Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2000 22:14:35 EST
Subject: Wonderful Sunday
I am exhausted, but happily so.
This afternoon, my nephew Bob Ripley from California stopped by for lunch. I kept feeling like pinching myself, it seemed so incredible that he was really sitting across from me. It was hard to let him go. 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 me about the upcoming surgery.
Elsa represented 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 - 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 flew out just for the service, 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 days events were over, then the phone ran. Elsa handed it to me with sparkle in her eyes. I was hornswoggled to hear Carolyn Heldon on the line - all the way from Australia! Between the three of us, we must have talked for well nigh an hour. Carolyn sounded like she was next door, rather than a world away. Thank you, dear 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
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