Subj: Social whirlwind
Date: Thu Aug 31 00:04:32 EDT 2000
What a week it was.
Last Tuesday, Rebecca came by and we had a pleasant visit.
Wednesday evening, Erin and Louise made a surprise visit and about 15 minutes after they left, Bob and Margaret arrived for dessert, as scheduled. (That was an incredible evening, which I would like to write more about sometime down the road.)
Thursday night is always an UNsocial time for me, since that is the night John & Elsa see their communication coach and it is just me and the dolls & stuffies here at Squirrel Haven.
Sunday, we had another delightful surprise visit, this time from Cheryl, Dave & Candy.
Then, last night, Adriene, a delightful young friend of Elsa's (she is 26 and looks like she strolled right out of the '60s - not pretending to look that way, but really that way inside), came for supper.
The best was saved for last - a card AND e-mail letter from my granddaughter, Karen, filled with her energy. She wrote about several Hurstville gals, one of whom is in the USA (Colorado) and the other will be here soon, so they count as guests, too.
With all the energy and affection pinging around these walls, it is no wonder that Dave says he found me in better shape than he has in some time.
Oh - I reactivated my participation in an online discussion group that helps keep me on my toes.
Life is good.
Love from a night owl ~ Cyber Gram
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Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
MY OWN TRUE LOVE 01/01/01
Subj: my Own True Love
Date: Mon Jan 1 21:20:41 EST 2001
Pete, who is never far from my thoughts, has been constantly on my mind and in my heart over the past two days. You see, we met on New Year's Eve - Pete was an extra man brought by one of my best friends and her beau.
Not a New Year's Eve goes past without long and loving thoughts about that first night and every night thereafter.
My thoughts were also on Pete because of a letter from my #2 son that I came across yesterday morning in a drawer I rarely rummage through, one stuffed with photos and notes and memorabilia like graduation programs and clippings.
Mike wrote it almost seventeen years ago, just over nine years after Pete's death. It captures the Pete I loved so beautifully that I am taking the liberty of sharing parts of it with this list. Those of you who knew Pete will recognize him. For those of you who never knew my husband, this might give a glimpse of my OTL.
- - - - - - - - -
15/5/83 (May 5, 1983)
Dear Mother -
I just finished listening to the tape of Dad's service back in 1974... I realized by what Bishop Pendleton said that Dad was a great man. He was someone to be looked up to, because of his love for other people and not for himself. I am only sorry that I didn't take the time to get to know him better...
I think he (Mike's older brother, Peter) and I watched Dad seem to give his all and get little back. I know now how he got more than we ever realized. He was happy with life and found giving to others was worth more than fine gold. We look at success as getting material wealth, whereas Dad found his wealth in loving you, and us, and believing in the Lord. I hope I can do as much. And now his real success comes in meeting the Lord with B-Boy (Mike's younger brother, Ian), as we all must some day. I only hope that when I pass to the other world, I am remembered with as much love as the world has for my Dad. For you were lucky to have so much together and share in so many ways...
Love - Michael
- - - - - -
I felt Pete's presence so strongly as I read and reread that letter, a letter I have not seen for many, many years. It is interesting that it just happened to show up on New Year's Eve, of all days. A lovely bit of serendipity, don't you think?
Love and hugs to one and all, especially to Pete's friends and acquaintances and most especially to our grandchildren, Whitney and Chad, Reynolds, Scott and Kimberly, and Karen.
~ Mrs. Raymond Lewis Lockhart, ADPOI ~
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ADPOI - And Damn Proud Of It
Date: Mon Jan 1 21:20:41 EST 2001
Pete, who is never far from my thoughts, has been constantly on my mind and in my heart over the past two days. You see, we met on New Year's Eve - Pete was an extra man brought by one of my best friends and her beau.
Not a New Year's Eve goes past without long and loving thoughts about that first night and every night thereafter.
My thoughts were also on Pete because of a letter from my #2 son that I came across yesterday morning in a drawer I rarely rummage through, one stuffed with photos and notes and memorabilia like graduation programs and clippings.
