Lynn Weed:
CLASS OF 1970
Lyman Hall High SchoolClass of 1970
Wallingford, CT
Middlesex Community Technical CollegeClass of 1973
Middletown, CT
Lynn's Story
Lynn is from Wallingford, Connecticut. Her schools include Lyman Hall High School. She later attended Middlesex Community College, Middletown, CT (English Literature), 2011 finished course "Streetwise", which is a computer and corporate update course. She works(ed) at Law Firms NYC and Phila, PA. Some poetry published.
Music likes '70's, '80's music, classical, Carly Simon, "Let The River Run", Al Stewart, "Eyes of Nostradamus"
some folk music.
Literature likes: Fyodor Dostoevsky, "Crime and Punishment", Tolstoy
Arthur Miller "The Crucible"
Betty Freidan, "The Feminine Mystique", Author Grace Paley
Poetry, Emily Dickinson, Alice Walker, Whitman, Dylan Thomas
Favorite Holiday: Susan B. Anthony Day
Published in ABLE New York, Newspaper. NJ Journal Paralegal work, NYC. Involved in national, local issues.
Award from Helen Marshall, Borough President, Queens, New York,
Advocacy for disabled people. Worked as legal assistant on the Microsoft case.
Vignette from the trenches
Was working for a fairly large law firm. On this day I and other legal assistants were working on the phone system. Two office managers were out and this was our task.
It was an unbelievable busy phone. I couldn't even do some of the legal drafts, on patent applications, I had been working on. 'Strictly phones. '
(note: there is a problem with this software. It replaces quotation marks with an "a" carrot, like the French A)
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I had taken a message and needed the caller's name.
' John Kennedy' he replied.
I stopped and said, ---- 'could you repeat --- that? '
' John Kennedy', he said, laughing.
'John Kennedy ' I said, with doubt in my voice.
''Yes ' he said, seemingly, laughing softly.
'Could you spell your last name?' this secretary said to him. He did.
He said, ' oh, ' and tell him I decided to come in and have lunch with him (his lawyer).
'Oh, of course' I said, 'and you are coming in, here, today? '
He almost laughed and said, *yes, I am coming in to your office today.*
' Well, fine ' I said.
'Yes,' he said.
He did and it was 'him'. Really nice' blue eyes, chino's and an Hawaiian shirt.
He looked over at the group of legal assistants and secretary's. I put up my hand, nodded, and we smiled at each other. I tried to concentrate on the phones, he was laughing and so was I.
And taking deep breaths.
(this was before the unfortunate plane accident, that this wonderful man and his wife experienced. )
Inadvertent Apollo Trip
I was delivering papers to a human rights' organization near 125th Street and 7th Avenue. To do this, I had to pass by the famous Apollo Theater. I walked over the *Stars* for Aretha Franklin, Diana Ross, Ella Fitzgerald and many oth...Expand for more
ers. Nice, impressive.
Coming back, there is a little known bend in the concrete in front of the Apollo Theater. It may be a drainage cap; it makes a small round dip in, the concrete. I didn't see it. My left foot (with the weakened quadriceps muscle), stepped in the hole and I tripped. I was down on the sidewalk at eye level now, with the stars of Ella, Aretha, etc. My purse spilled and I could see its contents all over the glittering concrete of the Apollo Theater.
*Well*, I thought, *my money is gone*. Predators in New York can show up in a minute. My precious pictures, cards and money were all over the pavement. At risk for theft.
I began to try to start to lift myself up, very painfully, to reach for them.
Suddenly, strong arms on both sides of me were lifting me up. I looked to my left and saw one of the scented oils and shea butter salesmen, from the street holding my arm. I was so thankful. And in a quick minute before the predators could pounce, they, these wonderful oil salesmen, were picking up my purse and all the contents, precious pictures, cards and money. Even the pennies were put back in.
I shook my head, I couldn't believe their kindness. I took a dollar from my restored purse and offered it to one of the men.
*ÃÂNo,*he shook his head. *No* *ÃÂWe don't take money for that. That is yours. You keep it*
I smiled with tears in my eyes, *ÃÂthank you,* I said.
He shook his head, *no. You don't have to thank me.*
Decency, morality and an understanding and just 'something' in these men, 'not to steal' when someone has fallen (no Connecticut hustle, here, on the streets of New York).
And these men started to go back to their work, trying to sell scented oil and shea butter to the passing public. As I was trying to walk, with my now, very wounded left leg, an elderly woman who had stood by, when these men were helping, came over and asked if she could walk with me, * to make sure I didn't fall again*, on these dangerous streets.
*Yes, * I said, smiling, *that's fine.* And she did.
Streets of NewYork are not that cold. And there is morality, decency, underneath.
Last project worked on, 2012:
Transferring residents of the Coler-Goldwater nursing home in Manhattan to the community, or other residences, as they chose. Columbia University has purchased one of the buildings on the facility. Both Coler-Goldwater staff, and the agency I work with, had decided this was a good time to work on implementation of the Olmstead decision and help to move these residents into the community. Good project and we accomplished what had been started, those many years ago, as the Olmstead decision, finally came to fruition after years of opposition. I believe there is now an Olmstead Act, which is so important.
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