Monday, July 21, 2025

Simple Woman Monday



 


Today... cloudy day and humid, typical for Iowa in July. Cucumbers are cucumbering, tomatoes are tomatoeing... I wish the weeds were weeding.

What I'm wearing... Black middy skirt, black and white blouse with tiny checkers, black apron with pockets.

What I'm listening to... Listened to an old Amazon tunes playlist this morning with lots of nice, upbeat music. I don't listen to music often enough! It's a wonderful way to brighten up a day!

On the menu... Skipped breakfast, as usual, fasted util around 1:30 or 2, then had leftover Mediterranean chopped salad with a little bit of steak added. Will set out charcuterie for dinner when Dan gets home.

What I'm reading... Working on a study guide for the GK Chesterton essay called "What I Have in My Pocket." 

What I'm making... I juiced some lemons and ginger for Dan's tummy this morning, then, of all the goofy things, after making my bed, sweeping, and washing the dishes, the magnetic poetry set I got from Gavin for Christmas caught my eye. Dan (I think it was Dan -- it must have been Dan... 😐 ) had pieced together a line -- so I poked around in the magnets looking for a good combination of words to add to his line to create a poem -- without much luck. But, I didn't give up! Remembering the old set we used to have in the big house when the children were still all home, I went on a hunt -- and actually found the additional magnet words (what are the odds??) -- and spent probably more time than I should have organizing all the words into parts of speech and putting them on their own little white boards, categorized grammatically. (Does it make me weird that I thoroughly enjoyed this exercise?) Then I added to Dan's line, of course. To wit:


We get true, unshadowed, unmisty happiness in heaven!

What I'm planning... I'm hoping to have a week free of events and appointments and running around so I can just concentrate on Lit Studies and maybe a Feast Day Quick Take. (Who would be the patron saint to intercede for me to have a very nothing week for once?)


Picture Thoughts for the day:

                   How These Two Smile for Pictures


"Smile!"



Both boys (I guess I should probably call them men, huh?) are currently in Idaho serving as Camp Counselors at the annual extravaganza in Rathdrum. Br. Simon (formerly known as Gabriel, child number 9) is following his vocation as a lay Brother in CMRI; William (our youngest, now 19) will be entering the seminary here in Iowa in September to test his vocation to the priesthood. We'll see what God wishes for him! They are both, as you can see, just as silly as they've ever been. Anyone passing by, please pray for them to discern their vocations!

(These photos from April when we had a visit from Br. Simon -- and a bazillion other people here for Ordinations~)

Sunday, July 13, 2025

Scruples

Isn't scruples a funny word? You have to screw your mouth into a moue to say it. It's almost
an onomatopoeia. The common definition of the word scruple is: "a doubt or hesitation that pricks the conscience about whether something is right or wrong." Am I good to go? Am I not good to go? We cannot decide. We purse our lips. We have a scruple -- or "rock in our shoe" -- which is the literal meaning of the word. We don't just purse our lips, we wince.

Etymologically, Scruple comes from the Latin word, scrupulus, which meant a literal “small, sharp stone.” In the days when Latin was the language of Rome, a soldier would often pick up a pebble in his sandal (or caligae) while marching. This would be pretty uncomfortable, as you can imagine, but being in marching formation, stopping to take a rock out of a shoe might get a soldier into more trouble than it was worth. Still, he might ponder as he limped along, that he'd also be in trouble if he went lame from the rock in his shoe... To stop and remove the scrupulus or to not stop and remove the scrupulus...  Decisions, decisions. 

This small, but widely recognized pebble in the daily life of a Roman soldier produced an aphorism (or saying) in ancient Rome: "people in power have no scruples." The high and mighty didn't get rocks in their shoes atop a horse or in a chariot -- and they were not going to have much sympathy for the scruple in the shoe of a mere foot soldier.

Over the centuries, the original meaning critiquing army leadership fell by the wayside, leaving behind only the word "scruple" which came to mean any hesitation about what is right and what is wrong. In the vernacular, scruple can take the place of the word "conscience" in a positive way. Cambridge Classic Dictionary defines it  as "a feeling that prevents you from doing something you think is morally wrong or makes you feel uncertain about doing it. A man without scruples has no conscience."

