Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Ministry and excess things

People have things they don't need, and sometimes other people need those things.  So here are three anecdotes on the intersection of surplus items and ministry.

1.  Clothing and furniture.  This past July, I posted the text of a homily that talked about a large condominium fire in my area.  About 100 families were displaced, many of them immigrants.  Our parish's Outreach ministry organized a clothing and food drive.  The response was amazing - we collected clothing and food all weekend, and filled a classroom with what was donated.  People were pulling up in cars all weekend and unloading trunkloads of clothing to donate.   Other parishes and individual donors also stepped up from all over the suburban area.  So much clothing was collected by parishes and social service agencies that the groups trying to coordinate relief efforts - Catholic Charities and the Red Cross - begged everyone to stop donating, as they had nowhere to store the items.  We ended up donating some of our clothing to the Salvation Army because it was literally the only place we could find that still was accepting donations - and they also stopped accepting further donations a few hours later.  Probably enough clothing came forward to clothe thousands of victims.  I was left pondering the immense amount of excess clothing that people in the community apparently were hoarding in their closets.

A parishioner from a neighboring parish, who works in the commercial real estate business, began to think of what else these families would need.  They'd all need a new place to live - and all of them would need to furnish their new apartments.  Catholic Charities and other social service agencies were making funds available for the families to pay the first month's rent and security deposits, but if the families were on their own to come up with furniture.  So this person asked his employer if he could temporarily use some unused warehouse space.  Then he rented a moving van, and let it be known via Facebook and the parish bulletin that he would pick up any furniture from individual donors who would like to assist the fire victims.

He was buried with furniture donations.  For about six weekends in a row, he picked up bedroom sets, dining room sets, living room furniture, and other items that the owners, all homeowners in the area, apparently didn't need or want.  He stored them in his company's warehouse, and then delivered them to families who requested them.  At this point, it seems the victim families have found other places to live and have furnishings, so he put an end to his operation; he was able to donate whatever furniture items were left over to a municipal government that had another condominium fire.  But he's still getting calls from people who want to donate furniture.  It seems that the amount of extra furniture around here is virtually bottomless.

2.  Cemetery plots.  A recent post sparked discussion about some of the complications around burial arrangements: where to be buried, whether to be buried, and so on.

I do volunteer work with a rather unusual organization called Rest in His Arms.  It's a tiny non-profit whose original mission is a bit strange but, as it turns out, necessary: it claims the remains of infants and children who are abandoned and die (or die and whose remains are abandoned), and provides a Catholic funeral and burial for them.  Typically, this involves taking possession of unclaimed remains from county coroners (or, in Cook County, the medical examiner's office) and then arranging for a funeral and burial.

The organization was started by two women in this local suburban area, strangers to one another at the time, who each read a newspaper article about the body of an infant discovered in a local landfill.   Each of them called the coroner at about the same time to ask if there was anything she could do to get the child properly buried.  The coroner connected the two women, and together they figured out how to claim the child, and find a funeral home and cemetery that might donate the necessary goods and services to get the child buried.   One of those women is a parishioner who asked me if I'd like to attend the funeral - that's how I got involved.

Since then, we've buried about 40 other children, all who were abandoned in the Chicago area.  A number of the cases have generated local and even, on occasion, national and international publicity - most of the children we bury are victims of crimes in one way or another, and a lot of news orgs still have crime beats that are in touch with local police departments.  The publicity has led to a lot of people stepping forward with offers to help.  Most of that is in the form of financial donations, but people offer all sorts of other goods and services - for example, a purveyor of headstones in Georgia told us he'd love to donate headstones for our children.

One unexpected commodity that people have offered to donate is cemetery plots.  It seems that there are any number of folks out there who own cemetery plots, have no intention of utilizing them, and don't know what to do with them.  I admit it's not clear to me how people end up with excess cemetery plots, but it happens.  Several times a year, strangers ask us if we would please take two or four plots off their hands.  At first, our board figured that a cemetery plot is an asset with a monetary value, so if people want to give them to us - why not accept them?  Only now we believe we've accumulated as many as, or more than, we're ever likely to need, so we almost never accept them now.  But still the offers come forward. 

