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Wednesday in the Quakerhood
June 29th, 2022

Annual retreat


Worship and Ministry organizes an annual retreat for friends of truth who wander into Arch Street Meeting House for our weekly unprogrammed Meeting for Worship.


In years gone the retreat has include an overnight stay at Burlington Meeting House, near the Delaware River in New Jersey. In 2019 we met not long after I learned that a good man from the Philadelphia African communities had died, at the same time as the father of my younger two children. Both long, lingering deaths, after perfect lives, which to me means that 51% good. We all make mistakes and do stupid things, but if the good is greater than the bad, I call that a perfect life, and leaving the world behind a better place than when we took our first breaths, and became alive.


Video from in the burial ground at Burlington Friends Meeting House and Retreat Center: https://youtu.be/M_qjQvzOORM


This year we convened at 8:30am on a May Saturday in Arch Street Meeting House, and discussed what we believed, why we believed it, and how we arrived at the understanding that we are Quakers, and what that means to us.


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What are you?


I remember Bertrand Russell speaking on the tiny black and white television my mother rented for school holidays so our brains would not turn to mush. I remember watching Lord Russell speak, and I remember the great Japanese television series called The Samurai. Not much else. I loved The Samurai, because the good always won against Ninjas.


A little dive into Bertrand Russell: his paternal grandfather was prime minister of Britain twice. Wow. I saw he was born in 1872, had an older brother Frank, and they both were students at Winchester College, which was created in 1364 as a feeder school for New College, Oxford.


Wait a minute, my Dodgson great grandfather and most of his brothers were students at Winchester, could they have known each other? Yes indeed, my great great uncle Campbell Dodgson was at Winchester with Lionel Johnson, a poet who wrote poems to Campbell, and who also went on to New College with Campbell. Frank and Lionel became even greater friends, and both died young. Campbell spend a summer with Oscar Wilde and Bosie, whom Lionel is reported to have introduced.


I adore Campbell. I am not sure how he managed to avoid falling into any of the holes that consumed so many; three of his brothers killed themselves and a fourth died in a lunatic asylum. However, this is a tangent.


Listen to Lord Russell:

Bertrand Russell https://youtu.be/xL_sMXfzzyA
Bertrand Russell explains why he was not a Christian https://youtu.be/NdDYvvevLZk


What am I? During the May retreat Paul told us that he had taken an online quiz at belief.net that showed that he was an orthodox Quaker, and suggested a recent attender of our Sunday gathering for Meeting for Worship could take the test and see what happened. He told us after Meeting for Worship on June 20th, or maybe June 13th, that he had taken the test again and was still an orthodox Quaker.


Here is is https://www.beliefnet.com/entertainment/quizzes/beliefomatic.aspx

I took the test, and was classified as a liberal Quaker. I like some of the questions: like how important are social programs like feeding the poor? Hugely, as so it was for Paul.


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Feeding the homeless and hungry


Paul died on June 24th, 2022 after he was removed from life support.


During his daily row on the Schuylkill River on Midsummer, also known as the Summer Solstice, Paul had a cardiac event and lost consciousness, and never regained it. The fittest and most athletically active member of Arch Street Friends so alive one minute, and then the river claimed him.


Paul was an enthusiastic supporter of the shelter program at Old First. I showed up the first time in the winter of 2017, and was immediately hooked. Kindness with fellowship, and feeding men who were grateful – that was not required – and talking with them.


Wonderful management at Old First, which is two blocks from Arch Street Meeting House. This past winter the schedule had some empty spots in it; volunteers had not come back to full force after eighteen months of keeping the men quarantined during the pandemic. Arch Street had always volunteered a team once a month; this time we needed to do more because their dinner schedule had a lot of gaps. The men were always going to have food, so many kind Philadelphians dropped off casseroles which could be frozen, but as the men told me, they much preferred fresh food.


Paul came through with food every time; the first time he made the most enormous salad in the biggest metal salad bowl I had ever seen. He told me he used it for events at the rowing club, which I believe meant the Schuylkill Navy. The best was over Christmas. I could not bear the thought of the men not knowing that we loved them, and showed up on Christmas Eve to make a huge dinner, including cooking a massive butternut squash I grew in my back yard. Paul showed up the day after Christmas with a huge complete meal, and I was told the men were thrilled and enjoyed every bit of it. Paul was an enthusiastic baker, he often made bread for the shelter.


A smattering of emails: Paul was direct, no nonsense, empathetic. Which is how he achieved so much in his life.

