MEMORIAL DAY 2023

My daughter-in-law, Miggie and my yonger son, Andrew and I spent an early

Memorial Day visit here in Silver Spring, Maryland.  We had a lovely dinner

at a favoriet Italian Restaurant.  We enjoyed each other's company and then came 

back to my apartment and went over family photos and told stories.  When they left.

I picked up my May 27 edition of the New York Times and read the article, "Tornado.

Treasure. Tina. Turner. The singer enthralled us by bringing her electricity to songs

about survival."

 Because it was Memorial Day, I remembered a ceremony in Ardmore, PA.   

where I use to live.  Our services were held at the end of a football field,

next to a duck pond. There were always one or two people who raised and 

and lowered the flag poles. Several others brought beach chairs and watered 

to one or two pots of flowers.  Most people were elderly. As the day began, young

people came to the field to play touch football.  After a while, some people from

a High School Band began to play.  And couples pushing baby coaches came and

put a blanket on the ground just to enjoy the day, as the Train from Ardmore, came

by on its way to New York.  I think of all this on Memorial Day 2023.

I do so not to recreate a memory of more than 50 years ago.  I live now in a

Retirement Community that is about to be torn down. But I do wonder, what

sort of commitment to integrity and honesty shall be remembered of the people

who now govern Seabury at Sringvale Terrace, in Silver Spring, Maryland?

What ever befalls me and where ever my home will be, Tina Turner's 

zest for life shall stay with me.

Beverly 

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And VOTE.

NEUTERED BUNNY 'N ME

It appeared MARCH was refusing to give way to May.  Pouring, drenching rain, still made many of us put

away plans for outdoor events.  One night, when an angry, wind awaken me from sleep,  I went

to my window to see if any damage had been done.  As I looked out, below me, there was a creature on

my lawn.  I was not sure what it was.  It was fat and laying very still.  I knew it was not a squirell because

it did not seem to trouble the small birds flying close by.  The small creature began nibbling at the plants

on the lawn.

As I watched, the animal caught sight of me and stood up.  There was no bushy tail, so I decided,

it must have been a bunny rabbit that had escaped from its cage.  I opened my window and asked

the animal, why are you up so early and what happened to your tail?  With that, the bunny rabbit

stretched its legs and said, " I am looking for the hole I live in."  What are you doing under my

window? It was quite cold and I wanted to give the creature somthing to eat.  "You don't

have to do that! I'll get my food and warmth from my family."  Your family?  "Yes. Maybe you

forgot. You met my family, the mouse family, when you moved here.  So, we remember

when you moved in and we'll know when you move out." But this place is about to

be torn down. "It does not matter. Our family knows all about that. We keep this 

information to ourself."

But who will profit from all this? It had started to rain again,and the neutered Bunny

 was looking for a new dwelling in which to live.

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