Gracias! Merci Beaucoup! Denki! THANK YOU!


I don’t often have the space to thank all the volunteers who help get this newsletter to you.

First, I want to thank those who touch this copy right before it goes to print –the proof-readers. June Poucher reads first by e-mail. She sends me corrections. Once those are made, James proofs a paper copy which presents other little trouble-spots.

With the WORD format e-issue, Ninepatch goes to our website volunteer, Lynn D., who posts the issue to our site. ( www.Ninepatch9.org)

Special thanks to our treasurer, Georgene. Every month she reviews receipts I have sent and notifies me which one(s) I have forgotten to send or are otherwise questionable.

She also puts together an end-of-year report for the board members so we can plan for the following year. In addition, she also serves on our Board.

Speaking of the Ninepatch Board, thanks to Christa, who serves on it and brings a unique, more youthful point of view to our discussions.

Another thank you goes to our note-writers. Paper issue readers receive a sticky note on every issue from one of our three note-writers: James, Georgene and Leigh.

Last, thanks to Bill who helped set up our Facebook Ninepatch Group and still helps trouble shoot!

Without the assistance of these folks, many of whom have multiple arms of assistance, publishing this newsletter would be impossible.

Editor, Frances Fritzie


If you have not yet found us on Facebook, type “Ninepatch group” into your Facebook search line. (Not just “Ninepatch.” That single word will take you to our business page which offers no discussion/chat.)

Here’s the weekly topic line up for September 2018:

Week 1: “Tomorrow I need to…”

Week 2: “The sickest I’ve ever been was …”

Week 3: “The last time I went camping was …”

Week4:When I play Monopoly, I usually…”


Many thanks to everyone who has taken time to make short comments to our weekly NINEPATCH GROUP postings.

Following is a letter-like comment reader Linda Rosenthal (Aug. ‘18) made on last months topic, “For fun I like to…”

For fun, I like to travel and explore. Like discovering a sky full of hovering, dancing fireflies in a remote Kansas field very late on a summer night, I enjoy the unexpected. This past spring, Bill and I were returning from our winter trip to New Mexico. We made a stop in Nashville, Tennessee. We drove to the city’s Centennial Park.

In Nashville Centennial ParkIn Nashville Centennial Park

In Nashville Centennial Park

As we wandered through the park, hundreds of people began showing up. They were strolling around, holding up their cell phones as they walked. “What are they doing?,” my husband asked. I thought that they were playing “Pokemon” and indeed, they were. I don’t know anything about the game, but it was fun to watch the people having fun. The park became a playground for adults and children.”



This month Georgene (May ‘18) comments on “What item you don’t currently possess would you like to have in your home?” Georgene says, “What item I would like to have in my home?

Because we just finished an August heat wave, it would have to be a bedroom air conditioner that goes through the wall and vents outside. Our bedroom has no windows, just a slider door, so a window unit is out. There’s also no floor space for a floor-vent-through-the-wall model.

When the quote for the wall unit turned out to be $5,000, we decided we’d just keep the free standing fan for a few more years!

If I take the A/C out of the equation, I would very much like to have a high quality carpet for my dining area. It would be 8 ft. round, contemporary style and in neutral colors of taupe with some accents of turquoise.

To make my dream a reality I keep checking outlet websites
and discount stores like Home Goods. However I’ve been looking on line for two years with no luck!

I’ll just keep scouting.”

Our Monthly Question for September 2018, “What item you don’t currently possess would you like to have in your home?” will continue and a new one will join it: The thing I love most about nature is…”


In the room of soft light,
I have all I need,
Paintings on the wall,
Open screen, 
Pale rain has started, 
Against a darkening sky –

I have thoughts about all
I can’t

Is it important to agree
Or just to love,

Rain is a given, an
Explained by some.
The weatherman reports
I cannot argue with.

I accept it,
Rain –
A strum of love.

Gayle Bluebird (Sept.’18) adds, “Rain has a way of making us feel pensive, reflective, questioning of what is beyond us to understand.

Rain comforts me and seems to tell me, ‘It doesn’t matter.’ Rain is immediate, you are impacted directly. Go to my Facebook page for more of my poems. Gaylebluebird1943@gmail.com.”


May the vibe of the tone

of the Song of the World

still come through. May it

like early September

sun through spaces in

its cooling clouds

to warm us when

the breeze slows. May it

come drying up the fresh

lush Chi-town trees

and pavements after morning

rain, may it though

we’ve charged ourselves up

to give more credit

to the moment. May it

like our dreams coming

true, unfolding as the present we

imagine too often

is not; may it come thru

like the truths

of our beings, like

supersleuth artistry leaving

its evidence on our quick-

moving bodies as

ink stains and paint blotches

on our favorite

jeans. May the song come

through as we turn

down our music and

tone down our ignorance

to listen with our hearts, our eyes

our open souls,

to see around us the brilliance

of this

deep sea dream expressing itself

in gentle surprise,

a daughter’s prophetic

scribblings of red ink

on the inner found pages

of a new trip, keeping

always fresh its present segue.