Understood this way, we certainly want to have scruples! And it's not necessarily a bad thing to be scrupulous in the secular sense, as scrupulous can mean being "exceptionally honest or detail oriented." It's not a bad thing to want a scrupulously clean operating room, for instance, or for an election official to have scruples... But there is no circumstance in which it would be a positive thing to suffer from scrupulosity.

In "Church-talk," scrupulosity is the fault that arises from having too many scruples. (Too much scruple?" πŸ€”) In other words, our consciences have gone haywire: we see sin in every bat of the eyelash; we lie awake worrying that we're gluttons because we have two pieces of toast when maybe we could have gotten away with one; we second-guess every move and every motive, fearing that we've crossed lines only we see. We've lost perspective. The Confessional needs a revolving door to satisfy the scrupulous soul. Not a good thing, as much as the over-scrupulous tell themselves they're trying to be good. The Church makes it clear that this kind of obsessive conscience is not pious. Scrupulosity is a big pointy "rock in the shoe" of the spiritual life. Here's the official definition of scruple found in the 1912 Catholic encyclopedia:

A scruple is an unfounded apprehension and consequently unwarranted fear that
something is a sin which, as a matter of fact, is not. It is not considered here so much as an isolated act, but rather as an habitual state of mind known to directors of souls as "a scrupulous conscience." St. Alphonsus describes it as a condition in which one influenced by trifling reasons, and without a solid foundation, is often afraid that sin lies where it really does not. This anxiety may be entertained not only with regard to what is to be done presently, but also with regard to what has been done. The idea sometimes obtaining, that scrupulosity is in itself a spiritual benefit of some sort, is, of course, a great error. 

The encyclopedia goes on to explain what is and is not actually scrupulosity, lists various symptoms and manifestations of this malady, and then suggests remedies, chief of which is:

...having reposed confidence in some confessor, to obey his decisions and commands entirely and absolutely. 

A good confessor will realize pretty quickly if a penitent has a tendency to scrupulosity and will prescribe steps to correct the problem -- which the penitent is gravely responsible to follow obediently and prayerfully. (This is a very fixable fault once the penitent is aware and wills to fix it!)

+PRAYER PAUSE+   This is where we stop for a minute to thank our Heavenly Father for providing us with the priesthood -- our doctors of the soul! Imagine navigating without the grace and wisdom of our trained professionals! Or, actually -- better than professionals: each is an Alter Christus -- another Christ: acting as, in, with, and by the power of Our Lord, Himself. We're so blessed in our holy and hard-working priests!

...Our priests who can tell us when the rock we think we have in our shoe -- is not a rock  -- and more to the point, can help a soul (with a scrupulosity habit) realize when the rock is not in the shoe, but in the head. (gglggl) Just kidding! πŸ˜‰It's funny, but not funny. The devil tries to trip us up coming and going.  If the old Loser can't get us by influencing us to ignore sins, then he'll get us by influencing us to obsess about nonexistent sin. And if neither of those methods hits us in our weak spot, he'll get us to notice everyone else's sins (right past the mote in our own eyes) -- OR he'll convince us that all this concentration on sin is really nothing more than Religious Obsession, and Religion, therefore, is the fault -- and not sin. That bittter old loser's got a million tricks. It's up to us, with the eyes of grace and the help of God, to see through them! Another thing to try to remember to add to our prayer list every day: the grace to see our own faults -- and correct them;  the wisdom to utilize the Sacrament of Confession in doing so; and a sense of humor that helps us levitate out of the self-absorption that often leads to scrupulosity. 

Resources For Anyone Who Would Like to Investigate Further

 If you haven't read The Screwtape Letters, by C.S.Lewis, there is no better book for
getting an idea of how the devil works to destroy souls. Highly recommended! Tons of copies at Thriftbooks.

MIQ Center, the bookshop in Spokane at Mount St. Michaels carries a booklet called An Examination of Conscience for Adults (for under $5) formulated to help us form a "right conscience," to distinguish between venial and mortal sin, and to distinguish between what is and is not actually sinful. Find it here.

The nine "notes" on scrupulosity, from The Spiritual Exercise of St. Ignatius Loyola, who suffered from the temptation to scruples, himself, can be found, in short form here.

