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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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When life goes quietly and smoothly onward, and one is very young and unaware, props of confidence and a knowing that someone has a faith in us might generally be unnecessary - especially in our modern age and our younger generations. When the going becomes more rocky, however, and the way more steep then a supporting staff clutched in a hand cannot be dismissed too lightly. And I, having been born with a painful timidity and being withall a mountain-climber from the beginning needed all the canes and footholds available in order to keep from falling off the treacherous slopes. Moreover some of us require these feeble assurances of faith to spur us to higher levels. It was never possible to drive me with threats but it was possible for me to be had by encouragements and praise. In my own life I can look back on several such good people to whom I gratefully acknowledge a boost along the path, who perhaps unknowingly have greatly influenced the way of growth by lighting the match of aspiration, not only to the wick of chance but more deliberately helping to stake out the routing towards a destination. I am all too keenly aware that I haven't arrived at the end of the journey but it can never really be reached. The goal is always the mirage that dances tantalizingly oft [toward?] way but as one advances it vanishes in thin air. First of all there was the great man in the person of Percy Lopham, a fine high school superintendent who guided me through my first official duties and my first office. He took an interest in individual
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When life goes quietly and smoothly onward, and one is very young and unaware, props of confidence and a knowing that someone has a faith in us might generally be unnecessary - especially in our modern age and our younger generations. When the going becomes more rocky, however, and the way more steep then a supporting staff clutched in a hand cannot be dismissed too lightly. And I, having been born with a painful timidity and being withall a mountain-climber from the beginning needed all the canes and footholds available in order to keep from falling off the treacherous slopes. Moreover some of us require these feeble assurances of faith to spur us to higher levels. It was never possible to drive me with threats but it was possible for me to be had by encouragements and praise. In my own life I can look back on several such good people to whom I gratefully acknowledge a boost along the path, who perhaps unknowingly have greatly influenced the way of growth by lighting the match of aspiration, not only to the wick of chance but more deliberately helping to stake out the routing towards a destination. I am all too keenly aware that I haven't arrived at the end of the journey but it can never really be reached. The goal is always the mirage that dances tantalizingly oft [toward?] way but as one advances it vanishes in thin air. First of all there was the great man in the person of Percy Lopham, a fine high school superintendent who guided me through my first official duties and my first office. He took an interest in individual
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