Dom's surgery went well and he emerged from it in very good spirits. Anne
Marie attributes that to a very good anesthesiologist, who was very cautious
before the procedure and did his job well during the procedure. I am sure
that she is correct. The Surgeon, of course is very important also as is
every member of the surgical team. As with any team, each member, doing his
special job as perfectly as possible will always lead to success. Sounds
like God's plan for humanity. Know your job and cooperate with the other
team members. Since coming home, the effects of the medications wore
off and He became more uncomfortable and anxious. Sleep was impossible which
aggravated the problem. After that first night there was a marked
improvement. The big bandage has been replaced with a waterproof bandage
allowing him to shower and providing better mobility. He is now doing well.
Spring has sprung! Temperatures are finally at normal or, heavens to Betsy,
... above. I have been having my afternoon coffee on the swing in the back yard.
The maple trees are budding and the buds on the Bradford Pear trees are
swelling in anticipation of flowering. Green sprouts are appearing in the
garden. Saturday I picked up after Mikey in anticipation of the lawn
service coming to do a major cleanup of the winter debris. Their letter came
a couple weeks ago saying they would be on the job as soon as the weather
breaks. Soon ... it will be Gazebo time!
I picked up my new reading glasses Saturday morning and they are a vast
improvement over the old ones. I can actually read what I am typing without
squinting and all those red lines under my misspelled words show up much
better. It is very important for me to see those lines.
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Sow an act, reap a habit;
sow a habit, reap a character;
sow a character, reap a destiny.
~ G.C. Boardman
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Three poems have been added this week to the "My Father Wrote" section
of this web site.
The first,
A Vision of Yesterday
is one that had not touched me until putting it on its page and
re-reading it to compose my thoughts about it.
A military man, far from home, yearns for the
love of his life. Did Al have someone in particular in mind when he
wrote this lament of love or was it a 'generic' poem, having placed
himself in the shoes, and hearts, of every other military man, as we
have seen him do in some of his previous works? We don't know ... he gives no
clue. Then again, it may be a bit of both. As we will learn from the
next two poems recorded in this series, he did yearn for a love left
behind and a writer's best work is based on his own experiences. I only
wish that I had written this poem back in the 50's and sent it to Anne. I wish
I could send it to her right now. Thanks
dad.
The next two share a page not only because they are short but because
they belong together.
They are
To Lucile
& I Dream. When reading these poems, the
Copeland family never knew that Lucile was an actual person. Then I
came along. The name acquired meaning when they found that their newly
discovered half brothel's mother was know as Lucile. If there was any
doubt, the description in the "I Dream" confirms it. The first question
asked of me when I was put in touch with my mother's family was about
the color of my eyes. I have been endowed with the "Lossner eyes", the
blue is typical of her and her family. Her hair,
fine,
dark and long in her youth is also described in the poem. This is shown
in a very young Lucile at the right.. By the age of 18 she had shortened
it as in her high school graduation photo at the left. My sister Marilyn
lifted her picture from this web site (down, right) and used it as the
background for the page. It had to be her. At first we thought that Al
and my mother met in the time between his marriages to Edith Elsholz and to their mother, Sue Polinchek, possibly about 1929. The
poems were written in 1921 while Al was in Oahu, Hawaii His unit
left the mainland in April of 1919 and so he must have known my mother
before then. At that time Lucille was not yet 15 years old and Al was
almost 19. The poems speak of a "first kiss" and
"youthful lovers". Indeed! "I Dream" recalls his "first love".
These two poems do much in my getting to know my pre-history.
If only Al had sent a post card to Lucy when he was in Hawaii and asked,
:"Are you still available?" ( see
May, 1952 ) But no, there are no "what if's".
That would have put many lives on a different course or precluded them
entirely. ... Shades of "Its a Wonderful Life"! We
can't have that. ... I like things as they are.
In the process of bringing these poems to you something has happened. I
had things in their proper compartments, referring to Sylvia and Joe as
mom and dad while referring to Lucy and Al as mother and father. You
will notice that I slipped (above) by saying "Thanks dad" to Al, my
father. The distinctions are melding and disappearing. My "natural"
parents are becoming more natural and real to me. That detracts nothing
from my adopted parents (or relatives) and how could it. There is
nothing more real than the experiences of life.
Last Saturday, besides being a beautiful spring day was one of
reflection and even awe as I prepared the pages for these poems. They
are insights to my father and mother's early lives. We don't know what
happened when he returned to Cleveland from the service in April of
1922, except that he married Edith Elsholz in December of that
year and Lucile married Dan Cecora sometime in 1923. Al and Edith were
the parents of a daughter who was born and died on the 18 of
October in 1925. Lucile and Dan were the parents of Jim and Ken. Both marriages
ended in divorce. Lucile and Al were brought together again in 1930.
