I am truly humbled and honored to have the opportunity to be a part of Meadowlark Hills.
May 12, 2022
By Nancy Julien Kopp
At least once during the Christmas seasons of my 1940s childhood, my mother and I rode the elevated train from suburban Oak Park to downtown Chicago, exiting at the Marshall Field’s station. Pigeons strutted on the wooden platform and railings, flapping soft gray wings now and then, drawing my attention, but Mother pulled me toward a long flight of steps to the street, leaving the pigeons far above us.
The loud, thumping trill from the woods booms against our ears. I’m reminded of James Thurber’s “things that go bump in the night.” What Phantom of the Forest with such auditory might lurks therein and calls from the night? Or... “what rough beast...slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?” (W.B. Yeats poem “The Second Coming”) Numerous societies across our world speak of a mysterious local monster, but the existence of none, as of yet, has been proven. We hear most often of the Himalayan Yeti, the north American Sasquatch (Bigfoot), or of Scotland’s Loch Ness Monster.
by Michele Riter, Community Relations Assistant
A big topic during our recent “National Climate Week,” was that of “ecological literacy.” The current ecological crisis suggests the necessity for a steep ecological learning curve for all of our world societies, but especially for those of the “industrial belt” that circles the globe north of the equator. This area uses natural resources and produces trash and pollutants at levels that are disproportionate to its percentage of the world’s population.
Voted “best of the best” by Manhattan Mercury readers, five category winners of our local newspaper’s annual Readers’ Choice awards are competing this fall to claim yet another title: 2019 Hog Kisser! These professionals own or work for local businesses that have reputations for quality and service, and Meadowlark Foundation is fortunate to have convinced them to put their talents to use for the future of Meadowlark residents.
Written by Michele Riter, Community Relations Assistant
“When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang.”
I believe this quote from one of Shakespeare’s sonnets describes the season of fall perfectly, especially in Kansas.
Some trees stay green, show yellow and brown hues, or drop their leaves without any chance to become a new color. First, a pigment of chlorophyll—shades of green, fades to carotenoid—yellow, orange and brown. The luckiest of trees have leaves that hang like red rubies against the blue, autumn sky.
Gift Prints added to Meadowlark collection
Meadowlark’s collection of Friends of Art gift prints grew recently thanks, in part, to some detective work by Alyn West, gallerist at Manhattan’s Strecker Nelson West Gallery. Prior to last week, the collection, which hangs in the Stamey Gallery in the hallway between the KSU Classroom and Verna Belle’s Cafe , needed five prints to be complete. Now, only two prints remain to be discovered.
These days a great fury is filling the air waves between plants and many of the animals of our world. Ease yourself across the prairie and within its tree- and shrub-filled gullies and patches. Stroll the woods; watch the trees, shrubs, and flowers around your home; or the plants in your gardens. Even with watching closely, you’ll sense very little of the fury, very few of the trillions of small, quiet acts of which I speak.
Meadowlark Market, a store offering furniture and fabulous finds, will again be open later this month at 1217 Meadowlark Circle. The June hours and dates are 10 a.m. to 3 p.m. Friday and Saturday, June 28 and 29, and noon to 4 p.m. on Sunday, June 30. All are welcome to shop and spend! New items for June, so far, include three coordinating storage/display pieces, a leather rocker/recliner, an oak glider with nifty red cushions, a vintage rooster cookie jar, and two 14- karat gold and opal rings. Watch for more photos in upcoming Messengers!
Today is the 75th anniversary of D-Day: the huge, costly, and ultimately successful allied land assault on Hitler’s Fortress Europe. Although mere words never can even remotely capture what happened that fateful day on Omaha Beach, I want to share a powerful experience that Imogene and I once had there.
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