WONDERFUL SUNDAY Feb 20, 2000

Subject: Wonderful Sunday

I am exhausted, but happily so.

This afternoon, my nephew Bob Ripley from California stopped by for lunch. Bob came all the way from his home near Sacramento for the memorial service of a classmate and good friend, Lawrence Behlert.

I kept feeling like pinching myself, it seemed so incredible that Bob was really sitting across from me. It was hard to let him go. When he left for the service, I stood at the door and waved until he was out of sight.

Even before he had stood up to make his good byes, daughter-of-my-heart Leslie Adams was at the door. We had a lovely visit. Leslie is a nurse, so she had a few words of caution to give about the upcoming surgery.

Elsa wasn’t home during Leslie’s visit. She was off representing the Lockharts at Lawrence’s service. She brought home an audio tape. It made my heart stop to hear Tommy Rose opening the Word. An Alden Roader! Elsa said that Tommy's talk made the cathedral feel as if was a side yard on Alden Road, with a whiffle ball game in progress. She ran through what seemed like a litany of Alden Roaders from the late '50s/early '60s who were there - Johnny and Janis Peck, Debbie Heldon, Marty and Diana DeCharms, Sig Soneson, Lew & Effie Grubb, Diana Echols, Annette Henderson, Lark Pitcairn, Braden Bostock. (Bob R., who attended high school in our hometown, counts as an honorary Alden Roader, based on his many stays at our house.) If Tommy's talk is typical of what our NC ministers deliver these days, our church is in very good and loving hands. It was warm, real and unforgettable.

Around eight-ish, I thought the day's events were over, then the phone ran. Elsa handed it to me with surprised look on her face and a sparkle in her eyes. I was hornswoggled to hear Carolyn Heldon on the line - all the way from Australia! We must have talked for well nigh an hour. She sounded like she was next door, rather than a world away. Thank you, Carolyn, granddaughter-of-this-delighted-grandma's heart!

My love to you all. It is time to "go up the wooden hill" & so to bed ~ Grammie Kay

Reposted by Elsa (Deev) Lockhart Murphy in celebration of the 100th birthday of its original poster, Katharine Reynolds Lockhart (aka Mom – Mum – Gocky – Nan – Aunt Kay – Kay – Grammie – Grammie Kay – Gramster – Katie - Cossie – KRL), whose brief brief but sweet spate of online postings to a circle of friends pre-dated blogging. She is gone, but her postings live on!