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What a delightful June we had. I think once again upon the poem by James Russell Lowell that I first heard from the mouth of Allan's mother: "What is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then heaven tries earth if it'll be in tune, and over it softly her warm ear lays: Whether we look, or whether we listen, we hear life murmur, or see it glisten." As you can glean from this month's feature story, we had perfect days in June for Classic Car Nights in Victoria. See related pictures online in Sue's Album. *** We spent a couple June weekends in Marshall, MN, with my parents and whichever siblings were also there. Father's Day is a singular day in June, and it's pretty rare that a father at age 93 like my papa can be in such good shape physically and mentally. Thank you, Nancy, for the delicious crock pot quesadillas and banana cream pie. See related pictures online in Sue's Album. *** The following June weekend was a family reunion of sorts, as we attended the funeral service of my Aunt Clarone and Uncle Bob Williams in Minneota, and then the burial of their cremains in the St. Eloi Catholic Cemetery in Ghent. Many of my first cousins came for the occasion, from several locations across the nation, and it did my heart good to see them and visit a while. I don't see my cousins very often but I can rattle off their names in order of birth in their families. By some years, I'm the oldest of 29 cousins on my mother's side and so did not grow up as playmates. See related pictures online in Sue's Album. *** Generations of my family are buried at the Ghent cemetery, and nearly all the names on the headstones are familiar to me, not just our family names. The headstone for my parents also stands in place, awaiting the future. Allan and I have purchased a plot in the St. Victoria Catholic Cemetery, but we haven't yet taken the next step of getting a headstone planted nor, thank God, of getting ourselves planted. There are no related pictures online in Sue's Album. *** A spoiler in this column related to June is the shooting, the killing, the murder of five people in a newspaper office in Annapolis, Maryland. Some talking heads insist that our nation spend more time addressing mental illness or the availability of guns. Those talking heads, and the stalwarts who adhere to that rhetoric, are either ignoring or blind to reality. The problem is hatred, wickedness, anger, jealousy, contempt for others. In other words, the problem is lack of a good heart. Our granddaughter Addie was in Maryland on that dreadful Thursday, June 28th, having advanced to nationals for her outstanding score on the Future Business Leaders of America exam. Although Addie was in Baltimore and not Annapolis at the time, it brings things close to home. *** What made June 29th such a perfect day, despite the 100-degree temperature? Spending time with son Nick and his family at Bunker Park Stables up in Coon Rapids. Our little granddaughter Sophie spent two days at a Horse Camp there, and the staff and youngsters put on a show that Friday afternoon. Sophie handled her horse -- a pretty appaloosa named Oboe -- very well and sat up so straight and proper in the saddle. I was surprised to see how much she learned in two short days. Sophie now can trot a bit, steer a horse around poles, and maneuver small obstacles, not to mention mount and dismount all by herself. Most surprising to me was that she learned to saddle the horse and, after the show, take off the saddle. Sophie is only nine years old. See related pictures online in Sue's Album. *** Also in June, I was finished with medical appointments. The urologist went first, then my personal doctor checkups, then the orthopedic surgeon, and, finally, the physical therapist. I'm consciously aware every day that I can now easily do the stairs, one step after another, that I can walk well, even for a lengthy time at the Mall of America, that I can drive and that I can kneel without favoring my left leg, and I can get in and out of the bathtub without difficulty. I've come to see it all as miraculous. First, I lived, and, second, I healed, and that in a short time, without surgeries. I've also come to see the "accident" as a hellish attack. There was an army of demons in Ireland when that car plowed into me on April 3rd, as they were assaulting the country and its prolife constitution. Since my "accident," they can now legally murder Irish babies in the womb, like in America. |
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July 2018 |
