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Cycling allows Lakeview Village residents to stay in shape, enjoy the great outdoors

Al Pope can frequently be spotted riding his bike around the Lakeview Village community for exercise.

While physical fitness is just one part of total wellbeing, it is likely the first component people consider when thinking about wellness. There are many opportunities to improve physical fitness at Lakeview Village, including group exercise classes, aquatic fitness and a well-equipped gym. Some days, however, nothing beats the sun on your face and the wind in your hair. In those situations, cycling is a great way to burn calories, build strength and enjoy the great outdoors.

Al Pope started riding as a youth, and really never stopped.

“My friends were, and I was and that was the thing,” Al said. “In the third grade, we could ride our bikes to school, so that was a big deal.”

Al continued to ride in adulthood because it was one of two exercises Dwight D. Eisenhower’s doctor said you can do all your life with little negative impact on your body (swimming is the other).  He started tracking his miles in 1980, and has kept a running tally ever since. He recently reached a milestone, which he protests is, “no big deal.”

Larry Lust is a more recent convert to cycling, picking up the sport around 2010. He used to be a runner, but due to back issues, needed to find a substitute. He now rides around five days a week and gets in 30 to 35 miles.

“I enjoy the solitude and the end of the ride, “ Larry said.

Dick Weaver took up bicycling as an additional way to reenergize after a long day of meetings.

“Before we moved to Lakeview Village, we were in a more rural community, and I had an 11 mile route I would ride for speed,” Dick said.

Since moving to Lakeview, Dick has ridden with fellow cyclist and Lakeview resident Emerson Hartzler on the Johnson County Trail accessed via Prairie Star Parkway.

“The trails are fun, but the problem is there are several busy thoroughfares between here and there,” Dick said.

Emerson Hartzler has been cycling seriously since 1996, when his friend challenged him to complete the “Biking Across Kansas” ride. Emerson took up the challenge, along with his son Jeff. The two experienced the 8-day, 500-mile trek together.

“I learned one never makes up a 21-year difference in age, and I think Jeff enjoyed waiting for me at the top of some hills,” Emerson said.

Weather permitting, Emerson rides a couple of times a week, and usually gets in 25-30 miles a ride.

“A ride in the park, especially in the spring and fall, is very pretty and peaceful,” Emerson said.

Larry cautions that all cyclists should wear a helmet.

“I have been hit three times by automobiles and each time my helmet saved me from serious head injuries. When I was hit by a pickup doing 65 MPH, the helmet saved my life,” he said.

Emerson enjoys riding with other cyclists.

“It is always more fun to ride with other people, especially those you can leave in the dust if the spirit moves,” Emerson said. “John Young just bought an e-bike, and now I can’t keep up with him. Larry Lust is an avid cyclist, but you don’t want to try keeping up with him!”

Unlike Emerson, Larry and Al prefer to ride alone, albeit for different reasons. For Larry, the solitude of cycling alone is a major draw, while Al has slightly different reasons for going solo.

“I am literally the slowest rider on the planet. I cannot ride in groups, because I can’t keep up!” Al said.

Slow and steady may be is modis operandi, but Al has participated in the Bike Across Kansas and MS 150s, long rides benefitting Multiple Sclerosis research.

Dick and his best friend and fellow Lakeview resident John Young have ridden in some road races as well.

“John and I rode in the Oklahoma Freewheel. We rode for three days and averaged 70 miles a day,” Dick said. “Then we decided we’d had a great time and we’d had enough!”

Al sets a mileage goal every year and starts riding on April 1 – April Fool’s Day. Then he keeps riding until he meets, or betters, his target.

“I never ride more than a mile and a half from campus, but I average about 40 miles per week, “ he said.

Dick enjoys cycling because it allows him to stay in shape for tennis and snow skiing, two sports he is very passionate about.

“This was my 32nd straight year of skiing in Colorado with John Young,” Dick said. “But you don’t get to do that if you don’t stay fit. Your body couldn’t handle it.”

Physical fitness affords Dick to opportunity to continue to be active in sports, but it’s not just the physical that keeps him jogging, cycling and staying fit.

“To me wellness and physical fitness is directly connected to my emotional well-being. I don’t feel depressed and so on when I’m able to run and work out,” he said.



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Lakeview Village Resident Honored for Contributions to her Church

Lakeview Village resident Margaret Dalke will be honored as an Honorary Life Member of the Village Presbyterian Church Presbyterian Women’s organization at a celebration on Saturday, March 24. Honorees are nominated and selected based on their significant contributions to Village Church and Presbyterian Women.

Margaret has a heart for volunteering.

“’Do unto others’ is one of God’s commandments, and I would like to think it [volunteering] will help me get into Heaven when I leave this Earth,” Margaret said.

Lakeview Village Resident Margaret Dalke Recognized for Volunteerism

Margaret Dalke

Margaret and her husband Dutch moved to Lakeview Village in 2006. Today, Margaret remains an active member of the Lakeview Village community. She participates in Presbyterian Women at Lakeview and provides transportation on campus as needed. After taking the Lakeview lay chaplain class, she visits people in the Care Center and Rehab regularly. She also organizes the wheelchair pushers to take residents to church every Sunday.

“This days I am mostly organizing the wheelchair pushing and telling other people what to do instead of doing the pushing myself, because my legs and back are deteriorating as my age goes up. But I still have a connection and talk to all those people,” Margaret said. “I’m also hoping there will be somebody around to push ME when I get to the Care Center.”

For more than 10 years, she has been editor of the Lakeview Journal, which includes stories written by Lakeview residents. “Editing the Lakeview Journal has given me the opportunity to meet so many people that I would probably never get to know otherwise,” Margaret said. “Printing and publishing has been my field for 58 years so I know how to do it!”


An army of volunteers answers the call to provide services at Lakeview Village

April is National Volunteer Month. We are so blessed to have many, many volunteers at Lakeview Village that help make our community great. Two community hotspots that require huge volunteer efforts are the resident-run library and the What-Not-Shop.


