Showing posts with label Notes From the Backseat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Notes From the Backseat. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 17, 2020

Another Blast from the Past

Spelling Test Friday, November, 2017


Me: "OK, William. Number 10. Surgery. I have a scar from when I had surgery on my knee."

Him: "Did they take the banjo out?"

* Just a sample of the random, head-scratching, do-I-laugh-or-smack-him humor around here.

#homeschoolingforthecomedy##thanxforthememories#



There is an awful lot of wonderful benefit from being able to utilize a good Traditional Catholic School (we are certainly advocates when the situation is right!), but I wouldn't trade our years of home schooling -- as hard as they were sometimes -- for anything on earth! I miss it.

Friday, November 13, 2020

Filed Under: Kids Will Be Kids

June 19, 2020 

William

Mission from Mom: make brownies to go with ice cream for Sr. Antonia's last night of visitation.

William's Preference: a million other things he'd rather be doing, not the least of which is making chain mail armor out of pvc and silver paint. Or reading. ðŸ‘“ Or playing with the dog. Or napping. Or anything but making brownies.

Strategy: wander in to where Mom is folding clothes and say: "How high does our oven go? Like, how hot?"

To which Mom responds: ❓❓

So he clarifies: "Does it go up to 700°?"

Sister Antonia is sitting next to me, and we look at each other with narrowed and knowing eyes. Sister says: "You don't have to double the temperature if you double the recipe, William!"

But he makes like exasperated and says: "No, no, no, I know that! I just want to be done twice as fast!"
This kid. God love him. I miss his face. I miss the comedy!



Friday, November 6, 2020

Father P -- Child Number Three

  Then

(About 5 years old. I think he was St. Aloysius Gonzaga this All Saints' Day.)



And Now

Still on the run! Good heavens! He's here; he's there; he's everywhere! 

On mission for God always. Fr. Philip Marie, CMRI

He's an organist, choir director, high
school teacher during the week
 and a mission priest in Idaho on
weekends


Baptizing his niece, Claudia. (I got to be proxy Godmother.) The Sacraments
are in his daily toolbox. He's been ordained for about two and a half years now,
but I'm sure he's already lost track of the baptisms, Confessions,
Holy Communions, and Last Rites he's been able to confer.
He probably remembers the weddings, though! He officiated at the weddings
of his brother, Kevin, and his sister, Cathy, for instance, and served at the 
weddings of his sister, Michelle and his brother, Dominic! (Can't tell you, as
a Mom, how awesome that is. Who ever would have thought?)




John Madden-style depiction of what will
be going on the altar at one of the weddings
or ordinations (not sure which). He is a master
flower arranger!

With a fan -- at his happy place.
























With Fr. Gronenthal, former teacher of all three younger priests here: Fr. Borja and Fr. Geckle (L & R on the ends), high school classmates and friends through the seminary years, now -- and on to eternity.



Fr. Philip is an extremely talented artist. Here
he's helping us repair and repaint our traditional
family nativity figures.



Not everyone knows this, but he's always been
a Baby Whisperer -- from childhood.




Always in for Nerf gun wars! Take no prisoners. (Except maybe this stuffed monkey.) Like his
brothers (maybe because he has five brothers!), he's a great athlete. I'm told he starts out the
school year in his PE classes by beating his kids in a footrace. He knows how to get boys to listen up!


With three of his sisters -- and me.
Father knows where all the best
 restaurants are. It's a gift.

Repairing a rosary here. He's good for that, too.



An Excellent woodworker, he's pictured here,
in the middle of rebuilding one of our book-
cases to fit out for the large statue of St. Patrick
he repaired and repainted for us.

Walking up the hill to Mount St. Michael, Spokane
with his brothers during one of the Fatima Con-
ferences, I think he spoke that year.


Baden, Germany, 2018

The best thing Fr. Philip does. Nothing else matters much.

 We love this man of God we've been so blessed with and are so proud of him, but we never stop praying for him. No other vocation is so targeted by the devil. This admonition we've heard most of our lives has been driven home in reality by having a son ordained to the priesthood. It's true. Our priests are on the frontlines on the war against evil and receive precious little support from the world -- when they are doing the one *real* thing that can even come close to satisfying for the sins of mankind. Please keep all our hard-working and under-appreciated priests in your prayers, and do everything you can toward their moral support, too. They are so vital in the grand scheme of things; we have a grave responsibility to take good care of all of our priests. They do so much for us! They stand between us and damnation -- individually and as a society. And there are so few of them. Pray for vocations!