3.  Wedding dresses.  The organization I just mentioned, Rest in His Arms, has also branched off into a new activity.  It was spurred by one of our board members who does volunteer work in hospitals and had observed that, when babies miscarry, sometimes they are treated as, and disposed of as, medical waste.  This upsets some parents and also some nurses and other hospital employees.  So the leader of our org began a ministry to make what she calls Angel Gowns: small burial outfits for babies who miscarry or are stillborn in hospitals.  These are made from wedding dresses, which are broken down, cut up into smaller pieces and then sewn creatively to create the gowns.

She didn't invent the concept - there are other organizations that do similar work - but she's pretty energetic and she's a good organizer.  She's got (for want of a better term) sewing circles organized around the area to make the gowns.  And through Facebook, she let it be known that she is accepting wedding dress donations.  Who would donate a wedding dress?  Well it turns out that there are hundreds and hundreds of women who have wedding dresses hanging in their closets or stored in their attics who will never wear the dress and don't know what else to do with it.  They are delighted to donate it to our organization (and claim a tax deduction).

Our leader's living room filled up with wedding dresses.  Then her garage filled up.  Now she has a storage unit stacked floor to ceiling with wedding dresses.  She's recently had to put a moratorium on wedding dress donations until her seamstress volunteers (to the best of my knowledge, there are no male volunteers - certainly not me, I can't even thread a needle) can work through the current inventory.  The organization has Sewing Saturdays in church basements, in which 20 or 40 or 60 ladies bring their sewing machines to church and go to work.  We've donated many hundreds of Angel Gowns to hospitals around the country and internationally, and demand for them is brisk.

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  1. Interesting, Jim! Particularly about the wedding dresses. Some thoughts occur to me. People aren't going to be sentimental about parting with a dress when the marriage ends in divorce. And since a third or more of marriages do, there's quite a few unwanted dresses laying around. Sometimes even if a marriage didn't end, the dress is such a period piece that one figures no family member would want to use it. My dress is like that. A Victorian look was in during the 70s. But I couldn't bring myself to cut it up, I keep it around for sentiment. Sometimes fashions fool you, too. The Grace Kelly look for brides is back since Princess Kate's dress a few years ago. Also if people are downsizing where they live, a dress that is only worn once that no one else wants is just taking up space. I think it's nice that they are using the dresses to bury the stillborn babies. Sometimes that kind of a loss isn't acknowledged.

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  2. A macabre thought crossed my mind about the cemetery plots. Most towns or neighborhoods have a Facebook swap page. Would be weird to see a cemetery plot there along with the used lawn mowers and sofas.

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    1. I'm "Facebook-dumb" enough that I wasn't aware of those community swap pages. I should check that out; I have a player piano, inherited from my grandfather, taking up space in our living room. I wish it would go away; maybe someone on Facebook would take it off our hands.

      I will say that transferring ownership of a cemetery plot isn't the same as getting rid of a piano. Cemeteries tack on fees, sometimes onerous. It takes us a couple of months to navigate the fees and paperwork. Even when we were accepting cemetery plot donations, we turned down offers that involved three- and even four-figure cemetery fees.

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    2. Oh, Lord, pianos. People.actually want me to pay them to take my mom's little spinet.

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    3. I would like to get rid of our old upright piano, and replace it with an electronic keyboard. With a headset. So I wouldn't annoy my cats when I practice. And so we could re-carpet the living room, since the piano we have now is too heavy to move.

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    4. Katherine, I feel your pain.

      My brother owns/operates a music store and can't get rid of pianos. I tried to guilt trip The Boy into taking Mom's, but his life is unsettled, and the last thing he needs is to be saddled with that.

      Even my grabby cousins who cleaned out the china cabinet after the funeral didn't want it.

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    5. I've heard that not many kids take up keyboard instruments anymore, maybe that's why it's hard to give away pianos. When I was a kid just about everybody took piano lessons for awhile. I guess the ones who are really serious about it now have Yamaha baby grands and aren't interested in grandma's old upright.

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    6. I don't know if private lessons are as common as they used to be. Pianos aren't cheap (even though none of us apparently can give one away for free), they take up space, they're difficult to move - if they're not exactly a luxury item in every case, they're at least sort of a "splurge" item that bespeaks plenty: plenty of space in the home (for the piano), plenty of time (to practice), plenty of money (for lessons). And to take private lessons and practice regularly throughout the week assumes a certain level of family stability that may not be as prevalent as it used to be.

      My impression is that music and instruments are taught in school now, especially the middle schools and high schools, more so than when I was in school. From where I sit, it appears that more kids are playing flute and trombone, and fewer are taking piano lessons. I think there are fewer taking guitar lessons, too, than when I was in high school in the 1970s.

