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OUR GREAT CONTRIBUTORS

Where are

They

Now?

                     In Brief

ABOUT ONE:

The International Magazine Connection to CahnersBoston Worldwide

Is dedicated to the talented people who worked for Cahners Publishing.

 

The commitment to excellence that these people gave thoughout the history of the company is beyond the scope of most for over 50 years.

Although some have left us, a lot of us are still here in many different fields.

The "ONE" family we call Cahners is still here even though we are not sitting next to each other.

 

I hope through "ONE " we can exchange memories through pictures, words and videos.

 

God Bless all of us.

 

J.R. ( Bob) Murphy

 

Editor, "ONE "

12/9 Issue

OUR NEXT

ONE

VP & Group Publisher at United Publications

 

Portland ME

 

Tim Purpura

Managing Partner TCC Media Group LLC

 

Greater Philadelphia

 

December 5, 2014

Todd Baker

Regional Manager at CFE Media LLC

 

Greater Boston Area

 

 

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I'd like to thank all the contributors to

ONE  especially::

 

Martha Abdella

Susan Avery

Elizabeth Baatz

Todd Baker

Anne Benedetto

Roger Buckley

Vince Cavasino

Lori Romiza Celentano

Kasey Clark

James Aaron Cooke

Jay Corriveau

Jean Criss

Scott Cunningham

Martha DiMeo

John Dodge

Melissa Carmen Donnelly

Kathy Doyle

Dave Dunbar

Nancy Finn

Michael Fisher

George Fodor

Allen Furst

James Fuss

John Galante

Mary-Anne Ganley

Paula Gordon

Dick Groth

Greg Goulski

Gwendolyn Kennedy

Steve Leibson

Jim Leonard

Linda Lepordo

Joan Lynch

Patrica Marador

Charles  Masi

Tim Mead

Gilbert Munoz

J.R. Murphy II

Muriel Murphy

Nancy Null

Mike O'Leary

Tom Pickett

Tim Purpura

Frank Quinn

Scott Raymond

Ellen Romanow

Gina Roos

Karen Ruesch

Carole Sacino

Len Scafidi

Tim Scannell

Claire Gillen Stefan

Bill Stevens

Kelly Sullivan

Roz Jacoby Switalski 

Tim Tobeck

Carolyn VanCott

Linda Walsh

Pam Winch Wilson

 and the 1000 plus exCahns that have contributed from around the world.

 

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Dick Groth

 

A Glass of Milk -

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Milk of Human Kindness 
Author Unknown

 

This is a true story. Here is a short bio on Dr. Howard Kelly (1858-1943). Dr. Kelly was a distinguished physician who was one of the four founding doctors of Johns Hopkins, the first medical research university in the U.S. In 1895 he established the department of Gynecology and Obstetrics at John Hopkins University. Over the course of his career, he advanced the sciences of gynecology and surgery, both as a teacher and as a practitioner.

 

 

One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry. He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. 
 
Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, How much do I owe you?" You don't owe me anything," she replied. "Mother has taught us never to accept pay for a kindness." 
 
He said..... "Then I thank you from my heart." As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit. 
 
Many years later that same young woman became critically ill.  The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. 
 
Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes.  Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room.  Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to her case.  After a long struggle, the battle was won. 
 
Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, and then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill. She read these words..... 
 
"Paid in full with one glass of milk" 
(Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly. 
 
Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed:  "Thank You, God, that Your love has spread broad through human hearts and hands." 
 
There's a saying which goes something like this: Bread cast on the waters comes back to you. The good deed you do today may benefit you or someone you love at the least expected time.  If you never see the deed again at least you will have made the world a better place. - And, after all, isn't that what life is all about?

 

 

This Cahners Flashback," also involves Norman Cahners. For most of the time that I worked at 221 Columbus, I lived on Marlborough Street in Back Bay. Because the office and my apartment were so close together, I would walk to work. For the most part, walking was enjoyable unless it rained. On rainy days, I would dread getting anywhere near the Hancock Tower. As some of you may remember, it was a graveyard for umbrellas and the wind tunnel it created would literally take your breath away. Well, one morning it was raining so hard, I put my foot down and just said, " No." I was not going to get soaked again and lose yet another umbrella. So I decided not to go any further than the bus stop/taxi stand at the Public Library. I would wait for a cab to take me the four blocks to the office. I knew it meant I would be late but I just didn't care. Enough was enough.

 

So there I stood with roughly thirty other disgruntled people, all with the same idea. Every time a cab pulled up, there was arguing, dirty looks and lots of salty language. This really wasn't much better than walking by the Hancock Tower. After the third cab came and went, another car suddenly pulled in. Only this one was not a cab. It was a big black limousine. We all watched the driver get out. He walked around the car and opened the back passenger door. Everyone was watching him like they were in a trance. Who was this and what was he or she doing there? Everyone lowered their head a bit to have a look inside, including myself. That's when I saw him. Norman! Suddenly, I realized I was the reason he had stopped. Norman lived on Beacon Street, just a few blocks from me and he, too, was on his way to work.

 

It was a perfect moment. In an attempt to be polite, as I maneuvered myself through a crowd of wet, angry and shocked people, I said over and over, "Please excuse me, my ride is here." I then climbed into the backseat of the limousine as gracefully as possible. It was easy because the driver assisted me. I will never forget the looks on their faces - if looks could have killed, I would have been a goner. It was only by chance that Norman happened to see me standing there. As soon as we pulled away from the curb, he gave me a cold glass of orange juice. Too bad it wasn't a ride home instead, I might have gotten a glass of sherry.

 

The Anne Benedetto Files

I remembered this  story I read from years ago.

I am reprinting so we all can get the true meaning of Christmas.

 I hope you feel warm inside after you read it. 

As the cold weather is starting I thought I'd go back to an Anne Benedetto File from April.

I hope you enjoy it

The NEW

Is Coming in January

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