Mr. Moses

— by Marian SkottMyhre
He wanted to be sure that the first person who entered our home in the new year brought good tidings for all of us.

knocker with heartA wonderful man, Mr. Moses, lived on the street where I grew up.  From as far back as I can remember, early on New Year's Day each year my mother got up and dressed and let me get up with her so that we were ready and standing in the vestibule when Mr. Moses rang our doorbell.

He got up at dawn, dressed impeccably in a suit and vest and tie and overcoat and dress hat and started at one end of the block, going to each house and ringing the doorbell.  When greeted, he'd take off his hat and step across the threshold just enough so that he was inside. When invited in, he'd decline, saying that he had to keep going but wanted to be sure that the first person who entered our home in the new year brought good tidings and well wishes for all of us. He went to every house, then quietly turned around and walked the length of the long block back to his. It was many, many years later when I'd grown up and moved away that I wondered if there had ever been someone who came to his house to do that for him.

I'm hoping that this might be your first message in the New Year.  I wish you a year of good health, wholeheartedness, increased commitment, strengthening community, shared laughter, new adventures, continual reward, accelerated compassion, faith, and gratitude.


Marian SkottMyhre – sculptor, poet, and storyteller – had a gift for warming people’s hearts with wisdom, humor, and profound kindness.  She passed away in February 2009, and we know she would be happy to know that she’s still greeting people with love on New Year’s Day through her enduring memory of Mr. Moses.