On the last week in November I took a cab to get to my appointment in another neighborhood. The driver was a big, broad shouldered burly man with very large hands. He had his radio on. He barely turned his head as I got in.The news coming from Washington, D.C. was fast-breaking. I asked him what he thought of all we heard.
"I don't know. I watched this President since I was a kid. I idolized Trump. He was slick, successful and I wanted to be like him. Then he went to Washington and I don't know what happened." As I listened my driver spoke of his disappointment and dissatisfaction with our President's behavior and language . The driver told me that he worked all his life, had two "kids" and one grandchild and had began to drive a cab because he lost his job about six months ago.
This time, when I reached my destination he came around to open the door and said, "Thanks for listening."
My belief in the strength of our laws for justice and people's ability to use common sense gave me hope for the future on the last rainy day of November 2018.
Friday, November 30, 2018
Saturday, November 10, 2018
THANKSGIVING 2018
THANKSGIVING 2018
LET US WELCOME FAMILY, FRIENDS, AND STRANGERS TO OUR TABLE
LET US SING OF MEMORIES AND STORIES NEW AND OLD
LET US TASTE DISHES FAMILIAR AND DIFFERENT, BLAND OR SPICY
LET US SHARE THE STRENGTH WE HAVE TOGETHER TO OVERCOME ADVERSITY
AND LET US DO ALL THIS AS WE REMEMBER THOSE NOT HERE.
BEVERLY D. REHFELD
BEVERLY D. REHFELD
Monday, October 29, 2018
SO WHAT HAPPENED IN MISSOURI ON SUNDAY?
People came together to be with each other after a horrific murder happened in another city many miles away. The gathering was held in a barren auditorium. The expectation was that there would be a few hundred people there. The day was warm and sunny.
The program was put together quickly. The people grew from a small number to hundreds and they
came in a steady stream until they filled the 1200 seat auditorium to capacity. Many stood in the back.
Some people came from neighborhoods close by. Others came from distant areas. They were young and elderly people with canes, with walkers, some in motorized scooters. Sturdy parents and grandparents pushed carriages and carried children.
The program began later than expected because the stream of people kept coming.
Leaders representing all facets of American life were on the platform. There were educators, clergy of all denominations, and political candidates and incumbents, and state and local police and guards.
The names of the people murdered in Pittsburgh were placed in front of the platform and the audience was asked to remember them and their families and their communities.
Is it comforting to ask why? I don't think so. We can no longer overlook the physical and mental anguish that words and ignorance produce. We can no longer allow death and destruction to keep us
from thinking. Neither walls nor guns nor elaborate schemes must be allowed to entice us away from speaking out.
What happened in Pittsburgh will happen here in St. Louis unless we can recognize that the stranger in our midst is not the threat. The threat is our reluctance to accept words that claim otherwise, whether uttered by elected officials or ourselves.
REMEMBER TO VOTE NOVEMBER 6.
Tuesday, October 23, 2018
HOW SHALL WE REMEMBER?
There is a drawer in my cabinet that I seldom open. It contains very old files. One of those files holds letters in a language I cannot read. The letters were from my Grandmother to her family whom she and my grandfather left when they came to this country
I was fortunate to know and visit with all of my grandparents, there were four all of whom came to this country legally. I thought of them and of a conversation I had today at lunch with a friend who had returned from a trip with her daughter. My friend told me of her visit and the places she had not seen since childhood. She spoke of the memories she recalled and how startled her daughter was to hear about those memories.
My sons knew first hand of their great grandparents. They knew too of the memories and the circumstances that had brought their great grandparents here. Among those memories were stories of turbulence and persecution and vicious edicts. Memories that included kindness, help and the opportunity they found in their new country.
I thought of all this when I opened my newspaper and saw the pictures of the immigrants at this country's borders. The same words and actions that were used against my grandparents are used now but for different people.
How we treat and understand the stranger in our midst will color our lives. The memories my friend shared with her daughter also included memories of neighbors and neighborhoods. Memories that were joyful yet may have been harder to recount but are stored now in the memories of my friend's daughter.
It is time to recognize that we live in a period of major world-wide migration. How shall we recognize this historical moment? With bellicose words and saber rattling? Or will we have the wisdom to learn about the memories of the people making up this migration?
