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Thompson, Marion submitted April 2002, updated March 2004
Born in Montreal, Quebec. Cradle Anglican. Grew up in and around Montreal, lived in England (1972-73, Rake, Hampshire, nr Petersfield), and have been in Toronto since '73. Busy at my Church on both sides of the rail, as I like to put it, I served five years as a warden. I am also a licensed lay reader and factotum.
I will have earned my Diploma in Lay Ministry when I hand in this last paper. Graduation is May 10/04. <G>
"Not a drawing-room liberal", as a parishioner said of me, I am ever more deeply involved in prison ministry as a community chaplaincy volunteer. The need is so great.
I have always sung in choirs and choruses and informal groups of all kinds. Barbershop, madrigals, oratorio, pubs The eponymous Marion Singers rose from the group of singing buddies who sang at the wedding when Jim and I married in 1992. We are an accomplished chamber choir, a cappella, singing from 15th C to 20th C, sacred and secular. We have a CD (a second in the can) and perform at no cost to raise money for charitable or not-for-profit causes like Habitat for Humanity, food banks, church restoration or organ rebuilding funds, etc.
Long interested in gardening and things horticultural, I am mostly retired from my one-person gardening business (Hand-in-Glove Garden Services) which I started when I took early retirement from a 'real' job. Also maker of fine traditional chutneys,jams, and black fruitcake for the cognoscente (Thompson Tracklements).
Seven grandchildren (two in Halifax, NS, three in Montreal, Quebec, and two here in Toronto), thanks to my daughter and two sons.
Was a volunteer at an AIDS shelter for some eight years. Used to be involved in target rifle shooting (Bisley stuff) at the national and international level.
Live outside Toronto in an 1870 board-and-batten cottage in the historic hamlet of Whitevale in the rural part of the jurisdiction of Pickering where Kevin lives. Life up here is never dull as we battle against dumps, airports, super-highways, development in the last world-class agricultural land near Toronto.
Tite, Jayne ("Jayne nz") submitted April 2002
I rather gather there will be some well know faces here, and I look forward to finding out who they are.
Me, if there are some faces here I don't know, I live down right on the edge of the world, where the roar of the oceans plunge into the abyss is load in our ears, (some insist that it is really the Aussies talking <g>). Yep, thats it little ole Godzone New Zealand.
I'm retired, (just) but still work from time to time, having, in the last year entered on a brand new career, farming. I milk cows, pasture stock (bovine), put in fences, water lines, and in the calving season keep myself outta mischief looking after the young 'uns.
Peopel think I'm animal crazy just cos I have two dogs, three cats, two 6 month old heifers, and a lamb of the same vintage. In thge foreseeable future are another dog, two more calves and another lamb. I also have an electric lawnmower thats rusting from lack of use.
Church wise I'm Anglican in thats my main church, But I attend others as and when the fit takes me. I believe passionaltly in the Gospel, but am not a fundementalist, rather I am far right of centre,(conservative), except when I move closer in, sometimes very middle of the road, but can move to wards the left and am not unknown as a bleeding heart liberral of the far left. In other words a typical Anglican of the via media school.
And if you have read this far you will realise that I am not the best of typists, and my spelling needs some attention. I run an old Mac OS, which limits my abilities in spell checking to zero.
Well there it is, a snap shot of yours truly.
Trevathan, Carol & Andre sumitted September 2003
Andre and I are, respectively, a retired priest and a retired piano teacher (among other things), now living in Louisville after a 10-year stint in Western Kentucky in a very congenial university town where Andre was parish priest (75%) and campus chaplain (50%). You do the math. Before that we lived separate lives in Puerto Rico, where Andre was assistant to the bishop and general missioner and I was raising children, working as a school librarian, and teaching piano (the latter somewhat famously, as the first to introduce the Suzuki method, which made a huge splash). We married in 1985 and returned (for him - I'm a displaced Pennsylvanian myself) to Kentucky to care for his ailing mother.
We joined the Anglican list in 1996, hoping to know the outcome of the Righter trial without waiting for a newspaper. (Is that the right year?) We were hooked immediately, and stayed many years, getting to know the inner souls of a great many wonderful people some of whom we managed to meet in the flesh in various ways - listmeets at GenCon Philadelphia, parties at Diana's in DC during the PB's whatever-you-call-it (not enthronement, surely?), and follow-up close encounters with those who became fast friends, like the Fleeners, our alter-egos (alter-nos?) and David Allen White, no longer active on any of the lists - he had to get a life, apparently - but frequently here in Louisville to see his mother and us.