The harvest, indeed, is great but the laborers are few. (Matthew 9:37)




Thursday, October 29, 2020

Us Nowadays


Us.

Since I haven't caught up on here in a while, here's a rundown of the family and what everyone's doing these days. Like as not, this is the worst kind of boring reading for the casual passer-by, but years from now, it'll all be riveting to us! The beauty of blogs!

Top to bottom:

That empty space on the top step we left on purpose so someone could eventually photoshop in Kevin and his wife, Ina, and their baby girl, Sophia. Together with Ina's parents, they just bought a beautiful Air BnB near a ski resort in the Bavarian Alps and are getting ready to open up. Their baby girl is one of the ten (and counting) sunshines in our lives and we can't wait to meet her and try out the BnB for ourselves! As soon as they decide this plandemic is over, we're heading over to Bavaria!

Top step, right: Dan and me. Dan's still working in IT, but has gotten to work from home since April. It's working out so well for his company, there's speculation it might become a permanent thing. Which we would love! It's only Dan, me, and the little dog, Dawsey, in the house these days, so there's no distraction problem, and he gets his tea and lunch brought right to his desk. He's loving it. So am I. 

When I'm not hiding the snacks from Dan (just kidding, honey), I'm working (when I'm motivated..) on literature study guides. A couple of them have been used already by our Catholic school teacher children for their classes; when I have enough put together, I'll publish, or offer them as PDFs, hopefully before the new year. Also working on that same novel I've been working on for -- what? -- three or four years now? Maybe I'll eventually finish it. It is called Timeless...

In the next row on the left is Paul's family. Paul, decided a couple years ago to move on from the USMC, and is now an upwardly mobile business officer for a medical tech company near St. Paul, MN; his beautiful wife, Nicole, is finishing up her Masters to become an audiologist. Our Minnesota grandchildren are the most delightful, polite children you can imagine: Gavin's going on 10; Evie is 6; and Lillian will be 3 in January. Can't wait until we see them again. Hopefully at New Year's!

Dominic's family is on the next step down on the right. They are in Castlerock, Colorado for the time being/ Monica is growing her photography business; Dominic is working electrical (last I heard with the Space Force at Buckley) and doing some wedding dee-jaying on the side. Little Margaret Mary (18 months) and Clara Bernadette (3 months?) are so darling; and Margaret is sprightliest, smartest little Irish lass you ever saw. We're hoping that Dominic and his girls will eventually move to the midwest. We can't get enough of them!

Next step down to the left is Michelle and Ben's family. Ben is working a diversity of jobs right now, managing the gun shop at Scheels and working up a financial business on the side; Michelle refinishes and sells furniture and is a spectacular Momma to Daria (4), Ella (3), Claudia (2), and Quinn (5 mos) They are all hearts of my heart. Since they live less than an hour away, we get to see them often and it has been the greatest pleasure watching all of them grow and learn and do -- from a grandmother's point of view. (snickersnicker) Love them all so much!

The next step down on the far right, looking bored, is Gabriel (16) -- and just sitting getting his picture taken is not on his list of favorite pastimes, for sure. He's a junior at St, Joseph's Minor Seminary near Coeur d'Alene, Idaho -- and rarely sits still this long. He's one of our most athletic sons, but is ultimately more interested in hunting and survival skills than sports. He's a daily (almost) server at the altar and is progressing very well in his studies. Always a gentleman, always thoughtful and hardworking, I cannot tell you how much we miss having him around! Can't wait to see him at Christmas!

In the middle on the next step down are our newlyweds, Cathy and Louis -- the reason for this gathering on the staircase. These steps were a focal piece of the reception hall where we had their 'Rain-checked Wedding Reception" at the beginning of the month. They were married April 4th, but due to (how shall we say?) circumstances beyond our control, we had to keep the reception following the (rather curtailed, to say the least) wedding pretty small. But we made up for it with the party this month! We're so pleased Cathy and Louis decided to call Nebraska home and live only twenty minutes away. Louis is moving up the ranks in his welding career, and Cathy is finally staying home and practicing her greatest God-given talent, homemaking, after quitting her job as a manager at the Omaha Hobby Lobby. Wearing the mask all day every day was making her sick -- and she's due in January!  

