I Hear the Trees Speak…
By Judy Solmonson, Becketwood Member I hear the trees speak as the wind howls through their branches. They say, ”I am strong…this wind brings even greater strength to my body. I bend in ways I never...
View ArticleYou are Becketwood
By Bob Kirk, Becketwood Member Part of Becketwood’s 35th anniversary celebration was a solicitation of the Members to give their perspectives on life at Becketwood. Using a series of five prompts, the...
View ArticleThe Joy of Play
By Joan McIntosh, Becketwood Member Opening Words We come together today seeking a reality beyond our narrow selves that binds us in compassion, love, and understanding to other human beings, and to...
View ArticleChinese New Year = Lunar New Year = Spring Festival
By Lily Ng and Carolyn Folke, Becketwood Members Information provided by Lily Ng Becketwood recognizes Chinese or Lunar New Year with a colorful display this year. Lunar/Chinese New Year begins at...
View ArticleShared Memories of Lunar New Year
By Audrey Bailey, Becketwood Member Becketwood Members, please enjoy the display along the ledge from February 1 -15. The smell of crisp cold nights and the feel of brilliant sunny days that usher...
View ArticleWinter Walking
By Judy Solmonson, Becketwood Member It was a fresh Minnesota winter day. The temperature was 11 degrees with windchill at -6. My 99 year old friend was up for a walk and even had a destination. We...
View ArticleA Passion for Justice
By Lyn Pegg, Becketwood Member Throughout my life I have felt a passion for justice, especially racial justice. It seems as though I’ve been on a long and winding journey, searching to understand why...
View ArticleGiving up Driving at Becketwood
By Bob Kirk, Becketwood Member Becketwood Members give up driving when they feel they can no longer drive safely or comfortably, according to a survey of Becketwood Members who recently gave up...
View ArticleNow We Are 86
By Ingrid Stocking, Becketwood Member When Pooh was one he had just begun and by two he knew he was nearly new. Very clever he was when he was six but add eighty to that what could he fix? Could he...
View ArticleAngle of Repose
By Nancy Johnson, Becketwood Member “The angle of repose, or critical angle of repose, of a granular material is the steepest angle of descent or dip relative to the horizontal plane to which a...
View ArticleJet Lag
By Nancy Schultz, Becketwood Member My husband Al picked me up from the airport, after my long flight home from Norway. I was talking non-stop all the way home about my wonderful trip, and now we were...
View ArticleThe Blue Door
By George Lundgren, Becketwood Member He knocked on the blue door and waited. He noticed how the paint had faded near the bottom, how some places had begun to peel and split, how it was worn around...
View ArticleMemories of a Life Together
By Nancy Schultz, Becketwood Member THE COURTSHIP OF NANCY AND AL SCHULTZ My story starts when I had to start over! Divorced with three little girls, I was now living comfortably with my mother and...
View ArticleMy Communications Journey
By John Pegg, Becketwood Member I’d like to share some reflections on how means of communicating have changed over the course of my life and what it has meant to me. I’m sure many of you will resonate...
View ArticleInvasion
By Pat Cummings, Becketwood Member On this April Sunday morning as I sat in my recliner reading Billy Collins a flash of movement caught my eye. A squadron of turkeys flying in from some unknown...
View ArticleThe Uplift in Church
By Rick Weber, Becketwood Member Rick was a Roman Catholic and attended Sacred Heart Parochial School. The nearby Sacred Heart Church was the largest church in town. His friend Bill’s church was the...
View ArticleThe Uplift in Church, Part 2
By Rick Weber, Becketwood Member This daydream went on until Bill poked him again. “What’s that smell?” Rick sniffed. He did smell something odd. It wasn’t incense. It certainly wasn’t the odor from...
View ArticleMadame Zucchini
By Arnie Johanson, Becketwood Member Madame Zucchini (she swore the name was real) had a half-hour cooking show daily at four p.m. I watched them all transfixed by this Italian mamma, her off-balance...
View ArticleChildren’s Choir: a memoir
By Rick Weber, Becketwood Member My childhood church had a choir loft. At the back corner of the main floor a narrow wooden stairs took a sharp U-turn as the stairs rose to a balcony, which ran across...
View ArticleTahiti Adventures
by Nancy Schultz, Becketwood Member After a smooth takeoff, Al and I were on our way to Tahiti. The hum of the engines is always so soothing to me, but now, two hours later, they sounded different. It...
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