Friday Evening
Finally mowed lawn. Slower than usual to protect my eye that had a tear
in the retina. Poured a coke classic in vanilla blue bell ice cream.
Delicious. Did it twice. Am looking forward to 3 days off.
Per http://bryansherwood.com he says Brother Roderick, a monk at
Gethsemani for 56 years, died Monday.
posted by Dan Phillips @ 8:43 PM
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1 Comments:
Hi Brother Dan,
This is my second posting since you went to England and hopefully, this posting will get published. I believe my first to you didn't make it because I didn't enter my name and therefore became anonymous (that's a no no)! I was just too frustrated with myself to rewrite you at the time.
Thanks for sending me an email to let me know you were travelling. I had to do catch-up on all your blogs and then attempted to write you. I then left L.A. May 16 to return to Clinton for the unveiling of the "Clinton 12" statue(s) and so I am now just reading of the rest of your journey and your safe return home. I am so happy you had such a wonderful time in spite of the smoking and noise. I find that taking a trip always leads to the need for further education about where I've been, the history, the places I've seen/visited as well. That's really what going away is all about; expanding one's brains. The trip to Clinton was out of this world and frankly, I missed your being there! But knowing what I know about you, I am sure you will take a trip home to see the statues in the near future. I have not come down from my state of euphoria yet and doubt I will for a while. I am truly humbled by all that has been done to celebrate the events of 1956. The most wonderful part has been the coming together of many people in the town in fellowship and harmony for the betterment of the town and of our country. I was embraced by some of our former white classmates from that most difficult time for all of us. Some voiced their sorrow about how we (Clinton 12) were treated; others spoke those words in the hugs, the tears and laughter we shared. No matter how it was done, my heart is full of joy for all the good that's been done. Those few moments of interaction will live in my heart always. We (black and white former students of Clinton High) will never to able to recapture those days when we could have learned about one another and perhaps become friends but what happened May 17 was taking advantage of God giving us a second chance. After all, we're all God's children and as such we must come together in dignity, peace and hopefully love.
Sincerely your sister in Christ,
Jo Ann Allen Boyce
P.S. I know I owe you a poem and will send one soon.
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