Generations of Love

Everyone has a father. Mine was a great man with great intellect, passion and love of family. He is remembered as a dedicated artist, craftsman, debater, scientist, chef, innovator, stickler for doing things right, and broke into song with his fabulous baritone voice at a moment's inspiration. His children and grandchildren are a rich heritage and carry on those traits he showed so well. Happy Father's Day, Dad.

The Wright Way

Thirty-one years is a long time to be at one place. On April 30, 2008 John finally rolled up the maps of the city that filled his office and retired as Director of Planning and Development Services. It was not an easy move. As a matter of fact, as in all moves, there was in making this move a great deal of thought, angst, effort and twinges of sadness. It was a difficult choice to leave projects yet to be completed, good co-workers and friends, and the position that gave him the ability to make so many good things happen in the community. But it was the right choice. One that will give him many more opportunities in the future to show what the Wright Way is: that love of family is important, that communities can be places where families can grow and live good lives, that faith and good works go hand in hand. The city that John served so well for so many years gave him a gift: a street sign with "WRIGHT WAY...31 years" on it. How fitting to make this a signpost in a life well lived and marks just a part of the journey toward great opportunities to come.

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Everyone has a story. I find that most people are willing to tell a story, but few are willing to write theirs down. Maybe it makes the story permanent and unchangeable once it becomes print. Perhaps there is a part in each of us that wants to modify our stories each time we tell them. Not that in doing so the story becomes inaccurate, or worse, false, but the focus may change as our lives change. What was once important to us at a stage in our life may move to the background as other facets of our lives take prominence. As I begin this Blog, and do so at the urging of my fellow family bloggers, I find myself reluctant to put into words what my mind constructs. I've come to the conclusion that I don't need to be profound every day. Perhaps as the story unfolds the readers will deem what is important--or not. For me, I begin...Page One.