The What-Not-Shop began, at a resident’s request, in 1970. The idea came from a retirement community in California who had a similar operation selling donated items residents no longer wanted or needed. In 1990, the shop moved to its current location in the lower level of Heritage Place complete with shelving, clothing racks and storage space to store items for future sale.

The WNS volunteer force is nearly 100 strong today, and includes a group that packs donations from apartments, a group that is responsible for furniture, a group that primarily focuses on the biannual boutique sale and a group that runs the store in Heritage Place. Within these ranks there is also a treasurer, a volunteer coordinator and many other captains that take the helm on various projects related to the operation of the What-Not-Shop.

“I worked at the Jones store with two other ladies, and we always joked that we were going to move to Lakeview Village and run the What-Not-Shop,” said Phyllis Keithley, a long-time What-Not-Shop volunteer who has served in numerous capacities through the years.

Doris Kalmbach is also a long-time volunteer at the What-Not-Shop. She is currently a coordinator, whose duties include opening the shop, getting money for the cashiers, emptying the after-hours box in the corridor, and assisting the cashier and sacker as needed.

“It keeps me busy,” Doris said. “I meet a lot of nice people.”

“The What-Not-Shop is a huge value to Lakeview Village,” Phyllis said. “People come down to shop and talk to each other, it has a real community feel.”

Ann Westfall agreed, adding, “all the money we earn goes to make purchases for Lakeview Village.”

The entire volunteer force votes on how to spend the money the What-Not-Shop earns.

Carolyn Englund helps sell furniture for the What-Not-Shop in the lower level of Eastside Terrace.

“My husband dies and Phyllis Keithley asked if I was interested in volunteering,” Carolyn said.

“You meet interesting people down here,” she said. “Most of the people who come found out about the What-Not-Shop because they had friends or family members in [short-stay] rehab or know residents.”

Carolyn thinks the What-Not-Shop is a worthwhile volunteer job for many of the volunteers because they play a part in raising money for improvements to the community.

Jery Nunn has been volunteering as a cashier in the What-Not-Shop for several months.

“It’s very organized,” Jery said. “I always get a good feeling about volunteering for a worthy cause.”

Jery also recommends the What-Not-Shop for new residents, because it is a good opportunity to meet people.

The resident-run library began at Lakeview Village in 1993. In addition to purchasing books for residents to borrow, the library board selects and subscribes to several newspapers and magazines for residents to enjoy in the library.

JoAnn Brown, a retired reading teacher, has volunteered with the library for four years.

“I like to read, and I like books, so I’d like to see the library prosper,” she said.

Funds for the library come from a semiannual book sale and donations to the library fund managed by the Lakeview Village Foundation. The library purchases large-print books, while regular print books are mostly donated.

The library technology is very up-to-date. The group pays for software to keep track of books that are checked out and returned and to manage the catalog. Volunteers work two-hour shifts and may re-shelve books, check books in and out and making sure books are in the proper place on the shelves.

Nan Buhr also volunteers in the library.

“I just like books, reading and I thought this would be fun,” Nan said.

Residents come in and read the paper, browse and check out books, Nan said of the value the library adds to Lakeview Village as a place for residents to gather.

Doris Thrane, a library volunteer for a year and a half, agrees.

“I think it [the library] is great for people who can’t get out much. Not everyone has access to a car or family to take them places,” Doris said. “A resident came in a checked out three books. She said they would keep her busy for the weekend.”

Doris said she volunteers because she always has, and enjoys volunteering in the library, because it is something she can do well, despite having bad knees.


Lakeview Village Residents Weigh In on Current Markets

With the DOW closing above 26,000 points for the first time in history and cryptocurrency Bitcoin’s meteoric rise, and subsequent fall, the financial markets are on an upswing. I sat down with several residents who follow the financial markets to ask them questions about how the current market compares to historical performances, and what big changes have changed the financial markets over the last decades.

John Quick

Doug Himebaugh

Doris Olson

Emerson Hartzler

John Quick (JQ): A career engineer, John started studying the financial markets while he was traveling abroad for work. John had a lot of time on his hands in the evenings, and thought educating himself about the market was a worthwhile way to spend those hours.

Doug Himebaugh (DH): After returning from Vietnam in the early 70s, Doug took an aptitude test that indicated he should pursue a career with numbers. Doug chose a career in finance, where he became an expert at mortgage-backed securities. Eventually, he managed the endowment fund for UCLA’s Foundation for five years before moving back to Kansas City and returning to banking.

Doris Olson (DO): Doris was working at Southwestern Bell when her supervisor told her about an option to purchase stock in the company through a payroll deduction. She had purchased one share before she took some time off work to say home with her children. It became a bit of a joke with her friends that she owned one share of stock. Then, the stock split and she suddenly had two shares.

Emerson Hartzler (EH): After a career in executive management, Emerson started the Pro-Bono Services division at Triune Financial Partners, LLC. He provided pro bono budgeting and financial advisory services to clients who could not otherwise afford access to a financial planner.

How long have you been following the markets?
JQ: Almost 60 years.
DH: 45 years.
DO: Several years.
EH: About 55 years. For the first 45 years I did it in an attempt to make financial decisions. I abandoned that foolish practice 10 years ago.

What are your go-to sources for financial news?
JQ: I read financial analysis by John Mauldin and his many international sources. I am also a life member of the American Association of Individual Investors (AAII).
DH: Bloomberg, Fidelity website, SEC websites, Fitch, S&P credit portal
DO: The Wall Street Journal and BottomLine Personal
EH: I regularly watch Fox business news, because they often provide news about what companies are doing to innovate, advances in technology, etc.; in short the “business news” as opposed to the news of “the markets.” When Fox News starts talking about the markets, I turn off the TV.

