PRESIDENT'S CORNER

President’s Corner for December 4, 2015

Welcome to the Holidays…Thanksgiving…Hannukkah…Christmas…Kwanzaa…Winter!  I hope this finds each one of you appropriately stuffed, loved by family and friends and ready for what comes next…more holidays!  I ended my search for an ugly Holiday sweater by sending for TWO. Since I am a designer by training, I just couldn’t go for the truly, abominable ones, and who knew there were such risqué sweaters out there? Yikes! You’ll see them both soon.

So far, only one of our members has sent me some wisdom, so here it is: You can only live your life one day at a time! [Stan Cohen] Thanks, my friend…

Thanksgiving Day…Acrostic by Paula Swanson

T Though, it officially comes just once a year,

H Halleluejah!  We should be thankful year long.

A Allowing others to gather near,

N not just for one day and then be gone.

K Keeping love within our hearts,

S sending our prayers of thanks, daily to God above.

G Graciously sharing our bounty in part,

I  inviting the homeless and little lost doves.

V Vast, should be our generosity,

I instead of ignoring, so deliberate.

N Nothing else helps your soul to feel, so completely.

G Giving a helping hand and hope, to those less fortunate.

 

D Don't be fooled into thinking, you can't make a difference.

A As you sit down with a few family and friends,

Y you could have been some ones deliverance

 

Our December Board meeting is practically upon us (Dec. 7, along with Pearl Harbor Day), and one item of business will be discussion and approval of the new Handbook (Procedures Manual) that will provide guidance for staff, information for anyone wanting to know about who we are and what we are about. It can also be used to provide bits of information needed by outside groups. I want to thank the special committee for going over the draft and comparing it to our By-Laws and arriving at this final work: Connie McCluskey, Ann Davidson, Barbara Rasmussen, Bob Craig and Tom Rogers.

 

I’ll bet you all know this poem…perfect for the coming season of cold…

 

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

By Robert Frost

 

Whose woods these are I think I know.  

His house is in the village though;  

He will not see me stopping here  

To watch his woods fill up with snow.  

 

My little horse must think it queer  

To stop without a farmhouse near  

Between the woods and frozen lake  

The darkest evening of the year.  

 

He gives his harness bells a shake  

To ask if there is some mistake.  

The only other sound’s the sweep  

Of easy wind and downy flake.  

 

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,  

But I have promises to keep,  

And miles to go before I sleep,  

And miles to go before I sleep.

 

Be thankful…be safe…love one another…be well, and be good!

 

Jim Held, President