Mike wrote it almost seventeen years ago, just over nine years after Pete's death. It captures the Pete I loved so beautifully that I am taking the liberty of sharing parts of it with this list. Those of you who knew Pete will recognize him. For those of you who never knew my husband, this might give a glimpse of my OTL.
- - - - - - - - -
15/5/83 (May 5, 1983)
Dear Mother -
I just finished listening to the tape of Dad's service back in 1974... I realized by what Bishop Pendleton said that Dad was a great man. He was someone to be looked up to, because of his love for other people and not for himself. I am only sorry that I didn't take the time to get to know him better...
I think he (Mike's older brother, Peter) and I watched Dad seem to give his all and get little back. I know now how he got more than we ever realized. He was happy with life and found giving to others was worth more than fine gold. We look at success as getting material wealth, whereas Dad found his wealth in loving you, and us, and believing in the Lord. I hope I can do as much. And now his real success comes in meeting the Lord with B-Boy (Mike's younger brother, Ian), as we all must some day. I only hope that when I pass to the other world, I am remembered with as much love as the world has for my Dad. For you were lucky to have so much together and share in so many ways...
Love - Michael
- - - - - -
I felt Pete's presence so strongly as I read and reread that letter, a letter I have not seen for many, many years. It is interesting that it just happened to show up on New Year's Eve, of all days. A lovely bit of serendipity, don't you think?
Love and hugs to one and all, especially to Pete's friends and acquaintances and most especially to our grandchildren, Whitney and Chad, Reynolds, Scott and Kimberly, and Karen.
~ Mrs. Raymond Lewis Lockhart, ADPOI ~
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ADPOI - And Damn Proud Of It
Sunday, August 29, 2010
"GENTLE" 11/05/00
Subj: “Gentle”
Date: Sun Nov 5 19:33:02 EST 2000
Elsa whisked me out of the house today, up to Newtown for breakfast at Pat's. We got there at the tag end of their serving hours, so we were seated at once. Our regular Saturday friends were there, which was a lovely surprise. They had their son and his son and baby daughter, too.
We were seated upstairs and they were seated down, so we did not talk to them a lot. The little boy, who I peg at around 2 1/2, came upstairs (two steps up is all) and was reverently touching some china objects on a very low table. His papa came up and I was very impressed by the young man, who looked down at his son and said in a very loving voice, "Gentle."
Not, "Don't touch." Not, "Be careful." He said just that one word, "Gentle." That positive, reinforcing message went straight to my heart.
After we finished up and headed out to the car, we saw our friends helping the young father get his children into his car. After he pulled out, his dad leaned against our car, his arm thrown over the roof and a hand on the passenger’s side door handle. He sort of looked like he thought it belonged to him, so Elsa said, "It's ours." thinking theirs was similar.
Oh, they had walked, he explained, then waited for me to get to the door, opened it for me, helped me in, said "Tuck in your foot" just like John or Elsa would, even fastened my seat belt. I was touched and surprised.
Elsa gave him a big hug and one to his wife. They talked a bit, then the couple headed out to State Street and home.
When Elsa got back in the car, I mentioned how floored I was by his tenderness. "And you didn't even see him crying," she replied.
It turns out that his mother - whom he misses every day - had the same sort of car and he was showing me the tender loving car he showed her.
Our Saturday breakfast outing brought home to a simple truth: we never know what impact we are having on others by just breathing, by driving a certain car, by showing the tender loving care of a son to a mother.
It was a good day. Best wishes to you all for a good night, with special blessing to Dick for being a loving son.
xoxoxox - Mum Lockhart
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Date: Sun Nov 5 19:33:02 EST 2000
Elsa whisked me out of the house today, up to Newtown for breakfast at Pat's. We got there at the tag end of their serving hours, so we were seated at once. Our regular Saturday friends were there, which was a lovely surprise. They had their son and his son and baby daughter, too.
We were seated upstairs and they were seated down, so we did not talk to them a lot. The little boy, who I peg at around 2 1/2, came upstairs (two steps up is all) and was reverently touching some china objects on a very low table. His papa came up and I was very impressed by the young man, who looked down at his son and said in a very loving voice, "Gentle."