What change has had the single biggest impact on the financial markets in your lifetime?
JQ: (+) 1. Freer-markets around the world; less government intervention. Proven over and over again. Free people are the greatest resource we have to create wealth. (-) 2. Excessive public and private debt levels world-wide. (+/-) 3. Increasing life spans/decreasing birth rates.
DH: Quantitative analysis. “The quants” really changed the market as far as value trading. They were able to find value in various tranches where there hand not been value before. They caused a market disruption in the mid-2000s that led to increased technology, which paved the way for robo trades.
DO: The media has more to do with it now than anything. It’s (the financial markets) in the newspaper constantly, it’s on the internet, it’s on the TV. People can keep up better and faster than they have ever been able to before.
EH: Immediate access to information. Publicly traded companies are required to produce extensive qualitative information, and that information is available to everyone at virtually the same instant. Qualitative information is less regulated, but available nonetheless in the same timely manner.

How would you categorize today’s market?
JQ: Fascinating – unprecedented. Human psychology at work.
DH: Compared to what? Compared to 9 years ago: stable. Compared to 20 years ago: similar. Compared to 90 years ago: very similar.
DO: I can’t believe the market. It’s going up and down every day, but it’s very high.
EH: Typical.

Which investors do better – those with a better understanding of the market/intelligence, or those with access to better information?
JQ: Neither. The market is too complex for that. Smart investors: 1. Invest in themselves (education), 2. Build a career. 3. Get/stay out of debt (live within their means) 4. Save/invest in a broad market mutual fund(s)
DO: It’s a combination. You have to understand as much as you possibly can on it, but you also have to keep very, very informed, because things change all the time.
EH: Knowledge is power. You don’t have to be a Certified Investment Analyst to be a successful investor, but it is good to have enough knowledge so you have realistic expectations for your investment results over both the short term and long term.

Who is the GOAT (greatest of all time) when it comes to analyzing/participating in the financial markets?
JQ: T. Rowe Price, Warren Buffett, Sam Walton, and many others nobody has ever heard of.
DH: A lot would say Warren Buffett. I don’t know that he’s any better than others. There is no one, great investment guru.
DO: Everybody knows Buffett.
EH: Warren Buffett. He has an incredibly long-term planning horizon, which is a lesson for every investor.

In your opinion is there something quintessentially American about participating in financial markets, or is it global?
DH: It’s more global now than it used to be. Twenty five years ago, a handful of people could have told you what the Brazilian or European markets were; now it’s extremely global. There are not a lot of hoops to go through to invest in Chinese currency or Russian currency. You can do it from your living room.
EH: We live in a time of a global economy, so there is probably nothing particularly unique about Americans when it comes to investing. There has never been a better time for the “average person” to be an investor!

What song title accurately sums up the financial markets?
JQ: Up, Up and Away
DH: Catch Us If You Can
EH: The lyric, “Fools rush in where wise men fear to tread,” might be applicable to investors.

What is the best movie/book about finance in popular culture?
JQ: Dave Ramsey, Total Money Makeover and others; everything by Michael Lewis; Warren Buffett biographies; Thomas J. Stanley, The Millionaire Next Door
DH: Red Notice: A True Story of High Finance, Murder and One Man’s Fight for Justice by Bill Browder

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Finding Their Tribe: Lakeview Village Artists Come Together to Create

Lakeview Village has long been a community rich with talented residents. One of the greatest benefits of living in this community is the ability to find, sometimes through formal events, but often by accident, friends who share your interests, passions and points of view.

In 1965, Grace Love organized a formal coterie of artists dubbed “The Painter’s Union,” which met regularly to paint in a community room. This group of six was the first formal organization of artists at Lakeview Village, and art has been a mainstay of our community ever since, whether through the oil painting classes commonplace from 1970 to 2005, or the art shows that began in late 2001.

As the new millennium dawned, residents driven to create art started a committee to showcase resident art in the administrative hallway at Heritage Place. The original committee included Jo Neff, Shirley Pirnie, Rosanna Thompson, Ginny Levy and Sue Hamilton.

Where once was a mashup of disparate artworks by previous Lakeview residents, these five women saw only potential. Their vision: to curate resident art shows, showcasing pieces centered on a common theme or idea. Out came the nails and hangers, the frames and the labels. Every two months there was a “hanging party” as new pieces were arranged and fussed over. Each placement of a painting was carefully considered.

The first show, Free Choice, opened in October 2001. Subsequent themes were Landscapes, Fabric Art and Birds, Beasts and Bugs.

“We viewed each theme as a challenge to create something new and grow as artists,” Hamilton said of the early shows. “The five of us used to go to local art shows and meet together once a month, and we would take turns planning something to paint.”

She said the original five met serendipitously after arriving at Lakeview, and discovered they all shared a desire not only to create art, but also to grow in their art and push themselves outside of their comfort zones.

When Eastside Terrace opened in 2010, it included a lower level art gallery so the resident art shows could expand. The original committee continued to stage shows until December 2013. In total, the nascent art committee presented 47 shows between October 2001 and December 2013, displaying art from approximately 125 resident artists.

When Colleen Thebo arrived at Lakeview Village in 2014, as an accomplished watercolorist and member of the Johnson County Senior Arts Council, she often heard people describe the location of the computer lab as, “across from the art gallery.” But at that time, she said, there was no art gallery.

After a bit of investigating, Colleen reached out to Shirley Pirnie, one of the original five, to begin the process of curating new resident art shows, with the help of Shellie Sullivan from Community Life. By this time, Lakeview Village was home to quite a few artists working in various mediums, and an art studio had been set up in the lower level of Northpointe overlooking Fountain Lake.

“The art space is probably the best in Kansas City,” according to resident Maura Conry. “There are north-facing windows; artists love north-facing windows because you get diffused light. The floor is concrete, so it can be splattered, and there is plenty of space.”

