|Ron Price's Annual Email for 2011-2012 |
Note: This is the 2nd edition of this annual email, and all the apostrophes have been omitted since the technology of this site does not permit the easy addition of the apostrophe. Readers now have access to my annual emails for: 2012, 2013, 2014 and 2015. They are all available at an online diary accessible from my website.
Part A: Introduction
Here we are with the solstice, Christmas, Boxing Day and New Year's Day behind us and 364 days of the year 2012 stretching ahead of us. This is a leap year and so 2012 has 366 days. Readers will find below this annual email's second edition which I decided to write after receiving several replies and reactions to its first edition posted here on 4/12/'11, an edition which received over 600 clicks in its first four weeks in cyberspace(4 Dec to 2 Jan). The solstice took place at 5:30 a.m. Coordinated Universal Time twelve days ago on 22 December 2011, or so I was informed at one of the myriad sites in cyberspace that provide information to all those with internet access. We are, then, well into the official period of summer here in Australia, or winter back home in Canada. The hottest part, or the coldest part, of the year is always January and February depending on which hemisphere one lives in. Here in Tasmania it is not as hot as mainland Australia where I lived for 25 years. The climate in this island state is much more moderate with the best of the Australian and the best of the southern Ontario climates---where I have now lived for nearly 70 years in total---combined.
I often find it hard to believe, to get some sense of the reality of the beginning of my life in what was, and still is, called the lunch-pail city of Hamilton Ontario with its current population now of some 700,000. Hamilton was given this nickname because this steel-making city, centred on Stelco of Canada now part of the U.S. Steel Corporation, was a working man's town with men's endless lunch pails!
My life began, it seems now as if in another era, another epoch, in October of 1943 in the midst of WW2, the first global war in history, a horrendous affair killing some 60 million people. Not that I knew anything about the war in those first three years of my life in that steel city, living as I did on the large sandbar called the Beachstrip between Lake Ontario and Burlington Bay. Burlington Bay is a natural harbour; my parents and I moved from the city of Hamilton to the town of Burlington where I lived from the age of 3 to 18. These are just some opening and nostalgic reflections. The globe has continued to experience tempests and trials in all the decades after WW2 from the Cold War to the new wars of the late 20th and 21st centuries and I have come to live a whole world away from that Beachstrip and the town of Burlington.
The first stages of winter back in Canada this year were nothing like last year in that section of what is called the Golden Horseshoe where I grew up, so I am told by a friend who still lives there. In 2010 the weather in the first half of December was extreme and hazardous so I am also informed at a website on the subject. Of course, snow and winter's extremities have come and will come to all parts of Canada, although Vancouver is one city with more moderate weather. I often advise Australians to go to that city in the winter and forget about the rest of Canada if they travel there at that time of year.
Frobisher Bay, part of Baffin Bay in the Canadian Arctic, where I spent one year before leaving Canada, still had open water when December opened; usually that bay near the town where I taught primary school to Inuit children in 1967/8 has been solid ice for at least two months by early December. This news is yet another milestone showing that the Earth is warming-up. It took nearly two years, 100 years ago, for explorers to pick their way through the labyrinth of narrow lanes of open water & thick ice. Now it would be easy. All of us who have the internet facility can easily google the weather in my home town in Ontario, in the Arctic, or in anywhere else. If I want to know the weather where any of my friends & associations from the past and present now live, a few clicks at a search engine, and many a website with information becomes available. Emails which open with a discussion of the weather have become somewhat passe, at least for those who have internet access.