My children, wary of internet-connected acquaintanceship, occasionally refer these as our ax-murderer friends. "But they are all Episcopalians," we tell them, and some of them priests." "And what is your point," they ask. On the whole, they are very acceptable children, my daughter the doctor (ER, Nashville) and my son the Philadelphia lawyer (Public Defender = good guy). Both have presented me with granddaughters, three in the past 2 1/2 years, the smartest and most beautiful babies ever to enter the world. Of course.
Andre has three sons, two in London (UK) and one in Puerto Rico. At last count he had 11 grandchildren plus 2 step-grandchildren, one great-grandchild and another en route. Some of these we have never met. A few of you recall our hysterical panic 4 or 5 years back when his not-yet-15-year-old grandson Idries disappeared into the Newark airport on his first trip to the US, during a flight delay. A Newark listfriend actually went looking for him! He turned up safe and sound the next day and had a splendid visit with us. He's now a university student.
Andre does Sunday supply work and is active in Hispanic ministry and random acts of civil protest. I am an EFM mentor and involved in various diocesan and parish affairs and squishy liberal do-goodism. We read, follow the news obsessively, work out at the Y (MAJOR weight loss in progress for me) and are addicted to birding.
Maybe that wasn't as brief as you would have liked, but it all seemed so important.
We will probably sit quietly on a comfortable little bench along the Magdalen wall, leaning forward so as not to miss a word, wincing in pain when sharp arrows are shot at anyone, and on occasion having something to say.
Twentyman, Don submitted April 2002; updated October 2003
Deacon, St Alban's Episcopal Church, Spirit Lake, Iowa, USA
Most of my trials and joys of the past nine years have been shared with my Anglican on-line friends (or, as a list-sib once called them, the little people who live in her computer.) Here are some of the items which best define me as I now am.
In 1988 my marriage of 17 years finally crumbled, and (it seemed at the time) so did my life and diaconal ministry.
In 1992 I married Marie-Elena Malviso, a Brooklynite who had come to Rochester, Minnesota, to finish her CPE. This photo was taken in front of the Tower of London on our honeymoon. We finished the honeymoon with a wonderful week at Taize, France. (I know, Taize should have an accent, but those often come through as garbage characters.) One of the great joys that we had was sharing one-another's ministries. Also, I gained three stepsons! Just before Labor Day weekend, 1996, Marie-Elena was killed in a head-on collision with a semi. She had just been hired for her "dream job" as a nursing home chaplain. Both her bachelors and masters programs had focused on this goal. Apparently she was too euphoric to notice that her blood sugar was getting dangerously low as she drove to tell her best friend the good news. She had always expected that her diabetes would get her one way or the other, so we had actually discussed funeral plans. The funeral was at Pax Christi RCCh in Rochester, but Fr. Nick, the rector of Calvary Episcopal, preached. His opening line was: "Some of you may not know it, but this funeral was originally scheduled for Calvary. But she had this coupon ..." Fr. Nick knew Marie-Elena very well! :-) My friends at Anglican@American.edu were a great support through all of this time.
In 1997 I met Mary Hermansen, a first grade teacher in northwest Iowa. We became officially engaged at GC in Philadelphia in 1997 while on our way to Charlottesville, Virginia, for the wedding of one of my stepsons. We were married in 1998. As I had over 30 years in at Mayo, it made sense for me to take early retirement and move "south of the border" to join her in Iowa. I'd always heard that one should move south when retiring, but for me the distance in that direction was less than 50 miles! I finally have the time to do focus on various ministries, and between church work and assisting in Mary's classroom I am busier than ever!
Less than a year after my letters dimissory had been accepted, and I was "official" at St Alban's, Spirit Lake, Fr. Larry retired. Our "new" priest, Martha, is now firmly in place and not at all "new" any more. I expect and hope to spend many more fruitful years here at Spirit Lake.
Mary and I still trek to Rochester on a regular basis to visit my mom, who is now in her 90's and living in an assisted living facility by her own choice. My mother is the real deacon in the family. I just happen to be the one who is ordained. Also, of course, not long ago we went through the death of Mary's dad from colon cancer, and are very close to all of her family.
Although I would have far preferred to have married only once, and for a lifetime,
I have gained three wonderful new extended families over the years, and value them all. Now that I am a grandfather I have more traveling in
sight, as we do our best to tie the generations together.
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