MIQ Center also carries a simple guide for those who have been away from the Sacrament of Penance for, perhaps, long enough that they fear it as an ordeal. This is not the same thing as scrupulosity, of course -- which, in many cases sends the penitent too often to the Confessional. Some souls suffer from feeling overwhelmed by too much to confess after an absence from the Sacrament; some folks are just nervousness about the process, in general.  Confession: A Little Book For the Reluctant is a nice encouragement and guide that might be helpful! Some of us (and I include myself in this camp!) struggle with the fault opposite of scrupulosity, which might be called laxity of conscience -- or lukewarmness, the tendency to overlook or downplay sins. Others haven't had the blessing of a thorough Catholic education or are new to the Faith (or reverts) who are just "fuzzy" about recognizing sin at all. Sadly, laxity is one of the rotten fruits of Modernism. We're surrounded by a culture in which "anything goes" and all judgment is evil -- except that which condemns goodness. Certainly, for any eyes that might ever stray over this post, this mindset is the extreme. Even in our sheltered domains, though, where we're trying to be good Catholics, we can get slack in our examinations of conscience! It's good to get a tune up, periodically!

For a good conscience "tune up," we're fortunate that the Internet Archive has a free copy of Particular Examine: How to Root Out Our Hidden Faults, by James F. McElhone, C.S.C.. First published in 1890, it appears to no longer be in print -- but, if you keep an eye out, you might be able to find it used. It's a good one to have in a Catholic library! 

**I'll add more here if I run across anything else that seems to belong in this list



Friday, July 11, 2025

FRIDAY



FARE

Doesn't this look good? Why do I think that it won't look like this when I'm done with it?






FUZZ

The summertime doo: ponytail with a halo of little tiny hairs sticking up all over my head.







FORGETFULNESS

.............................................................................................................What were we talking about?






FAT

Spinach dip is my kryptonite.






FIREWORKS

Plus one week. It's much quieter around here -- and the dogs have calmed down. The 4th is a good time tol remember how blessed we are to live in this country, though -- with all its problems, yes. Weighed against any other country in the world, I'd still choose the good ole U S of A.  (God, please bless our country and imbue its leaders with wisdom, prudence, and piety!)








FIT (ISH)

<< What the shirt says.
 






FLIES

Swatting is still a sport in our family.   (2009! 😳)

Only relocated the athletics to Iowa, of course -- which may not have quite as many of the little buggers as on the Colorado farm, but we still have a handmade Amish flyswatter -- and Dan is still obsessive. He's like the Secretariat of Fly Swatters.






FISH

Did you notice there was a fish in this picture? 

Face Paraedolia

(Or maybe, unlike Mommom, you're immune to these smiles!)







FAMILY

FEET

FINIS

Thursday, July 10, 2025

John Adams and the Question of Fatherhood


John and Abigail Adams

 “Human nature with all its infirmities and depravation is still capable of great things. It should be your care, therefore, and mine, to elevate the minds of our children and exalt their courage; to accelerate and animate their industry and activity; to excite in them an habitual contempt of meanness, abhorrence of injustice and inhumanity, and an ambition to a excel in every capacity, faculty, and virtue. . . . But their bodies must be hardened, as well as their souls exalted. Without strength and activity and vigor of body, the brightest mental excellencies will be eclipsed and obscured.”

-- -- John Adams in a letter to his wife, Abigail


Sounds good, huh? Bravo!

But, here's the thing about John Adams' theories. It seems the second president of the United States of America had a pretty good understanding of child raising and the building of character, in general, but, for all that, his children didn't turn out especially well. πŸ˜ͺTwo daughters of the Adams' six children didn't survive past two years old, a tragic fact of the times. (God willing they were baptised, but this wasn't common in protestant families, then as now.) But John and Abigail did raise four other children, and one standout child, John Quincy Adams -- who seems to have been a stable, intelligent man of honor and integrity, who, incidentally, became the sixth president of the United States.( One good on ya, John and Abigail!