Part B: Means of Communicating These Days
One advantage of writing online, at least at some sites like this one, is the freedom writers have to revise their work. I will be doing that in 2012 as this annual email evolves and its content changes. Readers should go to the autobiography section of my website, rather than this site, to get an update on this annual email. That autobiography section is found at this link:https://www.ronpriceepoch.com/auto.html
Circumstances in my life and the life of the significant others, as psychologists call the members of one's immediate family and other people of more than a little importance in one's life, are always changing. My intention in the coming months is simply to keep this annual email online and up-to-date so that anyone I know, and to whom it seems appropriate, can be given the link to this site and this thread and I won't have to reinvent the wheel, so to speak, every year. The link to this annual communication will be available, then, whenever I find it useful to inform someone. I am going to place this link, as I say above and just to reiterate, in the autobiography section of my website so that readers who want a broader context for its contents than just the last 12 months can read the material I have placed in the long autobiography sub-section of my website at: https://www.ronpriceepoch.com/auto.html
In the last 40+ years, since completing my studies in the mid-1960s and beginning my working life as a teacher in 1967, I have moved around a great deal. I had already lived in several towns in southern Ontario as part of what the international Baha'i community called the Ten Year Crusade(1953-1963), and the opening years of the following Nine Year Plan(1964-1973). In 1966 I moved to Windsor, Canada's most southerly city. It was there that I completed my teacher training. I then married and moved to the Canadian Arctic, to Baffin Island, in 1967, before coming to Australia in 1971.
My life has taken many directions, as is the case of millions of people who live into their late adulthood, the years from 60 to 80 according to one model of human development. Keeping this post, this annual email, accessible by means of my website will help me tie-up some of the loose ends of my life, at least on paper. That is how I have come to feel about placing this annual email in cyberspace, and that is how I often felt as I wrote my annual communication to family and friends over the years, years as far back as November 1967 when it was 30 to 50 below zero outside near the Arctic Circle in Frobisher Bay, now called Iqaluit.
Maintaining communication links with people from one's teens and twenties into one's sixties and seventies is a challenge and not for everyone. Perhaps this exercise of keeping in touch is something one tries to do when one has moved around as much as I have and when one never sees anyone one knew before about the age of 30, and only a handful of people one has known before the age of 50! I left my home, where I had lived with my parents for 20 years, in 1964---and after nearly 50 years those years of growing up now seem a little like a dream.
I also write this annual letter/email partly because I am a writer and author, poet and publisher, roles I have taken on as a sort of personal reinvention of myself, as they say these days, a reinvention since my early retirement at the age of 55 from the world of FT jobs in 1999, and PT jobs in 2001. I now write full-time among other related activities and roles like: reading and researching, and online journalism and blogging, as well as the inevitable and endless editing.
Some people to whom I used to write from the 1960s to the 1990s have stopped writing; they have just gone off the radar, so to speak, for a variety of reasons: death, or just a dislike of the internet or of writing. Still others write long emails like this one; some prefer personal contact and the telephone; some send periodic emails during the year to tell me what's happening in their lives. Some now write to me at Facebook or Twitter or at some other internet site. To each their own! As I head for the age of 70 the number of those with whom I am now corresponding annually has begun to increase due to the movement of people I have come to know onto the internet, to Facebook and Twitter, as well as to many of the other sites on the world-wide-web at which I post.
I am happy with this development since most of this communication involves my writing and the writing of others in one way or another. Those who like to write to me---write; and those who don't---don't. That is no problem for me. I post this email on the internet and replying to what I write here is not intended to impose an obligation on the recipients of these posts. So....just skim and scan the rest of this email, this internet post, read every line or stop reading and click it off. All the words which follow will then disappear. In our world of print and image-glut we all have to work out what we can handle, what is meaningful to each of us, and what we want to bother to take in in our own way.
Collectively, the incoming messages I now receive keep me busy communicating with friends and relatives as well as associations of various kinds accumulated: (a) over a lifetime, and (b) especially in recent years. I have begun to work out systems to simplify my now extensive correspondence, and this exercise is, on the whole, a pleasurable one. It is also an activity I prefer to many hours of: gardening and galivanting, sport and socializing, entertainment and exercise, taking care of pets and children, fixing things and fishing, watching TV and working.
