THANKSGIVING 2022
Each year, I try to send a special Thanksgiving message.
I try to send something that would be a musing
about our world. Sometimes the message would be a part
of what I call "SKY WATCH", in which I urge readers
to get outside to see the stars and planets above. But
this year, it is hard for me to send such a message, because
of the death of my companion, Don Snyder, who lived
in St. Louis, Missouri, and died just before Thanksgiving.
So,when I read Margaret Renld's Column, "How to Give Thanks in
a Messed-up World," I liked it and turned to memories of
Don.
Don and I shared a sense of adventure. He seemed a
stickler for focus and attention to technology. He gave
freely of his time to try to set up a computer system by
which I was able to communicate with my readers
from around the world. But once he started to show
me something, if I was diverted he would tell me,
"No! Not now! We have to get this done!" It is Don
that I remember as I write now.
It was because of Don that I learned about the
beauty of Woodworking. It was with him that
I attended the Saturday morning lectures on math
and physics. The turmoil which has affected so many
people had affected us as well. I left St. Louis
to come to Washington, to be close to my children.
Don sold his small house and moved into another facility
at the request of his family. Though we were unable
to see each other. We were able to keep in touch
with the technology he showed me. Because of that
and because of the messed-up world he and I were in.
Don died miles away from me during the Thanksgiving Season.
Then I remembered the words of Margaret Renld in her
column on November 26, "loss and love will always
belong to each other, that sorrow has always been
joy's quiet twin." I spoke with Don's family. And
then I walked in my small garden. The crisp air told me
snow will soon come.
Beverly
beverlyrehfeld1@gmail.com
Wear your mask. Get your shot.
Wash your hands. VOTE
