The pandemic has certainly altered the ways that mentors and mentees are able to connect but those relationships continue to blossom. I've heard of, or participated in, many fun activities: game night, cooking lessons, crafting and more. Last Friday night was no exception.
Nine mentor/mentee pairs came together for a fiercely competitive and boisterous trivia night!
Lots of dancing...
Joe Newman was back in our news again. (I hope you recall this gentleman I introduced you to last spring who, at age 107, drove a cherry red Mercedes convertible he purchased from his dentist.) Celebrating his 108th birthday January 13, he was tracked down by the Sarasota Herald-Tribune staff for an interview regarding current events and history. Newman participated in a video interview from the retirement home he shares with his 100-year-old partner, Anita.
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A brief recap from three blogs that I posted in October. My Polish history has been shrouded in mystery. Many years ago, I was told that my Grandfather had only one brother and that they both immigrated to America around 1905, I was not able to identify his brother. Then around 2014 while visiting my cousin on Polish Hill in Pittsburgh, he suggested that we go through a box of my Aunt Theresa’s (my Dad’s youngest sister) memorabilia together. We discovered a letter from a “Mrs. John Lesh” in Lorain, Ohio inviting my Grandfather to his nephew’s wedding over Labor Day...
Grey
Many more grey-sky days than sunny. At least fifty shades.
Peter Yoder disdains a blue sky in his paintings. I look at the sky regularly, day and night, and enjoy cloud-gazing, thunder-storm roiling bulges, and sunsets that distribute unpaintable variations. A good sunset, often delightfully enhanced by air pollutants, spreads a continuum of dark to lighter greys to subtle and fleeting thin greens and a reach of hues of oranges and reds against a backdrop of fading shades of blue. Then comes the horizon’s...
Due to the frequency of Zoom, I’ve been opting for phone calls for one on one conversations. I often throw on my coat and go for a walk while talking, a nice change from sedentary computer-ing. We’re fortunate to live by a public walking path in the woods, right behind a police depot which borders our property to the north.
Last Wednesday afternoon I did just that. The cool air and brisk walk were refreshing, and it was a good phone conversation. I got in several laps. My hands got a bit cold with no gloves, but alternating which hand got frozen while holding the phone helped...