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    7. Some suggestions for getting rid of a piano.

      https://www.washingtonpost.com/local/pianos-free-for-the-taking/2015/03/25/3f5c2b6a-d31f-11e4-a62f-ee745911a4ff_story.html?utm_term=.c42051cc8760

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  3. Yes, we have lots of goods. For a lot of good reasons.

    Cemetery plots. When my aunt died my mom bought 6 plots: one for the aunt, one for her daughter and one for my grandmother. They all lived together. She also bought plots for her and dad, and me. Seemed reasonable at the time. The plots for aunt, grandmother, mom and dad have all been used. Mine is still there waiting for me. My cousin will never use hers; for a while we thought that another aunt would.

    Wedding dresses. My mom kept hers, I still have it. I suspect it will be used someday by a friend for some project.

    Furniture. When my parents died. I gave away to family things like tables and chairs. But there will still many chests which now store things in my basement. I have given away over the years: beds, couches, etc. Expect to give away some more. My life expectancy is ten years and my plan is to give away about a tenth of my things per year.

    I think a lot of keeping things is actually motivated by not wasting them, and when people find a good need for them they readily give them away. Yard, and garage sales help move things on to other people. Some people's glitter is other people's gold. Essentially a lot of the projects you mentioned are ways to move goods on to other people without the exchange of money.

    Of course people could object that we buy too much. However every time we purchase something we have essentially provided a job for someone someplace in the world.

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    1. Jack, many thanks for those explanations. I'm sure you're right, that people don't want to waste things. And sometimes people have emotional attachments to articles that remind them of their parents or other loved ones.

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  4. We live in a village of 1,700 people in one.of the poorest rural areas in the state. You put something out at the street with a "free" sign and someone who needs it picks it up.

    Or you call the Methodist Ladies.

    I cut my wedding dress up to make a baby quilt for some future grandchild. It's washable linen.

    The idea of making an outfit for first trimester fetuses is jarring. Many of these miscarriages happen at home quite suddenly, and parents take care of the remains on their own in some reverent way.

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    1. Jean - right. Some happen at hospitals, too, and they aren't always first trimester. The church promotes the sort of reverence you mention.

      As Katherine notes, it's a real loss, and spiritually I think it's better to acknowledge it. The first time my wife experienced a miscarriage, it hurt her on many different levels. Like an idget, I had immediately told everyone I know that we were going to have a baby, so a lot of well-wishers were "following" the pregnancy. It put my wife in a very difficult position, socially and emotionally, to have to explain what happened.

      When the baby was lost, it required rushing her to the hospital. Up till then, I don't think I had ever heard of anyone miscarrying. But it soon transpired that we knew many women who had miscarried - it's just that none of them talked about it with me. As I told everyone that we weren't going to have a baby after all, the outpouring of support, and especially from women, was a tremendous help for me and for her. Also, a hospital chaplain had stopped by to talk with us about our loss - it was very helpful. God bless them and the work they do.

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    2. I'm very sorry about the miscarriage, Jim, but glad you had some spiritual healing.

      I have asked our parish to do an All Souls Mass because that's when many of us remember our lost ones, but that isn't in the cards.

      My obstetrician's nurse suggested a support group after the second one, but I told her I didn't want to cry and hug. I felt dirty, unworthy, and I wanted to smash things and curse God.

      In retrospect, bottling all that up was probably not the best idea. It stays with you and makes you a little scary for ever after.

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    3. Jean, what did the church ladies have against an All Souls Mass? Sounds like a natural to me.

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    4. No idea. I know some parishes do it to remember those in the parish who have died that year. I guess they feel All Saints covers it.

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    5. I thought All Souls was an obligatory remembrance. Not a holy day of obligation, but a day on the liturgical calendar that a Mass is offered for. Our parish has envelopes in the pews to put names of our deceased famiky members on.

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  5. The idea of making an outfit for first trimester fetuses is jarring. Many of these miscarriages happen at home quite suddenly, and parents take care of the remains on their own in some reverent way.

    Jean, I can't imagine making a burial gown for a fetus that was miscarried during the first trimester. I miscarried at 11 weeks - at home - and cannot imagine dressing the remains (which did not look remotely like a baby or human being - about 2-3" long with no discernible features or limbs or even head). I was very devastated though, and called my parish to ask if they had any sort of service for miscarriage. They did not. They had no suggestions for burial either. I wrapped the remains of my pregnancy in soft cloth, and buried them - reverently - under a tree in our back yard.