On the bottom step, on the left is Fr. Philip Marie, CMRI (with eyes closed; what is that, Fahter?). He's teaching and following his priestly vocation in all its duties, challenges, and rewards at Mary Immaculate Queen church, on the same grounds as St. Joseph Minor Seminary in Idaho., so, yes, he's teaching his brothers!  No kidding, though, they love it! This year I'm pretty sure he's teaching English and choir -- and maybe Phys Ed again? Father's such a busy guy, we don't get to see his charming self (and his famous pico de gallo) often enough! 

Anna is next to Father. She graduated from Mater Dei Academy in Omaha last year after two years in Catholic school ten years home schooled, so I was pretty used to having her around.  Seeing as she's my mini-me in a lot of ways, her company was a balm like no other (and a challenge. ;) ), but she's gone to the convent (CMD, Omaha) this year to try her vocation. As a postulant, the girls are given different tasks to help out the congregation in their duties, and Anna has gotten charge of four little kindergarten girls. Talk about the perfect first job! We miss her, but are proud of her -- and do get to see her every once in a while. She's a blur, running past, on the school campus usually, but, ah well, better than nothing. She's a beautiful blurr!

Next to Anna is Sr. Maria Antonia, CMD. She's 'stationed' in Phoenix, AZ at Our Lady of the Sun Church, teaching 6th through 8th grade (I think -- I'll double check and edit if necessary), as well as high school English, and piano lessons and playing the organ on Sundays. She is still the joy she has always been; we don't get to see her enough -- but are so grateful to live near the Mother House of the Congregation, so that when she does come home for feast days and special occasions, we can get little visits!

And last, but never least, is William. Technically a sophomore at St. Joseph's Minor Seminary, he takes all the classes of the juniors (and has followed their curriculum from day one in 8th grade), so he expects to graduate when Gabriel does, at the end of next year. He's an excellent student, a voracious reader, an almost daily server, and a sweetheart. I miss him dearly. I can't train Dawsey (our little dog) to start the coffee in the morning, and nobody else likes to watch the history documentaries like William and I do. Only about two months until he's home for Christmas, though. I am counting down the days!

The REAL Us.



Wednesday, October 28, 2020

Vintage Reruns

 So, I went to see my Mom a couple weeks ago. Having recently celebrated her 8th decade on earth, she's getting somewhat feeble in body -- but not in mind.

                                                                      ❤

She remembers every single little thing that happened 50 years ago, I tell ya.  And I'm ok with that, because, doggone if I haven't caught myself doing the same thing! At five and a half decades, I wince a little when I realize I'm starting to sound like an old rerun. But my Mom? She gets it, of course. She just smiles gently when I finish with her the iconic sentences belonging to the famous family stories, like:  

The Episode of the Giant Escaped Crab 

The Stolen Rowboat Scandal

* The Poop on the Shoe Incident

* Steve the Pyromaniac Meets the Norfolk Fire Department 

* Toddler Climbs on Roof, Doesn't Die, But Mom has Heart Attack 

Stories like that. Every family has them! (Tell me you do. You do, right? 😳)

My parents with the first four of us
Anyway, while I was helping rearrange my Mom's room last week to fit her handy-dandy new hospital-
type bed more comfortably in with her existing furniture, I came upon an obscure box tucked under a bookcase. In it we found my Dad's wallet. 

In my Dad's wallet, we found his driver's license, his military ID, his "in case of accident, call a priest" card, and one of those old fashioned, accordion-style photo organizers that used to come in wallets. Remember them? My Dad's is about ten "sections" long and each section is *stuffed* -- with every single school picture of every year of every one of his seven children -- plus some of his parents and of course, my Mom. ❤ That's almost 100 photos of the ones he loved.

Now, my Dad (gone about three years now) was a reserved man, as many fathers of his generation, you know. The "Great Generation." They were about *doing* not emoting. My Dad took for granted that his love was obvious in his practical care of all of us, body mind, and spirit. He didn't wear his heart on his sleeve. Nope. But we found out where he did. He wore it in his wallet.

