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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Sunday, August 29, 2010
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)
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
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
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
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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Monday, August 23, 2010
HIGHLAND MISTS
Subj: Highland Mists
Date: 5/20/00 4:03:55 PM Eastern Daylight Time
When I got up this morning, there was a light rain, more of a heavy mist than a drizzle. The house was quiet, Elsa having left at 7:00 a.m. for a craft lesson in Reading on beading bobby pins, barretts and hair ties.
Sitting at my big-armed chair with a cup of coffee and a raisin cinnamon role, I went through the piles of letters that seem to spring up on, over and around the coffee table. Sifting my way through, I came across a flyer for the Fairhill (MD) Highland Gathering, being played today. Looking out at the weather, it seemed to me perfect weather for Scottish Games.
Between Pete's Scottish bloodlines and my Welsh ancestry, a lot of Celtic corpuscles pump through my childrens' hearts.
Mimmy suggested going to our first Scottish gathering, the Delco Scottish Games held at the Devon Horse Show Grounds. That must have been over 25 years ago. I remember how stirring the massed bands were - and how baking hot it was under a blazing summer sun.
On the opposite end of the barometric scale, the three of us headed down several times in early December to Alexandria VA's Scottish Walk, a long drive but well worth it.
One summer about 15 years ago, Elsa and I took in three (3) Scottish Games - in Fairhill in May, in Alexandria in July (we even stayed overnight, but that's another story), and in Pipersville (PA) in the fall.
The Fairhill Games are held on a large meadow; the ones in Alexandria took place on a high school campus, with the massed bands parading in the stadium; the Pipersville Games - the smallest by far of the lot - were held in a glen.
I loved the games in Pipersville best of all and can still see & hear & feel the band as it came the hill toward us at the bottom of the glen. It was a rare perfect moment.
Recently, it was delightful to see Lyt Patterson, Whitney's paternal grandfather, at her wedding fully kilted out in his clan's tartan and to watch her walk up the aisle on Peter's arm as a bagpiper played several stanzas of "Highland Cathedral."
What is it about the swirl of bagpipe music and the swing of a kilt that stirs my blood? I hope this Ancient One gets to see another Highland Gathering, to hear the thrill of bagpipes at least one more time.
My goodness, all these memories stirred from a misty, moisty morning.
Love to my dear laddies & lassies - Grammie Kay
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 Grammie Kay's birth
Date: 5/20/00 4:03:55 PM Eastern Daylight Time
When I got up this morning, there was a light rain, more of a heavy mist than a drizzle. The house was quiet, Elsa having left at 7:00 a.m. for a craft lesson in Reading on beading bobby pins, barretts and hair ties.
Sitting at my big-armed chair with a cup of coffee and a raisin cinnamon role, I went through the piles of letters that seem to spring up on, over and around the coffee table. Sifting my way through, I came across a flyer for the Fairhill (MD) Highland Gathering, being played today. Looking out at the weather, it seemed to me perfect weather for Scottish Games.
Between Pete's Scottish bloodlines and my Welsh ancestry, a lot of Celtic corpuscles pump through my childrens' hearts.
Mimmy suggested going to our first Scottish gathering, the Delco Scottish Games held at the Devon Horse Show Grounds. That must have been over 25 years ago. I remember how stirring the massed bands were - and how baking hot it was under a blazing summer sun.
On the opposite end of the barometric scale, the three of us headed down several times in early December to Alexandria VA's Scottish Walk, a long drive but well worth it.
One summer about 15 years ago, Elsa and I took in three (3) Scottish Games - in Fairhill in May, in Alexandria in July (we even stayed overnight, but that's another story), and in Pipersville (PA) in the fall.
The Fairhill Games are held on a large meadow; the ones in Alexandria took place on a high school campus, with the massed bands parading in the stadium; the Pipersville Games - the smallest by far of the lot - were held in a glen.