Now on two pensions, the small amount of money that my wife and I have has a limiting effect on our consumer desires, our retail therapy, and on any desired moves in the direction of tourism and travelling. Chris, my wife, and I have not been that well in recent years, and so any galivanting about to distant places is really not on the cards anyway. I now travel mostly in my head and, in many ways, I prefer it that way after living in 37 houses and nearly two dozen towns in the last 70 years.
Readers often suggest I read certain books in the same way I suggest they read my website. I take no offence if readers ignore or just briefly skim and scan my site; readers should take no offence if I do not read the books they suggest I read. I have not read a book in years. I read summaries, reviews, articles and a host of material virtually entirely now on the internet. Any lengthy piece I skim and scan. Newspapers I now read online as well as journals.
This annual email serves as a basis, as an opening note: (a) for a more extended correspondence with each person who wants to write on a more continuous basis during 2012 or in the years that follow, (b) for my reply to those who respond to this email, or (c) as the only note, as my entire annual written communication, until December 2012, for those who do not reply to this email and who do not get in touch with me in any other way during the next 12 months.
I do not use cell phones or mobile phones, although recently my son Daniel gave me a cell phone just to communicate with him and his wife. I do not send electronic cards, a popular form of communication at this time of year and at birthdays, although I receive a small handful of these little delights. I use the kind of phones that have been in my personal and/or professional life in one way or another, with their several technological changes since the 1950s, and I use them as little as possible. I leave incoming calls, for the most part, to my wife.
I have no intention, at least at this stage of my retirement, to use iPhones, iPods or iPads, texting or faxing. Perhaps this is the first sign of ludditism, a movement which began 200 years ago in 1811, and is still alive and well in my retirement years among many a retiree. We can't be utilizers of all the old, as well as all the new, forms of communication. Everyone has their favorite means and modes of KiT, to use an acronym now employed by internet and email posters for keeping in touch. I must say, though, that the iphone looks like an attractive form of technology which I may come to use in future years.
Time will tell.
There is now a lengthening list which people have as a means of KiT: using chat rooms and utilizing iPads and iPods, emails and internet posts at websites, Facebook and Twitter, the old style of telephone and the new types of phones--mobiles and cell-phones. Then there are snailmails and personal contacts. Finally, there are the few, or perhaps the many, who just want to be left alone. This cornucopia of means of communicating provides each of us with our preferred means to suit our lifestyle.
In the last decade each of us has been involved in working out new systems for interacting from all the available options now available. My wife is a big user of the telephone, texting and email, and she is also much more gregarious than I am, or than I have become in recent years. My children, step-children and step-grandchildren all have their ways to KiT from texting to Facebook, from mobile phones to emails. My one grandchild, only four months old in December 2011, Grace Price; and one of my step-grandchildren, now 16 months old, George Armstrong, communicate with sounds. Neither one of them has begun to use words, although they are both learning the rules of language by watching how we adults use language to communicate. All the modern communication tools, and in all likelihood many more, await both of these babies as they move through this 21st century. Time will tell, of course, what awaits them---and us---in this new millennium.
Part C: Holidays, Festivities and Celebrations
Christmas and the Gregorian new year have now gone; the Bahai gift-giving and new year occasions will be taking place in late February and on 21 March, respectively. This email will serve as a seasons greetings and happy new year' to all those celebrating either or both of these sets of events. Ive been involved with these two sets of annual festivities for nearly 60 years and I wish whoever celebrates either of these occasions---a happy, healthy, and prosperous time. To those of you who do not celebrate either of these annual events, or who observe some other festival like: the Chinese new year or Hanukkah(Jewish), Ashura or Al-Hijra(Islamic), or any one of the many Buddhist, Hindu or even pagan/animistic occasions of celebration----happy travelling to you in 2012.