(corrected) My life began then and was probably the cause of their final separation
as Lucile, being 'with child', was sent off to far away Chicago to live
with a cousin's family until I was born in May of 1931. At that point,
three families diverged, going different directions. I became the child
of Joe & Sylvia Plefka. Lucile raised her two boys marrying and burying
in succession, Calvin Tropof, Paul Shippy and Andy Palkovic. She
died in 2001. Al, on the other hand, married Sue Polinchek in 1933 and
they were the parents of Rita, Jean, Irene, John and Marilyn. Al was
born to Eternal Life in 1967.and Sue in 1999.
My brothers and sisters, I am sure, are grateful that things happened as
they did, as, of course am I. I would not have it any other way.
Life has a way of turning out well if you go with the flow, making the
best of where it finds you, living it to the best of your ability. Sure,
I consider my sending that post card to Anne to be one of my life's
miracles.(Did you read
May, 1952?) But it was my miracle, not to be shared with
anyone else ... except Anne ... and of course our children ... and their
children ... and... Lord knows who else. Life's miracles have a
way of cascading.
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One who knows how to show and accept
kindness
will be a friend better than any possession.
~ Sophocles
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Speaking of life cascading ... Father Artur's homily on Sunday spoke of
the meeting of the two disciples with Jesus on the way to Emmaus as a
new beginning for them. I ... sort of ... have had that experience. Have
you traveled to Emmaus? Have you had your new beginning? It is a
wonderful experience and is why I call myself "a born again Catholic."
The previous weekend, my neighbor's son and his uncle made some repairs
to a couple sections of their fence. I have not seen my neighbor lately
and wondered what happened to him. During the week, another section of
fence fell down and Sunday the same two were at work, this time making
more extensive repairs, replacing posts, straightening and reinforcing
the entire structure. I asked about the man of the house and his brother
informed me that he had had a massive heart attack in January and died.
He said it was not supposed to be that way since he had had two heart
attacks and was supposed to go first.
While they were working the four girls of the family drove off with a
couple friends. I happened to be out in the gazebo sometime latter when
they returned, ... all excited. They had bought a little puppy. There
will be noses under the fence this summer as she and Mikey get
acquainted. Life goes on. Juan and his nephew worked on the fence until
after darkness fell. Monday morning the fence was perfectly straight and
level, solidly supported by new posts.
Sunday evening I decided to go to R.C. Mulligan's for dinner and found
that they had revised the menu somewhat. All the old items were there
but it seemed to be upgraded a bit. They did ad some interesting
appetizers and I thought it may be a place to bring the Halfords. I
ordered the filet but found it a bit chewy. Yes it is still an Irish
restaurant and the Irish don't know beef. I won't be bringing the
Halfords there. I will return but stick to my old favorites there. The
Lake Perch is great as are many of the other dishes and I like the
ambiance of the place.
Frank Plefka sent an email. No, I don't know Frank of the New Jersey
Plefka's but he wanted me to know that he found this web site very
interesting. His grandfather came to Pennsylvania as a miner and the
family subsequently resettled in New Jersey. Maybe there was a
connection back in the "old country" but we will probably never know.
The snail mail brought a note and several documents from my cousin
Diane. There were copies of four obituaries, copies of three death
certificates, a copy of her ancestry tree, grave stone photos and more.
Several names were re-remembered and some were new to me. My Simousek
tree records will be expanded and some gaps filled in. She also sent a
photo and newspaper announcement for the dedication of the new St Peter
Lutheran Church and school in North Judson, Indiana this Sunday April
13.. She is justifiably proud of this accomplishment by the members, the
work of their own hands.
We haven't spoken of it yet but until hearing from her I did not know
that this branch of the family was Lutheran. My mother and her half and
step brothers were raised Catholic. Her Sister Kate became Lutheran when
she married my Uncle Charles Snyder. I must assume that her half brother
John became Lutheran when he married Antoinette Korous. I, on the other
hand have moved in the opposite direction, my mother being Lutheran, I
became Catholic by adoption. I have a solid Lutheran heritage. (see
Husmann - Lossner 1800's
). Nevertheless, I am what I am and as in all things,
believe myself to be in the right place ... for me.
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Experience proves this, or that, or
nothing,
according to the preconceptions we bring to it.
C. S. Lewis
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Wayne Pozdol sent an email. I believe I met Wayne about 1960 +/- a few
at the home of my in-laws. He was a marine friend of Anne's brother
Harry. It seems that Wayne had googled his old friend and found the
Lawler page in
the World of Grandpa Don. I was happy to send his inquiry on to Harry
and Carol. Isn't the internet wonderful!
