On living

I had someone mention that this person hears more about the family on facebook, than in any other way. I count at least 15 invitations to join someone's facebook friends, and I have declined every one. Many of these come from people who hardly ever communicate with me. I grew up learning from my father the meaning of communication. And I love writing to people. My dad wrote to each of we children every Monday morning, and we used the phone only on Sundays. We didn't have instant cameras, so Phyllis and I sent away our rolls of film, and had three copies made, one set for each of our parents, and one for ourselves.

I have been told over and over "THAT'S THE WAY IT IS>" We who grew up with Walter Cronkite know that He spoke to each of us, and with his death recently, I have realized "THAT'S THE WAY IT WAS." I used to write more letters than I do now, because no one ever writes back...and call it what you may, whether Face Book text messaging, the same issue to me, is relavant...we don't LISTEN or communicate with each other because we are too busy...Blogs are important, but they , to me, don't take the place of personal letters, or communication.

I don't use the excuse that I'm "too busy", I don't feel well, so that is why this is the end of my blog...In my life, though I have made many many mistakes, I have tried to stand up for what was right, and have learned the ministry of listening...I even insulted Walter Cronkite once in the Bunch of Grapes bookstore...but there is within me, no energy, no fight, and now that Walter is dead, and my wife is dead, and my parents are gone...I remember the joy of living, the people I have met...and it is, this living bit, very wonderful...but 'that's the way it was" when people cared enough to listen with their ears, but more importantly with their hearts. Thanks for listening and replying to my blog...and I wish God's richest blessings be yours...

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY JENNIFER AND MATT

Jennifer and Matt were married at Pathfinder Lodge...in a beautiful ceremony by the shores of Lake Otsego...
*t was a day filled with love,,,and the gleam of a mother's eyes from above...Congratulations...