Friday, December 30, 2016

The Blue Castle





My favorite book by LM Montgomery is The Blue Castle.  Partly because I immigrated from Canada when I was four and only remember seeing snow, and my grandfather's house, and the frozen over lake.  
And of course, a character created by LM Montgomery is finally refreshingly modern and sassy.  Man, I get tired of these washed out characters such as Kilmeny, and Marigold(you are probably shocked to hear me say a six-year-old heroine is bland but that is my own opinion of the matter, forgive me).
On the other hand, The Blue Castle is literally the goods !  Valancy Stirling, an old maid at 29, tired of being quashed under the tyranical rule of her mother, decides to see the doctor about her occasional 'attacks'.  A doctor not respected by her family.  She receives a letter from same doctor that she has a rare heart disease and there is no hope of recovery.  At that moment she makes the decision to live the rest of her life as a carefree young woman, much to the shock of her overbearing family.  
And so in this way she discovers a world of love and beauty...





A Dedication, An Apology, and Salutations

This post is dedicated to:

The 23 people in the USA who view my blog.
The 7 civilians of France who peruse my posts.
The 2 villagers in Poland.
The 1 pleb in Germany who I hope I have not offended.
And finally, the 1 human being from Portugal.

Thank you for taking the time to glance over my disordered mess of dissertations, my terrible vocabulary, and my lack of knowledge in other languages.  So I take the risk to wish you all a Merry Christmas.

Merry CHRISTMAS!

Joyeux Noël!

Wesołych Świąt!*

Frohe Weihnachten!

Feliz Natal!


*In Poland, the interjection Wesołych Świąt also means Happy Easter. 

Joyeux Noël!

Merry Christmas!


Esther, Avila, Joe, Abe, Eph, Zachery




A long time, a different era passed since Josiah and me at eight years sang at Christmas Eve mass with the school children's choir.  Josiah has different and less joyous memories of the time than I have.  I was probably thinking mostly of my new hat and dress, and my pretty shoes.  Not to mention the sock monkey.    
I remember that Christmas so well!  The remembrance of Josiah's green face as we sang Go tell it on the Mountain, the feel of my black dress, the red rose pinned on my cardigan, being the only girl wearing a hat, and being a bit disappointed over the fact we were not going to sing in the choir loft.

That Christmas, Esther was three months old, we had never imagined Abel, and were living in a beautiful house in Salem on 2 acres.
This Christmas, we are living in the small, two-bedroom rectory in Sheridan.  We are very cozy, with a fat Christmas tree drying up in the living room.  Our window is peppered with snowflakes, our bookshelf is double stacked in parts, our couch is never empty, unless of course, Josiah is working with Dad.

This year I had drawn a blank on homemade gifts.   I'm too lazy, and the genie of creativity rarely speaks unless intimidated.  And so shopping at Goodwill brought gifts of old games from the early 1900s and later, cribbage, chess, checkers, Groove Move, Clue, puzzles(NO Thomas Kinkade!) and of course the old favorite, Connect-Four.

And the genie of creativity has spoken at last, for I was presented with a sock loom, circular knitting needles, yarn drum, and purple grips for crochet needles.
And yesterday, a trip to the library brought books on the fine art of Crochet.
I am ready to not only knit socks for every member of the family, but also I am ready to start anew in the Year of 2017.

Bless you!


P.S.  Josiah would like me to mention that in the first photo, he was not pinching Abel, he was holding him still(Psst! Same thing!). 

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Four Calling Birds

There is something beautiful about fake wings.  The angel wings of my old costume were cut up to create my first communion banner.  I remember folding them tightly in my fist just to hear once more the crackle of the polyester fabric.  I wish sometimes I had them again to hear that comfortable sound.   Comfortable seems hardly the word for it and yet I can think of no other adjective an the to describe my feeling towards my angel costume. Is is hereby declared as a strange blogpost for I am moving on to another subject

Thanks a million to the dear people who contributed to the Wonders of Wonders series!
Trinity Goffe
Lia S R.
Catia Boris
Ted Nortness
I retread your stories till I was half pirate, half biscuit, half pancake, half Meadowlark Stanton, and had a broken femur.  You guys are awesome!

