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Patt's Perspective

February 28, 2012

Memories of my maternal grandmother (Grammy) occasionally flood my mind.  The consummate storyteller, she seemed most animated when she was center stage.  Although she didn’t go any further than the 3rd grade, Grammy memorized a wide variety of poems: from Longfellow’s “The Landlord’s Tale; Paul Revere’s Ride” and Tennyson’s “The Charge of the Light Brigade” to poems by the American poet, James Whitcomb Riley.

“The Raggedy Man” was one of my favorite poems by Riley probably because Grammy loved it…and I loved her.  I even memorized parts of it for a high school speech competition.  Grammy seemed to connect with Riley’s active imagination about the supernatural.  In this particular poem, the raggedy man (a poor man who hires out to a farmer) befriends the farmer’s son who is telling the story.  Here’s a small part of it:

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February 03, 2012

          Having looked at my last entry under Patt’s Perspective, which was a long time ago, I see that I was just getting the victory over “The Pod”.  I can still see it in my mind’s eye and remember clearly the longing for orderliness that made the Pod a temporary necessity.  Thank goodness that is over, though there have been many more battles and victories on other fronts.  Through them all, I noticed a disturbing trend of choosing a less than spiritual approach for coping while the battles raged.

          There have been frustrating battles with computer programs and internet problems that don’t work or we don’t understand how to make them work.  We have our on-going sadness with the estrangement from our oldest daughter, Trish, and her family.  There’s continual emotional struggle with having to be separated from each other: J.L. and the ministry overseas and me staying here to manage the household.  As I recently complained to one friend, “J.L. is currently in Singapore teaching at a strategic pastors’ conference, and I am currently with our car in Burlington having the oil changed and the tires rotated.”  Both are necessary; it’s just that one sounds a whole lot more spiritual than the other.

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