I settled on roses because peonies are out of season. (Mom's mother, Rosaline, used to take peonies on family outings to her parents' graves on Memorial Day.) The lavender was broken by the hot air balloon upon landing; the bit of sage was a gift from Ceremony. A male goldfinch had greeted me in Caroline's yard upon return from Ceremony, and the necklace was a perfect find at Mama's Minerals.
I settled on roses because peonies are out of season. (Mom's mother, Rosaline, used to take peonies on family outings to her parents' graves on Memorial Day.) The lavender was broken by the hot air balloon upon landing; the bit of sage was a gift from Ceremony. A male goldfinch had greeted me in Caroline's yard upon return from Ceremony, and the necklace was a perfect find at Mama's Minerals.
The following is the text of a letter (written March 10, 2007) from John Anderson and David Corey concerning the Sam Achziger Memorial Endowment Fund.
“It was a year ago last month that Sam Achziger passed away. We are pleased to share with you the good news that an anonymous donor has started the Sam Achziger Memorial Endowment Fund … Read more...
A year ago today we scattered Sam’s ashes in the Connecticut River. It was a Sunday that dawned grey and moist. Sure enough, as we waited for the captain to make the call, darker clouds rolled in, lightening flashed, thunder roared, and the rain came down. Twenty minutes later, it was over and the skies began to clear.
We embarked … Read more...
There were five candles on my birthday cake. “What’s this?” I wondered, “One for each decade?” 🙂 I decided that the candles symbolized five days of celebration. Truly, this has been one of the sweetest birthdays I recall. (Which is to choose NOT to go into detail about the cows I kept seeing with their tails in the air and … Read more...
It hit me like an electric shock that it has been nearly a year since Sam died. February 12, 2006. I sat up last night re-reading most of the entries about him here, beginning in August of 2003 and continuing even past his death, as I have been reminded of him or felt his presence strongly enough to record here.… Read more...
So Dr. Breuer challenges Nietzsche. I wrote about the first six chapters a few days ago: my enthusiasm hasn’t dimmed. 🙂
“We are each composed of many parts, each clamoring for expression. We can be held responsible only for the final compromise, not for the wayward impulses of each of the parts” (300).
“’One must have chaos and frenzy within … Read more...
I order Turkish coffee before heading to the Arab-Israeli symphony last night.
I’m back at the World Istanbul Hostel, where people know my name. 🙂 Gunseli says she’ll read my coffee grinds.
Of course I’m game! There are a few crucial steps, first, one must upend the cup into the saucer, and then wait. Eventually, the evidence is produced:… Read more...
Sam was also known as “Mr. Experiment” for his amazing career at The Experiment in International Living. You know you’ve accomplished something when more than 50 people come on a 4th of July weekend five and a half months after you died in order to celebrate your life.
I arrived at 1 pm sharp to the River Garden in … Read more...
I saw a friend recently who asked about my relationship with Sam. She never met him, just read about him here: “He seems like a really neat guy. Reminds me of Tuesdays with Morrie.” Sam would be so pleased. 🙂 He read the book right after he moved into the nursing home (2001), and shared it with as many … Read more...
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