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A Publication By and for Fellowship Place Members
Issue 39, SUMMER 2014
The Season of Spring
By Desiree B.
Blushing ladybugs giggle, kiss and tease,
Attractive male bumblebees, beneath dancing, swaying green oak trees.
Irises, violets, daffodils, carnations, sweetheart roses twirl in the wind, wiggle and pose,
Catching the fatal, contagious spring lover’s disease.
Helpless flowers begin to cough and sneeze,
With passion, love and romance on their minds they welcome spring
And all of its first signs.
“Books are lighthouses in the great sea of time.”
-Edwin P. Whipple
441 Elm street
New haven, Ct
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The Elegance of Spring
All kinds of pretty fragrant flowers
Come out and adorn the earth,
With beauty, color, elegance and vibrant
Butterflies ladybugs, squirrels, green
grass and leaves burst.
Choirs of croaking frogs, hooting owls,
Robins, sparrows, cardinals and buzzing
Sing melodies, beneath swaying, dancing
green oak trees,
Awakening from a long winter nap.
Caterpillars, grasshoppers, praying
mantis, bumblebees take off their spring
With the morning dew, a blazing yellow
sun, and silken rose petals giggle, blush
At a spring dance.
Everywhere you look there is mystery
Happy Easter Saints
Hallelujah! The highest praise!
Harvest of repenting souls,
flock to the alter like cattle and graze.
God sanctifying and taking over the minds of
teenagers and impressionable skeesters,
Sunday School, happy Easter.
Filling our bellies with chocolate bunnies and
The enemy and defeated foe turning green!
Victory over sin, demonic powers, and spiri‐
tual wickedness in high places,
With tender love and concern
Christ gazes into our faces.
For heart diseases, gallstones and cancer,
I discovered Christ is the answer.
Repenting of all my sins, down at the alter on
To heaven, hell and eternal life, Jesus has the
The word of God, says, by his stripes we are
Claim God’s promises,
We serve and fear a God who is real.
Time to think of Christ’s love for me,
God’s grace and blood slaughter at cavalry,
Dressed to kill on Easter Sunday, in the whole
armor of God,
Praise and victory deep within my heart.
By Ryan D.
Augustine was a venerable college professor. With his new textbook due out soon, he was at the top of his game. That’s why it
surprised all of us when we heard he had an affair with a student.
Dr. Augustine Rogers was married with two children. Anyone who knew him knew he struggled with money. Outside of being
a college professor, Dr. Rogers was a part time clinical supervisor at a non-profit health clinic.
The word at the college was that Dr. Rogers had been overwhelmed with responsibility, and he caved under the pressure. He
had been suspended the past week when word of the affair reached the administration. Augustine would likely lose his job.
This was a warning to all of us at SMU. Unethical behavior would not be tolerated. At the University we heard rumors about
those who led less of a discreet life: one professor was behind in his child support; another two professors were having an affair. One
would think that college professors always modeled behavior they would like to see in their students, but that was simply untrue.
Myself, I led an ordinary life. I was married with two daughters. Money was tight, but who didn’t have financial issues? I went
on vacation with my family every summer. Sometimes we went to Cape Cod spending time at the beach and doing touristy things like
playing skee ball at the arcade.
I was happy. It didn’t take much for me to maintain my positive energy. I drove a new car. My wife had her own career. Cer-
tainly I would have liked to spend more time with my family, nevertheless we rented movies on the weekends, and when the weather was
warm we went to the park on picnics. Sometimes we rode our bicycles on the Farmington Canal Greenway, or if it was winter we’d all
pitch in to shovel snow.
I met Augustine in 2007. I had taken a position in the psychology department at SMU where Dr. Rogers was one of the depart-
ment heads. My first impression of him was that he was very smart. In the following years Dr. Rogers cut back on his administrative role
in order to pursue a life as an author. He had written a cognitive psychology book, and now he was finishing up on its second edition.
Many of us in the psychology department admired Augustine's work. No one expected him to collapse under the pressure.
