<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div>Thank you, Marilyn. I first knew Bill in the New Orleans Cadre, and Barbara at 3444. They never gave up.<br><br><div><br></div><div>George Holcombe</div><div>14900 Yellowleaf Tr.</div><div>Austin, TX 78728</div><div>Mobile 512/252-2756</div><div><br></div><div>“...we have the choice: we can gratefully cultivate the relationships that make us part of a vast network, or we can take them for granted and allow them to wither and die.” Brother David Steindl-Rast, Deeper than Words</div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><br></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">Sent from my iPad</span></div></div></div><div><br>On Jun 15, 2013, at 5:01 PM, "Marilyn Crocker" <<a href="mailto:marilyncrocker@juno.com">marilyncrocker@juno.com</a>> wrote:<br><br></div><blockquote type="cite"><div><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=us-ascii"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 14 (filtered medium)"><style><!--
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</o:shapelayout></xml><![endif]--><div class="WordSection1"><p class="MsoNormal">Dear Pat and family,<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">You and I communicated in 2011 at the time of Bill’s passing, and again, may I extend my condolences to you on the loss of Barbara, one terrific lady.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">I first met Barb in 1968 on the West Side of Chicago when my husband, Joe, and I arrived for an “intern year” with the Ecumenical Institute – a commitment that extended for 22 more years as we became members of the Order Ecumenical. Barb was then Barbara Pouler, and I’m not sure she had yet even met Bill. The EI staff lived in the former Bethany Seminary, just off the Eisenhower Expressway, and there always seemed to be “repairs and improvements” necessary. As part of our discipline, we had quarterly “work weekends” when we scraped and painted and transformed the spaces used by participants in regular weekend courses as well as apartments used by staff families. Barb and I were often assigned to the same “team” and her company and philosophical conversations made those long, laborious hours so full of delight for me – always replete with lots of laughter. Barb helped me to mollify my tendency to take <u>everything</u> so seriously.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">In 1976 I had the treat of being assigned to work with Barb and Bill in Kreutsburg Ost, Germany and El Bayad, Egypt, where my role was to train them to take over two of the leadership roles Joe and I had played the year before in facilitating the first 8 Human Development Consults. What a gift they were --and such a pair of “quick studies” in the complex research and planning processes of the week-long consult in the local community, plus another week writing the summary document – a key tool for garnering funding for the local socio-economic renewal projects – Barb with her easy-going “well let’s think this through another way” approach, and Bill with his proactive “let’s get moving or we’ll never pull this off!” I loved them both so much and consider the 2+ months I worked with them a treasure – even tho’ that “assignment” had required that I leave Maliwada village in India (and my husband and 5 year-old twin sons) just three weeks after we had arrived from NYC! I’m sure Bill and Barb filled you in over the years on those quick-turnaround responses to “the mission.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">What I beheld in Bill and Barbara’s relationship was akin to what I have been blessed with – true and unconditional love. My husband, Joe, 14 years my senior, and now 85, is wrestling with progressive memory loss; Bill was 10 years younger than Barb, and must have mourned the loss of her presence and spark as his partner in so many activities, especially after she entered the long term care facility. I hope her last days were comfortable, and that her two years without Bill had some significant meaning and spiritual substance. I say this without knowing at all what her illness or frailty was, but believing that if such were within reach, she would embrace it.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">When Bill and Barb visited us here in West Newfield, ME about 10 years ago, they gifted us with a lovely Crate and Barrel bowl – far more generous than the usual overnight guest’s gift. I fill it with bananas, grapes, strawberries, tomatoes – variously, whatever the season – and always think of them. The other image from their visit is a funny one: at that time our guest room was on the first floor (now it is on the 2<sup>nd</sup> with queen sized bed and private bath) and the old fashioned double bed only allowed one night table with lamp in the far corner – plus the guests would have to trek to the bathroom through the living room and the dining room! Ever the one to care responsibly for space requirements <u>and</u> intellectual pursuits, Barb asked me – “So, kiddo, how will Bill (who chose to sleep on the side near the door in order to get to the bathroom quickly) be able to read HIS book if we’ve only got one light?” We immediately hooked up a floor lamp. <span style="font-family:Wingdings">J</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">That is such the Barb Alerding I love!!<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Please know that as long as many of us continue “on this mortal plain,” I will hold Barbara before us as one of the first “new” women – of the ilk that have, indeed, shaped history.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">With love and appreciation,<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Marilyn<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">Marilyn R. Crocker, Ed.D<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">123 Sanborn Rd<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">West Newfield, ME 04095<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p></div></div></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><div><span>_______________________________________________</span><br><span>OE mailing list</span><br><span><a href="mailto:OE@lists.wedgeblade.net">OE@lists.wedgeblade.net</a></span><br><span><a href="http://lists.wedgeblade.net/listinfo.cgi/oe-wedgeblade.net">http://lists.wedgeblade.net/listinfo.cgi/oe-wedgeblade.net</a></span><br></div></blockquote></body></html>