Evelyn Zaida Young, who holds a Master's of Science Degree in Marriage and Family Therapy, and is a resident of Little Falls, has been honored with inclusion in the 2008-2009 edition of Madison Who's Who of Executives and Professionals, which will be at the Library of Congress in Washington, D.C.
Young received the honor due to her excellence and Christian character in serving the community. This included Chairing the Herkimer County Christian Women in 2004 and 2006, and facilitating an interdenominational Women's Bible Study at First Baptist Church in Little Falls.
She is the Granddaughter of local resident and attorney John J. Zoller and the late Carolyn Hildreth Zoller, and the Granddaughter of Senator Warner Miller, the only U.S. Senator from Herkimer County. Her Great Aunt was Zaida Zoller, founder of the Herkimer County Humane Society, and her Great Uncle was The Honorable Judge Abram Zoller of Herkimer.
She is the daughter of Susan Zoller Young of Utica and the late James L. Young, formerly of New Hartford and Hollywood, Florida.
Young's plans are to begin a nonprofit ministry offering counseling and services to families, with an emphasis on women an children, who cannot otherwise afford treatment. She is in the process of nonprofit status. Ministry donations, including doll houses and childrens' toys, can be made by contacting her at 315-219-1463. Young can be scheduled for: speaking, teaching, and counseling engagements.
Her fourth published poem has been selected to be printed in the book "Immortal Verses," by the International Library of Poetry.
The poem, "God, Free Me," has been copyrighted under Evelyn Zaida Young to published this year.
Evvie: Two of my memorial poems dedicated to the victims and survivors of the tragic bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City and the Twin Towers tragedy in New York City were inscribed on bronze tablets. The former, SPIRIT OF THE HEARTLAND was personally presented to then Governor, Frank Keating. At his request it was turned over to the National Park Service. The latter, WHERE VALOR TOOK ITS STAND, is hoped to be the center-piece at Ground Zero.
ReplyDeleteFor your reading pleasure, I submit the two:
SPIRIT OF THE HEARTLAND
Oh, how the heart aches, for Oklahoma,
As, in a moment, the nation's pulse was stilled.
Here, innocense smeared with spattered blood,
Staggered bewildered in the morning light.
Were not our spirits shattered then
By evil more twisted than coiled debris?
But then, amid smoke and scorch of flame,
Proud Oklahomans rekindled our hopes.
No instrument of death nor might or blast
Can sever the will of great Oklahoma.
Here upon this ground again shall rise,
More than a structure of mortar and steel,
But a spirit, impenetrable and sovereign,
As your sons and daaughters, Oh, Oklahoma!
EDWIN VOGT
WHERE VALOR TOOK ITS STAND
To all who tread this hallowed ground,
Who stand where braver souls once stood,
Let this eternal cry rebound:
That evil cannot conquer good.
One step we lost in freedom's stride,
Regained by New York's finest ones;
More tall than towers we shall rise
For we are all Americans.
No weapon formed by brutish hand
Nor plot designed to wreak our ruin,
Can under God's immortal skies
Destroy what we so nobly hewed.
For here, where valor took its stand,
And made us more the prouder yet,
No medal ever can be struck
Nor cause our hearts to not forget!
EDWIN VOGT
If interested, I will send you a complete manuscript entitled: The Waves Of Silence, Poems Of the Shoah, written in four parts: Prelude To Madness, If Angels Could Weep, Cries Only God Heard, and The Burden Of memory. Tis work was read by professor Elie Wiesel, recipient of the Nobel Peace Prize in 1989. A sample of one selection from the manuscript:
ReplyDeleteTHE JEWS OF DUBNOW
Sudenly, like the last wisp of smoke,
Trailing and fading from a chimney-top,
They were gone: the Jews of Dubnow.
A silence like the stirless leaves
In the shadows of the deep woods
Hangs heavy in the village streets.
Silent as bells without clappers
Or mirthless stones in the dried-up brook.
Shafts of light stream the Holy Place,
The silence comingling with dust.
So silent, like turnless pages,
Or peasants making the Sign of the Cross.
EDWIN VOGT