May the gifts you receive and give bring you and others pleasure and joy whether you were engaged in that activity on 25/12/11 or will be from 25/2/12 to 1/3/12, as the case may be. If your occasions of celebration do not involve gift-giving, or if you are only into birthdays, weddings or funerals or all three---good luck to you all and I look forward to hearing from you, if you desire to write.
Part D: News About Family and Self
Some of the following information will be relevant to some readers and some will not. These annual emails are written to scatter the recipient net wide, so to speak; some of the fish, the recipients, get caught in the net and enjoy the read; some swim away from the net to avoid getting caught in its mesh of information, I have little doubt. To each their own when reading, when doing just about anything or, so it seems to me as I go through these middle years, 65 to 75, of late adulthood, as some human development psychologists call the years from 60 to 80 in the lifespan---and as I hope to go through the years of old age, 80+, if I last that long.
The major changes in the lives of Chris and I, as well as the lives of our children here in Tasmania since I last wrote one of these partly cut-and-paste pieces, pieces to save me reinventing the wheel, as one could put it, are as follows:
The situation of Chriss daughter and my step-daughter, Vivienne, now 46, who works half-time in the renal unit and half-time in the intensive care unit at the Launceston General Hospital, the major hospital in the north of Tasmania, is unchanged since I last wrote a year ago. Her husband, Andrew, also born in Tasmania and now 44, went back to teaching in primary school two years ago, but his job came to an end when the demand for teachers in Tasmania in 2011 dropped. With one income their family financial situation was, as they say these days, challenged.
In May 2011, though, Andrew was able to get a job in the IT, information technology, industry here in George Town. He has been working for this town's council as the head of the IT section. Last month he began yet another new job in Launceston, still in the IT industry, with a company called IT Solutions. It is a job he clearly prefers for several reasons, not the least of which is that he does not have to make the 45 to 60 minute drive each way every day.
Their children, and my step-grandchildren, Tobias 18 and Kelsey 16, continue with their busy lives through their high school years with more activities in addition to their studies than you can shake-a-stick at: dancing and singing(Kelsey), part-time work and--recently--career selection(Tobias), family functions and partying(both). They always seem to be coming or going, doing something or other as reports continue to flow in to me here in this little town some 60 kms away from where they live at a rural property outside the city of Launceston.
If you want more details on all their lives and the lives of the following family members just let me know. Some who get this email may not know Vivienne or even remember her since she stayed in Tasmania with her father, my wife's first husband, in 1982 when Chris and I moved from Tasmania to Australia's Northern Territory and then, in 1986, to Western Australia. Indeed, some who get this email may not know anyone whom I mention and, although they may remember some of what I have written about these family members in recent years, they may not ever meet some of the people whose lives I am surveying here.
Don't feel any obligation to read any or all of what I write here, as I say above. I get long letters from people whose lives have slipped to the periphery of my life and these letters often tell me about the details of their family's lives. I skim and scan them to save me getting print-glut. I must add, though, that long annual emails are getting rarer in the last decade, in part I'm sure, due to the many other means of communicating that have come into our lives due to the seeming miracles of modern technology as I have discussed briefly above.
Chriss second daughter, Angela, and the younger of my two step-daughters, had her first baby, George, in 2010. George is now 15 months old. Angela is 41 and lives in Launceston. Her partner, Connie, is a Brazillian and a resident in Florianopolis, the capital city of Santa Catarina, a state in southern Brazil. He is a businessman engaged in selling wholesale jewellery. Ange and Connie separated in 2011 in Brazil, and they are now engaged in working out the arrangements for bringing up their son. Connie visited Ange and George for one month in December 2011 and is now back in Brazil.
These two don't live together any longer and so Ange has the demanding role of being a single-working-parent. She has a part-time job centred in Launceston in the field of public relations and event management for Tasbreeders. This organization represents Tasmanias breeding interests at national and local breeders' meetings through representation on a range of committees.