Occasionally Dr. Rogers and I went out for lunch. There we discussed juggling clinical careers and family along with our lives
as professors. When I first started at the University, I set a goal to work both as a professor and also as a psychologist. Rogers already did
that, and a year or so later I followed his path and took on a roll as a psychologist in a private group.
Dr. Rogers was smart and jovial. With his square jaw and bushy hair, he was a handsome man who was popular with the stu-
dents. I noticed how similar yet how different we were. Although we had nearly identical careers, my home life was a quiet no frills one
that I shared with my wife and family while Augustine, whose children were older, maintained an active social life attending and holding
parties with his wife.
Dr. Rogers liked to drink. He was by no means an alcoholic, but he liked a strong whiskey which he was never shy about order-
ing. He once told me that he didn’t feel like a man until the end of the day when he could put his feet up and have a stiff drink.
Augustine was a good colleague. He often had suggestions for all of us in the psychology department - a nod to his former life
as department head - and he didn't mince words. There was no warning that Rogers' life was unraveling.
As my colleagues talked, rumors floated about campus. Rogers had not been getting along with his wife. Supposedly, they ar-
gued a lot, and Augustine belittled and even hit her, but this was second-hand knowledge, and who knew how true it was?
It must have been nearly nine o’clock when I got home. I worked late looking over research papers and recording midterm
grades. My wife left me a plate in the refrigerator and was putting the girls to bed when I got home. She came downstairs and sat with me
at the table.
“How are the girls?” I asked her.
“They’re sleeping,” she said, “They had a long day.”
I told my wife about Augustine and the uncertainty of things happening at work. “If this is true, he’ll probably be fired,” I said.
A few moments passed, and Elaine told me about our daughter Darlene's diorama she brought to school. With the help of her mother,
Darlene set up an elaborate shoe box scene with Pilgrims and Native Americans, and it was showcased today with all of the other stu-
Elaine worked in marketing. She took a few years off after the girls were born before she went back to her job. She was a real
trooper. She made more money than me, but I worked longer hours. It was never easy, but I tried to spend as much time with my family
as I could.
I was feeling stressed out at work. I didn’t realize it until I came home for dinner and sat down with Elaine. I had been working
so late that I hadn’t seen the girls in a few days. Midterm grades were always stressful, and even though they were about the students'
progress, the hardest work was done by us the professors.
Having rumors like those of Dr. Rogers floating around made me think of how much work we put into the university. I could
not conceive how anyone could blow their whole career after working so hard to get where they were. I wasn’t one to gossip, but I could-
n’t help comparing myself to Augustine and feeling like I was in a better place than he was. I used to look up to him.
The next afternoon I turned in my midterm grades. In most of my classes we only had one exam so far this semester, and the
midterms were not reflective of how all the students were performing, but overall, everyone seemed to be doing well with only one or
two students failing.
As I walked down the hall I was surprised to see Augustine back on campus. I didn’t say anything when I passed his office. He
was busy packing things into a box. Though I expected this to happen, I was shocked when I saw him. I ran into Professor Reynolds in
the psychology department office, and he told me that Augustine had been fired. Right then my heart went out to Dr. Rogers and his fam-
ily. Luckily he still had his clinical job, but that could get taken away if the licensing board ever heard what happened.
When I got back to my office I watched Augustine through my window as he loaded his trunk with boxes. That night I went home and
hugged my kids. It was never easy, I thought to myself, but I was happy for all that I had.
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In the warmth
By the fireplace
In the snow
To find shelter
And tolling bells
Make it bearable
For those in greatest need
For stellar season
Of slighting Boldness.
Winter solstice shows us
—paltry in practice—
White Cold waters
In Woman’s worth
In writing on the snow.
A fly in the stew
Brings me to you
And we seek the
Briefness in ourselves.
Blight of light
For the succor
of the sicker
Even pelts of sleet
Shatter when they meet
The grist of dust.
