Chelsea and I were able to take a nice walk this morning. It was pleasant. The temps in the hight 30s. Tonight it is WINDY and we are getting a rather chilly rain mix. Maybe no walk tomorrow.

Bible Study was stimulating. The readings next Sunday are the Ten Commandmants and the time the Jesus lost his temper and threw the money changers out of the temple. We were very impressed with the beauty of the writing of the Commandments. It is very intersting to know that they are not laid out in the nice order and as concisely as we memorize them in our religious ed classes. They could actually be broken down in to 12 or so and the "covets" are lumped in the passage. But all the major religons and the Old Testament itself ALL speak of the 10 Commandments.

Writers Club was fun. We had an artist Larry Baskey who is a part of a book that was a project with Artists doing paintings to go with a poem. Kind of a reverse of what we did with the existing art at the Milwaukee Art Museum. He was quite inspirational and I think I will persue the idea with him. He has a gallery on Mill Street in Plymouth. I will throw a few poems in in see if I can catch him open some day. He does not keep regular hours.

I called Bart and Barb tonight. They sounded pretty good. Barb had been going through a difficult departmental review which is now over so she can relax about that and Bart actually sounded pretty good. Perhaps he is on a good healing upswing now. They have had hot and dry weather and need rain. They are well below the rains and tornadoes that swung through the heartland over the weekend.

I have been having and writing down memories of the Kohler Strike. One thing that came to mind was the soup kitchen that the union set up for the strikers. It was open all the time, because the strikers picketed 24/7 (as they say now days) and could stop in any time for food. We were impressed as children because you would just walke up to the table and take what you wanted. I remember bologna sandwiches wrapped in waxed paper (no baggies back then) and the fact that we could have soft drinks, as much as we wanted. This was a big treat in our family of nine children where soda was a luxary reserved for very special occasions like family gatherings and Mother's bridge parties. After her parties, IF we were good, we got to finish whatever soda was left.

Times they have changed.

Love

Mary