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KALEIDOSCOPE
The “Leaves of Twin Oaks” no. 97 of Summer 2002 carry the proud news of the beginnings of the third
generation of Oakers – and, so they declare, they are not going to stop!

Three Generations of Twin Oakers:
a piece of shameless self-promotion from the editor
Last issue detailed the birth of Willow Star be doing something right that the values and magic more and more contagious. We’re
Falcon to Hawina Falcon, Paxus Calta, and Sky ideals on which we have chosen to base our lives not going to stop at 3 generations.
Blue. What we didn’t mention was that Willow’s have been successfully passed down.
birth heralds the second time three generations Today I was talking with a woman who was
of a family have lived at Twin Oaks. While I amazed how much easier it is to find information
currently live here, Shandin Rudesill, my half- on communal living than just 10 years ago. It
brother, lived here for several years, both as a makes me think that the Communities Movement,
child, and as an adult between ’93 and ’96. Our whose beginnings are found back in the Sixties
father Dale Rudesill and mothers Gini Rudesill counter-culture, took hold but after a time lost the
and Jay Blue (now Jay Boyd) lived here in the excitement and feeling of adventure that initially
late Seventies. carried it. Now that communities like Twin Oaks
The first 3 generation legacy was founder Kat have been around long enough to seem creditable,
Kinkade, her daughter Josie Kinkade, and it seems that people are starting to take notice
granddaughter Lee Ann Kinkade. again.
Shandin, Dale, Sky and baby Willow
For me, that Twin Oaks has aged to the If you’ve been to Twin Oaks and are reading
point that this is possible is an amazing this editorial, you have probably been exposed
thing. It also makes me think that we must to the magic of this place. We’re making that

Reading the Belgian “La Poudrière News” of Autumn And allow me to dedicate this cute little piece to
2002, I felt the need to bring this bit of wisdom, out of a our new editor Anton; and to all editors of
book by Christian Bobin – on the occasion of the death of a newsletters wheresoever, with our best TYPO-
Poudrière member: wishes. And let’s hear from you!

“The tree is standing in front of the house, a giant in the THAT TYPOGRAPHICAL ERROR
autumn light. You are inside the house, near the window with IT Will Happen!
your back to it. You won’t turn around to make sure it’s still
The typographical error is a slippery thing and sly.
there. You never can know about your beloved ones: you fail You can hunt till you are dizzy, but it somehow will get by
to look at them for an instant and the next moment they have Till the forms are off the presses. It is strange how it sleeps;
disappeared or faded out. It shrinks down in a corner, and it never stirs or peeps.
That typographical error, too small for human eyes
Till the ink is on the paper, when it grows to mountain size.
Even trees have their escapes, their treacherous moods. But The boss just stares with horror, then he grabs his hair and groans;
this one you trust, you rely on it’s enlightening presence. This The copy reader drops his head upon his hands and moans,
The remainder of the issue may be clean as clean can be,
tree is one of your recent friends. You recognize your friends But that typographical error is the only thing you see.
by them knowing when you need to be alone, by their lighting (Author unknown)
up your solitude without interrupting it. Now, that is how you NOTE: We reprint this anonymous poem, with permission,
recognize a friendship between a man and a woman, with a from a book published by the University of Oklahoma
tree like this one – gigantic and modest”. Press in 1962, The House of Beadle and Adams, volume III,
by Albert Johannsen. The periodical Antiquarian Bookman
And Vanni adds some thoughts of his own, a reprinted it from that book on November 19, 1962,
recommendation: making an error in the process, an erroneous period after
“too small for human eyes.” The Harvard Librarian, a
newsletter, reprinted it from Antiquarian Bookman in
…. “Whoever says ‘progress’ is saying ‘taking risks’. December 1962, repeating the erroneous period and
There is no research, test or innovation – without making a new typographical error, “stars” for “stares” in
the line beginning “The boss”.
risking failure. Let’s forget concerns and anxieties,
let’s disengage from the comfort of certainties and Last but not least, a bothersome little remark
the pillory of habits (habits that don’t befit us!).
Let’s continue on our way boldly, with ever fresh (just personally):
and amazed outlooks on ourselves, on others, on
human beings…. Let’s carry on opening up, I wondered why someone didn’t do something,
trusting and assuming solidarity”. until I realized that I was someone.

Shalom
Joel Dorkam

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