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Road Construction on West Front Street in Middletown Until Aug. 8
Wednesday, 30 July 2014
Wall, NJ – New Jersey Natural Gas (NJNG) today announced that it is installing 1,500 feet of main on West Front Street in Middletown, between... Read More...
Matawan Contractor Admits Failing to Perform Work for Post-Sandy Victims
Wednesday, 30 July 2014
Admits He Took Deposits for Work He Never Did FREEHOLD, NJ - A Matawan-based contractor pleaded guilty to accusations of theft admitting he accepted... Read More...
IMAGE Telling Their Story Through the Power of Art
Wednesday, 30 July 2014
PHOTO: Amanda's Easel Program Coordinator Cindi Westendorf (second from left) and Canterbury Art Show volunteers in the 2013 art show gallery of... Read More...
IMAGE The Community YMCA Kicks Off ‘Togetherhood’ Initiative with School Supply Drive to Benefit Kids Near and Far
Wednesday, 30 July 2014
PHOTO: Sahar Akbarzai of Old Bridge helps Y campers create a mural that will travel to Afghanistan along with school supplies being collected at... Read More...
IMAGE Assistance Available for Organic Certification Costs
Wednesday, 30 July 2014
TRENTON, NJ  – The New Jersey Department of Agriculture announced a partnership with the federal government to reduce organic certification... Read More...

Columns

IMAGE Not the Kind of Anchovy You Put on Pizza
by Joe Reynolds
Wednesday, 30 July 2014
If someone were to ask you the question what’s the most abundant and frequently found fish in Lower New York Bay, including Raritan Bay and Sandy... Read More...
IMAGE Review - Lucy
by David Prown
Wednesday, 30 July 2014
I saw the new movie, "Lucy" the other day starring Scarlett Johansson and Morgan Freeman and this movie is going to do well in the box office. Not... Read More...
IMAGE Adoption Involving Fetal Alcohol Syndrome
by Daniel J. Vance
Saturday, 26 July 2014
Laura Bloch adored his picture. “My husband and I had just been approved through an adoption agency and the agency sent out a letter with a picture... Read More...
IMAGE Is It The Shadow?
by Woody Zimmerman
Friday, 25 July 2014
“Who knows what evil lurks in the heart of man? (Hoo-hoo-hoo-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!) The Shadow...” Starting in the 1930s, and extending well into... Read More...
IMAGE Spectator’s Observations
by George Hancock-Stefan
Thursday, 24 July 2014
During the World Cup, I watched as many games as possible. I watched them here at home, I watched a couple of games in Turkey where they were... Read More...

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Prostate Cancer Network- US TOO meets
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“Half Day Fluke Fishing” Cruise

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!