    It was my second miscarriage. The first was so early that I hadn't even been to the doc to confirm the pregnancy and there was nothing I could even shroud.

    It would be different for a still-born though. My sister-in-law gave birth at 5 months to a still-born baby girl in a hospital. She did not even think to ask about how the baby's body would be treated. She labored alone in a hospital room. Her husband was not allowed in. Her parents had been very upset when she got pregnant since she was single. A hasty wedding to a man they disapproved of was arranged. I suspect her parents were greatly relieved by the still-birth. Her parents, not even her mother, did not ask to be with her while she was in labor. I imagine the baby's body was "medical waste". She divorced shortly after, never remarried, and that was her only pregnancy. Very sad.

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    1. I should add - like Jim's wife, I went to a hospital first. My ob-gyn admitted me overnight, as he knew I had experienced several years of infertility at that point, plus an earlier (very early) miscarriage. He did not want to do a DandC. Finally, he sent me home, as I did not pass the fetus after a couple of days. He warned me that I probably would at home, but that I should not experience the same very heavy bleeding at that point, so I was prepared to "save" the remains when it happened.

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    2. Anne, I'm sorry to read what you went through. I'm sure what you did for that little one was beautiful, and I suspect you stored up treasure in heaven that day.

      I can't begin to tell you how angry it makes me to read that your parish refused to do anything. All of the rites of Christian burial, as many or few of them as you'd wish, can be used for that situation. Catholic cemeteries would (or should) provide a child-size burial plot, too. Or how about a priest at least offering to spend a few minutes with you? Grrrr ...

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    3. I think people are (maybe) more sensitive about those things now. It is disappointing, to say the least, to hear of the lack of care and support that women have experienced in the past for miscarriage or stillbirth. Even if there was no official funeral rite, there still should have been blessings and prayers, and just being present with someone in their grief.
      I don't know how many of you saw the movie "The Help", but one of the characters, Celia Rae, had experienced multip!e miscarriages. She was convinced (mistakenly) that her husband wouldn't love her if she couldn't have children. It showed her planting roses in the yard. The implication was that she had buried the remains in that spot.

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  6. With my mother selling her house, I went through house contents to separate real memorabilia from trash. I came across a funeral bill for $8. My grandmother had one more pregnancy after my mother was born, but was stillborn. This would have been my uncle Stanley. Of course, his survival would have altered the course of time and causality and he might never have had a nephew Stanley. My grandmother was pregnant eleven times. Two girls died in Poland within one week of each other from measles. They were only a couple years old. There were two stillborns. Amazing how much sadness our forebears suffered and still cranked on.

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    1. Stanley, yeah. Just visit an old cemetery and see how many graves of little children there are. So much heartbreak. Which is why I have trouble understanding the anti-vaxxers. We have the means to prevent at least some of those tragedies now.

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    2. Yes, Katherine. I am so grateful to have gotten one of the first rounds of polio immunizations. I just got my first pnemococcal shot. I got my first flu shot last year. My caregiver position made me do it.

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    3. I didn't realize how many people used to die of TB and its many horrendous manifestations. It used to be a leading cause of death until antibiotics were developed.

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  7. Evidently Michelle Obama's new book, "Becoming", has unleashed discussions about miscarriage: https://news.wttw.com/2018/11/12/infertility-myths-and-facts-michelle-obama-reveals-miscarriage-ivf

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  8. In contemplating excess things: We seem to want to own things instead of using communal resources, which are dwindling. People buy their own books instead of using the library. They have their own cars instead of using public transpo. They have washer/dryers instead of going to the laundromat. They watch Netflix instead of going to a video store or a movie. Etc.

    People like to blame social media for isolation, but places where people outside our "tribes" mingle are dwindling ... and resulting in a lot of excess consuming.

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    1. I see we've branched into laundromats :-), and I don't want to derail that discussion, but let me just chip in that I agree with Jean's larger point: we've become more isolated and less communal.

