Saturday, April 5, 2014

Coasting Along

My Facebook friends have come to dread my "wee small hours" posts, invariably darker than my usual fare.  Well, it's 4:47 a.m. & here I go again.  

One of my grannie clients gets downcast every weekend, thinking about all the things happening back in her hometown, while she is stuck in a charming but a teensy bit distant "senior lifestyle" residence.  

She's not thinking about couples heading out to dinner or country club dances, to a round of cocktail parties or the local night spot, to a sock hop or concert.  She's wistful for community events that were the staple of her life, from her earliest years to fairly recent past:
  • the Friday night suppers, put on by committees of community ladies, that drew virtually every adult, from high school freshman to great-grandparents;  
  • the song practice & doctrinal class that followed, attended by older community members, the high school & college students generally vanishing after dessert;  
  • yes, the cocktail parties that were a staple for many groups of friends, including my "ancient" mother & her equally elderly friends, before or after "Friday Supper;" 
  • the high school sporting events, where you cheered on your young relatives or children you'd known since before they were born
  • the Saturday weddings, with their almost always open invitation - to both ceremony & celebration - to the entire community; 
  • the school dances, offering opportunities to see old friends & dance with your best guy or gal;
  • the free concerts by the community orchestra;
  • the ultra special events at the home of a spectacularly wealthy & generous couple - the free concerts, the spring dance, the wedding receptions of their children & grandchildren;  
  • the weekly summertime suppers at the aptly named "Civic & Social" Club, with more committees of community ladies putting on yum suppers & the annual mega popular smorgasbord, followed by a travelogue by Gosta B. or a special presentation of general interest.  

THAT's what she thinks is happening back in her little boro, while she is stuck where she is.  It's virtually impossible for her to grasp that those days are long gone.  

Oh, my little boro still thinks of itself as the tight little community that all of those shared events - all low or no cost - produced, but as far as I can tell, it's basically just coasting along, fueled by reputation rather than present-day reality.  Sounds harsh, but I calls 'em like I sees 'em.

Too many of the events that are remembered with great affection, even by people who didn't experience them first hand, are long gone. 
  • There aren't enough stay-at-home Moms & older women to put together one community supper, let alone all the different crews of women whipped up all those tasty meals.  Friday Supper, song practice & class are things of far distant memory, vanished with the committees of women who once welcomed the weekly opportunities to hire sitters & head out for an afternoon of cooking with a wide range of other ladies, gabbing with old friends & getting to know new ones while prepping veggies & setting out cooking trays of chicken.  Ditto club suppers.
  • Legions of babysitters no longer fan out across the community, guaranteed of making good moola on the nights that parents headed out for what passed for some of them as their weekly date night - all those families who got to know their baby sitters as older siblings, pseudo aunties & the rare uncle.
  • People attend church without a clue what the songs are going to be, let alone having a clue about what the sermon might be on.  (The quality of congregational singing - especially the more complex hymns - is a shadow of its former glory.)
  • Cocktail parties have gone the way of the dodo bird.  Some say "good riddance," since they did lead to the occasional abuse, but I remember Mom & her fabulous circle of elderly friends having the most light-hearted & friend-centered (not alcohol-fueled) parties, with Grandma R. leading off the celebrations with her merrily given toast, "Here's to the church - all else is bosh!"
  • High school athletes are virtually unrecognizable, most of the stars recruited from other schools' rather than local student-athletes;  kids who came to school from across the country or around the world have to wonder if they'll have a crack at winning a starting position on today's varsity teams.
  • School dances haven't been welcoming to the older set - my grannie client's generation & even mine - for decades, no longer beckon alums of all ages.  The Junior-Senior Dance is held at a local country club, not the meticulously decorated school gym.  What passes for the alumni dance is aimed strictly at current high school students, not the alums, with loud music & virtually nowhere to gather in small groups of much-missed friends catching up.  And the club dances?  Distant memories. 
  • With a beautiful - limited capacity - special events venue now available within walking distance of the church, the rare wedding reception is open to the entire community, although there is the solace of being able to watch it online, live streamed from the church.
  • Our orchestra's performances are semi-professional in quality, but the cost for a couple to attend puts them outside of our current funds.
  • House concerts are a delightful development over the past years, but are typically limited - by practical consideration - to a circle of friends, while the last in-home spring dance took place many decades ago.  
  • A personal favorite event is a totally tasty soup supper & house concert put on by the college & offering all the best qualities of what's made my hometown a true community.  Caveat - space is limited to fifty & tickets are (gulp!)  $35.  Worth every penny, but $70 a couple is outside a lot of family budgets. 
  • Praise be, the Christmas concert still draws us together.

