Anna started it by making a pouch to hold straws in my purse. Eliza really prefers drinking with a straw and we often end up at events with refreshments served but no straws available. So Anna whipped up this handy and cute calico straw pouch, and now we always have a straw when we need one. Next I made a tissue holder using the simple directions found here. (These are a quick and easy project for beginners and would make great little gifts, by the way.) I made two similar little pouches - one for holy cards (nice for little hands at Mass) and one for ladies' essentials (to keep little hands out). The large pouch holds our mantillas, which were starting to get ragged from being loose in my purse and getting caught in the zipper and such. I followed the same sewing method, using a satiny fabric for the liner so the lace would slide in easily. I also added a simple button and ribbon loop closure.
You formed my inmost being; you knit me in my mother's womb. I praise you, so wonderfully you made me; wonderful are your works! My very self you knew; my bones were not hidden from you, When I was being made in secret, fashioned as in the depths of the earth. Psalm 139:13-15
This is a coordinated effort of prayer and fasting taking place in 173 cities around our country with the purpose of ending abortion. The three components are prayer and fasting, constant 24/7 vigils outside of clinics, and community outreach including encouraging healing for those who have been scarred by the tragedy of abortion. As our priest so clearly stated in his remarks about this prayer campaign on Sunday, there are many evils and issues plaguing our troubled world today but
"the slaughter of the unborn in the womb towers above all others."
We will be taking part in this effort first and foremost by praying and fasting. This is something anyone and everyone can do, whether or not your city is actively involved with coordinated vigils. Scripture tells us the story of Jesus' disciples coming to Him and asking why they were not able to drive out certain demons. Our Lord replied that there are those that can only be driven out by prayer and fasting (Matthew 17:21). This scourge needs to be driven out of our land and we are excited to be able to pray and fast along with thousands of other people for this effort. Having a forty day period of prayer and fasting is also in imitation of Our Lord Himself, going out alone in the desert. There are many other Biblical instances of major transformations occurring after forty day periods, such as Noah and Moses and so forth. We always pray and fast during Lent but I don't think I've often fasted specifically for Life. I confess my yearly Lenten penances can become sort of rote and mundane, but I will be fasting and praying passionately for this cause.
I pray hearts will be changed and become open to Life. I pray more clinics will be closed. I pray that many, many people come to understand the sanctity of human life in all of its stages. I pray that those suffering from the results of this scourge find courage to seek hope and healing and experience God's infinite mercy.
Please consider joining in this great opportunity to get on your knees for Life.
We just enjoyed having my mother, aka Grammy Dear, here for a visit. My cousins were traveling through to see their relatives and kindly dropped her off for the weekend. It is always a delight to visit with family and to get reacquainted and share some time together.
My children spent most of their time just hanging around, wanting to be in her presence and waiting anxiously for her next tidbit of entertainment. Nothing monumental transpired, just family being family together. They didn't want to risk missing any of her funny stories or reminiscing. They didn't want to miss any Grammyisms. We heard about when her own father had asthma the only available remedy at the time was some scary sounding stuff in a green can called Asthmador.
She recounted how when he started to have an attack she and her three sisters would each go flying to do her part, each girl having her own appointed job. One would fetch the pan, one would get the matches, one would bring the green can, and the fourth would - well, Grammy couldn't remember what the fourth would do. But they would pour the powder into the pan and light it on fire and their father would inhale the subsequent fumes to ease the attack. My children were at once mesmerized and dissolving in laughter at this incredible remedy.
By popular demand, Grammy retold the famous story of the stolen hat. Grampy had a wonderful Tyrolean hat, a beautiful creation adorned with feathers and one whole side embellished with numerous special pins. They were riding on the subway in New York city when they noticed a man gesturing to his companions, rubbing his hands together in a signal (think ASL picnic). The men quickly got off the subway, then reached in through the window and stole Grampy's hat right off of his head, just before the subway started going again! And that was the end of Grampy's Tyrolean hat.
We laughed and laughed to hear about when Grammy was a little girl of six and was so excited with anticipation about her upcoming Christmas gift. Pleased as punch, she could hardly contain herself with expectation and glee.
She was going to receive her very own union suit!
And on and on it went all weekend. We in turn tried to entertain Grammy. The children somehow convinced her to watch the Narnia movie which she found altogether terrifying and utterly despicable. They made me watch that awful Narny!I didn't like it, she lamented to my cousins.
So you see I am actually very different from my mother. She doesn't drink tea. (yuck!) Or water. (blah!) Or milk. (brrrr!) She doesn't sew or craft or bake. At all. Not. Ever. She doesn't like chocolate (!) or cake (!) or scones (they have no taste). We playfully ate spoonfuls of fudge topped with whipped cream in front of her just so we could see her dramatic shudder. She doesn't even own a computer. When we took her to our beloved Traditional Latin Mass, which she hasn't attended in over forty years, her only comment was to flatly remark, That was different. We frustrated her with our free-spirited ways and night-owl habits. I'm sure we seemed unbearably loud and quite boisterous to a lady accustomed to living alone.
But of course it doesn't matter a bit if we are alike or not. She's our Grammy Dear, the Queen Mother, and that's that. We loved having her here and we adore her and there's no one else like her in the whole wide world.
Oh, and we're not entirely different, of course. Neither of us could possibly sit still through this:
As I settled myself in the pew at Sunday's Mass I admit my mind was wandering. I was thankful to have arrived early enough for at least some of the rosary, yet the fleeting, nagging thoughts swirled through my head in between the Hail Marys - How long would we 'last' in the pew this week? How many trips to the potty will my newly trained dynamic duo demand this time? Would either of them do anything especially mortifying in the next hour like standing over the air conditioning vents in the floor to watch their dresses 'poof' or tugging on my own too-loose skirt in the Communion line?Would I get any of those disapproving looks this week?
My ruminations were interrupted by a cheerful, smiling usher who leaned over to hand me a lovely holy card from a large stack in his kind hands. I looked upon this simple image-
and I read this beautiful reflection -
and I smiled. After processing this reminder, it was back to the Hail Marys for me.
Today's Freebie of the Day is a collection of Classic Children's Poems to Memorize. Originally published in 1906, this is a compilation of many familiar works of Longfellow, Wordsworth, Stevenson and the like as well as others that are new to us. As is always the case with the Freebie site, it's only available free for one day, so go ahead and download now. Here's a taste:
Like many other families, we have spent the last couple of weeks easing back into the full time school work.
Around here we can always identify the First Day of School - it's when Mom wears her apple earrings (with a wink and a nod to Ms. Frizzle). Then we know It's Official - the mandatory count of the one eighty has begun.
It's always an exciting time of transition and tradition.
And it always takes a little while to settle into the familiar rhythms and find the comfortable path we will trod upon for the year.
We've been revisiting old friends-
and making new ones -
because always making time for the unexpected is to be expected.
Who could ignore someone with hair like that?
We have newfangled things like these planners (who knew they were illustrated with horses?)
Remember, O Christian soul, that thou hast this day, and every day of thy life: God to glorify - Jesus to imitate - The Angels and Saints to invoke - A soul to save - A body to mortify - Sins to expiate - Virtues to acquire - Hell to avoid - Heaven to gain - Eternity to prepare for - Time to profit by - Neighbors to edify - The world to despise - Devils to combat - Passions to subdue - Death perhaps to suffer - Judgment to undergo.
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