Not, "Don't touch." Not, "Be careful." He said just that one word, "Gentle." That positive, reinforcing message went straight to my heart.
After we finished up and headed out to the car, we saw our friends helping the young father get his children into his car. After he pulled out, his dad leaned against our car, his arm thrown over the roof and a hand on the passenger’s side door handle. He sort of looked like he thought it belonged to him, so Elsa said, "It's ours." thinking theirs was similar.
Oh, they had walked, he explained, then waited for me to get to the door, opened it for me, helped me in, said "Tuck in your foot" just like John or Elsa would, even fastened my seat belt. I was touched and surprised.
Elsa gave him a big hug and one to his wife. They talked a bit, then the couple headed out to State Street and home.
When Elsa got back in the car, I mentioned how floored I was by his tenderness. "And you didn't even see him crying," she replied.
It turns out that his mother - whom he misses every day - had the same sort of car and he was showing me the tender loving car he showed her.
Our Saturday breakfast outing brought home to a simple truth: we never know what impact we are having on others by just breathing, by driving a certain car, by showing the tender loving care of a son to a mother.
It was a good day. Best wishes to you all for a good night, with special blessing to Dick for being a loving son.
xoxoxox - Mum Lockhart
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Saturday, August 28, 2010
23 DAYS TO GO 08/22/00
Subj: 23 days to go
Date: Tue Aug 22 21:17:40 EDT 2000
Some vital statistics about the Olympic torch, making its way around Australia:
* Days it will be on the run - 100 nationally/31 in New South Wales (NSW)
* Distance - 27,000 kilometres in Australia/5,393 kilometres in NSW
* Torchbearers - 10,000 nationally/3,141 in NSW
* Cities, towns and villages it will go through - 1,000 nationally/300 in NSW
* Official community celebrations - 180 nationally/61 in NSW (and countless unofficial celebrations)
reposted in sweet memory of KATHARINE REYNOLDS LOCKHART, by her scribe/daughter, Elsa Lockhart Murphy aka Deev, in celebration of the 5/14 centenary of Mom's birth
Date: Tue Aug 22 21:17:40 EDT 2000
Some vital statistics about the Olympic torch, making its way around Australia:
* Days it will be on the run - 100 nationally/31 in New South Wales (NSW)
* Distance - 27,000 kilometres in Australia/5,393 kilometres in NSW
* Torchbearers - 10,000 nationally/3,141 in NSW
* Cities, towns and villages it will go through - 1,000 nationally/300 in NSW
* Official community celebrations - 180 nationally/61 in NSW (and countless unofficial celebrations)
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Friday, August 27, 2010
WILD GEESE FLYING 09/11/2000
Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2000 22:21:19 EDT
Subject: Wild Geese Flying
That is the name of one of Ian's favorite books. It should not surprise me that John, who is so like Ian in many big and small ways, dearly loves wild geese. Elsa claims that he can hear any that fly within honk distance of Squirrel Run, even in his sleep.
The only time I have ever known John to get up at daybreak was last year, when he and Elsa went to the Churchville Nature Center several times, as the sky was just suggesting dawn, to watch the geese taking off from the little lake, hundreds and hundreds of them.
I rarely get to see the geese, although just hearing them can make me smile, too. It takes me too long to get to the door or the window from where I sit in the big chair in the living room. This morning, though, as I sat on my bed getting ready for the day, I heard the familiar honking coming from the south (probably the bit of a pond near by) toward the northeast and I looked out the window. There was a magnificent V of Canada geese, winging their way toward Langhorne. It was beautiful.
It felt like a special blessing from the Lord. I am having the first of two
cataract surgeries tomorrow, I am not sure on which eye. I had been dreading
it for some time and had sort of worked it so that other people would call it
off, but every obstacle was overcome and surgery is still set for tomorrow.
Yesterday I was very nervous and even afraid, but today I felt excited.
I believe that is the effect of the geese, realizing that after the surgery, if all goes as planned, I will have my wings back - I will be able to read again. I miss reading.
