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Voter Registration Deadline is Oct. 14
Monday, 22 September 2014
Residents can register at the county, by mail, or in their town FREEHOLD, N.J. – The deadline is fast approaching for those wishing to vote in the... Read More...
Farmers’ Market Season is Drawing to a Close in Atlantic Highlands
Monday, 22 September 2014
Atlantic Highlands, NJ - Farmers’ Market is Drawing to a Close! The popular Atlantic Highlands Chamber of Commerce Farmers’ Market that... Read More...
October 2014 Events for Adults and Teens at Middletown Library
Monday, 22 September 2014
MIDDLETOWN, NJ - The following Spotlight Events are scheduled at the Middletown Library, 55 New Monmouth Road, Middletown. Jersey City... Read More...
October 2014 Activities at Atlantic Highlands Library
Monday, 22 September 2014
OCTOBER 2014 EVENTS AT ATLANTIC HIGHLANDS LIBRARY ATLANTIC HIGHLANDS, NJ - The following events and activites have been scheduled for October 2014 at... Read More...
Sondheim on Sondheim at Jersey Shore Arts Center in Ocean Grove
Monday, 22 September 2014
NENAproductions presents NJ Premiere of SONDHEIM ON SONDHEIM. OCEAN GROVE, NJ - NENAproductions Theater Project proudly opens their 2014-2015 theater... Read More...

Columns

IMAGE Steinbach Tackles Paranoid Schizophrenia
by Daniel J. Vance
Sunday, 21 September 2014
He began hearing voices in his head at age 15. Said Charles Steinbach, of Grand Junction, Colorado, in a telephone interview: “It started with... Read More...
IMAGE Living in the Daily Tensions
by George Hancock-Stefan
Friday, 19 September 2014
I am currently reading the book of the great prophet Jeremiah. He lived in the time when the Babylonians conquered the nation of Israel.  While... Read More...
IMAGE Skewed View - September 19, 2014
by Tom Brennan
Friday, 19 September 2014
Woman gets outbid on her "dream home" turns it into a nightmare as she plays pranks on the couple who outbid her.  http://abcn.ws/YRFfKS... Read More...
IMAGE The Secret of Old Age
by Anne Mikolay
Thursday, 18 September 2014
Facebook is a playground for adults. You can find pretty much anything there. While some folks share political commentary, others post inspirational... Read More...
IMAGE Romney Seems Ready for Another Run
by Dennis
Thursday, 18 September 2014
For the past several weeks, the media and the Republican Party have been abuzz with talk related to a most unexpected of topics: former Massachusetts... Read More...

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Baby Story Time Ages 10 – 24 months
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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!