For the Spring rain
Just Mom’s Luck
Is he a child or a man
All grown up and free
Do I treat him like a baby
Or tell the truth as I see
He tells me I have “extreme anxiety”
I capture the hurt like a dish‐worn sponge
And anxiety reverberates
Sounding like a death knoll
I crawl away with my head hung low
Nobody here except myself
A birthday party. What birthday?
The only mind I trust now is
A young one.
With foresight and kindness
He sits, shows me my seat.
I’m ushered in
The welcome bells ring
My heart has found its home
Home at last
My son grown up and small
All in one
I’m in the perfect family
In my place finally
Mother’s light with children’s glow
The matter at hand in a glance
We read, we write , we draw, we play expressing
The essence of delight
With friendship, play
It’s here we shine
Old and young like twins
Both the warning and the glee
Are here for us under the tree
The great spun tale
The story’s message
We’ll pass it on
In time’s flight
Simple as a poem whispered in the night.
By Don W.S.
I feel peace and comfort when I say my morning prayer, as a baby feels when he is with his mother.
And no one can harm me for the Lord is my rock and my shield and ever present when I’m in need, for He is at my side in
time of trouble.
And if the mountains should crumble and tumble to the sea I have no fear for my God is there to protect me, a very present
help in times of need, for this has been so in my life.
And so you can see my great comfort and the source of my strength, for He is ever present for me and who can hurt me
because I believe? And when God is with me who can be against me?
—And I will endure.
The Nanny Fisher Rocky Ridge Paper
By Don W.S.
I here put down the circumstance of Nanny Fisher and the paradisiacal Rocky Ridge Drive land of nearly three acres of roll-
ing lawn and blossoming fruit tress. But I must reach far back in my childhood memory and also before my birth, to a period in order
to evidence this, the making and creating of my bespangled youth.
It was Nanny Fisher, the governess of my mother plus myself in my toddler years, who bought the pasture land when there
were only three houses on our street before my dad had the nice home built and it would have taken imagination at that early time to
think of the park-like property that my dad was to turn it into.
It was just about the time of my birth that Dad was to have twelve loads of rich, black topsoil brought in by dump truck and
the then young blossoming fruit trees and flowering perennials and the showy, quality trees, all of which I grew up with in this place
where you might think angels could tread. And these trees were to become gallant plants, some bearing fruit at a time before the
parasites were to become rampant in our country.
It was our great luck to seed the rich, black soil which was about six inches thick when spread over the property and this
seed was miraculously free of weed seeds, so we had a weed-free, golf course-like property.
And so I grew up with the foliage, and during the growing up Nanny Fisher was to teach me how to walk and she toilet
trained me and I grew up in a park-like land where the lawn was so cool and soft.
And as I remember as a toddler on a loop-like road, before she passed away she would walk near my favorite parts of the
woods and call me into t supper and I remember she would wear grandmother-like, comfortable dresses.
And I remember the healthy meals she cooked me that gave me a good start to a good preparation to life, a start to a healthy,
grown life up to the present day. And so my life got off to a beautiful and healthy start—and I thrive.
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By Do W.
It is time to get serious; stop playing around with
Life is serious. But, how does one become
Should I Meditate more than an half an hour per
Perhaps less? Maybe my energy into Meditation
is precisely what I require?
How would I know? Can I really know? Even
analysis looking back from some future may
prove inadequate in deciding which decision was
correct; inadequate in deciding which way was
the best way.
How can we ever really know?
Perhaps, it just does not matter.
Perhaps, it is important just to try.
A reminder to try and keep trying.
Remind, remind, re‐mind: remindfulness; a new
word for a new time.
Remindfulness; a new word for a new mind.
Remindfulness until there is just mindfulness.
By Robert D.
I want to tell a story of how I came to know the most “Holy, Lord God of
Hosts” (B.C.P.). I prayed for nights and days on end: “dear God, may you be the
lighthouse for my eyes to see?” I sought understand and hungered for wisdom,
wherefore, the grace of God spared my life. Amen
By Kathy K.
