Diane O’Brien prepared a piece for this week: The tradition of the gold-headed Boston Post Cane and its presentation to the oldest resident of a New England town was conceived by a publisher of the Boston Postdaily with an eye toward increasing.
Unfortunately, we’re both addicted to crunchy snacks, Fritz and I. His go-to between-meal treats are Milk Bones, while mine are anything crunchy-salty-greasy –you know, the chips genre. I like to think I’m more discriminating, as Fritz will eat.
This past week the Bayshore Baptist congregation put on a Thanksgiving dinner for the community, inviting one and all to come, and delivering meals to those who couldn’t get out. That got me thinking of the story in The Year of Jubilo,.
I wept through most of a recent celebration of life for a woman I didn’t really know. Betty Beach’s family are members of United Christian Church, and as church congregations do, we helped organize the service honoring and remembering this woman.
Richard Glock died early last Friday. As his four grown children said in the lovely message they posted on the LBB, “poetically, his passing came 12 years and one day from the date our mom, Joy, passed. . . although in true Richard style, he made.