David and Jean St.Clair

Children:  Top:  Becky.  Bottom:  Linda, Billie Dee,        Grandchildren:  Daniel, Kevin, David, Deana,            Great Grandchildren:  Dawson, Rylan, Lee,

                 and Marie.                                                                                Jean, and Karen                                                                  Jerilyn, and Angela             

I must first thank God from whom all blessings flow.  He blessed me by giving me the best grandma a grandson could ask for.  This page is dedicated to my grandma, Jean St.Clair.  I started this company with her in mind and am so happy that she was a part of its start and saw the company grow into a success.  She has always been the most important person in my life.  It is her Constant Love that made me who I am today and inspired my company and its name.    

         The fruit of the spirit is love, joy, peace,                                                Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does ot boast, it is not proud.

        patience, kindness, goodness, faihfulness,                                               It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record

        gentleness, and self-control.  Against such                                               of wrongs.  Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.  It always

        things there is no law.                                                                               protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.... then we shall see

                                                                                                                          face to face.....the greatest of these is love.

                                                          
My final days with grandma were on a Caribbean cruise.                                       The cross and promise after grandma passed

We got off the ship and spent the day walking the boardwalk.                             away that appeared in the morning sunrise.

We then left the boardwalk to walk in the sand. 

"You walked with me, Footprints in the Sand...."

A Poem written by Kris and Dave, Jean's grandchildren

 To Grammy With Love                                           7-28-09

You have been my inspiration

A precious gift from God above

You embody every attribute

 Galations 5, the first of which is Love.

To each person you have mattered

Always filled with joy and peace

Your patience has been amazing

Your kindness did not cease.

If goodness was a medal

Then faithfulness would be by its side

Your life was marked by your

Gentle spirit

In the Lord you did abide.

The last of these is self-control

Some could only say

Was one of your greatest gifts

For the rest of us you would pray.

These are the fruits of the spirit

In each of them you were true

These words are written with love

My so long gift to you.

Galations 5:22-23

  A Psalm for My Sister      

O Lord, I thank You for sisters.

Sisters are people you grow up with;

They are there to take care of you when you are little

and someone to travel with and enjoy each other’s company when older.

I thank You, Lord for sister You gave me.

She was a “mother” to me when I was twelve.

She taught me a lot of things the year I lived with her:

how to do laundry, dishes, baking, cleaning and baby-sitting.

She was always there to help when things were scarce for my children.

She was like that for years, supplying our aunt’s needs, too.

Yes, Lord, she had a loving and giving heart.

Her home was always open for whatever purpose,

Whether it was to feed someone, or a place to stay.

She would sleep on the couch or the small love seat

and give up her bed to someone who had unexpectedly dropped in.

Lord, she was precious to us in many ways.

She was like the Proverbs 31 lady,

working late into the night to tend to her family’s needs

and preparing for the next day, always thinking of others.

In her later years, she was a wonderful guest to have in my home.

She really loved the warm desert winters,

floating in the swimming pool with her “noodle” under her arms.

We reminisced many hours of our childhood days:

people that have long ago gone on to be with You,

the Methodist church we attended, houses in our small town,

country roads, foods that were grown in our garden,

picnics we had, trips to Daddy’s trap-shooting matches;

all those family things.

Lord, uppermost in my memories is the

celebration of our Savior’s birth last year,

our first Christmas together in sixty-one years.

Just the two of us.

Now she is celebrating in heaven with our Lord and Savior.

What a day of rejoicing she has had,

and she will be there to greet me and others of her family

when we all get to heaven.

Thank You, Lord, for my sister!

                                                                 — Marie Scruggs. August 9, 2009

                            Jean St.Clair and her sister Marie.

This website was made possible by 

the love and donations made in

Jean St.Clair's name.