Their daughter, Abigail Amelia ("Nabby") their first child, seems to have been a good person, too, but incidents of her marriage were disastrous, her husband's poor political choices pretty much ruining their family. (We can give John and Abbigail points for Nabby -- though her choice of husband may not have been great.) The other two surviving sons of the Adams', however ---  were train wrecks -- both alcoholics, neck deep in scandal; they both died young. Proof that intentions don't make good paving stones. 

You just have to ask: Where did John and Abigail go wrong? it seems they had some pretty positive factors in their favor, right? They had a strong marriage, fair economic success, basic good morality, education, and intelligence; the children were given plenty of connections and opportunity to do well in the world, and had parents who seemed to have a grasp of good parenting philosophy... What went awry?

  It's impossible to know for sure, but in this case, I think we have some pretty good indications. At least this is what I think: John Adams was never home. One reason we know so much about the close and affectionate nature of John and Abigail's relationship is because we have 1,160 surviving letters between them -- the chief communication of their 50 year marriage. They were rarely in the same zip code.  No question about it, John was out and about doing important things: founding a country, acting as chief diplomat to France, leading the country in the presidency, hobnobbing with royalty and rowdies; doing good for the world and the country in a generakl way, we might conclude.... But the man did not raise his children. That was the sacrifice.  He took John Q to France with him -- which may be why John Q turned out OK... but the rest of the children grew up barely knowing their father. It doesn't take a pretty big jump to reach the conclusion that the boys, in particular, suffered from this vacuum in their lives. 

His wife, Abigail was a remarkable woman who obviously did her best, understanding the homeric efforts of her husband. She "held down the fort" at home for decades, was a loving mother and a good manager, as far as we can tell -- but, let's just say it out loud: she wasn't enough; boys need fathers. 

We see in our world today mounds of rotten fruit fallen from fatherless families. I don't think I need to list the infamous fatherless sons who have contributed to the chaos of our society -- murderers, assassins, terrorists -- and a whole parade of characters with mental illnesses who have tried to impose their pitiful delusions upon the rest of the world.

Fatherhood is so important, God provides Himself as our supreme Father Figure, our example of merciful Justice; our model of just Mercy. Our call to discipline, measured control, diligence, careful attention, patience -- and.... well, all of it, of course: the perfection of all the virtues completely woven through with Love. He is the high goal for all Fathers. 

Heaven knows, Divine Perfection is only found in the Divine; no man actually reaches God's zenith of Fatherhood! But he blesses his family by making the attempt -- and for prayerful humble Dads, Our Heavenly Father fills the gaps! A Father's very presence brings God into the picture of the family by setting up the proper hierarchy, the one chosen by God. Dad is the Head, Mom is the heart: each equally vital, but the man of the family is meant to lead. A son learns to navigate the world through the example of his father. He finds his identity in his father's approval and love. He finds his proper boundaries in his father's correction and discipline -- served with a side order of love. When these things are lacking, boys grow up with big black voids that they invariably fill inappropriately. We've all seen it. (This happens with girls, too, of course -- but the effects, I think, aren't as universally disastrous -- in particular if they have a Mother figure to pattern after.) 

It's just a fact that boys require a Father Figure. They need mentors. Teachers. Some guy who will just kick their butts sometimes! God wires males this way! It's true that boys lacking good father figures can sometime s "pull it out in the end," but it's by the grace of God and their own success finding good mentors instead of bad ones that saves them. Because they will pattern themselves after someone. It's incumbent upon Mothers who, for whatever reason, don't have husbands who fit into this role to find good Catholic mentors for their sons. It will make or break them.

In families with good and pious Dads, adding other good Catholic role models in adolescence -- into young adulthood-- clinches the deal, so to speak. Finding respect and camaraderie with other good Catholic Father figures outside of the family helps young men set their Faith in stone. They understand Religion differently when it's a naturally held belief system outside the family circle -- and not "just something my crazy family does." 

We've seen the truth of this so many times in our own experience observing families around us! And we learned the value of it ourselves, when our teenage boys went to Catholic summer camp and boarding school, where they made friends -- and were under the discipline of good, holy, manly -- and FUN priests and seminarians. It made all the difference in the world for them in owning the Faith individually. Catholicism became their own through the encouragement and example of other good men -- in addition to the lifelong example of their Dad. 

