family 2011 Welcome, Sarah Anne (Lumnah) Johnson! June 11,
Finally another woman!
K I T
A N D J A N E
Something old, someone new, something borrowed, nobody blue ...
@ . . . O U R M A R R I A G E , N O T A G E !
Cranking ice cream at our wedding-eve family picnic.
Jane flew to Colorado for her 50th H.S. reunion. Ben, in a remarkable act of loving kindness, went along and helped the aging OWLies produce a special edition of the old student newspaper!
Greetings, old friends and fam! Greetings, old friends and fam! Time never marches; it sneaks Time marches; it sneaks up andnever befuddles us these days up and befuddles us these days as we weed things out and as we weed out and prepare for things Transition–ours prepare for Transition–ours and and the Earth’s. the Earth’s. Munro continues to job-search Munro continues to job-search in NYC, but it's a tough in NYC,sobut it'sstill a tough market, market, he’s reverseso he’s still reverse-commuting commuting to his good job in to hisBen’s good WNYC job in CT. Ben’s CT. public radio WNYC public radio job moved job moved to Boston, so he to Boston, he movedproject to a moved to asoYouTube YouTube project at he Slate.com, at Slate.com, where had where he had been a weekend been a weekend reporter but reporter willeditor now with be an will now but be an editor with regular hours instead regular hours instead of of working jobs seven days working twotwo jobs seven days a a week. Sarah also switched–from week. Sarah also switched– editing at St. at Martin’s Press to from editing St. Martin’s PR for Brooklyn Public Library. Press to PR for Brooklyn Public
Library. We and our kids feel We and our kids feel fortunate fortunate and happy that they andsohappy are close. that they are so close. Kit spent some up-time in Kit spent some up-time in Oregonwith withthe theold oldgrammar grammar Oregon school gang for his 50th HS school gang for his 50th HS year,followed followedby bydowner downertime time year, in AZ moving his dad into in AZ moving his dad into assistedliving livingafter afteraatough tough assisted battle with a hospital staph battle with a hospital staph infection.Dad Dadhas hasmiraculously miraculously infection. bounced back in time forhis his bounced back in time for 98th birthday! 98th birthday! Kit still plays, teaches, & directs. Kit still plays, teaches, & (www.kitjohnsonmusic.com) Jane directs. Jane still writes poetry still writes poetry (samples au (samples au verso) & “rages” verso)the & “grannies” “rages” withforthe with peace, “grannies” forjustice. peace, Be earth, earth, & social well& social justice. Be well and find and find happiness in 2012! happiness in 2012!
Here’s looking at you, kids, and looking at not being kids anymore–a couple of Jane’s 2011 poems… SEE-SIDE: WEDDING PHOTOS loving the looking at the loving looking at the looking at the loving the looking loving the me in you loving the you in me looking at you seeing me seeing you loving seeing me loving you seeing we see wee seas weeping with the seeing all tied into pools of the loving in the looking we love to love seeing you loving looking at us all loving you loving and looking and seeing us in you two wedding in the looking and loving and marrying you too
LOVE LETTER TO MY NECK Ah, there you are, hanging out under my chin, as usual. Rather not as usual, exactly. You’ve loosened up lately, lost your grip. Yet, you old turkey wattle, I love you. I buy you pretty scarves and a new turtleneck to hug you, neck and neck. Okay, to hide you. But I can see not wrinkles but reminders that you have held my head high in the face of hurt, that you have allowed it to bow in reverence, humility, loss. That you have made possible my head turning to satisfy my heart and my natural bents. I see this flabbiness as flexibility: the give and taking of a peek at the star -studded treetops and into the tiniest neighborhoods at my feet. Well, that’s a stretch repeated and recorded until your elastic’s worn out. Now you drag my redoubling chin down with you and even replace my rosy cheeks with jowls. Still I will love you, my good old neck, for all these years you have made way for head, body, and heart to conNECKt.
Now here’s an interesting note. We ran across our 2002 Xmas rhyme Jane wrote back then, and here it is again. And yes, I’m married to a prophet! –Kit
CHRISTMAS 2002: WE’RE WISHING 1…that the wealthiest 1% would see the Light above the hovel, the Halo in civilization’s cradle, and the wisdom in the bearing of gifts. 2…that the fruits of your labors would be returned to you by the robber-‐kings who went looking for stars and found more than one Family frankly incensed, 3…that we would stop harming harmless children with Weapons, arming the Masses, and teaching Destruction 4…that a New World order would be heard on high, an order that can’t be ignored anymore, for goodwill to all, including the 99%. 5…that a new Behavior would be born this day, trickle up and Stable-‐ize all the human varieties of mindless sheep, spineless chickens, greedy pigs, gutless asses, and corrupt elephants. 6…that our sheep-‐herders-‐on-‐ high would get the Vision Thing, stop cultivating Columbines, remember Jesus didn’t even drive, and wake up in time to hear the angels of mercy sing. 7…that we would stop the Crusades by Good Friday, leave Crosses uncut in Old Forest, not dance on Arabia’s belly, nor drain the Arctic, nor melt the icebergs, nor oil the waters 8…that, for Pete’s sake, and for the love of Mike (Mohammed, Naomi, Sarah…) under stars and in hovels everywhere, we would all make wish-‐lists for water, air, kindness, tomorrows…and not just send them to Santa
This blank page just won’t go away...one of those exasperating mysteries of micro-hard life on the little screen. I’ll take that as a sign that the Johnson family story isn’t over yet. Who knows? Maybe there will be news to fill it before I actually get this thing mailed/emailed to you! jj