Penny Dillon moved to Lakeview Village in 2016 so she could take advantage of the space. She said there is plenty of room for artists, and she likes creating with other artists nearby.

“There’s nothing more exciting for an artist, than to talk to another artist,” Dillon said. “It’s validating.”

Stan Meyer, who builds doll houses in the shared studio space at Northpointe, agrees.

“Everyone was very welcoming,” he said. “There are so many talented people here of all kinds; teachers, artists, musicians. As you get older you have more time to express yourself.”

The collaborative, artistic environment is not limited to the studio space. Anna Mae Greiner and Laura Peterson were neighbors in a garden cottage on Cottonwood for several years, and they are both painters. They would carry their latest works down the hall to receive feedback and advice for improvements.

“We had our paintings hanging down the hallway,” Greiner said. “Art is a way for me to release my energy and get better acquainted with people. I’m a stay-at-home person, so art is my social outlet.”

Ellen Rangel was riding the bus one day when she met Peterson, who has since taken her under her wing.

“I always, in the back of my mind, wanted to learn to paint,” Rangel said. “I was on the bus when I met Laura, and I asked if she was willing to take on a novice.”

As a new painter, Rangel is appreciative of the warm and welcoming community of artists at Lakeview.

“If I were living somewhere else, I think I would be too scared to show my work [in the gallery] alongside accomplished artists,” she said. “But people here have been so nice; they’ve made me feel comfortable showing my work.”

The circle of artists continues to grow. Jack Miller moved to Lakeview Village in 2016.

“I was aware of some of the art stuff going on – the studio, the art gallery. But I was not aware that it was as significant as it is,” Miller said of the strong art community. “It’s surprising to me that there are so many good artists all living here.”

Not only do our artists feel supported by fellow artists; they are encouraged by the rest of the community.

“Many people really appreciate what we do – that we have an art show,” said Christa Finger. “People get together and get to know each other, then see one of your pieces in the art show, and it opens up a whole new topic of conversation.”

Thebo is looking forward to future art shows in the gallery at Eastside Terrace, and she encourages any artist at Lakeview Village to submit art.

“I hope as [the art shows] continue, we will get more people involved,” Thebo said. “There is plenty of room for more exhibitors.”

Chef Jason’s Butternut-Ginger Soup

If you are looking for a soup course to round out your holiday meal, look no further than this Butternut-Ginger Soup from Lakeview Village Corporate Chef Jason Bowers.

Butternut-ginger soup

Yields-10-12 servings (approx. 3 qt.)


¼ lb. unsalted butter

1 medium yellow onion, chopped (approximately 1/2 lb.)

2 stalks celery, chopped (approximately ¼ lb.)

1 clove garlic, minced

3 ½ lbs. butternut, peeled, diced

6 cups chicken stock

2 cups heavy whipping cream

3 tbsp honey

½ cup sherry wine

3 tbsp hoisin sauce

2 tbsp fresh peeled/grated ginger

½ tsp ground white pepper

Kosher salt to taste


  1. Roast Butternut at 350°F until softened and caramelized, approximately 25-35 minutes.
  2. Sauté onions, celery, and garlic in butter until softened.
  3. Add butternut and chicken stock and simmer 30 minutes or until vegetables are tender.
  4. Remove vegetable and broth mixture from stove and puree in a blender or with a hand-held blender stick.
  5. Return pureed soup to pot, add remaining ingredients/seasonings and bring to a simmer, stirring often.
  6. Taste and adjust seasonings as needed
Graces from Above

Lakeview Village residents took time during this holiday season to share stories of the miracles they have witnessed in their lives.

My Guardian Angel

Victoria Hopkins

I was 11 years old when I went to the Lake of the Ozarks with my dad and brother for a family reunion. We were at a lake and I ended up going swimming but went out too far, and I couldn’t swim very well. No one had noticed that I was out there alone. I began to struggle and started going under and felt like I was drowning. Then this beautiful woman put her arm around me and carried me to shore. Her eyes were so blue, her skin glowed, her smile radiated and her voice was so soft and sweet. She said to me as she laid me down, “You’re okay now” and then she backed away and was gone.

My family swarmed around me to check on me and I asked where the beautiful woman was that rescued me, because I wanted to thank her, but no one else had seen her face. My family checked in all the cabins around us, but there was no such person staying there.

I’m 66 now and it’s been over 55 years since that happened, and I still remember it like it was yesterday. I will never forget those beautiful blue eyes of my Guardian Angel. To this day, I still pray to God, that I will meet my Guardian Angel in Heaven someday.

My Miracle Every Day: God’s Grace

Elaine Lorenzen

Some things are too personal to put into writing, but this I can say: It took a miracle for God to get my attention so many years ago. It was October of 1971, just before my 40th birthday.
I had a pulmonary embolism (the kind that is usually fatal), with the blood clot passing through my heart and lodging in my left lung. The clot was so big that it was visible on an X-ray that evening in the emergency room. My diagnosis was either lung cancer or a blood clot. Neither of which were very good.

We were an hour from home visiting friends, so they gave me shots for the pain so that I could manage the trip to a local hospital in a suburb of Chicago. Upon arrival, I was met by my doctor and was immediately sent to I.C.U., where a code blue was necessary on me and the scurrying of nurses!! HORRORS!!! I think I am dying!! The pain was excruciating, worse than birthing labor! My prayer was “Please Lord, HELP! I surrender all of me to YOU. Thank you for being my Lord and Savior! My family is in Your hands, so please take good care of them”. Then I received a Peace beyond all understanding. I said my goodbyes and “I love yous” to my husband and three teenagers, and still that peace was there.

A tumultuous evening followed. I coded five times, with the repeated experience of my body floating down while my spirit ascended toward a HUGE bright light with a long tunnel behind it,that was up in the corner of my room. I had the experience of my life passing before me (like a video!) and it was so wonderful and so comforting. The most memorable experience on that journey toward Heaven was the most beautiful music EVER!! I never did reach the end of that tunnel, and was saddened to return to all the pain and nurses scurrying around.