The prize of Amazing Use of High School Vocabulary is awarded to Trinity Goffe. Your prize is a chocolate acorn cake-let.

The Endurance of a Broken Femur prize is awarded to no other than Catia Boris.  Your prize is sneak peek of my mystery Wicked Day.

Lia S R. Is being awarded the badge of Steal Like An Artist since you took your idea from Pirates of the C.  You are to be given an Amigurumi creation from Avidgurumi.  I'll send it so no worries!

Ted Nortness is awarded the merit badge of Cliffhanging.  You must finish the rest of Meadowlark Stanton!

Thank you all for sharing your stories!  Bless you.

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Wonders of Wonders V

My fellow adventurers,here is the next part of The Atlantian Bride. I hope you enjoy this as much as I.-Lia R.S        Introduction: A great darkness has arisen, pirates everywhere are disappearing, the Royal Navy is on the move and many are wondering if a War between the Pirates and Britain is converging. A young Pirate crew,a broken huntress, a mysterious lady, Jack Sparrow and co. and the Pirate Lords. All are tied together in this saga and only together can they stop "Her". Will they sort out their differences and band together or fall divided.....Darkness and War are coming, who will you stand with? 
The Atlantian Bride Pt 2 

Kit Serene the “ Shadow Vixen” watched and waited patiently at the docks spying on her prey, Jack Sparrow was just a few feet away from her hiding place, a stack of old crates. She thought of the stories her sisters told her of, a dashing rugged, seafaring pirate lord and immortal captain of the Black Pearl.
 “We’ll soon see about that” she mutters quietly “your “immortality” will not save you from your fate so easily this time” her heart quickened at the thought of her orders, “Dirzara” for “She” was the one thing that she believed she could trust, “Dirzara” was what kept her alive and trained her, “Dirzara” said “She” had saved her from the vile treacherous world and was helping her discover her potential her “true potential”. For “Dirzara” was her master and had commanded her to hunt down Jack Sparrow and kill him, her eyes silently watched as he spoke to one of the crew and started walking past her. Kit unsheathes her blade, a blade of pure black metal, even hilt, save a fox of red upon it, and prepares to strike. Now she thought thrusting her blade towards her prey, and suddenly a flock of chickens wander past, her blade catching a hen the hen lets out a dying screech “SCREEEEEEE!”;  
Startling the Captain, his companion and stirring up a commotion. As Kit wrenched her blade free of the hen’s body, the rooster flew up and attacked her face “Arg!” Kit shouted as she tried to defend herself. Kit stumbled, knocking into another group of pirates sending them into the water, into another group or through cargo and tipping the crates in the process, angered the pirates started fighting, in a few short moments an all-out brawl was started. Scrambling up from where she fell, Kit glanced at the Captain, she felt his gaze upon her “you there!” he shouted over the din, Kit took off, running in the opposite direction “wait!” he shouted as he and his companion ran after Kit. She knocked over stands and people as she ran; creating obstacles in Jack Sparrows path, putting on a burst of speed Kit slips into an alleyway and watches the pair race past.  Kit waited until her pulse stopped racing and the proceeded to draw her blade; determined to finish the task. When she felt a cold sensation; like ice, and heard a terrible, whispering voice inside her head; it was one of the Seven Ethereals summoning her. 
“Shadow, Dirzara Commands You to Return.” 
“Very Well.” she responds silently and the connection fades, cursing her ill-fated luck this day Kit closes her eyes as she steps into a shadow and vanishes; reappearing somewhere distant. 
Opening her eyes Kit is greeted by one of the Seven, Arorzael a winged spirit, “Greetings Shadow Vixen, Welcome Back to Serphyn.” (To be continued)

SAA Thank You!

12/2/16
My dear friends,

Over the past few days I’ve received many touching notes, beautiful drawings, lovely flowers, sugary sweets, prayers, and thoughtful visitors! I can’t tell you how much all of these things mean to me, I am extremely touched. : ) I’ve read your letters several times now and many of your notes told me how brave and tough I was out there on the field. Well, let me tell you something, let me tell you how brave and tough you all have been, especially Lee Rea, J. P. Guy, Mariah Godde, and Eliana Denham, who never left my side from the moment I fell to the moment I was taken away in the ambulance! I owe a special thank you to Guiseppe Forte for going to get help right away, and to Mr. Fredrickson, Mr. Van Hecke, and Miss Warnert, who stood by to give special support. Without your bravery I couldn’t have gotten through any of this. In order to tell you how much I appreciate you guys and everyone at SAA I need to tell you what happened from the time I got injured to the time I got discharged from the hospital.