Both my step-daughters, Angela and Vivienne, seem to be able to work in the fast lane managing: their families, their jobs and their personal lives with whatever time remains to them. They both have their tests in life as we all do and, in this the decade of their 40s, their lives are a tapestry of enterprize and industry, trials and tribulations, joys and sorrows--as are the lives of most of us. Angela, like Vivienne, also stayed in Tasmania in the early 80s with her father, and those who got to know my wife and I after, say, 1982 may not remember Angela, although she did live in Perth on her own while we were there.
Daniel is now 34 and has been married for more than two years. Daniel's wife, Zuriash, is an Ethiopian from Addis Ababa and she is 31. She has a degree in economics from the university of Addis Ababa, and is as far removed as is possible from the image people in the West have of starving people in the Horn of Africa. She, like Daniel, worked at the Bahai World Centre until this time last year. They are now living in George Town. Daniel and Zuriash moved to Hobart after staying with Chris and I for the first 10 weeks of 2011, and after leaving Israel when their years of service came to an end in that major port city of Israel.
Daniel was offered a 3 year scholarship in early 2010 in oceanography. At the end of that three year scholarship he would have been granted a PhD. After more than two months in the program, though, he pulled out since he did not find the contents of the study of sufficient interest for him to devote three years of his life to its pursuit. He was at the Bahai World Centre for nearly three years first as an engineer and then as a statistical analyst. Daniel is currently working part-time, three days a week, in Launceston for Tas-Gas, a private company which retails gas in Tasmania. He is employed as a technical writer, a position he officially started two months ago. Zuriash had her first baby on 21/9/11; mother, father and baby are all progressing well.
Chris and I were busy for the first 5 months of 2011 having, first, Angela and her son George, and then Daniel and his wife, living with us. But they are now ensconced in their own rental properties: Dan a flat and Ange a house. Our 3 children live within a one hour drive and new interaction patterns have emerged in our lives, as you can imagine, after all of us were living in different parts of Australia and the world until 2011.
I keep in touch with several members of my family back in Canada and my first wife's family. Judy and her South Australian husband, Evan, had three children and now have one grandchild just entering primary school. The many people both in these two families in Canada and in Chriss extended family here in Tasmania have lives which are filled with potential news which I could relate. But the news of the people in these three families and their extensions is not really of interest to the people outside the family relations to whom I now send these periodic emails.
I write to many people now in the evening of my life: (i) mostly at sites on the internet, and (ii) some among those whom I have got to know in the last several decades in the two dozen towns and cities where I have lived. Such information about these extended parts of my families of birth and two marriages, my consanguineal and affinal families as they call these two types of families in sociology, does not seem relevant in any way to others. Anyone who once knew, or still knows, any of these people to whom I refer in this annual email, and who wants more information about them, can always ask when, and if, they respond to this email.
Chris is a gad-about and is busy with three major areas of activity: (a) a local arts-society, (b) her family: (i) her mother, sister and brother and their families; and (ii) her two daughters and one son and their families--as well as (c) a range of Bahai events here in northern Tasmania and, finally, (d) with friends and associations she has come to know while living in this old town, the oldest in Australia, or with people she once knew while growing-up in northern Tasmania. Chris is as active as ever, even more so in recent months due to some improvements in her health and with her three children being within cooee, to use an Australian term for short calling-contact distance. Her health is still not that good, though, and her doctors do not know the cause of her fatigue and muscular problems.
I occasionally visit, in addition to some family members, in about a dozen homes on a regular basis with people I have got to know in the last dozen years or so in this small town of about 5000 at the end of the Tamar River near the Bass Strait, an extension of the Great Southern Ocean, here in northern Tasmania. I maintain, therefore, an element of my previously extensive social existence.
I have a far-less active social life than I had in the 1990s in Perth Western Australia with its Bahai community of over 2000, and with my full-time job---before retiring after 32 years of teaching and after 18 years as a student. After half a century in classrooms I was happy, more than a decade ago, to take this sea-change in Tasmania.
