Ever think of the birthdays of people who have touched your lives? I remember Jeffrey Baer's is January 5 -- he was in
my elementary school -- Sacred Heart -- and God only knows why I remember it. And Susan Hogenmiller's birthday is March 10th
-- she was my grade school rival -- we were both very brainy in grade school. (I remember when she mispronounced Chopin and
got teased by the teacher -- and I would have said it the same way! Oh was I glad that it was Susan and not me -- whew!) Wouldn't
know what happened to Jeffrey -- and haven't seen Susan in years. But then there is another that sticks in my mind, my Dutchman,
who came into my life at a political party the night Dukakis lost. (Yes, that long ago.)
I always wondered why
R.P. Antonisse came into my life, or I into his. It was so unexpected, but he was a cutie --
and a bit younger than me. An older woman, however pretty, could only hold so much charm, especially one who lived thousands
of miles away. But it was fun and romantic while it lasted. And today is his birthday -- happy birthday Robert Peter Antonisse
-- hope your life has gone well -- that you are happy somewhere -- you moved from Haarlem, I think. And if Google tells me
anything, it looks like you could still be in law and might enjoy birding. I laugh. And I remember. And I bet I still look
younger than you do. Heh heh -- how like a woman. But I also bet you are still cute. Not that it matters much. We're now years
away from each other -- yet I still sometimes think of you and send you good thoughts.
I gain some personal peace as I remember walking with
Robert Antonisse along the North Sea on a windy spring day. Very
special. I bet he'd like Bethany Beach [check out
Bethanycam.com - great place!] And I still, because of Rob, get a kick out of things Dutch. (Though I admit there was a time when tulips
made me sad.) I know Rob played the flute and I think of him when I listen to
James Galway's
Pan and the Birds (from La Flute de Pan). And I still enjoy singer
Herman Van Veen -- I put the two CDs of his that I have on my iPod. (Rob can't whisper into my ear, but Herman can.) Yes, Rob touched
my life. He touched my heart. And I pray he is well and wish him blessings in abundance. Happy Birthday, Rob -- and
Peace hugs,
Kate Anne