Brian Janisse (Aug. ‘18) adds, This poem is a prayer for a change of attitude, a call to slow down and rekindle a misplaced sense of harmony with the world.

*Fusel: (From Wikipedia) Fusel alcohols…also sometimes called fusel oils in Europe, are mixtures of several alcohols (chiefly amyl alcohol) produced as a by-product of alcoholic fermentation. The word fusel is German for ‘bad liquor.’ “Brian adds, “I referred to the occurrence of fusing together.”


Even if you

Don’t participate,

You still send different kinds of

Messages to diverse people. 

So, why not join in

And tell it like

it is?


Simon Stargazer III (Aug. ‘18) expands, “Though it doesn’t really fit the intention of this poem, my dad used to say something like: ‘A fool and his thoughts are frequently not identified as such until he opens his mouth and confirms it’

Now, in the case of my lines above, people who only know me casually may assume one meaning, while those who know me well, may recognize a different meaning, based on their more thorough knowledge of me and my interactions with them. 

Those that don’t know me at all, are a blank canvas for reactions.

Having said all that, it is true that I tend not to volunteer much dialogue, especially in a conversation where I am not well versed in the facts or trends. This may also just point out that I don’t know much about a lot of things and don’t want to appear ignorant!

Given this paragraph, I think it’s safe to say that my dad’s saying is often in the back of my mind!”


Our book club’s pick for discussion this month is Grandma Gatewood’s Walk.

The title refers to Ben Montgomery’s grandmother and her walk on the Appalachian Trail. She walked the trail no less than three separate times –all after she was 67 years old!

Her 1950’s walks and love of the Trail led to general renewed interest in the pathway.

Maintenance and improved facilities along the path also improved.

Chantal (July ‘18) adds, “Reading about Grandma Gatewood’s dedication and output of physical energy can make one feel like a real slacker, for sure!”


This book is a new one by former President Bill Clinton and prolific author, James Patterson.

The story begins when the President disappears. The world is in shock. The gist of the book is that a cyberattack is about to be launched against the United States by parties unknown.

The result would be catastrophic, shutting off all our power, wiping all computers, eliminating everyone’s wealth. Three terrible days follow while the fate of the nation hangs in the balance. Can President Jonathan Duncan save America?

The President is Missing confronts a threat so huge that it jeopardizes all of America. There are whispers of cyberterror, espionage and a traitor in the Cabinet. Even the President himself becomes a suspect and then he disappears from public view.

The tale is set over the course of three days. The President Is Missing sheds light on the inner workings and vulnerabilities of our nation. Filled with information only a former Commander-in-Chief could know.

This the most authentic, terrifying novel to come along in many years.

June Poucher (Aug. ‘18 ) adds: “It’s been on the best-seller list. A friend gave it to me last month. It’s too heavy to read in bed so I take a different book to read before sleep.”


Hummingbird at the  usual kind of feeder Hummingbird at the  usual kind of feeder

Hummingbird at the usual kind of feeder

My mother had several hummingbird feeders around her back patio. We kids would go sit out on the sofas in the screened in area.

We were sitting out there one day when she told us, “Be quiet! Sit very still.”

I knew about her little bird friends because they flew all around the feeders. It was comical to watch them fight over which feeder they would land on.

But that day, my mother walked outside to a little bench near the feeders. I was curious to see what was going to happen.

She sat down and put a special little feeder in the palm of her hand. She stretched her arm out with her hand open. She sat so perfectly still that one may have thought she was a statue. I didn’t even see her breathing!

We sat there for close to 10 minutes. Then, right before my eyes, only 6 feet away, two little hummingbirds flew closer and closer to my mom’s hand.

They were flying in a circle, not quite sure whether they wanted to land or not. Finally, one landed on her finger. The second one also came in for a landing.

As I sat there and watched these little birds sitting in my mom’s hand drinking from the tiny feeder, I saw the love that she had for all birds and especially hummingbirds.

Meschelle (July18) adds, “This is one of the more beautiful experiences I have ever witnessed.”


The death of step-son John has deeply affected my life on several levels. Even though he had a very small estate, it’s taking a lot of our thoughts and energy. My wife and I are having a Celebration of life this Saturday, which also has required much attention.

Our renter, Paul (and fiancée, Mary) moved out to rent the half of the double where John lived. We are in the process of making arrangements for that. A couple in the other half wants to buy the double from me. (John and I were co-owners with full rights of survivor ship.)

As a side-effect of Paul’s move, his usual extra duties as part of the rest fall to me. I’m doing yard work, cleaning our house every week and running miscellaneous errands, too.

With John’s passing, my wife and I also need to revise our wills. We have been meeting with our new attorney. (The previous one died and his partner wound up taking over the practice.) Fortunately she was familiar with a lot of his clients’ cases. 

To top off all these changes and activities, we are having my wife’s annual Family Reunion. Siblings are coming in from the Austin area of Texas and from San Diego, with others from mostly Indiana and some Ohio!

We’ll be glad to get back to the routine of just seeing doctors, and grocery shopping!


Simon Stargazer III (Aug. ‘18) adds, “My wife and I are still in mourning.”