I loved the games in Pipersville best of all and can still see & hear & feel the band as it came the hill toward us at the bottom of the glen. It was a rare perfect moment.
Recently, it was delightful to see Lyt Patterson, Whitney's paternal grandfather, at her wedding fully kilted out in his clan's tartan and to watch her walk up the aisle on Peter's arm as a bagpiper played several stanzas of "Highland Cathedral."
What is it about the swirl of bagpipe music and the swing of a kilt that stirs my blood? I hope this Ancient One gets to see another Highland Gathering, to hear the thrill of bagpipes at least one more time.
My goodness, all these memories stirred from a misty, moisty morning.
Love to my dear laddies & lassies - Grammie Kay
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 Grammie Kay's birth
Sunday, August 22, 2010
POO-POOING POSTERITY 05/18/00
Subject: poo-pooing posterity
Date: 5/18/00 10:10:15 PM Eastern Daylight Time
I heard someone at the party refer to my nocturnal postings as "for posterity." I aoubt it - people will little note nor long remember what I have written on these electronic pages.
Why do I write? Because I miss the sense of connection that was as natural as breathing back in my younger days, when all of my neighbors were people I knew going back generations and when I hoof it to the grocery store (at Heath's, then Soneson's Store), to BA post office, my childrens' schools, and even two (2) train stations.
One of my children recently brought to my attention the possibility that most people would not interested in my ramblings. Going one step further, even I know that you may have more e-mail than you know what to do with.
Please do not hesitate asking me to take you off the list, without prejudice, as they say in the courts. You will always be in my heart and that is what matters.
So much for this posterity nonsense. I am enjoying the here & now far too much.
Nite-nite and God bless - CyberGram (as JPR says)
in an unusual digression from the norm, am including some responses to Mom's 5/18 posting...
Date: Fri, 19 May 2000 08:13:36 EDT
Subject: Re: Mindwalkers - poo-pooing posterity
Dear Mrs. Lockhart I check my mail every day now. I love listening to you.
I feel very privileged to be on your list I sometimes feel like a voyeur which comes with the privilege. I have always felt that you are such a wonderful human being, and now to share this stage of your life is a gift that help me to love my grandparents even more.
How I wish my mother was still alive and doing what you are doing now. No one ever thought of it though and so we lost out. you are a wonderful women and I am so pleased to call you my friend. Thank you ME Peggy
From: DJN
Subject: Re: WOMEN: Mindwalkers - poo-pooing posterity
Dear Kay,
I, for one, do not find your stories boring or out of line. And, yes, I hope someone IS keeping hard copies of your messages (privately, of course).
One of our most intriguing and useful sources of information about times gone by are diaries kept by women who never expected anyone would read them. These women certainly did not consider themselves history-writers! But the view of the world at that time is invaluable to our understanding of the reality of that time.
So please don't take me ff your list - I'm prompted to think, to reflect, to enjoy, by your postings.
Date: Fri, 19 May 2000 08:37:14 -0400
From: MYG
Subject: Re: Mindwalkers - poo-pooing posterity
Dear Aunt Kay,
Please do not take me off your e-mail list. I love hearing from you even thought I don't respond very often. I know that Est feels the same way.
Your messages are wonderful! E-mail is a great way to stay in touch even though we are separated by space.
Your party was memorable! May you have many more.
Love,
M & B
Date: Fri, 19 May 2000 10:13:27 -0400
From: GRC
Dear, Dear Grammie Kay--
Every day when I come in to my office and turn on my computer, I wait happily for the latest installment from Mindwalker. For those of us who share your need to connect with the past, these wonderful memories you have are a treasured gift.
I have always believed that those of us who do not have the opportunity to share in the memories and wisdom of our elders are so much the poorer for it. It is part of the Lord's order, that these things be passed on. Thank heavens for email, which makes it so accessible, when we are bound to our homes by work, business, or infirmities.
