Shoghi Effendi
A Personal Reflection: 53 Years After His Passing
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RonPrice
I HARDLY KNEW HIM

He(1) died 53 years ago this week in London England when I was only thirteen. I hardly knew him; he was just a name on the immense periphery that was my young, my early, years of adolescence. I had eight more months remaining of primary school life in Ontario; I had one more summer left of playing midget baseball, mostly on the mound, in the Burlington league and I had at least one more year of my young love with Susan Gregory, little did she know. -Ron Price, Pioneering Over Four Epochs, 6 November 2010.

I had no idea what this new Faith
was all about with its birds that
dropped dead, they told me then,
as they flew over that pestilential
city of Akka. Someone told me
they named their cat after him &
still others said that such a thing
was far too irreverent to mention.
I saw a strange crowd, on average,
once every nineteen days in our so
little house or someone’s little house.

Everyone I knew back then had little
houses in this little town by a very big
lake next to two big cities at the centre
of the Golden Horseshoe as it known
in the 2nd biggest country in the world.(2)
Little did I know that this man who had
died, as winter was just entering Canada’s
landscape, was solid gold and with fire his
gold had been tested, so very very little did
I know him--or this new Faith--back then!(3)

1 Shoghi Effendi, the leader of the Baha’i international community from 1921 to 1957.

2 Toronto and Hamilton were the two big cities. The Golden Horseshoe is a densely populated region centred around the greater Toronto area at the western end of Lake Ontario in Southern Ontario, Canada, with outer boundaries stretching south to Lake Erie and north to Georgian Bay. Most of this Golden Horseshoe is also part of the Quebec City-Windsor Corridor. With a population of 6.5 million people, it makes up slightly over 20% of the population of Canada and contains approximately 53% of Ontario's population. Canada is the 2nd largest country in the world. Russia is the largest.

3 This prose-poem was written on a fresh and sunny Saturday afternoon between 4 and 5 p.m. while sitting on a park bench under a large elm tree outside the Launceston General Hospital’s maternity wing. My wife was getting X-rays for her neck at the time due to the whip-lash she had received from a car-accident on the previous day. A slight wind was blowing the few white clouds in the sky with summer three weeks and three days away in Australasia.

Ron Price
6 November 2010
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