My husband returned, took my hand and said, “I couldn’t sleep, so I came back”. I could not talk, but could hear him and remember thinking, “I know I am dying but I just want to hear you say I love you”. My parents also arrived making excuses of why they had driven four hours just to “visit” me, and I remember wondering why everyone was so afraid to show concern or even tell me they loved me. I wanted to be able to tell them about the JOY I felt going to Heaven and that I would see them again and to say “please know I love you” as we squeezed hands.

Obviously, I didn’t die then but it was a long road to recovery, with setbacks of a bleeding kidney. Eventually I got off of the blood thinners and even survived a move with our teenagers plus a dog and a cat to St. Louis, MO. I will spare you all of those details but there were more miracles!! The outpouring of love and helping hands was humbling and overwhelming! I can never pay it forward enough and I am thankful every day for His Amazing Grace!!

P.S. Soon I will experience another of His many miracles……great grandchild number 3!

Miracle on a Cottonwood Cul-de-Sac

Robert H. Mabes

It is a tradition on Christmas to stuff the turkey with a giblets dressing,a recipe passed down from my mother to my wife Mary. The aroma and taste cannot be forgotten and is requested from year to year. An extra packet of hearts, gizzards and any other edible internal parts was purchased with the fresh bird.

When Mary needed to grind them, she asked me to bring the grinder up from the basement. Not being able to find it, I become exasperated and disgusted and started slamming the cabinet doors, because I know I had brought it down last year and now I couldn’t remember where I put it. I thought for sure I had put it into our tall metal cabinets, but it was not there. Having stored several decorative metal tins on top of the cabinets, my vigorous reaction caused a small tin to fall, hitting me on my head, then it crashed to the floor. When I picked it up and put it back on top of the cabinet, there right next to it was the grinder. Thank goodness the grinder didn’t fall on my head, because the cast iron grinder was very heavy!

When I took a second look at the tin, it seemed to say “You dummy, why you didn’t look up here in the first place is beyond me. Do you always need a miracle to get things done?”


Ed Mathews

Many people don’t believe in miracles, but they occur whether you believe in them or not. I know, because they happened to me.

The first major miracle was when I was 10 years old. I was in a sledding accident, where I was impaled on a dirty stick, which ran through my body, puncturing all my intestines and lodging next my spine. Through a mistake, I was taken to a doctor’s office, rather than to a hospital. As I lay on an examining table in the corner of the office, I appeared to be unconscious, but I could hear the doctor tell my father, “There is nothing we can do to save his life. Infection will have already spread throughout his organs from his punctured intestines, his condition is hopeless, but we should take him to the hospital and try anyhow”.

Hearing that, I could feel my life flowing out of me. When they operated on me later that night, they found they were faced with a hopeless situation. In those days, miracle drugs such as Penicillin had not yet been developed, but there were miracles. God’s miracles! They were made available to me through my mother’s prayers and through the prayers of the Elders of my church, who came to me that evening, poured oil on my head, laid their hands on my head and asked God to heal me. This is as the Bible tells us to do in James 5:14. Instead of dying that night, God touched me and healed me. The next day I was very weak, but ready to sit up and be on with my life. But at 10 years of age, I didn’t yet understand what God had done, or that with God all things are possible. If you were betting against my survival, you would have bet on 100% against my recovery. However, God can operate against the odds and He did in my case. He obviously had other plans for my life. Included in his plan are four remarkable sons, ten grandchildren and five great-grandchildren.

Where medicine could not succeed, God could. And he chose to save me for his own purposes – the most obvious purposes would unfold through my sons and grandchildren in future years. The world will be a better place, because God let me live so those sons and their children could be born to help make it a better world.

For the second major miracle, in1958, I was miraculously healed again. I had been stricken with crippling rheumatoid arthritis in my back, hip and foot. I was in great pain, could not walk without a cane and always wore a heavy back brace to keep my back from bending, because of the pain. While I did not yet understand that God was ready and eager to help me, God had blessed me with a wonderful wife who did understand and who prayed for me unceasingly. After three years of agony, when the arthritis would not respond to medical treatment, it left me suddenly, permanently, and inexplicably over the Christmas week in 1958.

After that, I finally realized where the solutions and the power lay.

A third major miracle occurred in 1993. I was with a group of short-term missionaries in Russia shortly after the Soviet Union fell apart.
On a morning in April, at eight in the morning, in a high school auditorium overflowing with smiling teenagers dressed in bright colored jackets, we were to address about our faith.
I had accompanied two others of our group who were accustomed to speaking about and publicly sharing their faith. They had prepared speeches. I was only prepared to participate in the question and answer session after their presentations. At this point in my life, I had never shared my faith publicly, except to small groups. Contrary to our experience on previous days, after our two speakers were finished, there were no questions; only silence – total eerie silence. We weren’t prepared for that awkward situation. We hadn’t talked about such a possibility and I didn’t know what we should do. However, as I sat studying the faces of the hundreds of Belarusian high school students in front of me, I bowed my head and asked God to give me words to reach the minds behind those bright, eager faces waiting for us to say something more meaningful to them. Tears came to my eyes as I asked God if he wanted to speak through me. I said, “If You have a message for them, I will be glad to try to deliver it for you. If you wish, use my voice to make a difference in at least one mind and heart in this huge assemblage of students. I have no idea what you would want to say to them, but you do.”

