The invitation said dinner would be served at eight. They had been printed for almost a month and she knew that they needed to be sent before the day was out. A birthday was approaching and she had promised herself a party to remember. Age wasn’t the point but still she knew that time would run out sooner or later. If she didn’t do it now it might not be done.
There were eight places at the table. One was for herself. Now she needed to fill the remaining seven. The room she had chosen for the dinner was filled with just the right objects. There was a globe, a primitive mask, shelves filled with mathematical texts and historical novels, a simple chair with a shawl made of fine silk from India, a clarinet would rest next to a piano, and, in the corner, there would be an arrangement of chairs for conversation. On a night like the one she dreamed of, a magic occasion, there must be conversation.
An anthropologist, a great historical writer, a national treasure in the the body of a great mathematician, a saint, a botanist, a musician, and a woman of character would fill the table. Now she only needed to address the envelops. The sun shone through the window pane lighting her desk with pure light. She could see it perfectly.
Margaret Mead, Anthropologist,
Mother Theresa, Saint
Eleanor Roosevelt, a woman of character
Stephen Ambrose, famous historical writer
John Nash, national treasure, mathematician
George Washington Carver, botanical researcher that taught slaves to farm.
Norman Leyden, clarinetist, conductor of the Oregon Symphony, arranger for Glenn Miller
They were all chosen because she had learned that a hero can come in many forms. They raise our minds and ideals to a higher standard. They inspire us to greater efforts. But most of all she had learned that great people are usually great because they are interested as will as interesting.
The invitation will say.
Wine at 7:00 p.m. with a light dinner at 8:00 p.m.
The evening will conclude with conversation
You are asked to bring the book
you are currently reading.
She picked up the envelops, nine in all now, and addressed them carefully. She would include a personal note with each, a thank you and the list of those invited. Then, if they were busy, they would at least know that a place had been set for them at a table worthy of their presence.