The new medication I take for my bipolar disorder limits the extent of my socializing. My medications and my disinclination to socialize beyond an hour here and there, keep my social life to a minimum but, after a lifetime of 8 to 10 hours a day of talking and listening, I do not mind this new lifestyle with its limited social engagement. Most of my service, social activism and group interaction now takes place on the world-wide-web.
I trust your life is a comfortable one even if busy and demanding in its various ways as most peoples lives seem to be these days. If you enjoy a more leisurely lifestyle now in your retirement, as some who receive this email do, may such a leisurely pace continue and with it good health and plenty of energy to enjoy what some call the declining/reclining years of the evening of life.
Tasmania has just completed the first official ten days of its summer season(22/12/'11 to 1/1/'12). Chris is often away from home engaged as she is, and as I say above, with her several interests and social activities, family responsibilities and community involvements. I am at home writing and reading, editing and researching, as well as posting and publishing on the internet. I have been doing this since my retirement from FT work in 1999, PT work in 2003 and most casual-volunteer work in 2005.
Part E: Who Reads This Email and Replies
In the first four weeks that this email has been online, as I said above, it has had more than 600 clicks. This is just one measure of the extent to which it has been read, and confirming to me the value of this new form of communicating my annual email. There is little point of writing to many people and putting this email at my website, if what I write is not read. I now have hundreds of thousands of readers in cyberspace, if not millions, and this link is read by a small portion of them. Writers like to have readers in similar ways that talkers like to have listeners.
This one link at my website provides an outline of a very personal part of my life, a personal part that I am happy to make public to the few in the wider public who are interested. To each their own, though, for readers who click on this link. Each reader should read what he wants to read. What I write would not be what others would write; my placing this email at my website is not something everyone would do, but then I am a writer and poet and have literally millions of words in cyberspace. I am comfortable with having this personal aspect of my life at an internet site and accessible via my website. As I have pointed out in my autobiography website-page, privacy and confidentiality issues are simply not involved. The significant others I have written about have not expressed any problems they have with my inclusion of information about them in this annual email.
This method of communicating preserves for readers total confidentiality. I do not know who reads this email. Given the concern some, if not millions, of people have with privacy issues, I have sent copies of this email, this post, to all the significant, and even those who are peripheral, people in my life---anyone who gets a direct or indirect mention. If any individual I mention in this somewhat long annual email is in any way concerned that I should mention him or her, I will happily delete that reference or alter it to suit their concerns and their tastes when I next update this post. Such people need only let me know.
I receive a great number of emails and internet posts which I never read. If anyone has incorrect information about me, I correct it in an email to them. In addition, deleting incoming emails only involves a simple click of one's mouse. Never has a mouse been more useful in life after decades of trying to get rid of the little pest!
Part F: Concluding Words
The nights are cool and so they will remain for virtually all of the summer. There are some hot nights, though, needing as they do a fan on to enjoy a good sleep. The temperatures go down to about 10-15 degrees most nights as January enters. The daytime temperatures go as high as 20-25 in this part of Tasmania and they rarely go any higher than 25. Summer has clearly made its entry down here at what many who get this email I'm sure see as "the ends of the Earth."
At 50 kms away, Launceston has been the big smoke for us in George Town for the last dozen years at a half hour drive. Launceston now has a population of 100,000, so I am told at a local internet site. I arrived in Launceston the first time back in 1973 to be interviewed for a job as a senior tutor in human relations of trainee teachers. The last 40 years since 1973 seem to have gone by swifter than the twinkling of an eye.
If you are not inclined to write in any detail in the busy tournament that is life not to worry. Fewer and fewer are inclined to write annually in any detail any more, as I say. Such is life, as the Australian outlaw Ned Kelly is reported to have said on his way to the gallows in NSW in 1880! We all have our own likes and dislikes, tastes and tendencies when it comes to what we do with our time.
