Sunday, September 25, 2016

It Won’t Be The Same Anymore

Sunday morning, 7:00 – 8:30 AM, just will not be the same anymore now that Charles Osgood is retiring from “CBS Sunday Morning,” after 22 years as host.

I have been a listener to this outstanding program since long before Charles took over the reins from Charles Kuralt.  On the rare occasions that I overslept and missed the opening, or heaven forbid if I missed even more of the program, I would rush, still in my pjs to catch whatever I could.  Yes, even before COFFEE!  Since the advent of modern coffee makers, I would set mine on automatic so the coffee was waiting for me upon arising.

I cannot begin to tell you the range of emotional satisfaction that the stories each Sunday morning had for me.  “News” was the least of what a listener would hear.  A brief news opening, but after that, only rich and meaningful stories would unfold. It was almost impossible to not enjoy seeing and hearing little known facts about some part of the world or some population, or some special person.

There was something for everyone and I could not help but find myself drawn into some special part of the program every Sunday morning.  This morning the hour and a half was a retrospective of the 22 years of broadcasting hosted by “Charlie.”  I could remember almost all of the features recounted. 

Jane Pauley is scheduled to be the new hostess of the program.  Although I like Ms. Pauley, it just will not be the same.  I expect the quality of the programming to continue to be top notch and I will be there every Sunday morning as long as I am able to get out of bed. Maybe you would like to join me and the millions who follow “CBS Sunday Morning.”

Until then, as Charles would always sign off:  “I’ll see you on the radio.”

So long for now, Charlie!

Sunday, August 28, 2016

The Trashing of America

I try to take a 30 – 60 minute walk every morning on days I do not have my fitness class.  I find my brain working overtime on a variety of ideas that come to me along the way.  Sometimes they are such that I hope I will still have them fresh in my mind by the time I get home so I can write them down.  Most times, though, they are gone by then.

Today was one of the days my thoughts stayed with me.  I had gone over and over them until they seemed set in form.  What struck me today, and it often has, is the amount of litter—trash—that I see along the streets and walkways.

Years ago, when I was director of youth education for my national church headquarters, one of my responsibilities was the organization of an annual teenage youth conference for about 350 young folks from all over the country.  In one of those conferences I met a young man who was from another country participating in an exchange program.  One day as we were talking he mentioned to me his disappointment in finding so much litter in “America the Beautiful.”  He said that in his country he would be castigated for simply spitting on the sidewalk.  Regardless of what other conditions might be discussed about issues in his country, the point stuck with me through the years.  It seems far too easy for Americans, especially young people, though not they alone, to simply drop trash where they stand.

It occurred to me as I walked along past the middle school, the small park and the aquatic center on my way to the path through the woods along Rickreal Creek, that even if we had trash barrels every 50 feet, there would be those who still would drop their candy wrappers, pop cans and bottles—beer cans in some cases—right on the spot.  This morning I even saw a plastic bag of dog poop that an owner has obviously picked up and bagged.  I wonder who is supposed to take care of it.  Maybe mom is coming by later, like she does picking up after others in the home regularly.  I doubt it.

I suppose one could find all kinds of reasons we do not seem to care as much for the way we treat our country.  The National Parks Service has been running advertisements during this year of celebrating the history of our national parks, showing the tons of garbage left in the parks by visitors each year.  Granted this is not necessarily litter, but it is garbage.  The tag line in the ad is “We are what we leave behind.”  Cannot be said much clearer than that.

Among the many things I was taught as a child was to NOT leave litter behind me.  I wrapped used gum in the original wrapper or other paper and disposed of it appropriately, carrying it home in my pocket, if necessary.  Pop bottles were collected and redeemed at the grocery store.  (This was before the many litter laws encouraging recycling.)  Besides the cleanup that was accomplished, I always had pocket money, an incentive for my actions.  I suppose I could take a bag with me to hold litter that I find along my walks.  I do pick up things that I find close to garbage cans that someone couldn’t take the two steps to toss in the can.

So, the long and the short of the story is that we could be doing a much better job of keeping our streets and byways free of litter and trash.  Lady Bird Johnson, wife of former President, Lyndon Johnson, took on the mission of beautifying our roadways by planting flowers.  We all get to enjoy that beauty. 

What’s that I hear?  Oh, its just mom’s footsteps heading out to pick up after the rest of us who dropped our trash on the spot.  Thanks, mom!

Thursday, June 16, 2016

There Is Too Much Pain and Suffering

I can hardly see my computer screen for the tears.  Suffering seems rampant; needless suffering caused by inexcusable actions by an increasing number of people. 

