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May 9, 2008

                                                           

The Only Constant is Change

Recently I was with my old friend Don. He had just returned from a trip to Africa. He was remarking about the same thing that I hear around here all the time…change. I am speaking specifically about Dublin and what is new and what is “old.” (and it seems that anything “old” in Dublin is from say, 4 ½ years ago and anything “ancient” is prior to Muirfield.)

But, Don and I sat and shared stories of Africa from 30 and 40 years ago. He recalled the political situation in Rhodesia in say, 1972 and that of South Africa about the same time. Things have changed. South Africa now has “majority rule” and is thriving. Zimbabwe (formerly Rhodesia) also has “majority rule” and is in near anarchy. Both were “minority-ruled/white-ruled” when we were there.

But, what we most commented on was the population of places that we remembered and how it has exploded…something that any Dublin, Powell, Hilliard or Olentangy school person can relate to. Don mentioned a tiny town up near Mt. Kilimanjaro and how it was filled with thousands of folks today. I clearly recall that little town; in fact, I don’t even recall it being a town. It was more like a crossroad. I remember buying a Makonde wooden carving there in 1975 and I remember that there was virtually no town. Don says there must be 15,000 people there now.

He journeyed to places in Kenya and Tanzania that used to have a few crude huts that were labeled as “tourist facilities.” Today there are luxury accommodations for the most discriminating tourist. He and I and Marty went to Victoria Falls in Zambia many years ago and you had two choices of lodging. You could rent a Rondavel for about $10 a night. It was a round hut and had a thatched grass roof and beds. That’s it. The other possibility was the Hotel Intercontinental with its luxury accommodations at maybe, $40 a night. Those was pretty nice then, but it was either a rondavel or Intercontinental or camping which was not advisable with wandering hippos and elephants and monkeys and a particularly nasty breed of housecats that had gone wild and overpopulated the area. Interesting to think that I would be more concerned with wild housecats rather than hippos in the midst of Africa, but I was…(and as my daughters can tell you…I am not exactly “at-one” with the world of housecats, let alone loony, outdoor, post-domesticated cats.)

 

If you get to Victoria Falls, Zambia today, you have any number of hotel rooms to meet any price and luxury that you could wish for. You can bungee-jump off the railroad bridge over the river-gorge and kayak the lower portion of the mighty Falls. Back when we were there, you could do neither because just across the river, the Freedom Fighters and/or Rhodesian Army had rifles focused on the tourists in Zambia. I suppose that is good progress…fewer Kalashnikov rifles and more kayaks on the border. That’s a step towards world peace. (But, I could never figure out how khaki-wearing, camera-toting tourists were a threat to the political dominance of the white Rhodesians.)

But, back in Dublin. It seems to me that THE most common themes around here are “fast paced change” and “fast-paced growth.” What was once an apple orchard is now a cul-de-sac filled with SUV’s. What was once a cornfield is now a freeway and what was once a Ma and Pa grocery is now a “Marketplace” super shopping center.

I have on my office wall three pictures of the three schools which I attended as a kid in Lima. They are all gone. Leveled. New schools take their place and that is good, but the halls I walked are now in a landfill and the gymnasiums where I shot basketballs and practiced baseball in the winter are long gone. (The gym where my Dad injured his knee in his school days! Gone.) The stage areas where I sang in the choruses are now only a memory.

It’s the same story for us all. That which nurtured us in our younger days gives way to that which will nurture the next generation in their youth. All that is left are the stories.

And, it’s rather fun to recall them, but I have to wonder if those stories grow in details and stature with the re-telling.

Peace, Rev. Bob Tussing

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Announcement…We need banner carriers for Sunday May 18. That is Confirmation Sunday and the banners will be carried into the sanctuary at the beginning of the service. If you (or your son or daughter) were a part of one of the classes between 1991 and 2008…let me know. Email me at rctuss@sbcglobal.net and tell me which year you were in and that you will carry a banner on the 18th at 10 am. Thanks,   RCT