John is taking me - at 7:10 a.m. - to the hospital and will stay with me, the
dear lad. Elsa could not get off any time, due to a heavy work load. John is so sweet, he almost makes it sound like he is honored to take me -- John who normally gets to bed at 4:00 a.m. and gets up after noon.
It will be an adventure.
The geese I saw this morning are settled down somewhere and soon I will be doing the same.
Love to you all, especially to my loved ones in Hurstville and Loftus NSW - we are separated by as much distance as anyone can be, but my heart is very much with you, fired by The Torch and my love for you all.
Grandma Lockhart
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Subject: Wild Geese Flying
That is the name of one of Ian's favorite books. It should not surprise me that John, who is so like Ian in many big and small ways, dearly loves wild geese. Elsa claims that he can hear any that fly within honk distance of Squirrel Run, even in his sleep.
The only time I have ever known John to get up at daybreak was last year, when he and Elsa went to the Churchville Nature Center several times, as the sky was just suggesting dawn, to watch the geese taking off from the little lake, hundreds and hundreds of them.
I rarely get to see the geese, although just hearing them can make me smile, too. It takes me too long to get to the door or the window from where I sit in the big chair in the living room. This morning, though, as I sat on my bed getting ready for the day, I heard the familiar honking coming from the south (probably the bit of a pond near by) toward the northeast and I looked out the window. There was a magnificent V of Canada geese, winging their way toward Langhorne. It was beautiful.
It felt like a special blessing from the Lord. I am having the first of two
cataract surgeries tomorrow, I am not sure on which eye. I had been dreading
it for some time and had sort of worked it so that other people would call it
off, but every obstacle was overcome and surgery is still set for tomorrow.
Yesterday I was very nervous and even afraid, but today I felt excited.
I believe that is the effect of the geese, realizing that after the surgery, if all goes as planned, I will have my wings back - I will be able to read again. I miss reading.
John is taking me - at 7:10 a.m. - to the hospital and will stay with me, the
dear lad. Elsa could not get off any time, due to a heavy work load. John is so sweet, he almost makes it sound like he is honored to take me -- John who normally gets to bed at 4:00 a.m. and gets up after noon.
It will be an adventure.
The geese I saw this morning are settled down somewhere and soon I will be doing the same.
Love to you all, especially to my loved ones in Hurstville and Loftus NSW - we are separated by as much distance as anyone can be, but my heart is very much with you, fired by The Torch and my love for you all.
Grandma Lockhart
reposted with sweet memories of its author, KATHARINE REYNOLDS LOCKHART, by her scribe/daughter, Elsa Lockhart Murphy aka Deev, in celebration of the 05/14 centenary of Grandma Lockhart's birth
Thursday, August 26, 2010
...PETE'S BIRTHDAY 04/23/01
Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2001 22:17:02 EDT
Subject: Yesterday was Pete's birthday
Pete would have been 89 yesterday (I robbed the cradle). I felt his presence
especially close to me throughout the day.
Then, last night, something happened that made me feel him so near to me I could almost hear his voice and feel the touch of his hand. The classical music station started playing "Rhapsody in Blue." That was Pete's favorite piece of music. I could not believe when it started playing.
Sitting there in the big chair in the living room, I thought about one of my favorite newspaper cartoons, Family Circus. A running theme has to do with the grandparents, the grandfather who died several years ago. The cartoon will show the angel grandfather watching over the family and his beloved wife.
That is how it felt yesterday, like Pete was right there with me, only I hadn't the eyes yet to see him. What a lovely present from the birthday boy to his best girl.
Elsa called from work today and said, "Let's go out for supper tonight to celebrate Dad's birthday!"
The three of us had a lovely time - we went to Mike's Street Road Grill. It practically felt like a family celebration, since we used a gift certificate that Peter had given Elsa for Christmas. So, we celebrated my Pete while Elsa sprang for dinner using a gift certificate from our Peter. Our bill came to just $1.95 over the amount of the gift certificate. Not bad planning, especially since we all started with a drink (I had a lovely merlot) and John not only got the grilled salmon, he also got a side order of french fries and ice cream for dessert. A man after Pete's heart. Oh, and we ordered stuffed potato skins.
