Friday, March 27, 2015

Donald P. Paolucci

We lost another over the weekend, our longtime neighbor, Donald Paolucci, who left us Saturday at the age of 89, nine years my senior. Those of us, seniors of retirement age, knew Donald as an icon in our town's tapestry. His final photograph pictured him handsome to the end. I always admired Donald's composure, his self awareness, how he carried himself, and, especially, his clean and neat natty attire. 

Sunday evening was Donald's and wife, Daisy's, tribute to their children and their grandchildren. They gathered Sundays each week around 6PM to break bread together in an old fashion family gathering long forgotten. In these days of hustle and bustle a family gathering is a tribute to the past when the Family was the centerpiece of community life. Hats off to the Paolucci Family. 

My first recollection of Donald goes way back into the late 1940s or early 1950's when I watched him jog around the island at Manatawny Park. Our family lived at 220 Manatawny Street directly across from the island and, I believe, he lived on York Street. Sometimes joined by others, I surmised they were getting in shape for local football games the social clubs engaged in. I too was engaged in football but at the high school level. I never spoke to them because I was a teenager and they were men who had served in WW 2 - they were members of The Greatest Generation.

I have lived for 41 years at N. Evans St. most of these years as Paolucci's neighbor. Donald and I spent many afternoons on my front porch talking about Pottstown and, most often, sports. If he spotted me while coming or going ( Donald always seemed to be on the move), he would come over and sit a spell. Since both of us were afflicted with similar medical problems we had plenty of notes to compare. When this topic got too heavy Philly sports took a beating. 

I'll miss Donald but in Daisy, the energizer bunny of former writings, their homestead will continue to be the blossom of the neighborhood. We'll always think of the Paolucci's as the consummate Family's Family, a good neighbor, indeed.

Connie&Ron Downie

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Illusions

Accepting time as precious, all life dangles perilously as the object of a bank account bent on ever increasing its final bloated numbers.  

Leaving future in the hands of dividers who base their opinions on deniers, guttural chastisers, guns, and flags is a damned fools errand.

Even knowing that we're all going to die, many vocals ignore that inevitability by plowing more deeply their 
furrows expressly for pleasure.

Ronald C. Downie

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Donald P. Paolucci

We lost another over the weekend, our longtime neighbor, Donald Paolucci, who left us Saturday at the age of 89, nine years my senior. Those of us, seniors of retirement age, knew Donald as an icon in our town's tapestry. His final photograph pictured him handsome to the end. I always admired Donald's composure, his self awareness, how he carried himself, and, especially, his clean and neat natty attire. 

Sunday evening was Donald's and wife, Daisy's, tribute to their children and their grandchildren. They gathered Sundays each week around 6PM to break bread together in an old fashion family gathering long forgotten. In these days of hustle and bustle a family gathering is a tribute to the past when the Family was the centerpiece of community life. Hats off to the Paolucci Family. 

My first recollection of Donald goes way back into the late 1940s or early 1950's when I watched him jog around the island at Manatawny Park. Our family lived at 220 Manatawny Street directly across from the
island and, I believe, he lived on York Street. Sometimes joined by others, I surmised they were getting in shape for local football games the social clubs engaged in. I too was engaged in football but at the high school level. I never spoke to them because I was a teenager and they were men who had served in WW 2 - they were members of The Greatest Generation.

I have lived for 41 years at N. Evans St. most of these years as Paolucci's neighbor. Donald and I spent many afternoons on my front porch talking about Pottstown and, most often, sports. If he spotted me while coming or going ( Donald always seemed to be on the move ), he would come over and sit a spell. Since both of us were afflicted with similar medical problems we had plenty of notes to compare. When this topic got too heavy Philly sports took a beating. 

I'll miss Donald but in Daisy, the energizer bunny of former writings, their homestead will continue to be the blossom of the neighborhood. We'll always think of the Paolucci's as the consummate Family's Family, a good neighbor, indeed.

Connie&Ron Downie


Ian, On His Birthday

Between urban centers, highways spirit
Both men and machines at top speeds.
Many routes are multiple centuries old ;
Animal trails eons in use, vegetation free,
Adopted by horse and rider for their ease.
Widened and then graveled to comfort use
Soon translated into macadam and concrete.
Their history is but an afterthought by now.

In somebody's world similar progression exists
Tracing antiquity into print for others to digest.
But, in your world, a learned one of open inquiry,
I surmise your thrust is not back but is forward.
Highways of the future may not follow footprints
Of wild animals, they'll follow hypothesis, theory.
Maybe you'll be forced to blaze your own trails,
Create you own theories, develop fresh hypotheses.

My bet's on you ! Another year pasted so many more
To come. Expanding beyond trails of your youth, you
Are beginning to develop super highways of the future.
Trial and error are endemic to your highway system.
Your's is not patterned to the rugged lay of the land,
It functions within the folds of your own brain matter.
You have the code, you have the map, lead the way.
Pot holes will occur and can be repaired, smooth riding.

On Your Birthday,
With All Our Love,
Nanny&PopPop

Monday, March 23, 2015

Rude Awakening 

Interrupted is the march of civilization by the extremes of fanatics, those wrapped in ancient beliefs extolling their God is best of all.

Treasured among the Great Civilizations yet recorded are those which honored their leaders equally with their members superior in knowledge.

Marching in lock step the dull of mind envision a brilliant utopia waiting ahead whether, or not, they understand the cruelty of servitude.

Ronald C. Downie

Friday, March 20, 2015

My Thoughts,

Much hullabaloo in Pottstown about sewer & water. I spent 8 years involved there trying to keep the authority's eye on sewer/water problems.

This morning's TV Western, the arrogantly, egotistical Custer divided his troops into three divisions and lost the battle. Divide & conquer 

Even the mightiest of Empires crumbled, sub coming to the needs of its lowly people's bellies; as today, the lowly never gain from Empire plunder.

Ronald C. Downie

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Knowledge Counts

History is bound to trample on supposed leaders who ignored the foundations of scientific knowledge but rather wrapped themselves in flags.

Treasured among the Great Civilizations yet recorded are those which honored their leaders equally with their members superior in knowledge.

Marching in lock step the dull of mind envision a brilliant utopia waiting ahead whether, or not, they understand the cruelty of servitude.

Ronald C. Downie