REMEMBER TO VOTE NOVEMBER 6, 2018
I was fortunate to know and visit with all of my grandparents, there were four all of whom came to this country legally. I thought of them and of a conversation I had today at lunch with a friend who had returned from a trip with her daughter. My friend told me of her visit and the places she had not seen since childhood. She spoke of the memories she recalled and how startled her daughter was to hear about those memories.
My sons knew first hand of their great grandparents. They knew too of the memories and the circumstances that had brought their great grandparents here. Among those memories were stories of turbulence and persecution and vicious edicts. Memories that included kindness, help and the opportunity they found in their new country.
I thought of all this when I opened my newspaper and saw the pictures of the immigrants at this country's borders. The same words and actions that were used against my grandparents are used now but for different people.
How we treat and understand the stranger in our midst will color our lives. The memories my friend shared with her daughter also included memories of neighbors and neighborhoods. Memories that were joyful yet may have been harder to recount but are stored now in the memories of my friend's daughter.
It is time to recognize that we live in a period of major world-wide migration. How shall we recognize this historical moment? With bellicose words and saber rattling? Or will we have the wisdom to learn about the memories of the people making up this migration?
REMEMBER TO VOTE NOVEMBER 6, 2018
Thursday, October 4, 2018
REMEDY TO OVERCOME "FRIGHTENING TIMES"?
So what should we do if we live in "Frightening Times."
Begin by turning off the noise! Go to the movies to see "Science Fair" the award-winning documentary written and directed by Cristina Constantina and Daren Foster.
The film features a group of students, their friends and families and depicts what happens to them when they all undertake impossible challenges, individually and collectively.
It is the story of who we are as Americans working with other "citizens" from around the world. The film demonstrates that we still live in a country dedicated to justice and opportunity. And it shows the willingness of the young and old to listen and respect each other as we work to achieve a common goal through education.
Yes, we are living through changing times. Sometimes we move a step forward and sometimes a step backward but we know from our history we need not be afraid. We will prevail! We will do so not because we live through "Frightening Times" but because of our constant quest to better ourselves.
We will do so with the courage of young people. We will look to their inquisitiveness and persistence to welcome change. We will do so because they and we know and agree that we live in a country that is ruled by laws. We and they will take all this and march toward the future, leaving a past filled with turmoil and "Frightening Times."
Go see "SCIENCE FAIR" and VOTE ON NOVEMBER 6.
Thursday, September 20, 2018
ANOTHER FAIRY TALE?
Early in September, a 17-year-old Billings, Montana high school student's quiet reaction to a speech by the President of the United States of America caught the attention of people through out the country.
The student's face was caught by news cameras as he reacted to what the President was saying. The story and photo appeared in newspapers and on social media as "The Plaid Shirt Guy."
It reminded me of the Fairy Tale about the Parade for the King who wanted to show off his new diamond encrusted robes. People, young and old alike filled the streets for the parade. There were crowds everywhere until someone yelled, "Look! He is not wearing any clothes!"
And than the streets were empty.
The student's face was caught by news cameras as he reacted to what the President was saying. The story and photo appeared in newspapers and on social media as "The Plaid Shirt Guy."
It reminded me of the Fairy Tale about the Parade for the King who wanted to show off his new diamond encrusted robes. People, young and old alike filled the streets for the parade. There were crowds everywhere until someone yelled, "Look! He is not wearing any clothes!"
And than the streets were empty.
Monday, September 17, 2018
FALL 2018: TIME FOR REFLECTION & RENEWAL?
Weather on the calendar or in our faith, we seem to sense this is a period to reflect and examine the pattern of our life.
We may not be as astute as Mother Nature who provides trees with the ability to turn leaves or who creates nervousness in Animals and birds as they sense another season or storm coming but we feel it.
Whatever faith or custom or ritual we have, or don't have, it is a time of renewal. We feel a need to better understand our self sometimes through memory alone.
Our children begin school. Our family moves farther away or comes closer. We warm to challenges.
We don't seem as wary of different faces. We are strong with a universal sense of purpose.
We prepare for autumn while knowing it will be followed by winter's chill finally followed by spring. We measure our responsibility toward this planet, the place we call home.
In stillness, we are called upon to reflect on our actions. We are pledged to behave as warriors to protect all that we know is right. We will do so through our votes and the laws of this great nation!
May the time ahead be good to all of us and to all those we hold dear.
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