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Show f JMitterfieJ (Rainbow V .. CAROL LEMON J . FINAL CHAPTER I feel like my Pen needs a booster shot today. It won't write . . . Won't put- down on paper all the things I want to say that are tumbling around inside my mind and my heart. Maybe it's such a mess that it just can't de-, cipher It correctly. This will likely be the Final Chapter of Butterflies Butter-flies and Rainbows . . . and believe me, it's a hard one to write. Goodbyes are never easy, for me, at least. I learned early that there were many kinds of Goodbye. Most were blunt and to the point, and brought heartache and uncertainty. But then, that is nothing new. Everyone Every-one experiences it at one time or another. I've always believed that when one dqor closes, another an-other opens. . . That each turn in the road can bring development and growth.But this bend in the highway seems harder than most. I began writing for the NEWS in 1974. Itwas something some-thing I'd wanted to do for a long time. It gave me great satisfaction along with stage fright. Then three years ago, I came to work at the NEWS Office itself. Not quite certain cer-tain that I could handle all the difficult routines and operations that went into the production of an interesting, informative, weekly Newspaper. News-paper. The Bosses nine month illness shortly thereafter, drew strength and abilities from me that I never dreamed dream-ed I had, and we struggled through it somehow, and won. Leaving it all is hard. Much harder than I ever im agined. As I do little things around the office, and realize that I likely am doing them for the last time I find myself often in tears. And writing my 'Final Chapter' is almost impossible. impos-sible. I'm not certain, but I believe be-lieve that once innoculated with 'Newspaper Fever' it flows through the veins for the rest of your life . . . and I suppose I shouldn't be surprised each Tuesday I morning when my Blood-pressure Blood-pressure and my Psyche both ' gear up to meet the chal- I lenges of the Tuesday deadline. dead-line. . . Or when the fire ' alarm rings, or the ambulance ambu-lance cries and I reach for I the Camera and take off on the run . . . And I wonder ' if I can turn off that little , gnome in my Subconcious, who works out my weekly I column in advance and sees to it that my pen gets itchy feet Monday and Tues -day noon when it's time to I write it. The 'Milford Chapter' of I my Life has been full and rewarding. And I don't re-I re-I gret any of it. So, I'll just say thank you all for the good times and warm memories. . . I take them with me tucked safely I away in a corner of my I heart. Hopefully, this Goodbye Good-bye wll be a gentle one. . . 'Go with God'. . . 'Till We Meet Again' . . . Goodbye. |