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Following yesterday's remembrance of Saturday, I thought I would share with you some favorite memories from Sunday Mornings. It goes without saying for the "Padre" that Mass was a big part of my family's Sunday rituals. 6 of us kids, John, Jim, Jane, Joe, Jerry and Tom were all raised the same way but the connection with God & Church (different but related realities) took for two of us and the other 4 clocked out of discernable faith during the mid-adult years. No animosity, but a fair amount of disappointment by my parents who thought they did it wrong. Everyone has free will, and my siblings have their paths. I am a big fan of the invitation, not expectation method of trying to spark the fires of religion-faith-spirituality (again related realities but not identical).
After Mass & Sunday School - WRESTLING!!!!!! The locals program was Wrestling at the Chase, filmed on Saturday evenings, broadcast on Sunday mornings. Pat O'Connor, Gene Kenenski, Dick the Bruiser, Harley Race, Rick Flair, Andre the Giant and a whole host of other pre-WWE wrestlers were one of the greatest joys of watching TV with my older brothers. (Roller Derby & Creature Feature were on Saturday evenings - more fond memories). The Suplex, Sleeper-holds, Figure-four leg-locks and Iron Claws were the fun moves of the day, now nothing in the post WWE (which I appreciate - just took some getting used to the Hulk Hogan era)
The Sunday brunch was scrambled eggs mixed with bacon bits, toast and my father loved cooking the locally made weisswurst. Disgusting looking things, that tasted wonderful. How I would get an non-essential organ to taste them again. It wasn't a large meal, but it was always good. It interrupting wrestling was one of the worst things that could happen.
Horseshoes, Sunday rides in the country-side, playing cards, and watching some TV when the weather was bad were all part of the afternoon events leading up to a magnificent meal with various relatives and guests. The Sunday table was always decked out and there were usually a good 8 to 12 seats at the table and roast beef or pork was the norm. Roasted potatoes, carrots and onions browned in the roaster (mouth-watering) along with other veggies were all part of the Sunday feast. This meal usually happened midafternoon and company was leaving around 5 or 6.
The day wound down with Mom & Dad watching 60 Minutes and I would come back in for the Wonderful World of Disney which my parents usually watched with me. Sundays were not always like this, but many were during the 70's and mid-80's. When Mom & Dad finally sold the big house the chapter on these wonderous Sundays came to a close. You got the best of the Sunday memories, there were shit-shows and family drama gone sour, but who wants to read of those things on a Sunday morning. Happy Sunday virtual family (or phamily as they say over at Phetasy) and friends!
To be human is to have a collection of memories that tells you who you are and how you got there. - Rosecrans Baldwin
Today marks the three hundred and thirtieth birthday of the Frenchman FranƧois-Marie Arouet, better known by his nom de plume, Voltaire (1694-1778).
Born into a bourgeois family during the reign of Louis XIV, the āSun Kingā (r. 1643-1715), Voltaire suffered tragedy at a young age when his mother died. Never close with his father or brother, Voltaire exhibited a rebellious attitude toward authority from his youth. His brilliant mind was fostered in the care of the Society of Jesus, who introduced him to the joys of literature and theater. Despite his later criticisms against the Church, Voltaire, throughout his life, fondly recalled his dedicated Jesuit teachers.
Although he spent time as a civil servant in the French embassy to the Hague, Voltaireās main love was writingāan endeavor where he excelled in various genres, including poetry, which led to his appointment as the royal court poet for King Louis XV. Widely recognized as one of the greatest French writers, and even hyperbolically referred to by ...
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Good Morning, Digital Neighbors, and Blessed Sunday to one and all!
Sundays are for gratitude, and few things impact our lives more than intentional gratitude. It is not enough to say you are blessed or that you are fortunate; the actual naming of our blessings plants them deep in the heart, transforming us as persons rather than leaving us with the bland āthankful for everything.ā
Two years ago, I wrote this reflection on resentment and gratitude. In light of the celebration of our nationās 250th anniversary, I think itās worth revisiting. We can choose to be among those who are thankful for America or among those who find nothing but fault with it.
You cannot build a future based on resentments of the past. You cannot grow if you are mired in the injuries of yesterday. God and life do not call us to ignore such experiences, but He constantly calls us forwardāto be more, to receive more, to live more. Heal those wounds and work through those injuries, but do not be defined by them, and do not try to ...
