November 22, 1963

November 22, 2013

Just after lunch, in Mrs. Chilton’s class. Sixth grade, East Greenbush, New York. My mother was a teacher in a different classroom that day. My father was a broadcaster in Albany. Thanksgiving was just a few days away.

Just after lunch, our principal, Mr. Crosby, who was always prone to looking very serious when he was making a joke (which we students loved about him) came into the classroom, looking extremely serious indeed. We wondered what the joke might be…maybe something to do with Thanksgiving. He simply asked that we stay calm. The President had been shot. We looked at him, and each other, as if to say, “That’s not funny, Mr. Crosby!” That year, TVs were placed in the rooms because it made it possible for classes across the state to view the same programs at the same time. In those days it was called “Educational TV”. The TV was turned on to Walter Cronkite. The lights in the room were turned off. After the news became official, we went home. Some of us went on busses, many went home with parents. For some reason , I went home on the bus. Mom came home later. Dad stayed at the radio station and came home later that night. The school and the bus were bathed in a deep silence and sadness. Fifty years later, that silence and sadness are impossible to forget.


Survivng Sandy

October 30, 2012

What an interesting day.

First of all, any Monday that I get to spend with Mary is an unexpected pleasure. Today was no exception. And my Monday Church History class was cancelled as well. All because of Hurricane Sandy.

So, how was it exactly that we had power throughout? We watched a concert streamed from Scotland featuring Dougie MacLean this afternoon. What amazing technology. Streamed on the internet, from my computer onto the TV set in HD. Are you kidding me? And on Saturday night, I found a stream of the UNH – Northeastern hockey game, played it on my iPhone and connected to my AppleTV. Technology. Amazing.

I have so much I want to write about, in reference to my Spiritual Theology. But for Hurricane Sandy, let me be quick to add that I prayed last night for God’s protection, and that He would send His angels to watch over us.

No comment, beyond a simple “Thank You!”

Trying to get back into the swing of things

October 26, 2012

Just trying to get back into the swing of things…

A Long Day

September 27, 2010

What a workday! The most exercise we get in my group comes from dodging accusations, and we sure dodged them today. Most of them, anyway.

Of course, dodging false accusations is not as tiring as dodging the true ones. And there are pleny.

A Spiritual Journey – And Journal – Begins

September 26, 2010

This is the beginning of a spiritual journal. We’ll see where it goes from here. I’ve tried blogging and journaling so many times before, it seems like a another attempt at catching wind in a bucket. Still you have to start somewhere. I’m starting here.