I guess I am still in the publishing end of things. I just released a spiral bound volume "A Backward Glance" which is a collection of anecdotes and stories written by my siblings and me. It provides a look at our family life from approximately 1920 to about 1970, after all of us were married. Writing and collecting stories about one's own family is an adventure worth taking. Wtih twenty years separating the oldest from the youngest, stories can certainly vary and family finances, ties, relationships all reflect the era.
Thanks to siblings, and some nephews, neices who helped bring this volume to fruition.

"CROWDED ALONENESS"

Peoplepeoplepeople
peoplepeople
people
people people.

With hasty glance
I eye them
brushing by.

Peoplepeoplepeople
people everywhere.
Everywhere are people.

Some leaving
tfeL
some rushing
Right

some LARGE

some small

Still others short
or

TALL.

But...
all are people pushed by purposes
unknown to me.
Each moves madly past
my stationary stance
For here,
amidst this
hurrying
harried
hazzled human haste 

I
am
alone.

I sit alone;
I think alone;
I am alone.

I
am
unnoticed.



All around are people
people with a purpose
people with direction.
Each knows where she is going;
Each knows what he is doing.


But
each has woven a wary wall,
a wall not seen with human eye
But
a wall of will
worked from within.



I too must seem so set apart.


In loneliness
I lean upon myself.
No one reaches out to me
Nor I to any other.


We
sit apart

together.


We

see each other
but
We
do not see.


The crowd is isolated from itself
and
each one lives so for himself.

AND YET...

We
really are a family
formed for faith and
fit for fellowship.

BUT
To live
To really stay alive
We
must learn to share
to care
to bear each other up.


I
am
alone.

I sit alone
I think alone
I am alone.

I
am
unnoticed.

BUT

Family must begin with me.


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