Anyway... I'm rambling here. But this is something that's come up several times recently, and I thought that I ought to tap it out. Knowing, loving, and respecting their earthly Father -- or a reasonable substitute -- teaches young men (and women!) to know, love and respect their heavenly Fathers. It's as simple as that. 


The Love Story of John and Abigail here. ❤️

The Fate of the Adams children here.  πŸ«€


 

Wednesday, July 9, 2025

On the Feast of St. Maria Goretti

In days when impurity and licentiousness are so much the norm that even the Faithful are blind to its symptoms and causes -- 

πŸ˜ͺ we have recourse to today's saint -- who recognized its evil at only 12 years of age! Pray for us, St. Maria Goretti, patron of purity, patron saint of youth!

Pray for us, St. Maria! Guide and protect our children!



Tuesday, July 8, 2025

Monday, July 7, 2025

Monday Morning Meandering


This morning
... Actually not "morning." I have to come clean. It's almost 4:00 in the afternoon. It's sunny and hot -- though not as hot as it has been lately, but a still, humid day, cottonwood fluff flying lazily by my window. I'm very glad to be indoors in the a/c.

What I'm wearing... Black middy skirt, white tee shirt with little flowers all over it, messy ponytail, little bee earrings.

What I'm listening to... I just turned off a "non-talking" walking tour of the Cotswolds that I like to play in the background, so to speak, when I'm doing book-work. It's called "Dave's Walking Tours." It's nice to look up occasionally and see the green hills and trees and the storybook villages. And the best thing: all you hear while enjoying the beautiful English countryside is the crunching of Dave's boots on the pathways and a little bit of birdsong. It's lovely.

Breakfast... I almost always skip breakfast. For lunch I had some leftover cauliflower pizza we made on Saturday, with white sauce, chicken, and bacon. (Yum!) Then I had a healthy pineapple whip drink for a snack. (Just frozen pineapple, coconut milk, a shake of swerve for sweetener, then blended. Very refreshing!)

What I'm reading... I'm not reading any one book right now, really (though I did enjoy re-reading some of the wonderful Fr. Brown mysteries recently). I have some more pointed perusals on my desk these days, as I'm trying to get on track to do some literature study guides for the Sisters . I've been flipping through all my short story collections, looking for good material. Not a bad job to have to do!

What I'm making... SPACE! I've been cleaning out all my cupboards and cabinets these last couple weeks, trying to be honest about what I really need at my fingertips -- and what can be stored away. Turns out there's an awful lot of detritus slowing the flow in our little RV: craft supplies that I don't use very often, clothing that needs to be culled, decorations that only come out once a year or so. All packed, marked, and re-distributed. Turns out it's pretty freeing mentally to free up space physically!

What I'm planning... a trip to Spokane in the middle of August with daughter, Cathy, for the Annual Ladies' Retreat! Something to look forward to!


Picture Thoughts for the day:



Photo Dump -- June 2025


 Wherein everyone gathered at Elysian Lake in Minnesota -- all under one roof (plus the boathouse, where the Sisters stayed): two great grandparents (Dan's parents); two grandparents (me and Dan); four married couples; four Religious (one Religious priest, one Religious Brother, two Sisters -- all CMRI); one single son, discerning his vocation; nineteen grandchildren + two babies "onboard" due in the next year. (And one little "boat security" pup.)

(L-R, back to front) Sr. Evangeline, Br. Simon, William (the single son),
 Paul (father of three), Dominic (father of four), Kevin (father of three),
 Fr. Philip, Sr. Antonia: Michelle (mother of 6+1); Dan, me,
and Dawsey (boat security pup); Cathy (mother of three +1)


Nine of twelve granddaughters twirling in their dirndls.

Ten  out of twelve granddaughters! Missing Emmi and Anya. (Formal Photos taken by Monica!)

Candyland!
(Margaret and Clara; the best of these photos are the ones Monica took!)

Bouncy House Fun!
(Chloe and Quinn)

Art Fun: Making Paper Dolls
(Sr. Antonia, Lilly, and me)






Some Examples of the masterpieces from
Grandpa's painting lessons.
(Clara and Sophia)

Killian's artwork: simple and elegant.
 (Impressive that he covered every bit of the canvas!)