There was also an email from Kelsey Plefka. I'll let her speak for
herself:
Hi G
randpa!
How are you? I just thought I'd let you know some exciting things that
I've been up to lately because I haven't seen you in a while. Outdoor
Track season has started and I've been very busy with it. Practices are
every day with at least two meets a week. I've been improving my times
consistently. Hopefully my times will be good enough to run in the
Sectional meet after Conference!
I've also been looking into and visiting some colleges. My mom, friend,
her mom and I all went to visit Illinois State University a few weeks
ago. It was nice. The campus was fairly compact which I found very
convenient. My dad, mom, Ana, and I also went to visit the University of
Iowa about two weeks ago. I really liked that campus. It had such pretty
scenery and although it was more spread out than ISU most of the
undergraduate classes are held within five buildings, all of which are
on a hill called the Pentacrest. Iowa also has a very good Social Work
program which is one of the majors I'm looking into...at least right
now. I am looking forward to visiting Elmhurst College in the next month
or two because 1.) they have a very good education program (another
possible major for myself) and 2.) because earlier in the year the Cross
Country and Track coach had sent me a letter requesting my stats. So if
they're interested in me I might as well check them out.
Hope all is well with you!
Love,
Kelsey
Yes, Kelsey, all is well with me and I see that all is well with you
also. These are exciting times and I see you are keeping several options
open. That is wise because it makes every opportunity a avenue for
success. Too often we set a goal in stone and thereby loose the ability
to take a path that may become open to us. And a goal set in stone can
sometimes lead to heartbreaking disappointment if not met.
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We must make the choices that enable
us to fulfill the deepest capacities of our real selves.
~ Thomas Merton
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I finally took the bull by the horns and loaded my TurboTax for 2007. It
immediately found and loaded all my information from the 2006 tax file
and I was on my way. It asked if I wanted to download my tax information
from my banks and broker and after entering my passwords it entered all
the information from them for my 1099 forms. It doesn't get any easier
or more accurate than that. I had printed out the list of charitable
donations from my Microsoft Money program (all backed up with receipts
when entered there) and guided by the list from the previous year,
entered the new amounts. The amount from the report from my prescription
provider for the year's expenditures was entered as well as a number of
other items, all guided by the program based on last year's file. The
program even picked up on a smidgeon of foreign tax deduction paid
through one of my mutual funds. After I selected the option for my
modest overpayment to be applied to next year's taxes I was asked if I
wanted my rebate to be mailed or directly deposited. I typed in my bank
routing number and account number and when the forms were printed for
mailing everything was perfect. I do not E-File. Why pay a fee for speed
I do not need? Snail mail will do me fine.
My State tax return was quickly figured and printed as well. Since the
state of Illinois does not tax retirement income and most of my income
is from my investments held in my IRA, I pay no state income tax. In
addition, an estimated amount of the state and local sales tax is
deducted from my federal tax liability. TurboTax calculates all
that.
The greatest hassle I encountered was the printing of the return. My
printer, a HP DeskJet 697C is getting old and has a problem with the
paper feed mechanism and often needs to be coaxed during the printing of
mutable pages. Maybe part of my tax rebate will fund a new printer.
I slept late on Wednesday and my breakfast extended into the Opra show.
She is pushing a book called
A New Earth.
Glory be!
It is exactly what I have been touting for years! You cant live a
satisfied life unless you get in touch with your spirituality. It is not
a new religion or cult but the basis for all religions. The fact that we
must live in the present moment and not be all tied up in the past or
the future is presented by the author. What has happened in the past has
brought us to where we are and is done. There is no changing it so stop
being concerned about it. What will be in the future is dependent on
what is happening right now, this very moment, and so make the best of
what is happening now. The future will be what it will based on NOW!
They spoke of letting go of our ego and that the need to win drains us
of power. I have ordered the book ... it is a must read for me.
There was a flyer in the mail this week inviting people to a seminar
about how the prophecies in the Book of Revelations will effect our
lives. In my opinion the term for this is "Poppycock" ! .I
must preface what I am about to say with ..." It is my opinion and that
of many Catholic and other Christian theologians. ... it need not be
yours." .The Book of
Revelations speaks to the Christians of the author's day about the
persecution of the church at the time and the evils of the Roman rulers
and authorities as well as the rampant materialism and errant religious
beliefs. They apply to us today as a general warning against similar
problems. The anti-Christ is the collective embodiment of materialism
and hedonism which is all around us. As to the attempt to use it to
predict the end times ... I believe it to be the epitome of our ego in
trying to make ourselves equal to God. Jesus has told us that "Only the
Father knows." (that time) There is a reason that we are not to know.