Slow or Fast,
Always and Ever,
Never an End or
All we have is eternity.
Blazing Sunsets followed by shining sunrises.
More than that—low tides pulled to shore
causing inevitable high tides. In and out for-
ever; the water that flows.
This continual cycles repeats itself as if our
lifetime had no beginning or end.
By Kathy K.
I will not gossip,
I will not tell,
Stories about people I know well.
Thought I no longer like them,
Respect they will get,
And their bad incidents I will forgive and
by David F.
I had one friend in the fifth and sixth grade. We would walk over to his house to play.
One time, he made up a little one‐person skit about the Bright winning instead of losing the Revo‐
lutionary War. I took exception to this and threw a rather rigid and passive tantrum. I wish that I could
remember what I did and said, but whatever it was, it put our playing time on indefinite hold.
Another time w were together was at lunching in the 8th grade. He expressed his sense of humor
there, sometimes at me. One time the two of us and the others who were at the table with us discussed a
time when I skipped during a basketball session in gym class. One more than one occasion, he would talk
about the band instructor that he worked with playing the trombone.
One time he expressed his displeasure with me over something that I should have done but failed
to do. He said that I was an idiot within my hearing. But then he let me be his friend again.
J ewish Kings of Armenia
By J on S.
Armenia is near the Black Sea.
I first heard of Armenia when I was a child living in Ardsley, Westchester, New York and an Armenia family lived across
the street. I never looked up Armenian history until around May 8, 2002 when I had learned how to use the internet and found the
Search-A-Lot website “Egypt 2 Britain: Queen Hatshepsot to H.M. Queen Elizabeth”. I had in 1989 found that my Scottish cousins
were related o the British royal family. “Egypt 2 Britain” had some Armenian kings as ancestors of British royalty!
Some time around J une 8, 2006 I found K.C. Hanson’s website, “Herodian Political Office and Political Patronage”. There
were J ewish kings of Armenia! The first was King Herod’s grandson, T_______ IV who ruled Greater Armenia 15-36 A.D. Next
there was Aristobulus IV who ruled Armenia Minor 53-72 A.D. and died in 92 A.D. The third J ewish king of Armenia was Tigranes
IV who ruled Greater Armenia 60-62 A.D. He died in 62 A.D. for unknown reasons, the J ewish kings of Armenia were not in M.
Chahin’s book, The Kingdom of Armenia, which I bought in 1992. There were not in “Egypt 2 Britain”.
However, I found the J ewish Armenian kings on the internet on Wikipedia and in Paul Maier’s translation of Josephus, The
Essential Writings which I had found by chance in Bea Dozier-Taylor’s A Walk In Truth bookstore in New Haven! The J ewish kings
of Armenia were descended from Herod and Mariamme (sic-elsewhere_____) who was a princess descended from the Hasmonean
Maccabee Levite Cohen kings of Israel! My mother’s father was a Levite Cohen priest so I would be related by blood to the J ewish
kings of Armenia!
By chance, I found that there was a fourth J ewish king of Armenia, Tigranes VI! I found him on the Wikipedia website.
Tigranes V was his paternal uncle. Tigranes VI rules Armenia c.25-68 A.D. He married Opgalli of Phrygia.
Tigranes and Opgalli had descendents who intermarried with Romans. One of them was Gaius J ulius Quadratus Bassus, a
Galatian Roman senator from Anatolia (now Turkey). He lived c. 70-117 A.D. He had a daughter, J ulia Quadratilla born c. 100 A.D..
Bassus was a Romanized Galatian, the Galatians being Gauls who were Celts settled in central Anatolia! In c. 102 A.D. Basses had
become the Legate of Judaea. Then, in 105 A.D. he had become a J ewish Consul of Rome! Wikipedia revealed his further descen-
dents, one of whom was Gaius J ulius Quadratus (c. 100 A.D.) who was a historian and I’m a historian!
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