Jewelry making with Aunt Donna
(clockwise from bottom left: Sophie, Donna, Sr. Evangeline,
Aunt Linda, and Monica) 

Sophie especially enjoyed the jewelry making!

Lots of fun with crayons, colored pencils,
 and coloring books!
(Clockwise from lower left: Evie, Sr. Evangeline, Chloe, 
Auntie Linda, Dawsey-dog, Ella (I think), and Daria)

Chloe -- and a look at a typical moment on the big
coffee table -- coloring books and coffee cups!

More Coloring

Dream Vacation for Dawsey

Hanging out with Gavin

Portrait of his majesty


Trying to take his job as "boat security" seriously...
Dawse was actually scared of boat rides, but this pup
will put up with anything to be in with the crowd.

Love These Faces


Dominic with sleepy Clara
(Daughter #2)

Killian with jam

Beautiful Evie looking so grown up!

One of our gorgeous happy babies,
Emmie, Kevin's #3

Another gorgeous happy baby: Lucy
Dominic's #4

Cousins/Best Pals: Clara and Sophia

Sweet Chloe

In the Bouncy House being silly: Basti and Anya

Lucian -- happy baby,
only temporarily grumpy

Grandpa with Lucy

Boat ride with Br. Simon, who had the foresight to 
bring along some of the wine processed
at the seminary (with seminary grown grapes)!

Br. Simon wishing safe journeys to Aunt
Donna (who only got to stay for the weekend)

And "Buh-bye" to Aunt Nina (Linda), who
drove out with Aunt Donna.

Dandad with Lucia

Silly Chloe, playing Chinese Checkers
with Claudia

Fr. Philip with Chloe

Silly Happy Sophia

Auntie Donna with Margaret Mary

Boats

After years (decades!) of wanting to host a reunion near a body of water so that he could enjoy boating and fishing with the children and grandchildren, Dan, Sr., finally got his wish! He and Grandma rented a very large Air B-n-B on Lake Eleysian for the Reunion, with a dock and a little sand "beach" that was the stuff of dreams! Though many of the grown ups were a little concerned about the safety factor, being right on the water, there was only one incident with a little one falling off the dock (and Fr. Philip saved the day!). For the most part, all the Littles followed the strictly administered rules (regarding the use of life preservers and staying off the pier unless accompanied by a grownup) and there were many adults keeping constant watch. Dan, jr (Aka: Dandad) played water taxi driver through most of the week for constant and varying crowds of children and grownups -- which is how I mostly have pictures of the children onboard; I went on the kid trips mostly! But there were at least 3 very early morning fishing trips on the pontoon and one evening adult-oriented boat ride, teasingly called "The Booze Cruise," along with a few romantic "couple cruises," and a trip across the lake to play at the swim beach and playground. Oddly enough, there was no public dock to leave the boat, so Dandad and I toodled around the lake a few times while the rest of the family played and got ice cream in the little town, then we came and picked them up to take home. Great memories I think we'll all cherish for our lifetimes!

It's a testimony to how well all our grandchildren are being raised
that it really was no problem keeping them all safe and seated 
during these boat rides!



Not a great photo, but an idea, anyway, of the "beach" and the dock.

Looks like we're set up for fishing, but this was a Rosary Tour 

See?
(With Sr. Antonia, Monica, Ina, William, Dandad and me -- and
I'm pretty sure Sr. Evangeline was there, just didn't make it into the pic.

Swimming togs were the uniform of the week!

Typing up the boat -- or untying? (There's 
probably a proper nautical expression for this...)

Dawsey supervising the safety of this mission.

One of the water lilies -- plucked out by our "Water Lilly"

Another inferior photo, but a look at the older
kids kayaking with the younger kids close in to the dock. 

Sister helping Evie to get going.
(A lot of what Sisters do!)

Evie with Claudia

Gavin with Lilly: Daria shoving them off. Lol!

One of the parties on the way out.



More Indoor Fun

Everyone enjoyed playing billiards!








Cooking and Eating!



Chess!

Shuffleboard was really popular!




The back porch had a fire pit that became a popular hangout spot!

Br. Simon in the back hallway telling all his little neice-princesses
the "True Story of Rapunzel."