This was our first chance to share our faith with such a large group of people and at that point we were failing. Suddenly, I felt myself actually lifted and walking toward the podium, I had no idea what I was going to say, but I was surprisingly calm and at peace about it. After all, it was God’s problem – not mine. I was the last chance to achieve a response for Him that morning, and I was totally unprepared. I didn’t have a speech to give, I didn’t know what to say, but God wrote a message and instantly installed it in my mind. I know now that God choose to use the Holy Spirit to speak through me, by simply using my mouth, but His words. He placed me mentally in the seats of those high school students, so I could understand what they needed to hear. He gave me the words to use, and they touched their minds and their spirits. I don’t know what I said, but He does. Within moments after I finished His message, the mass of students were smiling, laughing, and jumping to their feet to ask questions about my Christian faith, about living in America, about my family, and playfully asking whether I would adopt some of them and take them back with me. At the end, I jumped down to the floor to give and receive hugs as they filed by me to leave the auditorium. The two principle speakers just sat and watched in amazement. It was a truly unbelievable, life changing experience for anyone’s lifetime. One I never expected to experience and one few people may ever have the pleasure of feeling, but one for me to grow from even further in the future. My two fellow speakers were astounded and wanted to know how I did it. I told them, “I didn’t do anything. God did. I am as surprised as you. He just spoke through my mouth. I don’t even know what I said.

Do I believe in miracles? I surely do! I am a slow learner, but not that slow.”

My Miracle

Margaret Dalke

My miracle is Dutch Dalke.

I was going through a long, drawn-out, devastating divorce, and I felt like my life was ended. I would be alone and looking for a job and a place to live. My ex-husband and I had established a successful printing business, and we lived in an apartment above the business.

A lady who worked in our print shop suggested I go to Tuesday night Singles meetings at Village Presbyterian Church. I went, reluctantly at first, because I considered Kansas to be like a foreign country. I had always lived and worked in Missouri. But there I met Dutch, and we gradually got to know each other on Tuesday evenings. Dutch came from the southwest in Olathe, while I came from the opposite direction in a bad section of Kansas City, Missouri. I truly believe this was a miracle that God provided for us, for we would never have had a reason to meet otherwise.

We were married about 10 months later and bought a house in Overland Park where we lived for 26 years, joined Village Presbyterian Church and traveled extensively.

Then we moved to Lakeview in 2006, and Dutch passed away in 2014 in the Care Center here at Lakeview. I really miss Dutch, but I have many wonderful memories and a nice place to live at Lakeview in the great state of Kansas. Thank you, God!

My Life’s Miracles

Norma Redick

It was the fall of 1962 and I was crossing over a ditch on the way to our car, while carrying our 10 month old son, when he suddenly lunged forward when he saw his daddy. So as not to drop my son, I fell backward so I wouldn’t fall on top of him and landed quite hard on my back. Right after that fall, I started having trouble walking. The doctor felt it was the fall that injured my back, but the pain increased and I had trouble walking forward usually going sideways and often even backwards.

I was admitted to a small hospital in Red Cloud, Nebraska where they put me in traction. I was beginning to have a feeling of pins and needles in my legs and by morning that same feeling was in my fingers and arms. The feeling was progressing and I was struggling to move. Friends came to call that morning and found me with no makeup and my hair wasn’t combed, which was unusual for me. The breakfast tray was untouched and I could not move my arms or legs and I could barely speak. The nurses told my friends that I was just being stubborn, but my friends knew better. They got ahold of Jim, my husband, who called the doctor. Jim convinced them that something was really wrong and so they did a spinal tap and found a virus in my spinal fluid called Guillain-Barré Syndrome. I was put in an ambulance and taken to Lincoln, Nebraska. Jim called his folks in Mulvane, Kansas and they came and got our son Mark. My mom got on a bus from Wichita right away to join me in the hospital.

The doctors were very concerned as the paralysis continued. They told my mom and Jim that I probably wouldn’t make it thru the week. (I didn’t know this until later.) During all of this my prayers to God were for help and to be in His will. I never felt afraid, which I knew were from my prayers. I knew God was giving me the peace, but I knew Mom and Jim were very concerned. The week passed and everything but my heart and lungs lost function. My speech was slurred as my tongue wouldn’t move. My parents had me transferred by ambulance to Wesley Hospital in Wichita to be closer to Mulvane so that Jim wouldn’t have to decide each weekend which direction to go. The doctors told us this was the most severe case Nebraska and Kansas had ever had that lived.
Wesley started physical therapy immediately and over time, by the Grace of God, in the next 24 hours I was weaned off of morphine. It was an intense challenge back to health, especially when I was supposed to die. But I am sure that my healing was one of our miracles granted by God.

Miracles Part 2 – Our son Ron is a series of miracles. Our first miracle was when he was 22 months old he had gotten the flu. He was sleeping but then woke up and went into the big room and laid his head on the bed and our son Dale thought he had fallen back to sleep, so he called to Jim who saw he was turning blue. At the time, I had two students who were in the music room taking piano lessons from me. Jim had started compressions and I immediately called 911. The father of my students was outside in the driveway and he came running in and asked if I would like his wife to come (she was a leading pediatrician in Johnson County). Ron took his first breath as she and the ambulance arrived. She offered to ride in the ambulance to Shawnee Mission Hospital. Who knew that we would have a pediatrician at our side in an emergency? Our Doctor joined her in the Emergency Room and they conferred that since it was his heart that was the issue, they sent him to KUMC where he was admitted into the new Pediatric ICU. We were told that one of us had to be in the waiting room at all times. Jim went to find us some food and while he was waiting at the elevator, the doors opened and a former student of Jim’s was coming out of the elevator. Lonnie was now a pediatric resident and was assigned to Peds ICU for the night. What a gift it was to have a friendly familiar face to help our son and give us updates all night long.