Things change.  I am sure that my grannie client's parents missed certain events that once drew all of us together.  But looking around, it's hard to see anything that serves the same purpose of providing a shared community social life.  While church services are split between multiple venues, there are still things that help develop common bonds.  School plays & special events still draw capacity crowds. Be Well Bakery & Cafe serves as a gathering spot for many community members, the place for cozy meetings & tagging up with friends.  Bryn Athyn Bounty provides a special place for all ages to gather every Saturday morning, from May through mid-October.  People still love stopping by the post office, picking up mail & greeting friends.  For the most part, though, we tend to coast along on a reputation for openly shared community that stopped being the norm decades ago.  

My worry is that the time will come when reputation will not be enough to make up for the lack of current day connection.  I once heard that Fidelia de Charms believed that our shared social events were the backbone of our community, which is the backbone of our church.   That seems pretty spot on, to me.  

I do not, like my grannie client, grieve for what was lost.  Things change, but they don't necessarily evolve.  Somethings just cease to be.  We were once a community that offered social & cultural events that even folks with barely two nickels to rub together could attend.   

Looking around, there are still events that needn't cost a penny.  Bryn Athyn Bounty offers good friends & wonderful live music.  A group of young adults invites everyone to a weekly bring-your-own picnic supper in boro park.  A couple invites all their Facebook friends - including mere acquaintances, like the two of us - to Fire Pit Friday.  

Using those as a best practices start, what are other ways we can craft moments that bring us together?  They are out there.  

Way, way back in the day, every Labor Day featured Soap Box Derby races down the long long road that skirts along the bottom of Church Hill.  Cars of all stripes & styles hurled themselves down the step road while a crowd of family & friends cheered them on.  They made coasting work.  But even they could only take it so far before their racers slowed to a stop or crashed.  

Merely coasting is not enough. How to fire up our social engines?  Ah, that's the rev...  I mean rub!

Friday, April 4, 2014

Beginning & End

Recalled last night how strongly I felt Mom's heavenly hand behind my getting the boot from BISYS.  

The whole thing getting-the-boot thing made NO sense, from it's unfolding to now.  My gosh, just 10 months earlier, I'd received the company's "Employee of the Year" award!  

When I drove out of the parking lot, my brain was in a wild state.  Heading home,  was a complete mess.  At least there was John, waiting at Squirrel Haven to scoop my into his arms, wrapping me in the comfort of his love.  

And then I got to Willow Grove.  

At the intersection of Fitzwatertown & Rt 263, it dawned on me in a brilliant flash - Mom was behind this!  Mom, who NEVER saw me in the corporate world, who had spiritual muscle to flex now that she had passed into more ethereal realms.  It was Mom's doing.  And that stopped the distress & tears.  John saw a bright ray of light spring from the car, not a slog of sorrow.

Did I have a clue what she had in mind?  Not a one, but I knew it was going to be interesting.  And it has been.  And here I am, 12+ years after that fateful October day, and it's come together.  

With an assist from from her Own True Love.

That's what I hadn't connected before last night.  Mom was present in my mind almost from the start of the Great Upheaval, while Dad's heavenly hand was felt at the close, putting THE END to my search for whatever it was his O! Best Beloved had in mind for his baby.  In October 2001, my well-ordered, predictable life was thrown into chaos; in Jan-Feb 2014, it was blessed with blissed-out clarity & loving closure.  

