Oh, I loved this one. You won't believe how your story has some great links to things that have happened in my life. Whether you are Mormon, Catholic, or whatever, we all have to learn to press through life's trials. As my sainted mom used to say: " What doesn't kill ya, will strengthen you." Take care
Had to look you up, Lifehappens, since you have said that you like my stories. Just reading this first one makes me want to read all...so much to do...so little time. Keep it up.
kahlil gibran Love this author too. Thanks for the link. I wish I could learn how to link some day. Can you teach an oleteach new tricks?
Since you liked my little stories, I thought I should see what you write. Highly amusing, a wonderful idea! But wait, I am a grandma and my number still goes up...but slowly Ha! Nothing Yuck about it. You'll see when it is your turn, I pray!
K will be thrilled. I hope she had a great time with her grandparents. Has she mastered swimming too by this time? With school starting soon, she won't have much time to enjoy her new piano. Good buying strategies.
It's incredible what these young soldiers have experienced. Life will never be the same for them again. Thanks for posting this eye-opener.
As the first days at boarding school rolled by, I began to adjust. Life was different, very different than the life I had lived at my home. True, my teachers were very European in their ideas of discipline, food, work, values and spirituality, but they were gentle people, not lost in a world of mystic abstraction. They were nothing like some much later perverts who
Kingbee, your Latin is much better than mine. I had to go to google to find out what your phrases meant. If anyone else is interested here is where google sent me: heathmount.org/some_latin_mottoes.htm Link Thanks for your commentsSSG Geezer, chiprj and pseudo. You are kind.
greywar, I can see you are again testing my "gullibility for practical jokes"! I am happy to see that you remember all the important things about your upbringing. Your facility for Latin has improved. You are going to be busy excommunicating a lot of bloggers...they will not be interested in my old age reminicing about an age of innocence long since past. Your intro: "Naughty Catholic School Girls Late at Night" will lead them to believe they will be r
Greywar said: I am more comfortable in the company of people who are not self-centered retards. Don’t we all make our own little “ghettos” where we can be comfortable? Many of us do not like to have our little worlds disturbed by people who think differently than we do. When they dare to point out what they see as glaring errors in our thinking, we are up in arms, ready to defend our position with emotional outbursts of rage, name ca
This is only the second of your articles that I have read. I have stated some of these same longings in my blog, "Things that make me cry." We have to remember, we have no power to change others, we can only pray that the Lord will make those changes and let the power of the Holy Spirit make positive changes in our lives that we might be salt and light to those who meet us.
What a great tribute to one who evidently passed her ideals on to you. Pass the torch. Your description could easily be taken and applied to my own mother of whom I write often but not so eloquently as you.
Bravo! Thank God, that you and those who bear so much responsibility for our safety, are on the alert for the real dangers from fanatics on the loose. Good work! Glad to see your blog site is alive again. It has been rather too quiet.
Usually, I worked in the kitchen with two awe-inspiring, very French nuns, Sister Marcella and Sister Martina. What was so marvelous about Sister Marcella? Word had it, that at one time, Sister Marcella had seen a real ghost. Whenever I was around her, I wanted to ask her about that grapevine gossip, but I never got the nerve. She was always very quiet, hard working,
After a long night filled with jumbled dreams of home, my mother trying to scold me in strange French terms, meals made up of mysterious ingredients, being exposed naked before a roomful of taunting boys and nuns threatening to sent me home, I awoke to the gonging of an unfamiliar bell. Sister Agnes, who slept in a tiny room at the end of the dorm, emerged from it ,fu
No wonder your Son's name for fish was "Ishy!"
Greywar, you come by your fantastic ability to rationalize very honestly. Your mama has you bested for once. But, we both know, deep down where it really counts...two wrongs do not make a right, except in the clever way explained by a blogger by the name of Gerry Atrick. He proved his mother was not always right.
Soon after we passed the little village of Wild Rice, ND, Father pointed out St. Benedict’s Catholic Boarding School and the adjacent church. I gasped as I saw the large gloomy, gray buildings surrounded by a high wire enclosure. My heart jumped to my throat at the thought of being fenced in this strange place. My disconcerted mind began to whirl with harsh imag
Thanks, lifehappens. I am glad you enjoy them. Today was a busy one for me but a new installment will be on its way soon. Take care.
As the years went on, my older brothers and sisters left home, one by one, to earn a living. Finally there were left only the five youngest. I was second youngest. Every summer from the age of ten, I earned a little money by hiring out to baby-sit or help some farm family. I helped cook, clean the house, wash the cream separator, feed the calves, weed the
SSG RequiresPork~ Thank you for your charitable testimony of greywar. I truly appreciate it. Basically I know my son's innate character but with all the years of separation because of his dedicated military life and because of our large generation gap, I sometimes let my worried mother side surface unnecessarily. Bless you!
My, my, my son, you certainly have a very colorful, naughty vocabulary. I understand that you have been trained to do a job that you love and that you do well. For this, all of us, should be grateful. As we sit in our comfortable homes, enjoying our little everyday activities, we do need to remember the effects of hate that exists in the hearts of those who want to bury our country. I pray that the hatred that is in their
Where was the boss? Right behind you? Neat story.
Cute story and great description.
Slow and sure, you will get there. Come winter you can sit back in front of your fireplace and admire all the great work you have accomplished. Courage!
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