As his heart kept getting weaker, they placed a temporary pacemaker in his body. The pacemaker kept him alive for the next few days. He was tested each morning about 7:30 a.m. when they turned off the pacemaker to see if his body would take over. I wouldn’t. During this time, there were lots of prayers being said from all faiths from all over the world for Ron’s heart to beat again. Sunday came and the staff didn’t get to test Ron’s heart until 11:00 and Praise God, it started beating slowly on its’ own. Now they knew that a permanent pacemaker needed to be placed in his body. In 1970 pacemakers were the size of a hockey puck, so it was placed just above his waist. We almost lost Ron a couple of times from wires breaking, rejection infection, etc. We spent 90 days during the first year in and out of the hospital. He is now a very active 49 year old husband, father and a charge nurse at SMMC with several new updated pacemakers to his credit. (He was the third child to get a pacemaker at KU and the one before him was girl that lived six blocks from us.)

Ronnie’s second miracle happened when he was 16 and jumped on the back of a car like silly teenage boys do when celebrating the first place win of the band, and his friend pulled out quickly throwing Ron off the car and hitting his head. He was in a coma for three days with a concussion and lost his hearing in one ear. Again, God answered our prayers and kept Ron safe as he coded blue three times in the ambulance on the way to the hospital.

The latest miracle happened last February when Ron lost hearing in his good ear. There was no known cause and the doctor gave him a 0 to less than 25% chance of hearing again. They tried injecting medicine into the ear but it wasn’t working. It seemed to be destined that Ron was never to hear again, when one day he was watching a basketball game with his brother-in-law Wayne when his brother shouted out to the refs for a bad call and Ron could suddenly hear for the first time. When they went to see the doctor, he was so shocked that he declared “It’s a miracle!”.
Through all these trials and tragedies we continued to pray fervently along with our family and friends. I believe that God has answered our prayers by blessing us with these miracles.

Tragedy to Joy

Jo Ann Brown

In 1984 my husband, Jim, had surgery on his cervical spine to put a drain in a fluid filled cyst surrounding his spinal cord. We and all our family and friends were praying hard for a good outcome. Because the surgery was at the University of Chicago Medical Center and the head surgeon was a teaching professor of neurosurgery, we felt confident that the surgery would have a good outcome.

After the surgery I went into the ICU and saw that Jim had apparently made it through the risky surgery in good shape. He was waking up and could talk and respond to directions. The doctor asked him to move his hands and wiggle his toes. He responded well and I breathed a prayer of thanks. Then Jim said “Am I moving my toes and my legs? I can’t feel them.” The doctor and nurse just looked at each other and I had one of the worst moments of my life. I knew something was terribly wrong.

The staff rushed me out to the Doctor’s conference room and I think they gave Jim some medicine to keep him calm. I was alone in the room and the tears came. I prayed like I never had before. I knew both our lives had changed forever and I was fearful we wouldn’t be able to handle the challenges to come. I prayed that the problem was only temporary, as the doctor had said it might be, but somehow I knew it was going to be permanent. Suddenly I had the clearest impression of a voice in my head saying “It’s ok. You’re going to make it and you’re going to make it together.” I knew this was the answer to my prayer, but it wasn’t the one I wanted.

Jim learned to walk again with two footed canes, but he was never as good physically as before the surgery and it did not slow the progression of his disorder. I remembered God’s answer, but our faith was still deeply challenged that year as we both learned to deal with all the changes in our lives.

One Sunday our pastor preached on II Cor. 12:7b-9 in which Paul writes “There was given me a thorn in my flesh,. . . to torment me. Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But He said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.” Jim accepted this as the Spirits’ answer to him and he spent the rest of his life doing everything he could to glorify God through his physical weakness. We were told that the fact he hardly ever missed church was an inspiration to others. He challenged three of the churches we were members of to improve their finances and complete building programs. As a Deacon he counseled many people.

Don’t misunderstand; we still had our down times, too. Sometimes we were angry and sad, but there were also many happy, fulfilling times. We didn’t get the miracle of healing that we prayed for, but we did get the miracle we were promised. God helped us through all the rough spots and we did make it together for the next twenty-five years, with the Holy Spirit guiding and comforting us. That miracle turned a tragedy into many occasions of great joy.

Dr. Herman and Barbara Jones conquered color barriers with intellect, resolve, grace

Dr. Herman Jones, Jr. and his wife Barbara moved to Southridge from Lake Quivira in 2014. The following article was written by Lakeview Village residents Jim and Joan Davies for The Quiviran in 2013.

The Jones’ story begins in Nashville, Tennessee, in 1943, when Herman, having just graduated from high school at the age of 16, enlisted in the US Navy. Fortunately, the Navy had ceased automatically expecting all black recruits to be cooks and/or stewards and had begun a new policy of placing black recruits into any of the mainstream Naval programs. Herman chose to become a member of the Naval Air group. After his basic training, he trained as an Aviation Machinist Mate and served at the Navy Experimental Air Base in Pennsylvania, finishing his three years of service as an Airman 1st class. After his Naval service, he returned to his hometown of Nashville and enrolled at Fisk University. This is where he met his bride to be, Barbara Orange, an only child of a Chicago physician and former KC Monarch baseball player. Herman’s father was a Methodist minister.

One month after they both graduated from Fisk University in 1950, Herman and Barbara were married a month before Herman entered Medical school at Meharry Medical College in Nashville. After finishing medical school in 1954, the “new” Dr. Jones moved to Redding, PA, to complete an internship in surgery at Community General Hospital. He was grinning when he said, “There were only two other interns at the time; one was Italian and the other was Pennsylvanian Dutch. When we three finished our internships, the Pennsylvanian invited me and the Italian doctor to a graduation celebration in his hometown, all the while warning us that the people there had probably never seen a black man or met an Italian!” As it turned out, this was far from the first time or the last time that Herman Jones would be the only black man in a group.

In 1955, knowing that Kansas was a “free state” and that the Supreme Court had successfully ruled on the Brown v. the Board of Education separate but equal act, Dr. Jones believed Kansas City would be the ideal place to complete a residency in surgery at Kansas City General II, leading to his long term goal of becoming a surgeon. Quickly, he discovered this “Kansas City” hospital was in Missouri, which was very different from “free state” Kansas. To his amazement, he realized there were two separate Kansas City General Hospitals; #1 existed for whites and #2 existed for blacks, not only for the patients but for the doctors as well. Even though a tunnel connected the two buildings, the black doctors were not able to cross over to treat patients.