      I'm sure I've mentioned this before: if I were pope and could decree that everyone must read one book (well, in addition to the bible - after all, I'm the pope), it would be "Bowling Alone" by Robert Putnam. It's not a fresh book anymore but I think its basic points, all of which are backed up by research, still apply:

      * We've lost social capital in our society - which is to say, we're considerably less socially connected with one another

      * That loss has all sorts of really bad social outcomes, from health and life expectancy to income equality to social trust

      He shows, for example, that in our parents' grandparents' day, entertaining in the home was considerably more common than it is now. People don't invite neighbors and friends over for dinner at nearly the rate they used to. Nor do they belong to clubs, community organizations, fraternal organizations and the like as much - which is why most of those are now on life support or are defunct.

      One of his major explanations, from about 20 years ago now, is that we've replaced all of our socializing and social-engagement time with watching television. I suppose, now, it would be television supplemented by other ways of getting video content delivered, as well as Facebook time and other Internet activities.

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    2. Katherine, maybe you should have waited in the bar while you did your laundry! Like in Paris.....

      Jean, I wasn't offended at all about your comments on conveniences. But I don't think that owning cars and washer/dryers contribute greatly to social isolation either. In my personal case (not a universal case), my conveniences (car, washer/dryer, Netflix) reduce stress. For one thing, I didn't have to operate on someone else's schedule (bus, movie theater, etc) which made accomplishing my work and my family responsibilities much easier. Before Netflix, my husband and I hadn't seen a movie in decades, literally. Too much hassle and expense since we don't live in a small town, but a suburb where going anywhere involves traffic, parking fees, etc. We didn't have the time to deal with that, so lots of movies won Academy Awards over the years that we've never seen. When you all here talk movies, I have to google them to see what they are about because I've never heard of them. Don't keep up with movies at all, even though now retired. Occasionally do watch one on Netflix though - closed captions are essential to me these days.

      I can count on one hand the number of times we have been to a movie theater in 45 years. And most of those years were pre-netflix.

      In the small town in California where I grew up, about the size of your town, Jean, everything was centered in one place with stores, post office, a casual restaurant and a dress-up restaurant, etc, called The Village. The only movie theater within 35 or so miles was in The Village. My town was in the mountains, so the trip to the next closest movie theater involved driving hairpin turns all the way, to get to the "flatlands". Believe me,nobody bothered. Our single theater (single screen also) was open every day during summer (it is a summer resort town), but come Labor Day, it was weekends only until Memorial Day. If we kids did go to a movie (only one movie and sometimes parents didn't want us to see it) we usually ran into half the class. When I graduated from the public high school, there were only 300 students in the school. So, we did pretty much know everyone and would run into people to chat with everywhere we went.

      Not so in Beltway city.

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  9. Jean, I think people seek convenience and comfort in this age of too much - not just too many things, but too much stress, too much to do, too much noise, too much angst in general.

    It's a whole lot easier to do laundry in your own house than schlep a family's worth to the laundromat. I only do about two loads/week now that we are retired empty nesters. But when we were still working, with three sons, I did laundry every single day and extra on weekends because of changing the sheets on four beds. Three boys in school uniforms that included khaki pants that came home with grass and dirt stains every day (Scrubbed with Fels Naptha soap - better than any other product I tried!). Oxford cloth blue shirts that were generally enhanced by dirt or food by the end of the day etc. Add in play clothes, sports clothes, and our work clothes, towels, kitchen cloths etc, and it was one or two loads/day.

    I use the public library regularly in our community, mostly the local branch, but I sometimes visit the larger branches. Our branch is always busy and every other branch I visit, including the big, regional branches, are busy also. After school is out it can even be hard to get a chair at a table if you want to look at books there, or even work on your computer. Our community branch has about 20 computers for patron use and most are busy whenever I go there. It has a large selection of books in Mandarin, so there are always a lot of Chinese and Chinese/Americans there. There are quiet rooms for study, areas where tutors meet their students, story area for the young children, and a room that is used for all kinds of community meetings and activities, not to mention the monthly book sale by the Friends of the Library - they collect donations all month then raise money for the branch with the book sale. Living where we do, a suburb of DC, we also have the opportunity to hear some really interesting speakers at our local branch library - especially new authors - such as those who have written a book about their years as a CIA agent! Or Foreign Service officer (often the same people). Get college prof types too - coincidently most of them have books on the market as well. ;)