December 3rd, 2021
Susanna:  I have to be at ASMHPT Christmas event at 4:30 so I need to drop off bread before. Confirming you will be there to receive. Thanks
Paul
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December 21st, 2022
Devan: Yes, I will drop off the dinner at 6:30PM ready to serve at the shelter. Who is the shelter supervisor? Can you share a mobile number?
Paul
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January 5th, 2022
Susanna:  Will you be at Old Reform at 5:30 PM tomorrow cooking veg so that I might drop off the beef chili and rice?
Nice stories as usual.  You have much to write about.
Paul
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January 7th, 2022
Steve: I made beef chili and rice (and sourdough bread) to serve 30 men tonight.  If Susanna makes veg as planned, I do not think you need to struggle into town today.  It may be all fine by 5:00 PM but I think you can avoid traveling today if you want.
Paul
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Paul was Clerk of Worship and Ministry at Arch Street Friends, had varying positions in the Schuylkill Navy, and a substantial career in law, a husband of Margaret, father of three and grandfather of five. I know he had five grandchildren because I asked in in what was my last conversation with him. I told him I was jealous.


Paul and Margaret in the media:
Need to dredge Schuylkill River: https://www.row2k.com/features/2604/Schuylkill-Dredging-Project-Moving-Forward/
Paul and Margaret at home: https://www.inquirer.com/philly/business/real_estate/residential/20160522_Queen_Village_home_honors_the_crosstown_Schuylkill.html
Paul talking about the Schuylkill River: https://www.inquirer.com/philly/health/environment/need-to-dredge-schuylkill-river-nears-crisis-for-rowers-and-maybe-future-regattas-20180413.html
Margaret talking about the Schuylkill Navy https://youtu.be/uVdxW4MUrhk

About the Schuylkill River:
The Schuylkill River: https://youtu.be/lMEMxe6B4CY
Schuylkill waterworks: https://youtu.be/InbKrx2pyHU
Yellow fever and the waterworks then: https://youtu.be/9ailejQWsq8

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Sudden, or slow


One thing I know about death is that death is binary; we can die slowly, or we can die instantly. From a disease that can last two weeks or two decades; or an accident that leaves those of us behind saying that someone so alive, actively making plans, with no mental or physical deterioration, how can they be dead the next day?


I was scrolling through obituaries to see if I could add anything to my tribute to Paul when I found that John Lloyd Sheffield died the same week as Paul.


I was a frequent attender of Haddonfield Friends when my children were growing up, and joined Newton Friends Meeting in 2000 when my then partner decided he would too. He stayed at Haddonfield and continued taking my two younger children to First Day School; a system that worked until I had enough of him, and he had enough of Haddonfield, and he moved to another meeting. Quaker musical chairs. Luckily we have enough Quaker meetings throughout New Jersey, and Philadelphia, to do that.


Why did I not stay at Haddonfield? I am a foreigner, I feel more comfortable with foreigners and Philadelphians of diverse ethnicities. Although my main reason for heading over the Delaware River to Philadelphia each Sunday is that I love walking through old Philadelphia, passing by Independence Hall, waving at the grave of Benjamin and Deborah Franklin and at the four white marble blocks erected in memory of Jonathan Netanyahu.


And Arch Street Meeting House, it is wonderful, especially in the summer when Carolyn, two Sandras and Tom volunteer to make the flower gardens gorgeous while Gary and Stephan do a terrific job keeping Arch Street grounds immaculate.


Why do I continue to be so lucky as to live in New Jersey and hang out in Philadelphia, 44 years after my PhD thesis was judged acceptable by Dr RE Forster II, and he invited me to work in his physiology department at the University of Pennsylvania?


Haddonfield is well run, extremely well run, I have never heard the whisper of a scandal in any handling of finances, and once in a while I walk down the street to attend a meeting there, which is usually a memorial service or funeral.


John Sheffield was a pillar of Haddonfield Friends Meeting. I remember his delight at my son Allister, before Allister was 16 and went to a Quaker summer camp and was shown a video made by PETA, causing him to become instantly, and permanently, vegan. Before then, Allister loved morning tea after Meeting for Worship and trying all the different snacks. John said that a highlight for him was watching Allister try them all, a small piece (Allister was never greedy), and rating them. John worked with troubled kids, so he knew happy kids when he saw them. John had been an avid skier and cyclist; when he could not longer manage cycling he gave Allister his mountain bicycle. A wonderful gift. John was a kind man.


We used to spend New Year’s Eve at Haddonfield Meeting House, that started on New Millennium Eve, my daughter was 5 and I did not want to risk her getting cold. So I made bread in the Meeting House and we were in Meeting for Worship as the clock threw us into the new unknown century. That tradition continued, and I remember John was an organizer. I do not know which committees he was on, but I imagine a few, he was a participant in life, not just an observer.


In the early days John came with his mother Ruth, who had been a nurse and was a Quaker. I expect that John will now be buried next to her, and that my walks through the Haddonfield Burial Ground will include chatting with him as well as her.


