“As a girl my temper often got out of bounds. But one day when I became angry at a friend over some trivial matter, my mother told me, ‘Elizabeth, anyone who angers you conquers you.’” - Elizabeth Kenny
“I am more involved in unlearning than learning. I’m having to unlearn all the garbage that people have laid on me.” - Leo Buscaglia
“I have wept in the night – For the shortness of sight – That to somebody’s need made me blind – But I have never yet – Felt a tinge of regret – For being a little too kind.” - Anon
Fortunately this new book with the above title has no notices about “all rights reserved” so I will quote a brief passage with approving smiles, I hope, from the authors, Vera Powell Glenn, Doris Acton Halterman, and Janet Davis Austin Simons.
“In the 1880s the Philadelphia to Newtown line of the Reading Railroad began to run weekend excursion trains out to a little station, sixteen or so miles out of the city, called Alnwick Grove. This announcement appeared in The Times (Philadelphia Edition) on May 8, 1887: ‘Alnwick Grove Beautifully situated on the Pennypack creek, in Montgomery County, Pa., twelve miles out from Philadelphia, is now making arrangements with excursion parties. Excellent boating, fishing, etc., and all rural sports, Covered pavilions, etc….’
“Among the many people who came to enjoy the canoeing on the Pennypack Creek and dancing to a small band in the pavilion in the park was a group of members of the New Church Advent Society and their families. After picnicking they would walk up the station hill, across the old Marsh farm, and climb to the ridge of Knight’s Hill. Here, looking out over the valley in the slanting rays of the westering sun, they would hold a service of worship. It was a beautiful and inspiring place. Perhaps they could even imagine the spires of a beautiful Cathedral rising there one day.”
This was the very beginning of what was to become the borough of Bryn Athyn. God bless the three ladies who produced this finely detailed account of our borough with its special religious mission.
Sept. 4, 1971 ELEPHANTS IN SOUTHAMPTON! Things like that shouldn’t happen to a motorist without warning. To be driving along minding one’s own business, when all of a sudden out of the corner of the eye, one sees three elephants grazing peacefully next to the turnpike on the way to Southampton, could be demoralizing. But quickly the children solved the mystery – a carnival or circus was coming to town.
November 4, 1971 A bit of Bryn Athynania from the past: Friday Suppers and singing classes have been in existence for 76 years! Bishop W.F. Pendleton started suppers and doctrinal classes and Mr. Robert Glenn conducted singing practice on Friday nights, only they started in the afternoon and continued on into the evening. October 1895 was the date of the first of such evenings.
“In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of little pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.” - Khalil Gibran
“You’re only here for a short visit. Do not hurry. Do not worry. And be sure to smell the flowers along the way.” - Walter Hagen
“What you can do, or dream you can, Begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it, Begin it now.” - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
“We cannot control the wind, but we can adjust our sails.” - Anon
“Though we are imperfect He loves us perfectly. Though we may feel lost and without compass, God’s love encompasses us completely. He loves every one of us, even those of us who are flawed, rejected, awkward, sorrowful, or broken.” - Dieter F. Uchtdorf
“Our ideas of God, tells us more about ourselves than about Him.” - Thomas Merton
“One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon – instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.” - Dale Carnegie
“I have to laugh at the times I’ve knocked myself out over a tough spot only to find out afterwards that there was an easier way through.” - Robert Franklin Leslie
Below is a quote from Vera Glenn’s book, HEAVEN IN A Wild Flower. It is the closing section of her spiritual reflections in her book which was published in the year 2000. I trust that she will not disapprove of my using it to close this issue of Sunshine.
“Many non-gardeners think of winter as death. But gardeners know that, although things may look moribund, life is still there. The buds that hold the flower and the leaf are set on tree and shrub. Energy is packed up tight in root and bulb. The seed is in the ground ready to spring into action. Everything in the vegetable kingdom is at the ready, waiting for ‘the force that through the green fuse drives the flower’ as the poet Dylan Thomas wrote. All it takes is the right amount earth rotation, the right amount of natural and spiritual sunshine. Nature sleeps to waken; the garden dies to come alive again.
“And by late January the snowdrops will be blooming once again.”
I look forward to seeing the cheerful snowdrops smiling in the still-chilly weather at Cairncrest, the Cathedral and in the ground near Greg and Jesse’s mail box.