So whatever you do with your time, may your activities give you pleasure and meaning. Nearly everyone to whom I write now with any regularity and to any significant extent, except for a small handful of people, is at sites on the internet as I mentioned above. I dont use Facebook much, except to post my writing. Some people write to me there and, although I dont respond to the extensive writing, the posts, of others at Facebook, I always respond to the few incoming messages which come my way at that most popular of social networking sites(SNS).
I write at a multitude of other sites, like this one, more extensively and with longer posts than the short messaging that exists at the SNS like Facebook and Twitter. I now have millions of words, as I say above, in cyberspace but I am neither famous nor rich and it is highly unlikely that I will be either of these oft' desired life-goals.
I trust your world is a harmonious one. Chris and I battle along with lifes slings and arrows, and enjoy its joys and pleasures which are all as much a part of life as is the weather, I often say. I wish you well in the weeks and months remaining in the year 2012.
An Add On:
I want to add two items to complete my annual email, items which I did not enter into the first edition of this email back on 4 December 2011. The first item concerns The George Town Baha'i Group(GTBG) which has six members. Chris is the chairperson and treasurer; Daniel my son is the corresponding secretary, and I take care of other secretarial duties as well as publicity.
In addition to the celebration of Baha'i Feasts and Holy Days by the GTBG, as well as the periodic attendance by some of the members of our group at Baha'i activities in other parts of Tasmania and very occasionally on mainland Australia, the GTBG has an advertised program entitled Soul Food for the public once a month. Soul Food consists of readings and discussion of literature from secular and sacred sources. We advertise our program in several places in the print and electronic media.
The second item here is intended to underline my MO, my modus operandi to borrow a who-dun-it term, for communicating to others. As I said above, I do not possess a mobile or a cell phone; my wife has answered virtually all incoming calls since 2009. I have no intention, at the moment, of utilizing iPhones, iPods or iPads, texting or responding to the myriad messages that people write at Facebook. We all can't send and receive messages using all the new and old forms of communicating.
Nor can we all visit everyone we know on a regular basis, especially if we know a great many people. Selectivity has always been important in life, perhaps even more now in our planetizing, integrating, inter-dependent world. To each their own in our 21st century. Selectivity and limiting the extent of my social interaction, in the Baha'i community, among my extended family and in the wider community---have become especially important to me on my new medications in the last two years.
The purpose of this second item in the follow-up to my main annual email, is also intended to underline how others can respond to this annual email and internet post, should they wish. Confidentiality is maintained, as I indicated in my opening post, since I have no idea who reads this annual email. Of course, I do know who replies but not, as I also say, who reads how much of this somewhat long annual message. In the first three weeks this thread has been at this site it has received more than 600 clicks. Readers here at The Forum Site and others who come across this thread can or do any 1 of the following 10 things:
(a) post a message on my website at: https://www.ronpriceepoch.com/ by going to the comments section, that is, by clicking in the Leave A Comment box at the bottom of most of the many sections and sub-sections of my website;
(b) post a message right here in this reply section, if they wish, and to do this they must first register at this site;
(c) post a message at any one of the 100s of internet sites at which I post and receive messages from others. Just google the words 'RonPrice forums' to find/obtain a wide selection of these other internet sites;
(d) send me an email at this @gmail. com;">address--ronprice9 @gmail. com;
(e) send me a snailmail to: 6 Reece Street, Pipe Clay Bay, George Town, Tasmania, 7253, Australia;
(f) send me a snailmail card or an electronic card;
(g) reply at any time during the year other than now in any of the ways suggested here;
(h) send a message of good wishes or greetings to me via my wife or son, as many now do;
(i) not reply at all as is their option, preference, wish or desire; or
(j) simply ignore this thread, go back to another part of my website or another part of the internet.
married for 47 years, a teacher for 32, a student for 18, a writer and editor for 15, and a Baha'i for 55 years(in 2014)