About 6 months ago my brother, John, told me about the book "Reclaiming Conversation" by Sherry Turkle. Our daughter, Leah, asked me in October what I wanted for Christmas and I said I wanted this book by Sherry Turkle. So, for a Christmas gift she gave me this book and I read it from cover to cover. It is about our current society where many people hide behind their cell phone screens possibly for a good chunk of time each day and think they are conversing with other people. Most of them are only temporarily connected (NOT conversing) and some of them, sadly, have not...
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After much waiting and anticipation the day has finally arrived. It took an incredible amount of work by a group of dedicated people. It faced numerous unforeseen obstacles. But we can finally be at peace knowing it’s here. A major transition in our collective life.
I’m talking of course about the arrival of our Voices Together hymnals, which will be delivered to the church building today.
And, oh yeah, it’s inauguration day in the US, which is also a big deal.
At the intersection of these two occasions is the experience of liturgy. Liturgy is a central practice...
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...