I love stepping back in time to an earlier Bryn Athyn, an earlier world, with your memories. It satisfies my need to time travel!
It is my sincere hope that the only thing that will stop these wonderful messages will be when Mindwalker makes the Final Journey. Until then, don't hesitate to believe that there are many of us for whom your messages are a wonderful way to start
the day.
Those who don't want to share can just hit the delete button! I doubt there are many of us.
I look forward to your next message. G
Date: 5/18/00 10:10:15 PM Eastern Daylight Time
I heard someone at the party refer to my nocturnal postings as "for posterity." I aoubt it - people will little note nor long remember what I have written on these electronic pages.
Why do I write? Because I miss the sense of connection that was as natural as breathing back in my younger days, when all of my neighbors were people I knew going back generations and when I hoof it to the grocery store (at Heath's, then Soneson's Store), to BA post office, my childrens' schools, and even two (2) train stations.
One of my children recently brought to my attention the possibility that most people would not interested in my ramblings. Going one step further, even I know that you may have more e-mail than you know what to do with.
Please do not hesitate asking me to take you off the list, without prejudice, as they say in the courts. You will always be in my heart and that is what matters.
So much for this posterity nonsense. I am enjoying the here & now far too much.
Nite-nite and God bless - CyberGram (as JPR says)
in an unusual digression from the norm, am including some responses to Mom's 5/18 posting...
Date: Fri, 19 May 2000 08:13:36 EDT
Subject: Re: Mindwalkers - poo-pooing posterity
Dear Mrs. Lockhart I check my mail every day now. I love listening to you.
I feel very privileged to be on your list I sometimes feel like a voyeur which comes with the privilege. I have always felt that you are such a wonderful human being, and now to share this stage of your life is a gift that help me to love my grandparents even more.
How I wish my mother was still alive and doing what you are doing now. No one ever thought of it though and so we lost out. you are a wonderful women and I am so pleased to call you my friend. Thank you ME Peggy
From: DJN
Subject: Re: WOMEN: Mindwalkers - poo-pooing posterity
Dear Kay,
I, for one, do not find your stories boring or out of line. And, yes, I hope someone IS keeping hard copies of your messages (privately, of course).
One of our most intriguing and useful sources of information about times gone by are diaries kept by women who never expected anyone would read them. These women certainly did not consider themselves history-writers! But the view of the world at that time is invaluable to our understanding of the reality of that time.
So please don't take me ff your list - I'm prompted to think, to reflect, to enjoy, by your postings.
Date: Fri, 19 May 2000 08:37:14 -0400
From: MYG
Subject: Re: Mindwalkers - poo-pooing posterity
Dear Aunt Kay,
Please do not take me off your e-mail list. I love hearing from you even thought I don't respond very often. I know that Est feels the same way.
Your messages are wonderful! E-mail is a great way to stay in touch even though we are separated by space.
Your party was memorable! May you have many more.
Love,
M & B
Date: Fri, 19 May 2000 10:13:27 -0400
From: GRC
Dear, Dear Grammie Kay--
Every day when I come in to my office and turn on my computer, I wait happily for the latest installment from Mindwalker. For those of us who share your need to connect with the past, these wonderful memories you have are a treasured gift.
I have always believed that those of us who do not have the opportunity to share in the memories and wisdom of our elders are so much the poorer for it. It is part of the Lord's order, that these things be passed on. Thank heavens for email, which makes it so accessible, when we are bound to our homes by work, business, or infirmities.
I love stepping back in time to an earlier Bryn Athyn, an earlier world, with your memories. It satisfies my need to time travel!
It is my sincere hope that the only thing that will stop these wonderful messages will be when Mindwalker makes the Final Journey. Until then, don't hesitate to believe that there are many of us for whom your messages are a wonderful way to start
the day.
Those who don't want to share can just hit the delete button! I doubt there are many of us.
I look forward to your next message. G
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