I keep on wanting to read more emails about Carol's life and death, but she
has 'waved goodbye and is on her way'. Such sadness....
Grace and Peace,
Paul
In a message dated 22/09/2012 02:35:19 GMT Daylight Time,
dshahn31@gmail.com writes:
News of
Carol's death hits hard. We traveled quite a journey together, as did we all.
And in many way, it continues.
Charles and I traveled three months in
1966, with Carol and Joe, visiting countries of the Arab world. We spent a lot
of time reading, talking and reflecting before we left Chicago, and of course,
that continued throughout the trip. During meals and coffee/tea breaks, Carol
often made some succinct comment (laced with facts and figures) about the
current country we were visiting. Joe would say, "How do you know that?" to
which Carol would reply, "Well, it was in that book we read before we left
Chicago." And Joe would just shake his head in disbelief (and some degree of
disgust).
I last saw Carol at her apartment. We had to rush the visit a
bit, because she was being picked up by some specially equipped vehicle and
whisked off to a medical appointment. So, my last memory of Carol is her
wheeling herself onto a elevator/platform that went up a few feet from her
"garden" apartment to ground level, thereby allowing her to move her
wheelchair directly out onto the driveway. She wheeled around, waved goodbye
and was on her way.
Grace and Peace,
Doris Hahn
On Fri, Sep 21, 2012 at 7:04 AM, George Holcombe
<geowanda1@me.com> wrote:
Thanks, John and Ann. The first time I went to 3444
(was it '63,'64, can't remember), it was in the afternoon. I got out
of the taxi and went through the door, no security then, went up the stairs
and the only two people around were Carol and Kathy (now Zervigon), walking
down the hallway. They immediately greeted me, treated me to coffee
and we talked as if we had known each other forever for I don't know how
long. After that I never sensed that I didn't know Carol. She
had a way of twisting her mouth and saying in that southern drawl something
that would shift the mood of the conversation whenever it went off track,
even when Pierce was rocketing off on some subject that was blowing out all
the light bulbs. I'm a bit sad, hoped to have had one more
conversation.
George Holcombe
14900 Yellowleaf Tr.
Austin, TX
78728
Mobile 512/252-2756
geowanda1@me.com
Hope appeareth,
but it is not your Hope—you do not have anything to do with it. It just
appeareth. It comes as a stranger, as an alien—it just appeareth! You do not
even know why you hope. How in the world could you hope when there is
absolutely nothing to justify any hope? ~Joseph W. Mathews
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