Summer Schedule

It will be a busy summer, with lots of picnics and celebrations. Minnesota people tend to be a bit more social in the summertime. The long winters take their toll, so when summer comes we picnic like there is no tomorrow.

Several couples will be honored on their fiftieth year of wedded bliss. A High School Graduation. Far Guy’s Uncle turns eighty. A blogger picnic in Fargo. Two family reunions. An F-4 reunion. The Firehall Fathers Day Picnic. No weddings so far, but today we received an invitation for a "death party" ..or maybe I should call it a celebration of life party. Will we go? Absolutely, we wouldn’t miss it.

Sam, what a guy. He was our Jewish friend, he died back in March in St Louis, Missouri. The last time I saw him, I gave him a gentle hug, he was so very frail. Sam was 95 years old. Sam and I had many lively discussions about our faith over the years, me being Lutheran, he being Jewish. What came out of our relationship was a mutual admiration for each other. A friendship that I am much richer for, a friend with whom you could differ in opinion, but still respect the opinion and the friend. I will miss Sam, his hearty laugh and his sense of humor, his kind gentle manner. Sam was a World war II Veteran, a very educated man, he went to Yale, he was famous in his own right as the Director of The Jewish Center for the Aged in Missouri. Sam saw to the needs of and advocated for the elderly his entire life. Sam came a long way from the son of immigrant parents growing up on the lower east side of New York City. I told him one day, "Sam, you are a legend! " He laughed and said "Only in your mind, my dear, only in your mind." His marvelous sister in law Barbara will host the party, and Helen his lovely wife will be there, and Sam’s friends..of which I am proud to be just one:)

Helen, Sam and Far Guy  Summer  2008

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One Response to Summer Schedule

  1. Abra La Mente says:

    Summers are truly busy, but we get to carry the memories into the cold winter to warm us up…at least mentally.