It was a just a few days ago that I confessed to Elsa that I had a craving for stuffed potato skins, with cheddar cheese and bacon and sour cream. That is exactly what we got tonight. Six well-stuffed skins arrived and we each ate two. John did not finish all of his and Elsa left a few morsels, but I ate every bite of mine.
I am a potato skin fan from way back. In the Reynolds-Lockhart house, when we had baked potatoes we'd scoop out the innards and throw it away, then butter up and eat the skins. Heavenly.
My favorite potato skin story begins with a Thursday night visit by Elsa and myself to Brittingham's. The group who were supposed to be playing that night had cancelled, leaving two very disappointed ladies. Then Elsa had a plan to salvage the evening - she suggested we go to Morley's in Norristown for a pint of Harp and a platter of their wonderful stuffed potato skins.
Well, Chris Morley was so surprised to see us show up on a Thursday, you could have knocked him over with a feather. While we were waiting for our skins to arrive, he could not resist coming over and asking what brought us there on a Thursday night. Elsa looked him straight in the eye and said, "Mom had a craving for your potato skins." Well, bless the dear girl. Not the whole truth, but the best version. After that explanation, which completely left out any mention of Brittingham's, I could do no wrong as far as Chris was concerned.
Morley's was a special place. When Elsa went for music and stayed late, Chris always saw her out to her car. People would sign $1 bills and Chris put them up on the walls, like wall paper. We took Gay (Pendleton) there and she gave him a $2 bill signed by Bill Simon. Dave and Candy had their $1 bills up and so did other friends we took over. Elsa said she had to mind her step at Morley's, what with the presence of family and friends looking over her!
I miss Morley's, which had great music, great owners and great food, but I am certainly glad to have experienced it - and enjoyed their outstanding stuffed potato skins.
With all this activity today - and with summertime-like weather (mid-80s today) - this Gramster is ready to head up the wooden hill. What a lovely way to fall asleep - with the taste of the potato skins just a memory away, Pete tucked away in my heart, and lovely thoughts of Chris and his crew.
Nite nite and God bless - Pete's Girl
reposted in sweet memory of its author, KATHARINE REYNOLDS LOCKHART, by her scribe/daughter, Elsa Lockhart Murphy aka Deev, in celebration of the 05/14 centenary of Pete's Girl's birth
Subject: Yesterday was Pete's birthday
Pete would have been 89 yesterday (I robbed the cradle). I felt his presence
especially close to me throughout the day.
Then, last night, something happened that made me feel him so near to me I could almost hear his voice and feel the touch of his hand. The classical music station started playing "Rhapsody in Blue." That was Pete's favorite piece of music. I could not believe when it started playing.
Sitting there in the big chair in the living room, I thought about one of my favorite newspaper cartoons, Family Circus. A running theme has to do with the grandparents, the grandfather who died several years ago. The cartoon will show the angel grandfather watching over the family and his beloved wife.
That is how it felt yesterday, like Pete was right there with me, only I hadn't the eyes yet to see him. What a lovely present from the birthday boy to his best girl.
Elsa called from work today and said, "Let's go out for supper tonight to celebrate Dad's birthday!"
The three of us had a lovely time - we went to Mike's Street Road Grill. It practically felt like a family celebration, since we used a gift certificate that Peter had given Elsa for Christmas. So, we celebrated my Pete while Elsa sprang for dinner using a gift certificate from our Peter. Our bill came to just $1.95 over the amount of the gift certificate. Not bad planning, especially since we all started with a drink (I had a lovely merlot) and John not only got the grilled salmon, he also got a side order of french fries and ice cream for dessert. A man after Pete's heart. Oh, and we ordered stuffed potato skins.
It was a just a few days ago that I confessed to Elsa that I had a craving for stuffed potato skins, with cheddar cheese and bacon and sour cream. That is exactly what we got tonight. Six well-stuffed skins arrived and we each ate two. John did not finish all of his and Elsa left a few morsels, but I ate every bite of mine.