    Public transportation use often comes down to time and convenience. The traffic around DC is among the worst in the country. The metro system has been having problems for years, and has become undependable and quite expensive. In the suburbs, the bus system basically feeds the metro stops. Walk to a bus stop, wait for the metro, maybe a change downtown to another line, finally to the last stop and only a few blocks to walk to the office. It can take a lot more time than driving, even in our horrible traffic. Plus, the metro was built in the 70s, when most DC jobs were in DC. Now most jobs are around the beltway. Since the metro was designed as hub and spoke, few people can use public transportation to get to their jobs in suburbs around the beltway. Even those who work downtown often give up because of the expense of metro, the unreliability, and the sheer misery of being packed in to a crowded subway car like a sardine. Driving means control of your schedule (so you can easily do errands on the way home, put your six bags of groceries in the car, pick up the kids from soccer practice etc). The car is as quiet as you want it to be - you can play rap full throttle, or talk shows (ugh) or nothing at all. When my car radio broke at one point my husband was anxious to fix it. I told him not to bother - I loved the quiet. Our house, with three boys and boys' friends, was seldom quiet! Plus in the car, I could control the temperature.

    Movies out are expensive, and families with kids have the added expense of baby-sitters. Even finding reliable babysitters is a challenge in suburban DC. Video stores? Are there still video stores around? I haven't seen one in years!

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    1. Anne, I think you're right about "...too much stress, too much to do, too much noise, too much angst in general."
      As an introvert, I never preferred communal laundry facilities, etc. And though I'm fine with taking public transportation when on a trip, around home I prefer to drive myself. There's a reason why I never joined a convent, where everything is "ours" and not "mine".
      Though having said that, I am a frequent user and supporter of the library. And I feel that public spaces such as local, state, and national parks are essential to preserve.

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    2. Anne, I'm not attacking you or other people with conveniences.

      Certainly "conveniences" are defined differently depending on where you live. We need a car because we live in the cornfield and no buses go by here.

      Merely asking whether conveniences sometimes cocoon us from interaction with others. Ex., Netflix is a poor substitute for the video store where I enjoyed chatting with the movie buffs who worked there.

      I also question whence stress. Sometimes might stress lie in maintaining our conveniences?

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    3. My niece and her husband love Paris and go every year. Most years they rent an apt, and have laundry on site. This year they stayed in a hotel. The were guided to a tiny laundromat nearby and were surprised that it had no people in it that they could see. But there was a door with some kind of sign about waiting area. They went through it and found themselves in a cafe/bistro/bar where everyone doing their laundry could wait - and socialize! Apparently there is a group of regulars there, for obvious reasons.

      I suppose conveniences can "cocoon" us, but in my year of commuting by subway (in Paris), and 2 years commuting by bus (in DC), I found that people did not interact - they avoided eye contact completely, and this was in the days before cell phones. I am an introvert, like Katherine, so I will confess I never tried to initiate a conversation, even with people I saw on my bus route every day. But, they would not have welcomed it anyway, I suspect, since eyes were averted if you even looked at them.

      Life in a village of 1700 is obviously very different than urban/suburban living. I lived in a small town like that from age 10-junior year college. We didn't go anywhere - grocery store, post office (we didn't have home delivery), movies, etc without running into lots of people we knew. I don't think it's conveniences that are the problem but the reality that most of live in very large communities where the only people we know are through neighborhood schools, houses of worship, and non-school sports teams.

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    4. The first year we were married we didn't have a washer and dryer. The laundromat in the small town where my husband was a teacher was next to a bar. I took our German Shepherd with me on a leash when I did the laundry, figuring nobody would hassle me if he was around. Which they didn't, until an old boy who had obviously had a few came in and said, "I used to be a dog trainer. Here, I'll teach your dog some tricks!" The dog, who wouldn't have hurt a fly, just rolled his eyes and looked pained. The old guy was harmless, but annoying. Next time I did laundry it was worth a 30 mile drive to take it to my parents' house and do it there.

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    5. OK, well, I guess "conveniences" shield you from the hoi polloi. Sorry I asked.

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    6. Jean, not intended as a diss. The laundromat story was one of those things one looks back at for a laugh.

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    7. Lordy, I hate driving. Doesn't do much for loving one's fellow human beings. I fantasize about my next car having the accessory package with the car-to-car missile.

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    8. Stanley - I'd settle for one of those buttons on the dashboard that James Bond has in his car, where pushing it causes his car drops a load of nails or tacks or some such onto the street behind him to flatten the tires of the guy tailgating him.

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  10. Jim, I will look for Putnam's book in the library when I go there today to return books. I have heard of it before.

    I am wondering though, what does he suggest? You can't turn back the clock. We don't live the way our grandparents lived, or at least the way some people's grandparents lived.