During his “off” hours, Herman and Barbara spent the next year crossing various bridges to get to Kansas City, Kansas, where they were welcomed in restaurants, movie theaters and able to drink out of a community drinking fountain. Having experienced these positive experiences in KCK, they decided to move to Topeka, Kansas, where Herman opened a General Medicine practice above a “white” drug store in downtown Topeka. He was amazed when his first patient was a white person! As his practice thrived during the next three years, Dr. Jones was the only black doctor on the staffs of both major Topeka hospitals, Stormont Vail Hospital and St. Francis Hospital. He was welcomed into the Medical Society of Topeka as the first black member, while Barbara was active in the Women’s Auxiliary group.

As the Joneses settled into Topeka, Herman became the Chairman of the local chapter of NAACP, then celebrating the success of the Brown v. Board of Education in the US Supreme Court. He said, “I thought that the case was very strange because at the time, there was only one high school in Topeka, and all students, regardless of color, attended Topeka High School.”

Continuing, Herman told of another event which altered the course of their lives somewhat. Every year the Medical society in Topeka held an annual Doctors’ Ball, which he and Barbara had never attended. After three years and having met another black doctor and his wife, the two couples decided to attend. When they contacted the group for tickets, they were denied tickets and were told the Topeka Country Club, which had a policy of not admitting or serving blacks, was the venue for that year’s annual Ball. Quite a controversy evolved, yet Herman and Barbara quietly and calmly decided rather than escalate the problem at the late date, the two couples would not attend. Rather, the Jones’ decided perhaps if they had regularly participated in the social events in the past, the Medical Society would have insisted the country club rules be changed or the event would be moved elsewhere. From that date forward, both Herman and Barbara participated both socially and professionally in the medical community. This is just one of many stories of the couple’s rational and calm approach to solving the racist problems they encountered.

Herman still dreamed of becoming a surgeon, so he entered into a Surgical Residency with the VA Hospital in Wadsworth, Kansas (now Leavenworth KS). Kansas University (KU) administered this 4-year program, which included doctors working at St. Luke’s Hospital in KCMO. Dr. Jones was accepted into St. Luke’s staff as the first black doctor to practice there. He said, “Since the hospital didn’t readily admit black patients at that time, my patients were all white people, as were my colleagues from KU. We residents ate and snacked together in the doctors’ cafeteria, but one day I went in alone, asking to be served like always. When the mostly black hospital service staff saw me sitting alone in the dining room, they believed maybe the rules had finally changed!”

Following the completion of this residency in 1963, Herman began a successful surgical practice in KCK, adding staff as his practice expanded, then erecting a Doctors’ building with nine other doctors in downtown KCK. He was now practicing in all of the major hospitals in the Kansas City metropolitan area. Ironically, he ended up teaching residents in the old Kansas City General Hospital #1 (Truman Hospital at this time) from which he was originally denied entrance.

His list of service positions in the ensuing years is remarkable. He served on the advisory council for several Chancellors of KU, starting with Archie Dykes. He is an honorary Colonel of the Kansas Calvary since 1978 (KU people will know this as a Public Relations group that recruits outstanding high school students into the KU program). He was the medical president of Providence Hospital in 1971 and Bethany Hospital in 1982. He served on the Medical School Admissions Committee for KU from 1978 to 1981. The list includes at least another dozen and a half medical and civic organizations for which he has given so generously of his time and talents.

Upon Dr. Jones’s retirement from the VA Hospital in Kansas City, MO, in 2005 at the age of 80, then KC Mayor Kay Barnes wrote the following proclamation about his service to our area: “ …Whereas, Dr. Jones was the first African-American physician to practice at St. Luke’s Hospital, and he was one of the first to practice at Queen of the World Hospital, Dr. Jones tolerated the problem of segregation in civic, educational and medical institutions and weathered the racism that has been a lasting, if troubling, theme in America. Dr. Jones is well known as a consummate professional and an outstanding teacher. He is deeply respected by colleagues and beloved by the many patients he has served over the years, and he will be missed when he retires from his position at the Veterans Hospital…Now, therefore, I, Kay Barnes, Mayor of Kansas City, MO, do hereby salute Dr. Herman H. Jones and congratulate him on this important milestone.”

Throughout these same years, Barbara and Herman have raised four accomplished children. Oldest son, Herman H. Jones, III, a Stanford University graduate, is an emergency room physician in New Orleans; son, Dwayne E. Jones, MDS from Harvard, Is a pain specialist, managing three pain clinics in the KC area. Dwayne lives with his wife and four children in neighboring Saddle Brook; Daughter Pamela was recruited to attend school at Professional Children’s School in New York before becoming a member of the Dance Theater of Harlem. Pamela was honored to be the first black teenager to ever appear on the cover of Seventeen Magazine, which occurred in January of 1972 when she was 18 years old.

Pamela now works as a nurse in NYC. Their other daughter, Donna, went to New York years ago to visit her sister. She loved New York and began working with Bill Blass and later started her own design company in Milan, Italy. There she met her husband, the love of her life, and is now Donna Jones Badocci. These accomplished children have also produced eight grandchildren for the Jones, four living in Saddle Brook, three in Milan and one in New Orleans. One of the grandchildren, Adriana, from Milan, is now living with Herman and Barbara, attending Shawnee Mission NW so she can attend an American university after graduation this May.

Herman and Barbara have a bit more time since Herman officially retired in 2005. True to his amazing gifts, talents, work ethic, and his desire to make a difference, Herman confided to us that after 2005, he continued to work as a consultant to the Coroner of The Unified Government of Wyandotte County.

What an honor it was to learn from the Jones about the history of their lives together.