Welcome to P.S. Annie!

This blog is titled in honor of my great-grandmother Annie Black Gunter. My name, Suzanne, was chosen because my daddy wanted to honor his grandmother and her sister Suzie. It is a tribute to all who have gone on before me.

It is titled P.S. because, after the good-byes are said and the leaving is done, there's always just one more thing that I meant to say. So, this blog is a depository for things left unsaid, much like the P.S. at the end of a letter.

PS Annie! is a blog about family and life. As I dig deeper still into my own family history, there will be more genealogy-themed posts. For fun, I also participate in various memes and linkies. I appreciate your feedback very much.

I hope that you enjoy your visit here!

Your sis in Christ,

PS! All comments will be responded to via the blog and, on occasion, via e-mail. I am a faulty human and may miss responding sometimes or be very late in responding. Please forgive me for that. I do appreciate each comment and visit very much!

20 April 2014

A to Z April Challenge: 3rd Week Recap

I hope that you're all having a very blessed Easter Sunday!

The A to Z April Challenge started on April 1 and goes until the end of the month. The goal is to post each day during the month, with breaks on Sundays. Each day has a letter assigned to it, ultimately going through the entire alphabet.

The first week included the letters A, B, C, D, and E. The second week included the letters F, G, H, I, J, and K. The third week had the letters L, M, N, O, P, and Q.  Tomorrow, the week starts off with R and ends with W.

Here are links to this past week's A to Z April Challenge posts:

April 14: A to Z April Challenge: L is for Love

April 15: A to Z April Challenge: M is for Music

April 16: A to Z April Challenge: N is for Neighbors

April 17: A to Z April Challenge: O is for Off-key

April 18: A to Z April Challenge: P is for Poetry

April 19: A to Z April Challenge: Q is for Quotes

19 April 2014

A to Z April Challenge: Q is for Quotes

There is a quote out there for just about every occassion.

Today I am sharing some I have enjoyed
over the years and a few I have just recently discovered.

“Grow old with me, the best is yet to be.” Robert Browning
“Honesty is the first chapter in the book of wisdom.” Thomas Jefferson

Note: If you click the images, you'll be taken to the pages where I got the quotes and images.

18 April 2014

A to Z April Challenge: P is for Poetry

I love to read different types of poetry. I also enjoy writing it. The ones that I think are the best are those that come straight from the heart, but following a prescribed format or formula for a particular style can be fun, too.

In this post, I will share some of my own poetry as well as links to some of my favorite poems written by other, more well-known poets.

This is one that I wrote years ago to mark Easter:


A sweet little babe, born that silent night,
A sacrifice born, that we might see Light.
Two loving hands nailed to a tree,
A crown of thorns He bore for me.
Blistered and beaten, brutally maimed
OH! For my sins, I am so ashamed!

I lift my heart to you, my God, in praise,
And worship you in these our last days.
For my shame no longer must I bear,
It was taken from me as He hung there.
The most supreme Gift you have given to me,
When Your blessed Son was nailed to a tree.



Oblivion sounds good to me.
I would love to get away from me for a long while.
But where ever I go, I seem to follow me.
Maybe if I leave after dark, I will not see where I went.
The dark is so intriguing.
I would love to go for a walk in the pale moonlight.
But it is so scary, what is hiding around the corner?
Maybe if I walk long enough, I will escape the terror.

The sunrise is so beautiful.
I love the changing colors, the lavender, ambers and corals.
But even with the light of the sun, the fear is still there.
Maybe, just maybe, this is the day that it goes away.

For when I breathe, I hope.


Down for the Count

If I stop to count my sufferings,
The list is oh so long.
And at the time I do not notice
The blessings going strong.
On the one hand, the pain is so great,
Tears make the only sound.
On the other hand, the blessings wait
Where grace and love abound.
In the greater scheme of things,
The pain is pretty small
When I stop to count the blessings
From the Father to us all.


Not all of my poems are happy or optimistic. Being faced with death as often as I have been over the last twenty+ years, many of them are me trying to work through a deep depression and grief. Sometimes a happy one pops in there. Sometimes I had to do a poem by the rules just to be able to write something that didn't leave me in tears. Here is one of those:

What I Think Of

When you look at me everything’s in sync
All is right in Heaven, all on earth divine
You are what I think of when I don’t want to think.

At the fountain of your love I want to drink
The heat of your body pressed against mine
When you look at me everything’s in sync.

Your love has turned my heart from black to pink
Souls once separate now eagerly entwine
You are what I think of when I don’t want to think.

Playfully you turn to me; your eyes give me that wink
The laughter comes easily, to happiness I will resign
When you look at me everything’s in sync

Your heart, your hands they hold me close to the brink
This growing bond between us, our baby, love enshrined
You are what I think of when I don’t want to think.

There is no way around it, you are my missing link
With you I’ll stay forever, other offers will decline
When you look at me everything’s in sync
You are what I think of when I don’t want to think.


My Heart is Yours

My heart is yours
As you wrap your arms around me
My heart is yours
Everything else just fades away
You are the future that I see
Always you are a part of me
My heart is yours.

The above poems are ©1993-2014 Suzanne Gunter McClendon.


Links to some of my favorite poems:

The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
Paul Revere's Ride by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

I found this one on the search for links to my favorite poems. It seems to me a happy poem. Wouldn't it be fun to dance with the daffodils, or any other flower?

The Daffodils by William Wordsworth

Do you enjoy poetry? Who are your favorite poets? What is your favorite poem?

17 April 2014

A to Z April Challenge: O is for Off-key


Many of us want to sing, but that is the feedback we get when we try. "You're off-key." "You can't carry a tune in a tin bucket!" (Who could?) Our hearts are full of song, but discouragement from others often puts a lid on it. We're afraid to sing where others can hear us because we can't bear to hear those words one more time.

Where in the Bible does it say to make a beautiful noise? It says "make a joyful noise". I think if we make that joyful noise, then Heavenly Father will hear our hearts and it will be beautiful to the only One that truly matters in the end.

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