Monday, March 07, 2005

Doris and friends

It is some deep quality of humans that we keep at life; we keep coming back, even when hope is barely remembered. Like the jungle villagers of the South Pacific who, after the Second World War, built bamboo airplaines along the abandoned runways, hoping to lure back the big birds that had brought them such wonders. So, while the memory of a better nation lingers, we do our citizen rituals and we hope that some majik may intervene to make the rituals effective. Keeping on is what we are doing now. If there is hope, and there always is, perhaps it is the Far Right's overreach in key areas, most especially Social Security, that may yet wake our neighbors to the takeover afoot. It is up to us to reelectrify the third rail with our own energy.

Speaking of energy, Doris "Granny D" Haddock, one of our inspirations, is resting at home (actually next door at her son's home) in Dublin, New Hampshire. She still has a plastic tube in her neck, but she can speak without too much difficulty and is expecting to have some further repairs made that will get he back on Democracy Road. She may take some time to get around to all the thanks for cards and flowers. Her hospital room was a clearing house for bouquets. After she admired each new arrival, she had the nurses find someone in the hospital who had not received any. The entire wing was soon bursting in bloom. She extends her thanks for the love and encouragement. She received a nice bouquet from her Senate competitor, Sen. Judd Gregg, and another from Governor Lynch. She sent that one home to sit beside her daughter's ashes.

Her friends in her town, and the towns around--many of whom were active in her Senate campaign--quickly organized a visiting nurse committee to make it possible for Doris to spring from the hospital and recover at home.