Did I mention there was a lot of good cooking
and happy eating? This was walking taco night.
Every meal was "assigned" ahead so that
no one would go hungry -- and everyone, 
as always, outdid themselves!


I'm not sure how I managed to miss it, but I didn't
get any proper pictures of the basement playrooms,
especially designed for children -- with everything 
you can think of to play with and on -- 
including a slide, a ball-room, and dress-up clothes!

Just a general shot of what things looked like -- in between events.

This shot is just one representative of the annual "Family Olympics," wherein
each family group (or Religious Pairing) makes up some kind of game (indoor
or outdoor). Points are gained for each win or place and added up at the end of the 
week. Then the winners' names are engraved on a trophy that the family (or Religious)
gets to display until the next year. This year Fr. Philip and William went home with the trophy!
(In this game, the winner was the team that managed to scoop up the most marshmallows while blindfolded. I think this one was the Sisters' game!)

Basement sleepover of all the Girl Cousins


Lots of Poker and Pinnochle

...and Pool.


More on that lovely back porch
(I want one of these now!)
Dawsey making himself comfortable on one of the
princess dresses. (He didn't like the feel of the
leather couch, and would sit on anything haphazardly placed
on there -- best of all a human lap!)

Sister "making friends" with Basti (Kevin's #2)


No idea what they were playing here...

A nice shot of the size of the main living room space.

Through the window of the living room,
looking into the glassed-in area where the 
shuffleboard -- and the fishing poles could be found.

Shelly reading to a handful of the children. You can see a couple of the family reunion tee
shirts in this picture.

Choir practice. ❤️

Claudia, showing off some of the jewelry she made
with Aunt Donna.

Back Porch Crowd. Always changing -- but
Grandma and Grandpa especially enjoyed this
gathering place.

Never let it be said that guys don't do dishes.
Everyone was pitching in all week long, taking
care of all the cleaning. There was a basic chore list,
but it wasn't really needed!
N
I love this one of Sr. Antonia and Lucia. ❤️

Outdoor Fun


Fishing, fishing, and more fishing. Br. Simon, one of the most persistent
fishermen. Imagine that. πŸ˜‰

No idea. Something between Dandad, Quinn, and a ball. πŸ™‚



Lots of Volleyball, of course!

And "beer pong," without the beer. πŸ˜‚

Where the babies hung out while the Mommas played games.



Mommies playing games. (With Sr. and Father)
Spikeball, of course.

And the family pitched in on our own bouncy house this past spring,
 which, of course, we brought to the lake!

A couple random shots of Br. Simon and Gavin's
Olympic sport, which was a kind of athletic
relay -- which Paul and Nicole won easily!
(Dan and i were just glad to complete the course
without having a stroke!)

Lots of little gatherings like this amongst differing groups of children
and adults. Just bonding and enjoying one another. ❤️❤️❤️

This was a new game brought by Paul that was a really big hit! It was a form
of golf -- with bigger balls that you hit into little red "buckets" with flags
that you see in the photo. Dandad enjoyed it so much, that the children went
in on a set for Dad to get to play at home! πŸ™‚ 

Michelle fishing on the dock with Claudia

Another couple shots of the lawn golf game.





High Mass on the Feast of Corpus Christi


Dan(dad) just before Holy Mass.



Before Holy Mass. The family choir was stationed with the keyboard upstairs
on the balcony -- which left the grandparents and aunties -- and only one or two
Mommas downstairs on the folding chairs assisting. Br. Simon, with help
from the Sisters, did an amazing job setting up the altar -- using what we could find,
added to Father Philip's Mass kit. 



Having troubles rearranging photos in blogger, so this is out of order, but you see
here the earliest stages of setting up for Mass...






The only video --as we all had our hands and
hearts too full to record (though I'm a little sorry
now! It was beyond beautiful -- and such a blessing
to be able to have a family Mass in this way!)

Taken from the "choir loft" in the balcony.


And He is here. The most Important Presence at our Family Reunion, the 
Binding Force behind everything. We do not take the blessing and honor 
for granted! God is so good to us.



Stay Tuned

TTFN! 
I may run into some more photos to share.... (Talking to Future self! LOL! I know full well that there's nobody hanging around here any more! But this is a good place to record these things. Some day someone in the family might have a good time going through all of this stuff!)