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Labor Day 2014 Gas Prices Fall
Friday, 29 August 2014
Gasoline Prices Continue to Fall as New Jerseyans Take to the Roads for Labor Day The Week Gas prices continue to head downward as nearly 30 million... Read More...
Taste of Atlantic Highlands Scheduled for Sept 14
Friday, 29 August 2014
ATLANTIC HIGHLANDS, NJ - The Atlantic Highlands Chamber of Commerce invites one and all to their Third Annual Taste of Atlantic Highlands, to be held... Read More...
IMAGE Port Monmouth Man Arrested on Heroin Possession Charges
Friday, 29 August 2014
Middletown, NJ - The following police report is provided by the Middletown Police Department.  All subjects are presumed innocent unless, and... Read More...
IMAGE Kongo Across the Waters is First North American Exhibition to Deeply Explore the Legacy of Kongo
Friday, 29 August 2014
PHOTO: Lower Kongo Staff Kongo masterpieces never before seen in the US will be on view at Princeton University Art Museum Oct. 25, 2014, through... Read More...
IMAGE Girl Scouts of the Jersey Shore Wants You to Join the Fun
Friday, 29 August 2014
MONMOUTH/OCEAN COUNTY - Summer is coming to an end, but for Girl Scouts, it marks the beginning of a new year full of wonder, knowledge and... Read More...

Columns

IMAGE People with Autism Especially Vulnerable
by Daniel J. Vance
Friday, 29 August 2014
Perhaps like you, recently I read of an incident in Okeechobee, Florida, in which an 18-year-old man was recorded on video beating, choking, kicking,... Read More...
IMAGE Aging Rockers
by Woody Zimmerman
Friday, 29 August 2014
A curious phenomenon of our time is the aging rocker. This is not an old piece of furniture but a person frozen in a musical time-warp. Often it is a... Read More...
IMAGE Review - When the Game Stands Tall
by David Prown
Friday, 29 August 2014
I've shared before that my favorite non-fiction sports "Rudy, Hoosiers, and Brian's Song" grabbed me for 2 primary reasons.  First, the... Read More...
IMAGE College Consultants Can Help Coax Students into the More Selective Schools
by wjoreilly
Thursday, 28 August 2014
Some high school students are unstoppable in their quest to get into the most selective of colleges--the Harvards, Yales and Princetons.They don't... Read More...
IMAGE Review - Boyhood
by David Prown
Wednesday, 27 August 2014
I have a sense I saw previews about the film “Boyhood” quite a while ago and looked quite engaging.  But where the heck in this world am I... 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!