I am a potato skin fan from way back. In the Reynolds-Lockhart house, when we had baked potatoes we'd scoop out the innards and throw it away, then butter up and eat the skins. Heavenly.
My favorite potato skin story begins with a Thursday night visit by Elsa and myself to Brittingham's. The group who were supposed to be playing that night had cancelled, leaving two very disappointed ladies. Then Elsa had a plan to salvage the evening - she suggested we go to Morley's in Norristown for a pint of Harp and a platter of their wonderful stuffed potato skins.
Well, Chris Morley was so surprised to see us show up on a Thursday, you could have knocked him over with a feather. While we were waiting for our skins to arrive, he could not resist coming over and asking what brought us there on a Thursday night. Elsa looked him straight in the eye and said, "Mom had a craving for your potato skins." Well, bless the dear girl. Not the whole truth, but the best version. After that explanation, which completely left out any mention of Brittingham's, I could do no wrong as far as Chris was concerned.
Morley's was a special place. When Elsa went for music and stayed late, Chris always saw her out to her car. People would sign $1 bills and Chris put them up on the walls, like wall paper. We took Gay (Pendleton) there and she gave him a $2 bill signed by Bill Simon. Dave and Candy had their $1 bills up and so did other friends we took over. Elsa said she had to mind her step at Morley's, what with the presence of family and friends looking over her!
I miss Morley's, which had great music, great owners and great food, but I am certainly glad to have experienced it - and enjoyed their outstanding stuffed potato skins.
With all this activity today - and with summertime-like weather (mid-80s today) - this Gramster is ready to head up the wooden hill. What a lovely way to fall asleep - with the taste of the potato skins just a memory away, Pete tucked away in my heart, and lovely thoughts of Chris and his crew.
Nite nite and God bless - Pete's Girl
reposted in sweet memory of its author, KATHARINE REYNOLDS LOCKHART, by her scribe/daughter, Elsa Lockhart Murphy aka Deev, in celebration of the 05/14 centenary of Pete's Girl's birth
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
A MOTHER'S BILL of RIGHTS 06/10/00
Subj: A Mother's Bill of Rights
Date: 6/10/00 9:30:10 PM Eastern Daylight Time
I have read my fair share of books and articles about relationships, personal responsibility and parenting. What with Mother's Day and all, now's a good time to share something from a book by Dr. Charney Herst about enriching and repairing the bond between parents and adult children. Here is Dr. Herst's "Mother's* Bill of Rights"
"I have the right...
> ...to be treated with respect
> ...to control my own life as long as I can
> ...to an explanation of my children's feelings ~ I cannot intuit their thoughts
> ...to be sad or angry without hiding my feelings to protect my children
> ...to say no
> ...to reminisce and be sentimental
> ...to talk to my children about my problems. I do not expect them to provide solutions, just listen
> ...to buy nice things and go places
> ..to my own opinions. I do not expect my children to agree with all of them
> ...to miss my children. It does not mean I want to control them
> ...I have the responsibility to respect each of my children and to grant them the same right I expect for myself."
My thank to Dr. Herst. Blessings on you all - Ma Lockhart
* I think it applies to Dads, too
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Date: 6/10/00 9:30:10 PM Eastern Daylight Time
I have read my fair share of books and articles about relationships, personal responsibility and parenting. What with Mother's Day and all, now's a good time to share something from a book by Dr. Charney Herst about enriching and repairing the bond between parents and adult children. Here is Dr. Herst's "Mother's* Bill of Rights"
"I have the right...
> ...to be treated with respect
> ...to control my own life as long as I can
> ...to an explanation of my children's feelings ~ I cannot intuit their thoughts
> ...to be sad or angry without hiding my feelings to protect my children
> ...to say no
> ...to reminisce and be sentimental
> ...to talk to my children about my problems. I do not expect them to provide solutions, just listen
> ...to buy nice things and go places
> ..to my own opinions. I do not expect my children to agree with all of them
> ...to miss my children. It does not mean I want to control them
> ...I have the responsibility to respect each of my children and to grant them the same right I expect for myself."
My thank to Dr. Herst. Blessings on you all - Ma Lockhart
* I think it applies to Dads, too
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