I have just finished reading the entire 12-page letter written by the victim of the outrageous rape committed by Brock Turner, the Stanford University student, who felt privilege entitled him to brutalize a woman without penalty.  In my opinion, every male student entering any college should be required to read this letter and be tested on its contents.  Perhaps female students would be well served to do the same.  No, it will not stop the abuses, but it may bring a greater degree of sensitivity to what happens when alcohol enters the equation.  And, no, every rape is not the result of alcohol abuse.

For me, the anger I feel about the context of privilege versus victim makes me want to scream along with the victim of Brock Turner.  (Every time I type his name it seems an extra letter accidentally gets appropriately added:  Brock Turdner.)

To the pain and suffering all have experienced in this ordeal, we then add the ridiculous six-month sentence handed down by Judge Aaron Persky!  Certainly, one must not cause permanent damage to a star swimming athlete’s future.  After all, as Brock’s father so succinctly noted:  “That is a steep price to pay for 20 minutes of action out of his 20 plus years of life.”

Even one of the juror’s, a person who recently became a US citizen after living in this country for 30 years, wrote the judge regarding the relative light sentence compared to the severity of the crime.

There is too much pain and suffering.

And this is but one of the terrible events we are facing in what seems like a daily assault on our senses.  I do not need to list them here.  We all know what they are.  When are we going to “re-civilize” our society?  It is not enough for outrage to last a day or two.  We must return to teaching responsibility and being responsible.  The personification of “privilege” as a right will never be right.  We must respect and honor the dignity of EVERY PERSON.  Women are not sex objects to be fondled and raped because a male feels privileged to do so.  Minorities, of all types, are human beings to be respected for their beliefs and cultural practices.  I could go on and on with what we all know are the attitudes that we must recover and express if we are to remain human.

There is too much pain and suffering!

Please!  Please help to heal our hearts, minds and souls.

Friday, May 20, 2016

In Memory of

John R. (Jack) Marsh

June 20, 1923 – January 2, 2016

 Erwin A. (Buff) Marsh

July 12, 1926 – March 21, 2016


I learned this week of the passing of my two cousins.  Though they were closer in their ages to my brother, Frank Perin, and my sister, Lucille (Perin) Kruse, we were closer in our later years.
Both were members of the U. S. military during World War II and served in the Pacific theater.  Jack was a member of the 41st Infantry Division of the Army.  Buff served in the Navy aboard a destroyer.
We were double cousins due to the marriage of our fathers, John Marsh and Arthur Perin, and our mothers, Christine Perin and Esther Marsh.  Photos of us together showed a remarkable likeness, as one would expect.

Jack, Buff, Dan

 Blessings for my cousins as they continue on along the road of life that never ends.
Peace and comfort for the family members.

Sunday, May 8, 2016

On Mothers And More

I have not written an article for my LifeCentering blog for some time now.  In fact, on several occasions I have felt I should write one indicating it was the “last word.”  Obviously, the last word has not been written—yet.

I am writing this on Mothers’ Day 2016, and my heart is filled with the emotions of memories of my Mom.  She made her transition one month short of her 100th birthday in 2002.  However, it is not simply memories of her that sparked this article.

For many, memories of our loved ones who have gone beyond our physical site are often tinged with thoughts of things we might have done differently regarding our interactions.  Sadly, these retrospectives can tend to leave us feeling we did not do enough, or that “unfinished” business should have been taken care of before they left.

Today, I find myself thinking of current situations in the lives of others I know for whom I am aware there is “unfinished” business that it would be well to take care of while it is still possible to do so.  Back in November 2014 I wrote an article detailing how I had waited too long to make amends to my sister for a misunderstanding that we had. See the article here:

It is often very difficult, especially after much time has passed, to make amends to someone we may have offended or hurt in some manner.  Let me assure you the difficulty one faces when the amends are NOT made in time is much worse to deal with emotionally.  There is a good reason Twelve Step Support groups emphasize the importance of making amends (Step Nine).  It is the step that offers an opportunity to become resolved about past actions that have been hurtful or limiting in some way to others.  When we move toward reconciliation we are saying, “My life is not fully in order as long as I have not forgiven others or asked forgiveness from them.”  Further, it brings us clearly face to face with what stands in the way of our healing and happiness.  Our action in making amends is what is important.  What the person to whom we offer our amends does is not our business.  Our business is taking care of OUR actions and freeing ourselves of the burden of regret and perhaps even shame.

So, on this Mothers’ Day I hope all of us who are reminiscing about our mothers will use the time to celebrate all they have done for us.  And should there happen to be some bit of unfinished business in the relationship, now is the time to do what you can to resolve it.  Free yourself and your mother (or whomever else may need it) from anything that stands in the way of healing.  Bless you, Mother!