All Good Things
For many years Barb had a plaque on the door from the house into the garage. It said, “Life is what happens while you’re making other plans.” And so it is. Well, life happened on Father’s day and we’re having to rethink those other plans.
Most of you know about Barb’s accident, the resulting injury, and the surgery. She is making remarkable progress but her main focus must needs be on recovery and in the present circumstances that is going to require a single-mindedness of purpose that will preclude some of the things that have been taken for granted in the past. I hope you will bear with me for a bit as I look back.
Some of you will remember close to ten years ago sitting around a table in Rachael’s apartment. We felt warmth in each others company but were feeling a little bereft, too. We had lost a connection to a happy and loving past and there seemed to be a void ahead of us. Someone, I don’t really remember who, said, “What about the newsletter?” I remember a long pause as we felt one more loss sink in. I really can’t say what prompted me but I allowed as how perhaps Barb and I could do it – and then in a more rational moment suggested monthly, not weekly. I’ve often wondered what spirit tapped me on the shoulder and whispered in my ear. And so began a journey for Barb and me; from that evening in 1996 to the present. I confess that I had no conception of the work producing a newsletter would entail for Barb, and to a much lesser degree to me. I think that I can honestly say that even if I could have clearly foreseen it, I would have done the same thing.
In the beginning we attempted to pretty much duplicate what Rachael had done, even to including those perfectly awful (but often funny) Ole and Lena jokes. Gradually, though, we found our own voice. From the first, it was Barb who carried most of the load. She put e-mails in date order, made copious notes of telephone conversations, jotted down reminders, and in every way pulled together the basic material for each month. Then, one day she would sit down at the key board and start putting it all down in a first draft. I’d do a second draft, inserting some new material on occasion, but mostly being a bit tongue-in-cheek and a little smart ass. A lot of the off-the-wall openings were joint efforts from Barb and me. The lame ones were mostly mine. We usually went through about four drafts and then Barb would say, “I think we’ve got it”. In the early days, we then addressed envelopes, folded and stamped and sent them on their way. We’ve kept the originals – all ten years worth – in binders. As technology advanced we mailed fewer and fewer and now it’s all email. It has been a labor of love, but a labor none-the-less.
For the present Barbie just isn’t comfortable sitting at the key board and there are other things that I need to concentrate on for the present. Truth to tell, my heart wouldn’t be in it right now anyway.
Barb and I have thought about a pause, for maybe a couple of months. Realistically, though, the pause would grow to three months, then four, and the newsletter would sort of fade away, like MacArthur’s old soldier. Neither Barb nor I want that to happen. I have to be honest and say that we have both remarked of late that maybe the time was approaching when we’d want to give it up. Maybe fate has intervened. We could ask if there is someone out there who would like to take up the torch but reality intrudes and we know that those who might be able to pick it up have myriad obligations and probably wouldn’t welcome one more. A Lerschen Sister’s Blog has been suggested but I frankly don’t have the technological know how to know if that is even feasible, and certainly I don’t have the vaguest idea of how to accomplish it even if it is feasible.
So, it seems that we are coming to the end of publication. We may try to produce one more, a sort of valedictory issue. We’ll see, over the next few weeks. Meantime, if any of you out there can come up with a brilliant idea for continuation or have a burning desire to assume the mantle of family reporter, sing out. We’ll even provide you with used Ole and Lena joke books. Let me assure one and all, we would not have missed doing the newsletter for the world. It has been an enriching and fulfilling experience.
With much love,
Walt
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Most of you know about Barb’s accident, the resulting injury, and the surgery. She is making remarkable progress but her main focus must needs be on recovery and in the present circumstances that is going to require a single-mindedness of purpose that will preclude some of the things that have been taken for granted in the past. I hope you will bear with me for a bit as I look back.
Some of you will remember close to ten years ago sitting around a table in Rachael’s apartment. We felt warmth in each others company but were feeling a little bereft, too. We had lost a connection to a happy and loving past and there seemed to be a void ahead of us. Someone, I don’t really remember who, said, “What about the newsletter?” I remember a long pause as we felt one more loss sink in. I really can’t say what prompted me but I allowed as how perhaps Barb and I could do it – and then in a more rational moment suggested monthly, not weekly. I’ve often wondered what spirit tapped me on the shoulder and whispered in my ear. And so began a journey for Barb and me; from that evening in 1996 to the present. I confess that I had no conception of the work producing a newsletter would entail for Barb, and to a much lesser degree to me. I think that I can honestly say that even if I could have clearly foreseen it, I would have done the same thing.
In the beginning we attempted to pretty much duplicate what Rachael had done, even to including those perfectly awful (but often funny) Ole and Lena jokes. Gradually, though, we found our own voice. From the first, it was Barb who carried most of the load. She put e-mails in date order, made copious notes of telephone conversations, jotted down reminders, and in every way pulled together the basic material for each month. Then, one day she would sit down at the key board and start putting it all down in a first draft. I’d do a second draft, inserting some new material on occasion, but mostly being a bit tongue-in-cheek and a little smart ass. A lot of the off-the-wall openings were joint efforts from Barb and me. The lame ones were mostly mine. We usually went through about four drafts and then Barb would say, “I think we’ve got it”. In the early days, we then addressed envelopes, folded and stamped and sent them on their way. We’ve kept the originals – all ten years worth – in binders. As technology advanced we mailed fewer and fewer and now it’s all email. It has been a labor of love, but a labor none-the-less.
For the present Barbie just isn’t comfortable sitting at the key board and there are other things that I need to concentrate on for the present. Truth to tell, my heart wouldn’t be in it right now anyway.
Barb and I have thought about a pause, for maybe a couple of months. Realistically, though, the pause would grow to three months, then four, and the newsletter would sort of fade away, like MacArthur’s old soldier. Neither Barb nor I want that to happen. I have to be honest and say that we have both remarked of late that maybe the time was approaching when we’d want to give it up. Maybe fate has intervened. We could ask if there is someone out there who would like to take up the torch but reality intrudes and we know that those who might be able to pick it up have myriad obligations and probably wouldn’t welcome one more. A Lerschen Sister’s Blog has been suggested but I frankly don’t have the technological know how to know if that is even feasible, and certainly I don’t have the vaguest idea of how to accomplish it even if it is feasible.
So, it seems that we are coming to the end of publication. We may try to produce one more, a sort of valedictory issue. We’ll see, over the next few weeks. Meantime, if any of you out there can come up with a brilliant idea for continuation or have a burning desire to assume the mantle of family reporter, sing out. We’ll even provide you with used Ole and Lena joke books. Let me assure one and all, we would not have missed doing the newsletter for the world. It has been an enriching and fulfilling experience.
With much love,
Walt
P.S. Let us hear from you.......