Tuesday June 22, 50th wedding anniversary, Dodging gales.

Written by Jack van Ommen on June 22nd, 2009

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In the “mass” mail, I asked for your prayers. Many of you responded with affirmations. Thank you! My faith is my primary anchor but we all prefer to keep that private and avoid annoying our friends of a different conviction. When I rode back on the bus from Santo Domingo (Holy Sunday) in the Dominican Republic on a Sunday, last March, there was this simple campesino, who asked the bus driver if it was o.k. for him to read a part of the bible to all on the bus. Then he asked all on the bus. Practically everyone approved. And I discovered that many more of you than I would have expected approved. I love you all!

To-day, 50 years ago I was married to Joan, we met in the chair lift at Mammoth Mountain in April 1958. It lasted 13 years. Could have, should have… Yesterday, was Father’s day. All three daughters remembered but the two sons, as usual, only remember their own birthdays. One of these days, I am going to research why so many boys in the U.S.A. do not separate themselves from their toys and games till they are middle age, or never, or a good woman shows them that there is a world beyond their play pen. I will not get in trouble for this because the ones who should heed this will be too busy with their games to bother reading this.


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