Hey, they always were an awesome partnership;  once they'd slipped the ensnaring coils of earthly life, they could do the awesome parenting that was always in their hearts.  Spooky wonderful!

Thursday, April 3, 2014

caterwail

No, it's not a typo.

It's how I'm feeling.

A young friend's father recently died, leaving a quartet of devoted children & two cats who don't understand that their universe has been torn asunder.

My young friend is in charge of finding a place for the cats.  My heart is with them.  The center of their universe is no longer, suddenly gone without a last rub of the head, a last skritch behind the ears or at the base of the tail, a last entwining of a tail around his trouser leg.  Gone.

And now someone, devoted to their beloved & to them, looks for the best thing to pass for a best solution.  Which will probably mean separating the long-time companions, will probably mean new lives with humans having no knowledge of the glorious life they quietly led with a man who loved them & who they loved back.  

Dear cats, you are forever in my heart, broken as it is for you.  

Unrecognized Leader

Strange, how I balk at thinking of myself as any sort of effective leader.  Over at older2elder, I wrote about the Sept 7-12 (yikes!  6 days!) Omega workshop on becoming the kind of leader the world needs.  About how to make the difference I want to make in the world means putting on my big girl pants, taking deep breaths & just DO it.

It's difficult to admit that I already HAVE done it.  Difficult because that is so not my image of myself.  There are, I must admit, a lot of examples of my showing capable, even inspired leadership, drawing the best out of others, sometimes a best they never suspected was in them.  Leadership,like so many things, is about getting rid of obstacles & distractions so people can knock their own socks off with outcomes.  

The greatest leadership experience of my life came about because someone was ordered to complete bed rest.  When the national team leader of Prudential Healthcare's 50th anniversary had to take a health leave, hq looked around for a replacement.  Who was the closest to Parsippany,NJ?  Little ol' me.

The only reason I was heading up the Central region's anniversary efforts was because MY boss was out on maternity leave & our temporary fearless leader was swamped.  And now I was asked to do that AND take on coordinating all the regional offices events.  

But this was in the fledgling days of internet communication & I - thanks to a couple Ragan Communications workshops out in Chicago - knew how to use it better than most people in the company.  

Right person, right place, right project.

It was a blast, working with my regional cohorts, holding hands, helping with ideas, keeping it away from The Suits' idea of parties & pats on the back and staying close to my idea of paying back to the community & garnering great press.  

What a glorious time!  Helping each region help each of its offices see itself in its best light, showing that light to their local communities and - even more important - to their employees, participating health care providers, hospitals & membership.  We got print coverage, television coverage, radio coverage.  I failed to convince corporate to use car window shields printed "PruCare" as a present (present everyone would have used - and I've always loved free advertising), but that was my only big fail.

Instead of blowing the wad on parties that no one really cared about & gifts that only mattered to the execs, each office developed a community service project.  Instead about feeling good about getting part of a day off, employees felt great about doing something good.  It affected how they felt about themselves, their place in their communities, even their feelings for the company they worked for.

That was my greatest source of pride, and it happened BEFORE the execs tagged me as team lead.  

BACKGROUND ~ ~  I represented Central (about 9 states) at the initial meetings at Prudential Healthcare headquarters in Parsippany.  Everyone else was a regional PR&A manager.  I, a lowly regional editor.

There were a lot of execs there, including a couple from Corporate (with a capital C).  During the second day of meetings, they were all gung ho to have a calendar highlighting fifty years of success be the employee gift.  I raised my hand.  The room fell silent.

I could understand, I started, how they would want to spotlight their years of success, but we might consider going in another direction.  If we took the approach of moving the celebration into our local communities, then we might engage our staffs more fully in the moment ~ and ~ it could give us some nice media coverage.  

The execs looked among themselves, while my cohorts, all of them friends, looked at me like I was among the damned.  We broke for lunch.