And here. Here's a goofy little share, then, to go with the story: all 12 years of little me. (Not 13, because I graduated out of 11th grade.) Mom and I had a ball with these. 

* A2 - A4, I was in the principal's office more than I like to admit. Not for disrespect to teachers or anything like that, but usually for fighting with boys. I had less than no use for them. Darn their hides. (Why I identify with Scout in To Kill a Mockingbird.)

* The Infamous Hair Disaster year. See it? 3rd grade, A-4. They sent us into the photographer straight after recess without even combing and straightening us back up 'What *were* the Sisters thinking?" ;)

* (B-4) Wrote my first novella at this age -- but got in trouble (temporarily) for passing the notebook around in class, serial fashion, every couple days so my friends could see what happened next. (My teacher gave me amnesty after reading it, bless his heart. 😊 He didn't even red pen it!)

* Full On Dork Year -- when I was channeling Nadia Comaneci -- obsessed with gymnastics after the '76 Olympics. (C-1) Good thing I grew out of that -- literally! Gymnastics did a number on my back that I'm paying for now, 44 years later! 

* The Fuzzy Sweater Before the Disaster picture. (C-2) For years I couldn't look at this picture without a pang of loss. This sweater was my *favoritefavorite* article of clothing. Got ruined in the wash shortly after this picture was taken, though 😪 (by whom, we will not say, but she didnt act like she felt the same sorrow about the accident that I did. Could be she was sick of that sweater...  Hmmm...)

* The Long Long Hair picture -- though you can't see any hair here. (C-3) "Should've pulled some over your shoulder." I agree, I should have. It's never been that long since. It came down to my waistband -- and wavy/curly TANGLY. I was glad to cut it off.

* The 1980s Victorian Era (C-4, 11th grade) -- when the newest phase was high collar ruffles and I still didn't have a whole lot of use for the male of the species at this time -- but I might have given thought to one who quoted Tolkien, wore suit coats with patches on the elbows, and vests with pocket watches and who smoked a pipe. I think I was looking for a tall Hobbit -- but they didn't exist in my high school. =Sigh=

And then, the next year, when I was 17, I taught 1-3 at OLV -- and was "Miss Chenoweth."  No more school pictures, which I guess, proved in a tactile sort of way, that I was "grown up."  At least I thought I was. ;) I now know that that never happened. 

Anyway, thanks for indulging me while I put the "log" in blog and record these memories with the photos. It's likely I'll never forget any of this -- even when I can't remember what I had for breakfast this morning, but I won't always be here and these tiny wallet-size pictures that my Dad archived in his old wallet are now also archived here, along with the record of my parents' love for us -- and mine for them.


Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Family Week: Tuesday

"I think the family is the place where the most ridiculous and least respectable things in the world go on."

~ Ugo Betti (1945)

"Especially if you're a kitty."
~ Gigi

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Family Week: Monday

There's no vocabulary
For love within a family, love that's lived in,
But not looked at, love within the light of which
All else is seen, the love within which
All other love finds speech.
This love is silent.

~ T.S. Eliot

Or maybe not so much.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

The Nativity Scene at Our House, 2011

Built on the little yellow work table by the wood stove,
under one of the big north-facing windows, and comprised of:

* Eight Total Trees (decorated with ornaments and beads Christmas Eve)
* Two handmade bridges
* One beaten up, wooden "box" stable made by an old, old utility drawer
* One set of steps down to the west-side lower level, made by Jon a few years ago
* One set of steps down to the east-side lower level, made by Paul last week
* One pond, winding around the east side of the stable to
* One beaver dam
* Three rats
* Three raccoons
* Two beavers
* One hedgehog
*Two frogs
* One weasel
* One turkey
* Three "greater owls"
* Five or six "lesser owls"
* One squirrel
* One skunk
* Four turtles
* One bead spider in one wire spider web
* One hiding mouse
* Seven sheep
* Two sheep dogs
* Two shepherds
* One dear St. Joseph
* One beloved Blessed Mother
* One Divine Infant Saviour








(* Oh, and one cup of coffee for St. Joseph on Christmas morning.)