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Stephen is such a sweet heart! His personality matches his appearance very well and I love to see him and play with him. October 6th is his first birthday and I’m completely amazed at how much a baby changes during that first year of life! And the year to come is pretty amazing too. These pictures are courtesy of my daughter Alice.

His big brother Nathan is not as keen at having his picture taken these days, so I include some artwork.  My favorite little alien, I guess! I’m looking forward to seeing him as a Ninja this Halloween.

Today is/would be my 39th wedding anniversary.

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Two Family Parties

Whenever all the cousins get together – from Michigan, Budapest, Pennsylvania and Ohio – we usually have a celebration of multiple birthdays. These photos come from two of those, one in August and one last weekend.  It’s such a joy for my generation to see all the children of our children! It’s also somewhat surprising that we are not any longer the young mothers and fathers putting on these events. But, to everything there is a season. And I feel very fortunate to be enjoying this one!

 

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Thoughts

Probably in too strange a mood today, and a bit ridiculous, but I find myself reflecting on Tennyson’s Ulysses, especially (though I am no ancient Greek hero! Well, ancient perhaps…. )this:

“I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this grey spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought…………………….

Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are……….”

 

The entire poem, Ulysses, by Alfred Lord Tennyson is below:

 

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vexed the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honoured of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers;
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this grey spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle —
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and through soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.

There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil’d, and wrought, and thought with me —
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads — you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
‘Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew

Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

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Distracted

I meant to have posted something new before this, and something more entertaining or interesting, but that’s the way it goes!

I’ve been spending lots of time in doctor’s offices and will continue to do so. It looks as though I’ll be getting double knee replacement in December, if all goes well.

It’s also the anniversary of my husband’s last illness and death four years ago and I see it still is a disturbing time of year for me.  But not as much as it used to be, and I find myself thinking about all the other people in the world who suffer terrible loss. That would be everyone who was ever lucky enough to love someone and lose them, most of us, I think.

But then, some of my other time has been spent babysitting and spending time with family. This weekend Emily & Co. will be here from PA for a triple birthday party for:

Márton who will be 6 on Sept 25th!

Sofia who turned 4 on Sept 8th!

Kristina who is turning 3 on October 1st!

Life goes on………I hope to have some photos to post from this.

 

 

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Sofia is Four!

Last Sunday Sofia celebrated her birthday again! She’s had a school birthday and a friends’ birthday and soon will have a family birthday in Ohio. Her dear Papa very kindly sent me pictures of her birthday with friends at home. Sofia and her Dad helped prepare for the party…Clara helped cleaning off the beater. There were delicious cupcakes and friends. There were gifts and a pinata! It was a happy day for sweet Sofia Maus who is four years old!

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Remembering 9/11 2001

It seems like quite a long time ago, so much has happened in my life since then.

But like most Americans, I remember terribly clearly where I was when I first began to realize what had happened.

I was beginning a Bible Study group at our church that morning, so I went to the Wellness Center to do my physical therapy in water early and leave for Holy Martyrs, the church we attended, named for Bishop Oscar Romero and the four young women who were murdered in El Salvador -Ursuline Sister Dorothy Kazel and Jean Donovan who was a close friend of a friend of mine, and two Maryknoll missionary sisters, Maura Clarke and Ita Ford. Another slaughter of the Innocents.  Dorothy Kazel and Jean Donovan were both from the Cleveland area where I grew up.

When I left the Wellness Center to drive to Weymouth I turned on the radio, the NPR station I listen to, and heard early reports of the plane flying into the first tower. On the way I heard the announcement of the plane flying into the second tower, and reports of a plane in the Cleveland Airport area which might be connected to the attacks as they now were beginning to be considered to be.  That plane was fight 93. I knew my daughter was going to Canada that day, for business, and was afraid she would be in the air. I didn’t have a cell phone at that time and no way to call Paul.

I tried to make sense of the horrors I was hearing.

When I arrived at Holy Martyrs everyone in the group was in shock. We all prayed together for a while and then decided to go home. Paul was working at home that morning and we turned on the TV and began to watch the terrible news from New York. I called Akro-Mills, the company where my daughter Alice was a project engineer and found out that she and a co-worker had driven to Canada and was given the number for the company she was going to visit. I called them, all the while watching the terrible images on the tv. Alice was not there yet and they promised to have her call me when she arrived.

The only bit of humor, rather dark as it was, came from Alice’s story of her arrival in Canada and description of the way she felt when told that her mother wanted her to call her. She was fairly new at her job and sensitive to anything which could make her grown-up status feel threatened. It turned out that she and her colleague had been listening to music the entire trip and had no idea what had been happening and she was deeply mortified that her mother had tracked her down on a business trip and wanted her to call! However, the Canadian woman they had come to see quickly explained why this day was not just another working day.  Very soon after Alice crossed the border it was closed, and I cannot remember how long it took for her to be able to return.

She will probably comment to correct something I’ve gotten wrong and can mention when the borders reopened.

We were all safe, though so many other people were not. It was a day of horror and heartbreak and unreality. I had never been aware of the reporter David Bloom but images of him in the chaos of New  York and the terrifying smoke roaring toward the people fleeing will always be with me. When he died as an embedded reported in Iraq I thought it heartbreaking as well.

There is so much emotion in all those memories.  My heart was so touched by expressions of sympathy from people in other countries and horrified at pictures of Muslim schoolboys in Pakistan apparently laughing with delight at the news. I pitied them so much for having been raised in a way that could make them rejoice over the deaths of innocent people. This does not represent true Islamic faith. It is just a perversion. I know this from being part of an interfaith group for peace in the middle east. My heart is heavy thinking of all the people who grow up being lied to.

But that is not what I wanted to post about today. I just wanted to share, as so many are, my memories of a day of National Tragedy. I’m not even going to talk about how I think this has changed America. Today I am just remembering.

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Summer’s Sweet End

How totally inept I am with pictures and wordpress, alas! And it doesn’t help that what one sees while composing is not the arrangement that will be visible after being published…..Here are a few pictures from Labor Day weekend at the cottage….Sofia enjoying her bike and the whole crew at Midway State Park which was wonderful. These are all photos sent me by my sil Ingmar. I did actually bring my camera, but it never made it out of my car this time around. And now the cottage is all closed for the winter and we’ll be back, God willing, next spring. The new carpet looks great and everyone, especially Ingmar, helped with tons of yard work. And there will be tons more in the spring. Life goes on!

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