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IMAGE Monmouth University’s Science, Society, and Sustainability Seminar Series Presents Governor Florio on February 3
Sunday, 25 January 2015
Former Governor James J. Florio will speak at Monmouth University Feb. 3 West Long Branch, N.J. - Monmouth University’s Science, Sustainability, and Society Series, sponsored by the School of Science and Urban Coast Institute, presents a... Read More...
IMAGE Call for Entries - Monmouth County Park System 2015 Spring Arts Festival
Sunday, 25 January 2015
PICTURED –This carved rim bowl is an example of the artwork created at the Thompson Park Creative Arts Center. LINCROFT —  Calling all artists!  There’s still time to submit an entry into the Monmouth County Park System’s Spring... Read More...
IMAGE "If You Can See It, You Can Be It!" Contest Open to Students Grade 1-5
Sunday, 25 January 2015
Students in grades 1 – 5 called to create and submit characters that will star in an animated cartoon short to raise awareness of gender stereotypes in media.  Fair Haven, NJ – Small Factory Productions invites students... Read More...
IMAGE BSA Troop 32 Honors Two New Eagle Scouts - Jablonski, Katzgrau
Sunday, 25 January 2015
PHOTO: Middletown Boy Scout Troop 32 honors its Newest Eagle Scouts. From left: Timothy Katzgrau and Andrew Jablonski, both of Middletown. Middletown, New Jersey – Boy Scouts of America Troop 32’s leadership, scouts, friends, and family... Read More...
Catholic Schools Week 2015 to Feature Events Throughout Diocese
Saturday, 24 January 2015
Catholic Schools Week to feature events throughout Diocese TRENTON, NJ – Catholic schools throughout of the Diocese of Trenton – in Burlington, Mercer, Monmouth and Ocean Counties – will join counterparts across the country and open their... Read More...

Columns

IMAGE What’s that Flock in the Bay?
by Joe Reynolds
Sunday, 25 January 2015
This was a week of counting wintering water-birds. The other day I looked out onto New York Harbor and saw a large raft of diving ducks. I counted at... Read More...
IMAGE Just Sayin...
by Anne Mikolay
Sunday, 25 January 2015
While watching this month's news broadcasts, I have concluded the world is steeped in irony. This tendency to fore-go common sense and do the... Read More...
IMAGE Father Trying to Build Understanding
by Daniel J. Vance
Saturday, 24 January 2015
You won't find too many dads that love like this. Joseph Hernandez of Auburn, Washington, knew before his son's birth that his son would have a birth... Read More...
IMAGE My Encounters with Police Officers
by George Hancock-Stefan
Tuesday, 20 January 2015
During the past few months when there has been so much discussion about police officers, I started to think a lot about how I view police officers,... Read More...
IMAGE An Untold Story - Part 1
by Daniel Murphy
Tuesday, 20 January 2015
This is a subject that I have not written or talked about before.  Some people, I am sure, will be looking at me as if I have finally lost a bit... Read More...

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anne_mikolay_120Sometimes, I marvel at the kindness of others.

Years ago, my father sold my childhood home, and though I was married and no longer living there, I was crushed by his decision. My husband and I had hoped to save enough money to purchase the home, but my father's sudden decision to privately sell the house put an abrupt and definite end to my dream. I adored that house, a 1920s colonial with simple architecture that belied the warmth and character within. I was forced to accept that I would never serve dinner upon the antique dining room table I so loved, never plant roses in the little backyard, never again sit in “daddy's chair” in the living room. I know it sounds silly, but when I closed the front door behind me for the very last time, I bid the house goodbye, and prayed that it would embrace its new family the same way it had embraced me.

Fast forward more years than I care to count. My sister, our kids, and I were visiting our old neighborhood when we saw a young man on the front lawn of “our” house. We approached him; he went inside and told the owner that previous residents were outside. The owner, a lovely lady named Muriel, invited us in, showed us around “our” house, and pointed out changes she had made. The walls were different colors than we remembered. The kitchen was larger, modern. The hardwood floors and french doors had been refinished. The apple tree in the yard had been removed to make room for a pool. The antique dining room set had been replaced, though Muriel displayed the antique buffet server from the set in her living room.

Standing again in the home that I so loved as a child moved me to tears. It was wonderful to “feel” the house again, even more wonderful to meet Muriel and realize for the first time that my prayer had been answered. Muriel was loving, kind, family-oriented, and greatly appreciative of the colonial home in which she had raised her family. I left my childhood home that day grateful to her for the visit and content in knowing that the 1920s colonial was not “my” house, but hers.

Fast forward even more years. While playing around on the internet, I came across a real estate listing for a colonial for sale...Muriel's home. The idea that Muriel was leaving the house was disconcerting, but I wrote to Muriel and offered to purchase the antique that had once been my mother's. To my utter surprise, Muriel called immediately to tell me the listing was an error, her home was not for sale, but she would give me my mother's server.

Talk about random acts of kindness! Muriel's generosity is overwhelming. Because of her hospitality years before, I learned that my father had sold my childhood house to someone who truly cherished it, and now, because of Muriel's generosity, a little “piece” of my mother has been returned to me. My mother's antique buffet server, circa 1924, now sits against the wall in my living room, and whenever I pass it, I remember my beloved mom and the blissful childhood she created for my sister and me in that beautiful colonial – Muriel's home. I also think of Muriel, smile, and marvel at how the good Lord takes care of everything in His own time. I no longer pine for my childhood home. The house is where it should be, in Muriel's hands. Through Muriel, God gave me back a memory of my mother that I will always, always cherish.

Yes, indeed. I marvel at Muriel's kindness!