Recently, our community lost a young man in a most horrific way. He was killed while walking home from work and there is no reason to suspect that this was anything other than a random act of violence. While the police search for a reason for his murder, the greater community is left feeling scared and wondering why.
The pain of this loss is so real… perhaps because I am the mother of a child who is the same age as the young man who died, or maybe it’s because I am the mother of an eighteen year old young man who is fearless… or it might be because I share the same birthday as the decedent.
Our community has experienced an unthinkable tragedy and we are trying to do the best we can to understand this unfathomable event and come together. Though there is little that I can do to change the course of what has happened, I wanted to do something to help the mother of the man who was killed. And all that I could think to offer was a quiche… something that might offer her nourishment when she needed it. It seems like such a small gesture but what I want her to know most of all is that I am so very sorry for her loss.
Many years ago, Barbara asked me to join a book club that she was starting. I’d never been in a book club before but I was pleased to be asked and soon I was reading new books each month with titles such as “Perfume”, “Maisie Dobbs”, and “The Number One Women’s Detective Agency.” In that book club I met a few new friends: Anita, Teresa, and Janet. My husband called it a wine club but we women knew differently. It was a chance for us to talk about things other than our jobs, or our families, and we relished the chance to do so.
About the same time Barbara also invited me to join the Ashland Elks. That was about eight years ago and that introduction helped to foster friendships with people such as Polly, Pat, Berniece and Rhonda. All of these people are amazingly selfless individuals that do so much for the community (especially our veterans) and I am very honored to be a part of this fraternal organization.
Today I made a Pumpkin Cheesecake Pie for Barbara. When I showed up at her office, her assistant wanted to take the pie to her but I asked to deliver it myself. I wanted to personally recognize Barbara for inviting me into the Elks and for including me in her book club. I really do appreciate the gestures of friendship that she extended and want to offer my sincerest thanks to her for reaching out to me. I am truly richer for these experiences.
Sometimes when I write these posts, I must keep the details of the recipients lives private so that I may protect their identity, even though I might still want to convey how remarkable I feel that they are. That is the case with today’s couple. What they do for the patients in their practice, and for the members of the community, goes far beyond what is required.
They are the kind of folks that “do the right thing” simply because it is the right thing to do. As I searched for the words to describe my admiration of them, this Bible verse kept coming to mind:
“I was hungry and you fed me, I was thirsty and you gave me a drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me.”
These words say to me that this couple helps others regardless of who is in need or what that need might be. We are so fortunate that they have chosen to live and work in our town.
This evening I brought a warm Apple Pie to their office to thank them for their devotion to their patients and for the compassionate service that they extend to us all.
As you may recall, I love to go to yard sales. For me it is as much a social outing as it is a chance to find a bargain. Most Saturdays during the summer I will stop by at least one or two sales, but usually by late Fall, they have all but disappeared from the scene. That’s why I was surprised to get a call from a friend with news of a sale in our part of town.
My friend told me that a well respected family in our neighborhood was selling their possessions and preparing to move out of the country. This family has been a strong and vital part of our community for the last decade and the parents have been involved in the schools and supported extra curricular activities. In fact, they have done everything possible to give their children every opportunity to succeed. Both of their children rank at the top of their class academically and they are also amazing musicians. And their daughter, who recently graduated from high school, was granted a full scholarship to college.
I am very sad to see our community lose such a great family and sorry for the upheaval that they are going through. But knowing what I do about them, I am certain that they will find success wherever they go. And perhaps if we are lucky, they will return to our little town. With that wish in mind, I brought them a warm Apple Pie this afternoon. It was sent with love and my best wishes for a new beginning.
“Neither rain, nor sleet, nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds”
Many years ago, I spent some time working as a letter carrier for the U.S. Postal Service in New York City. During that time I met some very interesting people and enjoyed becoming familiar with the streets of Manhattan. I also learned a few things that I might not have otherwise learned. For example, I learned how to drive a one-ton mail truck, and how to parallel park that same truck using store windows as my guide.
Maybe it is because I spent time wearing that blue uniform that I make an effort to show appreciation for the work that postal employees do. After all, six days a week (at least for now) they deliver precious cargo: letters from friends and family, money and gifts, and all sorts of other things. Those items that we receive remind us that we are not forgotten; that someone, somewhere is thinking about us. For some people, getting their mail is the best part of the day.
Today is Black Friday and it is the beginning of a very trying time for the staff at the post office, the busy holiday season. During these next few weeks people will be heading to the post office in droves and I know that I’ll be among them. And so, this afternoon I brought a Pumpkin Pie covered with whipped cream to the men and women of our local post office to let them know that I appreciate what they do for all of us.
Thanksgiving is a day when we give thanks for what we have been given… and, it goes without saying that we who live in this land of opportunity, have much to be thankful for. At this moment, I am grateful that my daughter is home with us finishing her degree (in accounting) and I am thrilled that my son survived a potentially life-threatening accident in Minnesota. I dare not ask why we are so fortunate… for there seems to be no rhyme or reason for our luck.
This morning I had a busy schedule: I was asked to make biscotti, two pies and three dozen rolls for friends. In addition, I was to make two dozen rolls for dinner and an appetizer for the party that we were invited to. That seemed like a lot to accomplish this morning… but somehow I managed.
And still there was the “pie a day” recipient to think about. But since I’d seen him a few days ago, it was not hard to determine who “he” was.
Buff is an amazing man. He is a talented musician… he is concerned and considerate uncle… and he has been a tremendous influence on the men in his family. They have learned from him what it means to be a man.
Today, I sent Buff a Pecan Pie to acknowledge all of the guidance that he has given to his family and friends… and to thank him for his strength of character. We are truly blessed to have him in our lives.