severe in Thy judgment, but let some drops of Thy Precious Blood fall upon the devouring flames, and do

Thou, O Merciful Savior, send Thy angels to conduct Thy departed servant to a place of refreshment, light and

peace. Amen.

May the souls of all the faithful departed through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.

23rd

Psalm

The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth

me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His

name' sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: For thou

art with me; Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the

presence of mine enemies; Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over. Surely goodness

and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.

Crucifix

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