I do not have any videos of John, but here is one he would have enjoyed, on Sunday Paula Palmer spoke to Arch Street Friends about Quaker involvement in Indian (ie Indigenous) boarding schools:
https://youtu.be/QJKsAa41Szk


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The divinity of rape


Last week a court dominated by rightwing Roman Catholic religionists declared that the US Constitution has no place for women having any say over their own reproductive organs. They claim every joining of sperm cells and egg cells is a divine act, and thus every product of conception needs to be allowed to continue as nature permits, whether caused by incest rape, stranger rape, date rate, coercive rape, contraceptive failure, and irrespective of whether the female wrapped around the uterus has the mental, physical and financial ability to withstand a pregnancy and giving birth.


I know that every fertile woman over 40 has had a miscarriage, either spontaneous, caused by a violent partner, or helped surgically or medically. Every woman. I had three, and in each case I was glad that I did not give birth to a dead fetus or a child with a good chance of deformity. My four children are all adults and tall as trees, I do wish they would produce at least one grandchild.


I have read that dead bodies now have more rights than women, organs cannot be extracted without permission from the person who inhabited the body in life; and yet a woman with a fetus growing in her Fallopian tube, or a dead fetus in her uterus, cannot be surgically helped in states that claim that life begins at conception and that removing anything from a woman’s womb is equivalent to crucifying Jesus all over again.


How did we get here? I am just so glad that I live in New Jersey with the knowledge that any future pregnancies of my daughter (hey! I want a grandchild!) or daughters-in-law (hey! I want fertile or ready-to-adopt daughters-in-law and a grandchild) will be treated by health professionals who understand that caring for their patients properly should not be prevented by the absurd beliefs of rightwing religionists.


Life begins at birth. That is the day registered as my birthday. My life day.


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Amnesty International 112


Quite a week for human rights activists in the United States of America. Summed up by a women in Ukraine, wearing black and looking at a tank captured from the Russian genocidal invading army, and saying she was united in sisterhood with American women, who were not being bombed and genocided, but had also lost human rights of safety nets against gun deaths and deaths resulting from reproductive system failures. https://www.amnestyusa.org/


Philadelphia’s Amnesty International 112 has a dedicated email address: AmnestyInternationalPhiladelphia@peacescientists.org. Don’t forget the “s” in peacescientists. I am working on having this email deliver directly into the mailboxes of myself and Jessica Kohn, who are the two happy co-coordinator of 112; we both have cats and love goats. Well I have a cat, Jessica has cats, and we can usually see one or more strolling across her during our monthly AI112 meetings. Watch the videos, you will see!


Hawa gives an update about Sudan: https://youtu.be/FI1b0GKVNYc


Amnesty International USA has published a report on indigenous women which is interesting reading along with watching the video in which Paula Palmer tells us about Quaker involvement in indigenous boarding schools: https://www.amnestyusa.org/reports/u-s-continuing-to-fail-indigenous-women-as-rates-of-sexual-violence-in-tribal-communities-remain-at-epidemic-proportions/


There is a lot going on in AI, please tell me if you are not on Jessica’s AI112 mailing list, and would like to be. There is a call tonight all are invited to join, email me back quickly if you want to join it, and protests about loss of women’s rights, and demands to make guns less available.

Please sign up for urgent actions: a mass of emails from all over the world moves mountains, it really does. Sign up for it in the US at https://www.amnestyusa.org/take-action/urgent-action-network/

The same Zoom number every week for informal Thursday check-ins from 7pm:
https://us02web.zoom.us/j/81659253839?pwd=WSswcm80NVJRR1dXOHJRcGVxcGV3Zz09
Meeting ID: 816 5925 3839
Passcode: 392878

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Gather in Philadelphia where the American Revolution started, and where cool heads wrote the Constitution of the United States of America. In pre-pandemic, we met at the 4th and Arch Street meeting house, which was built over a Revolutionary War graveyard (very likely I have relatives who were buried there); currently we meet by Zoom, and you are invited.

You are invited to join us from 5.30 pm Eastern time (US & Canada) each Wednesday. We greet each other, talk about concerns and joys until 6:00 pm when we sit quietly in unprogrammed worship for 30 minutes or longer if someone gives a message, says a prayer, sings a song. The message must come from the heart and be be brief, and be understood to fit in with the prayerfulness of the meeting; we have a chance to turn it into a discussion after the meeting is broken by the host saying "Good evening". All are welcome to give messages that come from the light of God that lives inside us all. Only one, we listen in silence and do not respond verbally. If you have something to say that does not seem to you to be an inspired message, you will be invited to share it at the rise of meeting for worship.

Send message to SJ Dodgson (scroll down for contact information) if you would like to join us on a Wednesday. All are invited, and warmly welcomed.