A flood of thoughts
Tuesday September 22nd 2009, 5:38 pm
Filed under: Non-Knitting

Just a quick note to my little sister (whose house is thankfully a good ways uphill) and everybody else in the Atlanta area: my prayers are with you.  To Chuck, who’s at the Shepherd Center there, you, too.

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I’ll second that…prayers, hugs, & warm wishes to all affected.

Comment by TripletMom 09.22.09 @ 6:23 pm

I saw some of the flooding on the news. Good Grief! Looked terrible.


Sally was driving home from one of her business  trips in Northern Arizona when she saw an elderly Navajo woman walking on the side of the road.  As the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped the car and asked the Navajo woman if she would like a ride. With a silent nod of thanks, the woman got into the car. Resuming the journey, Sally tried in vain to make a bit of small talk with the Navajo woman. The old woman just sat silently, looking intently at everything she saw, studying every little detail, until she noticed a brown bag on the seat next to Sally.

“What in bag?” asked the old woman.   

Sally looked down at the brown bag and said, “It’s a bottle of wine. I got it for my husband.”   

The Navajo woman was silent for another moment or two.  Then, speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder, she said: “Good trade.”

Comment by Don Meyer 09.22.09 @ 8:07 pm

Alison, I’ll say a prayer that all of your loved ones remain safe as well as all the folks suffering from this terrible tragedy.

Comment by Joansie 09.23.09 @ 4:41 am

Amen. And prayers for my friends and relations in the area too.

Comment by Channon 09.23.09 @ 6:19 am

We came back through Atlanta, over the weekend, and flights are very much affected by the severe weather they are experiencing.

It sure brings things into persepective when you hear about or see the devastation the floods are causing while you wait for the update on your delayed flight…

Comment by Suzanne in Mtl 09.23.09 @ 6:26 am

It is scary down there, Keeping them in my heart.

Comment by Diana Troldahl 09.23.09 @ 6:42 am

Thank you for thinking of us. Fortunately, the sun has come out for the last two days and we’ve had no more rain. A few ruined things in our basement is nothing to compare to those who’ve lost everything. We have been very blessed. Off to knit a baby blanket or something for charity.

Comment by Anne 09.23.09 @ 7:45 am

Alidot–may I go back to your log of a couple of days ago about meeting people under surprising circumstances.
About 25 years ago I was in London, summertime. There is a kiosque on Leicester Square that sells excess theater tickets at half price on the day of performance.
The line was long. So was the wait. I struck up a conversation with the woman in front of me, who was obviously American. She had conversed with a couple of young people in her group who flitted about.
“I’m from Bethesda, Md. Where are you from?’
“We live in Walnut Creek, CA,” she replied.
“I know Walnut Creek very well. My mother lived there.”
“Well, actually I’m from Sparks, Nevada. Recently moved to California.”
“Well, actually I’m from Carson City.”
“I don’t know anyone from Carson City–although I used to date Bill Stirman.”
“Bill Stirman! Bill was my closest friend!”
That, in a corner of London. She did not know that Bill had been killed in an airplane crash while he was on a search mission for the Nevada Air Patrol.
Love, Dad

Comment by Dad 09.23.09 @ 4:52 pm

Alidot–just thought of another long-shot encounter that should have been added a couple of days ago. It also took place a long way away, I think in London again. I was introduced to this woman who had been to Nevada and new some people
In Reno there was for many years a stationery store in the heart of town that supplied paper supplies to various departments of the State of Nevada. The father of a very close friend, Duane Berning, was the number two man of the State Highway Department.
At this time the University of Nevada had a good football team whose star was a big-time running back, Marion Motley. Motley went on to star for the original Cleveland Browns when they were the scourge of the American Football League. Motley, whose name is sometimes overshadowed by more recent stars, is often considered the greatest running back after Bronco Nagurski.
Anyway, Duane and I went with his dad to Reno ands saw a couple of games, using complimentary tickets provided by Armanko’s.
So this lady in London said, “One of the people I knew best in Reno was Mitch Armanko.”
“Oh, I replied, “Mr Armanko took me to a University of Nevada football game.”
I think that was the time Nevada played Arkansas A&M (now known by a different name) and, thanks to Motley won about 63-0. I think you sister-in-law might have gone to that school in Arkansas.
Love, again, Dad

Comment by Dad 09.23.09 @ 5:09 pm

When I was about nine and ten, there were five boys in my Primary class at church, three of them named Hal, and me. As the lone girl I was quite tease-able, and those boys made good use of that fact.

One moved away.

In the freshman dorms at college, I saw this guy who looked so familiar… It took me several weeks to get up the courage, not wanting to sound like a clumsy pick-up line. I finally went up to him and said Are you Hal Colburn and did you live in Chevy Chase Maryland till you were about ten?

Yes–who are you?

I didn’t tell him quite why I remembered him so.

So. Fast forward a dozen years. I run into the guy in Oakland–and he lived by then in the Central Valley, it turned out, two+ hours from me, but there he was–and I look at him and he looks at me and he goes, Wait. We’ve done this before!

Comment by AlisonH 09.23.09 @ 5:50 pm

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