Why, my friends wanted to know, had I been so foolish as to tell some of Prudential's Old Guard that their way might not be the best way??  Am pretty sure they were laying bets on how fast I'd be headed back down to Horsham.

We got back from lunch and settled around the table.  The execs looked among themselves, then the most heady of the head honchos cleared his throat & said, "We discussed the suggestion that we skip a calendar and use community service projects to celebrate our 50th anniversary.  We think Miss Lockhart had an excellent idea."  

Wow.  My cohorts thought I was the cleverest of them all & it was just that I thought the calendar idea was awful, with only the execs not trashing them, and knew (thank you Ragan Communications) to always always always turn whatever you are doing into a public relations opportunity.

Pretty cool, long long ago memory & not a bad bit of inadvertent leadership, if I may say so myself! 

Scrooged

(originally posted on older2elder.blogspot.com)

This glorious spring morning, drenched in sunlight with hosts of daffodils FINALLY popping after a brute of a winter, am feeling positively Scrooge-like!  

No, no - NOT the Scrooge who is visited by Marley's ghost.  I feel like the Scrooge who wakes up after his 3rd & final visitor to discover he is NOT dead, that Tiny Tim lives, the his life is filled with hope & intention to set things better.  

Like Ebenezer, this morning finds me as light as a feather, as happy as an angel, as merry as a school-boy, as giddy as a drunken man. Like him, I promise to live in the Past, the Present, and the Future, with the spirits & best wishes of our Earth Angels forever striving within me.  I say, "Heaven, and the spirits & best wishes of our circle of angels, here & Elsewhere, be praised for this! I say it on my knees, on my knees!''


I am Frank Cross, Bill Murray's character in the vastly underrated Scrooged, who closes the film with an~oh~so truthful  monologue... 
 
Christmas Eve... the one night when we all act a little nicer. We...we smile a little easier. We...we...share a little more.   

For a couple of hours we are the people we always hoped we would be. It's really a miracle because it happens every Christmas Eve…   

You have to do something. You have to take a chance and get involved.  l get it now.  If you give, then it can happen, the miracle can happen to you. 

Everybody's gotta have this miracle!  It can happen tonight for you all!  If you believe in this pure thing, the miracle will happen and you'll want it again tomorrow!  You'll want it every day! It can happen to you! 

I believe in it now. I believe it's gonna happen to me, now. I'm ready for it!

                                               I'm here, Earth Angels - - bring it on!

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

The Big 6-2

Twelve years ago, when I hit 50, a friend commented that I kept mentioning how my life shifted turning fifty.  How, he wanted to know, had it changed?  I answered that I didn't know.

He was NOT satisfied with that reply.  HOW had it changed?  Again, I answered that I didn't know.

Finally, in exasperation, he demanded, "You keep saying that life has transformed since you turned fifty.  HOW  HAS  IT  CHANGED?"  And my answer finally sunk in with him - at 50, I learned that I didn't know.  

At 50, I could look back at all the things I thought I knew for absolute sure that turned out to be absolutely wrong, and realize that I can never be fully sure of what I know.  I learned that it is  important to have a firm opinion, but to hold it in a light hand.

The reason I bring this up is because of all the changes that rushed into my life between January 14 & Feb 7.  

For 38 years - since I was 24 years old - certain questions kept dancing before me.for which I sought answers.  Over those mid-winter days, the answers were given.  Now, I have friends asking me, "What did you learn?" 

First - cats are a more highly evolved life form than humans.  They don't torment to death other creatures in the name of discovering ways to cure their own, often self-inflicted, diseases & maladies.  They don't turn their eyes away from animals being tortured & killed.  They don't torment other animals in order to provide value-priced food.  They don't support inhumane food producers.  They grieve, so it's reasonable they feel joy. You can step on their tails & they still trust you.  Definitely higher life form than humans. 

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

arrgggghhhhhh!!!

Am exasperated at setting a goal in the morning, then forgetting it as soon as I get up from my writing desk.  HEY, whoever is in there diverting the "to do" signals - am coming after you.  Going to make your life a living hell until you get out of Dodge!