We are to be ready to face God right now, or at
any moment of our lives. Why do we want to know the date of the
"End"? ... so we can do what we want until just before? You may say that
it is written that the last days will be preceded by natural disasters,
war and pestilence. True, but C. S, Lewis, one of the greatest modern
Christian thinkers, after observing that these conditions have existed
for all times and appear to be continuing, reminds us that that
description is of "normal times" during which we are to be "ready". The
"end Time" comes to each of us at a different moment and day. It is the
day and moment at which we are born to Eternal Life ... if we are ready
... or we will go to "Eternal Death" if we are not. That "Eternal Death"
may be an existence of being eternally dead to God or as some believe,
the final end of our existence ... totally! (That could be the
ultimate fate of an atheist.) I would venture to say that in the light
of being told, on good authority, that "only the Father knows", it verges
on blasphemy for us to try to upset that fact. And if we want to apply
logic to this we must ask why Jesus, as God, after telling us we are not
to know, would put clues in the Book of Revelation. I do not believe
that God plays games with us. That went out with the ancient Greek
concept of "the gods." They do make great stories though.
Again, I express my apologies to all my friends who look at the Book of
Revelation differently. What I have said is my belief and need not be
yours. If your concept of things leads you closer to God, so be it.
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Gratitude is a quality similar to
electricity:
it must be produced and discharged and
used up in order to exist at all.
~ William Faulkner
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Spring is here. My lawn service arrived on Wednesday afternoon. The
winter debris is gone and my lawn is aerated and fertilized. The soil of
Orland Park, after the builders have stripped most of it and sold it,
leaves mostly clay and it needs all the help it can get. And since there
is so little of the loam left, the roots of the grass are shallow and
subject to the invasion of weeds of every kind. I confess to be
anti-natural and have weed killer applied in order to be pro-green. They
do use "pet-friendly" chemicals for this purpose. Have you
noticed, this is an imperfect world and I seem to do some things to keep
it that way.
I hope all of you had the opportunity to watch the ABC Prime Time
special Wednesday evening. about Randy Pausch's last lecture. This man,
fast approaching his "End Days", not only tells us how to live but he is
a prime example of how it is to be done. He certainly would not be
concerned with the supposed prophesies of Revelation. His advice
in three words ...":Tell the truth." And he says that if he could add
three more words they would be ... "All the time". Randy believes in
integrity. He also believes in living in the present moment. He is
grateful for what his life has been and where it has brought him. He is
also ready for what comes next. For more on Randy see ...
About
the ABC show and
The
lecture .
Randy does not speak of religion or faith and in one respect, that is
good. His advice transcends the differences in various religions and
living as he advocates would satisfy all religions. For my part he was
living as Christ would have us live.
On a lighter side, we have more Grandchild news. Joe Albano has made the
Deans List at Robert Morris College. Congratulations Joe. While the
baseball team seems to be floundering, Joe is holding up his end and
more. He had been catching every other game, giving his shoulder a rest
on the off days
but since he is the best hitter on the team they have him playing 1st
base instead of sitting out alternate days. He is batting .348 and
batting 2nd in the order. We'll call him "double threat Joe".
I awakened on Thursday in a befuddled state
thinking it was Friday. I knew I didn't need to take Mikey to the
groomer because his appointment had been postponed a week du to a death
in Paula's family. It was during breakfast that I realized that didn't
delete a day of the week and I still needed to go to bible study because
it was actually Thursday.
My bewilderment carried through the day, not that I did anything
stupid (I think) but I was running on "slow", not accomplishing much,
and just feeling tired. Maybe it was the cold rainy weather. Even Mikey
was subdued and lazy. It carried on to my computer which at one point
just refused to function and had to be re-booted. Even my Expression Web
program, used to create this page, did some strange things and disrupted
the format of the page. So ... if you see anything strange here ... I
mean stranger than what it usually here ... chalk it up to general
befuddlement.
Friday was better ... much better. It was warm, 600
and sunny but a smidgen to windy to be comfortable. During
my reflections, my thoughts went to
Randy Pausch's words about always being truthful.
I would add that we should start by being truthful to ourselves. First
by acknowledging that we are far from perfsct
and then remembering that sign, you know ... the one we put up that
says, "You are entering life again today ... expect adversity." We must
be honest enough with ourselves to admit that we are not the center of
the universe and that we can not have it our way all the time. We must
train ourselves to bend in order to be at peace with the world and
ourselves. The computer may need to be rebooted and the printer may be
balky ... things happen. We may not be first in line and the nearest
parking space may be far from the door. We must be able to keep our
options open and realize that the noise we hear may be opportunity
knocking.
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It is only possible to live
happily-ever-after
on a day-to-day basis.
~ Margaret Bonnano
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