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A BELATED THANK YOU 10 November 2005 Collab topic for Writing Womyn for November:
I wish I knew where you were now, or if you're even alive. I've thought about you from time to time, over the years. Of course, if I wrote to the Mother House, I'm sure I could find information about you, but it seems to me that I wrote to you many years ago--a letter very much like this one--and did not receive a response, so I am reluctant to try again. But perhaps someone will find this letter and direct you to it. This is a belated thank you letter. I blame/thank you for pretty much the way my whole life has turned out. It was at the end of my freshman year at St. Vincent's High School when you stopped me in the hallway. You had been my English teacher that year and I guess maybe I showed some promise which gave you the idea of asking me to join the yearbook staff the next year, as sophomore editor. The deal was that I would be the sophomore editor, then move into the junior editor position and ultimately be the yearbook editor when I was a senior. Heady stuff for a freshman to think of! Over the next three years, I learned page design and layout, which set me on a course to design scrapbooks (which, as I look around me at my biggest problem today, may have been a mixed blessing!) Hand in hand with the yearbook job, I was also asked to be on the staff of the school newspaper, where I learned all the duplication machines, and began to feel more comfortable about my writing. When I consider that the things I have done in my life which have given me the greatest pleasure, which have made me feel the best about myself, and realize that they all involve some sort of writing or page design or something along that line, I realize that it all started when you grabbed me by the elbow in front of the school store and asked me that question, "would you like to be the sophomore editor of the yearbook?" So, nearly 50 years later, thank you very much! Missing Slingshot. Sheila is definitely missing Slingshot. She was wandering around the house like a lost soul last night. She tried playing tug of war with me and then she tried searching around to see if she had missed any treats when we played our afternoon game of "find it" (I'm teaching her how to go hunt for things). Finally she went up to Kimba, who was sound asleep in the middle of the big dog pillow, raised up on her hind legs and went WHOMP! right down on top of Kimba, who was not particularly happy about that. Sheila kept crouching down in her "come play with me" invitation stance, but Kimba was out for the night. Finally, Sheila gave a huge sign and got into Kimba's tiny little bed, curled up and went to sleep. But today, Latte will be arriving. An 8 mo old Lab/Shepherd mix who will be here at least until Monday, when she goes to the vet to be spayed. I am assuming that an 8 month old will give Sheila a bit of a run for her money. I took a "commonly confused words test" (thanks, Mary) and was glad to see I haven't lost my "touch"!
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PHOTO OF THE DAY
Kimba passed out on Sheila's bed.
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10/25/05
Dear
Sister Mary William:
