Hey there, Bill and Bev, I just caught up with what you wrote about memories re: 5thCity. I cannot comment on the earlier stories, but I can when we, as an Order, decided to make the turn to the world and launch the Summer 72 program at the new Kemper building. Im questioning what you described below is not at all the case. When our twins (born in Singapore) and by 1972 were two years old when Joe and I were assigned as staff for Summer 72. Joe and I were so delighted that you and Bev were their guardians for the summer. We experienced that they thrived while in the 5th city pre-school, and with you and Bev as Papa Bill and Mama Bev. At least that was what you and Bev reported to us in August of 1972. I cannot imagine why you would not only misrepresent where we (their parents) were not at all in India, but in the West Side of Chicago but would also demean our sons by suggesting that you would mark their foreheads admitting to something that I now see as akin to child molestation especially when I , their Mom, collected them from pre-school most days. What you have written below is shameful, Bill . Please, from now on ask yourself, Who might I malign by expostulating in such a fashion? Your colleague, Marilyn Later, Marilyn and John Crocker were sent for the summer to India and we were put in charge of fairly new twins. Geez, they were identical and weighed in lik Later, Marilyn and John Crocker were sent for the summer to India and we were put in charge of fairly new twins. Geez, they were identical and weighed in like football linemen. Carrying them up the stairs to the Crocker's apartment was a living chore. In order to keep them identified, I marked their initials on their foreheads with permanent markers--of course, this is what made them so diddly dern smart. Look at them know. The next time you see them, look closely at their foreheads. e football linemen. Carrying them up the stairs to the Crocker's apartment was a living chore. In order to keep them identified, I marked their initials on their foreheads with permanent markers--of course, this is what made them so diddly dern smart. Look at them know. The next time you see them, look closely at their foreheads. My other story about the basement is the first weekend of our internment. Beverly was assigned to paint the old gym, and I was assigned to Baby Care. I learn all about diaper songs, and feeding songs, and whatever else was necessary. Joe and I had From: oe-bounces@lists.wedgeblade.net [mailto:oe-bounces@lists.wedgeblade.net] On Behalf Of William Salmon Sent: Wednesday, September 18, 2013 6:02 PM To: Order Ecumenical Community Subject: [Oe List ...] Salmon:A couple of stories Paula--The print shop I remember was down the street very near the The boiler room in the basement brings another memory or two. When preparing myself for an internship in June of 1972, I traveled to Chicago on recruiting trips for Kansas Wesleyan University. Before that job was over, I recruited one young 5th Citizen college student who came and made a educational name for herself. Unfortunately, I have trouble remembering names. Sometimes I forget that I'm married to Betty Sue, that is another story. I planned to stay over the weekend at the seminary, and I arrived in the early evening to park on the street in my school car--a brand new Chevy Impala. I entered the building through the Guard Shack to a follow wearing a gun. Others were busy charting! Since it was Friday evening, everyone was eating everywhere, including on the floor upon the dirtiest carpet I ever saw. The food was good though--especially the bread pudding. Later, they took me to my room in the basement in what was the coal bin. They gave me two clear sheets and a pillow (I think that is what they called it). There being no light, it was iffy in getting everything put together. Reveille was the traditional gong and spiritual phrase. My first meeting was with an old friend from Kansas--a pastor (not Philbrook) who later left the Order to serve a church in the Chicago suburbs. Damn him! He crushed my bubble big time, and then later he ran out on me. He asked me what I was doing, and I gave him my report of working for Kansas Wesleyan and beginning the Kansas Lake Ministry at 4 Kansas lakes. He looked through me and said, "Too bad you are not doing enough!" "What do you mean," I stammered? "Is what you are doing global and replicable?" That sold me right there. The rest of the weekend is lost to memory except for the Sunday afternoon Sacramental meal. I remember some colleague saying a pray on some subject, and Joseph interrupted him by saying, (in effect), "Don't listen to him, God. He doesn't know what he is talking about." After that my only concern was if my car survived or not. It did! Do Guardian Angels exist? Naw, just raw luck. My other story about the basement is the first weekend of our internment. Beverly was assigned to paint the old gym, and I was assigned to Baby Care. I learn all about diaper songs, and feeding songs, and whatever else was necessary. Later, Marilyn and John Crocker were sent for the summer to India and we were put in charge of fairly new twins. Geez, they were identical and weighed in like football linemen. Carrying them up the stairs to the Crocker's apartment was a living chore. In order to keep them identified, I marked their initials on their foreheads with permanent markers--of course, this is what made them so diddly dern smart. Look at them know. The next time you see them, look closely at their foreheads. Ah, I have so many other stories to tell, and I'll get to it soon. One is the greeting we received in the seminary hall while our son, Wesley, was getting mugged by the children in the courtyard. Another, is why they told us that all that we brought with us would be left overnight in the middle of the street. Whatever was left over was what we really would need for the duration. It really is a shame that was more myth than reality. I'll save that one for later, including the one about Richard Epson--a real honest-to-goodness colleague who caught the vision of the print-shop significance. Inner Peace, Bill ----- Original Message ----- From: <mailto:paula.philbrook@gmail.com> Paula Philbrook To: <mailto:oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> Order Ecumenical Community Sent: Wednesday, September 18, 2013 8:51 AM Subject: Re: [Oe List ...] Salmon: Question Richard Epson was 70's I remember him working on the Town Meeting program. Are you talking the print shop in the basement boiler room on the campus or down the street on 5th Avenue? I do not remember when we moved down the street but it was before 1969? On Wed, Sep 18, 2013 at 8:29 AM, James Wiegel <jfwiegel@yahoo.com> wrote: Did Michael Ware work in the printshop one quarter?? Jim Wiegel The bad news is youre falling through the air, nothing to hang on to, no parachute. The good news is theres no ground. - Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche 401 North Beverly Way, Tolleson, Arizona 85353-2401 +1 623-363-3277 <tel:%2B1%20623-363-3277> skype: jfredwiegel jfwiegel@yahoo.com www.partnersinparticipation.com Upcoming public course opportunities: ToP Facilitation Methods, Sept 17-18, 2013 ToP Strategic Planning, Nov 5-6, 2013 The AZ Community of Practice meets the 1st Friday of each month 1-4 pm Facilitation Mastery : Our Mastering the Technology of Participation program is available in Phoenix in 2012-3. Current program began on Nov 14-16, 2012 See short video http://partnersinparticipation.com/?page_id=55 and website for further details. AICP Planners: 14.5 CM for all ToP courses On Sep 17, 2013, at 18:57, "William Salmon" <wsalmon@cox.net> wrote: Randy-- I know Bob Shropshire well, and the name Richard Epson (?) rings a bell softly. He was 5.7 and about 150 #. He had a great spirit about him. Can anyone help me out. I'll take this name under consideration. Thanks! Bill ----- Original Message ----- From: <mailto:rcwmbw@yahoo.com> R Williams To: <mailto:wsalmon@cox.net> wsalmon@cox.net Sent: Tuesday, September 17, 2013 4:08 PM Subject: Re: [Oe List ...] Salmon: Question Bill, The two who come to mind that it could have been are Bob Shropshire or maybe Richard Epson. Not real sure about that I have the second name right. Randy "A society grows great when old men plant trees in whose shade they know they shall never sit." --Greek Proverb From: William Salmon < <mailto:wsalmon@cox.net> wsalmon@cox.net> To: Order Ecumenical Community < <mailto:oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> Sent: Tuesday, September 17, 2013 3:44 PM Subject: [Oe List ...] Salmon: Question Beret-- If someone can tell me the name of a young black young adult (Order?) who worked in the Print Shop in the mid-1960's, I have a nice story to share. In addition, I'll send two or three others. Help, anyone? Bill Salmon ----- Original Message ----- From: <mailto:beretgriffith@gmail.com> Beret Griffith (Google Drive) To: <mailto:Oe@wedgeblade.net> Oe@wedgeblade.net Cc: <mailto:dialogue@lists.wedgeblade.net> dialogue@lists.wedgeblade.net Sent: Monday, September 16, 2013 4:47 PM Subject: [Oe List ...] Archive History-Version 9.doc ( <mailto:Oe@wedgeblade.net> Oe@wedgeblade.net) I've shared an item with you. Colleagues, Greetings from The Global Archives. Marge Philbrook has been the inspiration for documenting the history of The Global Archives.Your recollections of the archives are welcome and will be included. Anyone with memories of the print shops? 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