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[...] The young and the old, the conventional and the unconventional, had small skirmishes, where some of the city fathers objected to the long-haired youths in a city park — quite trivial incidents, and yet indicative of splits of values and misunderstandings between the generations.

[...] To some extent he replaced the father she’d lost at the age of two when her parents were divorced. [...]

[...] You are not those selves psychically, however, any more than you are your mother’s or your father’s in physical terms. [...]

(Bill asked Seth what he thought of the direction in which the writings of Father Teilhard de Chardin led, and Seth enthusiastically agreed these writings are valid. [...]

[...] She wondered if my loss of communicative abilities was also related to my father’s senility and his own physical retreat. [...]

And do you—should I say dear father—

He himself changed the probabilities purposely, and his father realized this. [...]

[...] There is much that has cropped up lately, in terms of the arrival of Ruburt’s father, of which I intended to speak.

[...] He is not even aware of his own feelings in the matter, but considers himself something of a father image as far as Philip is concerned, and feels somewhat betrayed.

[...] This was followed by several glimpses of a father and son, in old-fashioned clothes, pedaling about city streets on an old-fashioned bicycle, the kind with a large front wheel.

[...] He is and has been terrified of making decisions where you are involved, because he feels you so resented your mother’s treatment of your father.

You are afraid of releasing your energy into your work, for fear it will carry you beyond all ordinary relationships—simply because your father’s creativity seemed to cut him off from his wife and sons, and to lead to isolation. [...]

[...] Although Jane’s father, and my own, had died the previous year (in 1971), our mothers were still living: Jane’s in a nursing home in upstate New York, and mine at the Butts family home in Sayre, Pennsylvania, which is only 18 miles from Elmira and just south of the New York State border. [...]

[...] The individual must make his or her own way through a barrage of different value systems, making decisions that were largely unthought of when a son followed his father’s trade automatically, for example, or when marriages were made largely for economic reasons.

[...] The rhythmic, almost harsh sounds of the insects were strongly reminiscent of the long camping seasons my father had treated his family to many years ago. [...] My father had taken my brother and me into the woods one night, at first tracking one of the insects by its sound, until finally he’d been able to illuminate with his flashlight the katydid as it perched on a branch at just the right height for us.]

The communications occurring from your landlord’s father, for example; none of this is forgotten on my part. [...]

[...] They bought the “new” house, however, and it remained in the family until 1972 — a year after my father’s death, a year before my mother was to die.

(The monk mentioned by Seth refers to our friend Father Martin, who is mentioned in the 212th session. Apropos of this, Jane now said she remembered that Seth’s use of the word missionary did set up her own chain of association involving Father Martin. [...]

[...] My brother Loren is mentioned in the letter contained within the test envelope, and his father-in-law is a retired minister. [...]

[...] To some extent (underlined) those views, colored by a different era, were those of your own father, concerning at least the world of commerce, business, and so forth. [...]

[...] They greet the entity as a son greets his father. [...]