    And I know from reading your comments, and Katherine's, and Jeans, that your lives in the midwest are totally different from the way I grew up in southern California, first in Los Angeles (one extreme) and then in the small town in the mountains we moved to when I was 10 years old (the other extreme). Neither were Normal Rockwell communities, including the small town in the mountains. Few people lived anywhere near grandparents, for example. No Sunday dinners for the extended family. No cemeteries where generations of our ancestors are buried. I knew only one grandparent, the others had died before I was born. And she was not your cuddly grandma who taught you to bake cookies and had the whole family over for a wonderful dinner every Sunday. My mother had 3 sibs, my father had 8 sibs. I know only one of my first cousins. Don't even know the names of most of the rest of them, although all were in southern California when I was growing up.

    So, I have no personal experience with Putnam's America, nor Katherine's, nor Jeans. I guess you don't miss what you never had. My husband grew up in the DC area, and his experience was much like mine.

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    1. Anne, right. I know the members of my family who moved to California, all went there to get away from the extended family :-). But seems maybe your family's story is different.

      The old caricature of a Chicago family is the three-flat (which is to say, a three-story building, with a family-size apartment on each floor), in which the grandparents own the house and live on the first floor, their son and his wife live on the second floor, and the grandson and his wife live on the 3rd floor. In the town in Michigan in which I grew up, it wasn't quite that intensive, but it was pretty close. I think I've probably mentioned before: the house I was born in (or at least brought home to, shortly after birth) originally was purchased by my great-grandmother and great-grandfather. They raised their family of five kids in it, and then their youngest, who was my grandfather, bought it from them. My great-grandmother was a widow by then, so she lived with my grandfather - imagine how my grandmother, as a newlywed wife, must have felt, moving into a home with her mother-in-law living there. My grandfather and grandmother raised their three children there, and then when my father was ready to marry, he bought the same house from his parents, who thankfully for my mom's sake moved out (and so did my great-grandmother, who was still alive - she went to live with her daughter). My mother had the first five of her seven children while we lived in that house. But then my parents sold it the summer after I was in first grade - first time the house had been out of my family since 1920 or something like that. My parents moved us to the suburbs of Detroit. To be sure, my parents got so homesick, living 75 miles away from all the relatives, that they moved back to the hometown the next year :-). But then when I was in middle school, they moved us again, this time to Illinois. I've lived here ever since. Admittedly, my parents moved back to the hometown for one more short stint, after I had grown and flown the nest, but they moved back to Illinois again after a couple of years. I think they were torn between their home town with all their relatives and old friends there on the one hand, but put off by the crummy economy and lack of opportunity and general decay on the other hand. Not that where they live in Illinois is exactly a boomtown. Not many places in the Upper Midwest are booming.

      I have six siblings, but they're scattered all over the country now. Half of them do live in California, but I don't think they see much of one another, either. I have a brother in Michigan whom I see a few times a year. The others, I can go for several years at a time without seeing, or even, truth to tell, talking on the phone. My nieces and nephews, I know a bit, but just a bit. I have cousins, too, whom I also know just a bit. I went to all their weddings (they're all a good deal younger than me, so they've all been married in the last 10-12 years), but beyond that, hardly ever see them. My mother is the center of family news and gossip - she really works hard at keeping up with everyone. Once I became a parent, my kids have been the planets around which my life has revolved. My mom was like that, too, but she's always managed to keep up with everyone else, too. I think she's a bit of a rarity in that respect.

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    2. One thing Facebook is good for is staying connected with extended family. I have connected with cousins that I hadn't seen in years. There's even some second cousins who live in Denmark who friended me. Fortunately they are fluent in English, and there's auto translate when they post something in Danish. You get a reminder when it's somebody's birthday. The nieces and nephews post cute pictures of their children, and I can comment or click a little heart icon. I have heard it said that the younger generation doesn't think Facebook is cool anymore because the grandmas and aunties have taken it over. Guilty as charged. But I notice the younger ones keep posting stuff.
      One drawback to Facebook is that you have to monitor content as to what is popping up on your feed. Sometimes people get political and I "snooze" them for awhile. And I've unfriended a nephew's ex who was trash talking.
      We have two nephews on my husband's side who live in California. Both their parents are deceased. They don't do Facebook. Or snail mail. Or phone calls. But they do text from time to time (as do we) and that's how we maintain a rather tenuous connection.

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