After I heard my leg snap and was on the ground, people came to help me right away, people who stayed calm, cool, and collected. No one was freaking out except, well, me I guess.: ) Now, that alone takes guts! If you had not been calm I am sure I would’ve been less calm myself and as a result my pain level would have most likely gone up. So, that in itself is something to be proud of, not everyone can do that! All of you should become doctors or nurses, or something! : ) Also, you started praying for me right away, so I knew I was off to a good start! Your prayers showed me how strong you all are in your Catholic faith. I admire every one of you at St. Augustine’s for it.

It was truly a miracle that I was able to feel very little pain through the whole thing and was able to laugh and smile along with those who were by my side. Whether you realized it or not, God was truly working through you, my friends! : ) He was using your beautiful smiles and happy laughter to cheer me up. Those are gifts and you have used them for good! That was the reason why I was able to smile, laugh, have conversations with ya’ll, make up crazy stories about my leg, and sing along with you when I should have been in agony. God has blessed me with loving, caring people to take care of me and when I count my Thanksgiving blessings I count you twice! : )

Let’s speed ahead a bit. After the ambulance ride (which I gotta say was pretty fun), I arrived at the hospital and was taken immediately to the E.R. Everyone was extremely nice at CMH and although my leg felt perfectly fine and was still in no pain, that is when I started to cry. Suddenly, everything just hit me, everything that had happened. While I was in the E.R. the one thing I remember saying over and over again through my tears is “I don’t know why I’m crying! My leg feels fine”. My mom explained to me over and over again that I had gone through a lot that day and I was just feeling overwhelmed, but I still insisted that I shouldn’t be crying because my leg was not in a bit of pain. It seems funny to me now that I would be confused about why I was crying. Now I’m thinking *DUH! Of course you would start crying! You broke the biggest bone in your body!*. I guess why I’m telling you all of this is because in your letters most of you told me how amazed you were that I didn’t cry or scream. Well, I was definitely crying in the ER and the pain meds were known to make one emotional, but I’d like to think it was mainly because before I was surrounded by your brave familiar faces and so I wanted to be brave for you. Now that you weren’t there, it was a bit harder.
The next order of business was the x-rays, which showed that my femur had broken a clean break. This would make my surgery a lot easier. Also, they found out that I had stopped growing which was pretty much no news to me. : ) This also was fortunate, for if I had continued growing I could have ended up with uneven legs, my right longer than my left, which could cause other problems in future. So, you see, God picked the right time for this! : ) Although all these things were wonderful news, we still worried about why my leg had just snapped and from giving a piggy-back ride, no less. We were worried that maybe there was something wrong with my bones, but the doctor told us that my bones were perfectly strong and that what happened was just a freak accident. God had a plan in mind though so I’m sure this was no accident, but in any case, God was with me every step of the way due to your prayers! : )

I had surgery that night and the last thing I remember is hearing “Hotel California” playing on the radio before I was given the drug that made me fall asleep. I woke up an hour later feeling delightfully sleepy and painless; it was heaven! The doctor told us the surgery went very well, which was great! : ) There are three incisions in my left leg where they put in a titanium rod. I was told that in the years to come I would be able to have this rod taken out if I wanted, but a titanium rod in my leg just sounds too cool, so I think I won’t ever want to take it out! : D I was also told that every time I go through security the alarms wouldn’t go off like crazy. : )

Early Tuesday I had my first Physical Therapy which was the most painful thing I had experienced since the accident. Eventually I made it out of bed and used a walker to aid me, I could only walk five steps, maybe less, and then was put back in bed. This was a lot less than my goal. I’m going to skip ahead to later that night. That night my nurse was replaced by another nurse named Stephanie. She told me she wanted me to get out of bed soon and try walking again. Immediately, I thought of the pain the first PT had caused me and I got nervous. I told her about how it was earlier and how painful it had been and asked her if she didn’t think it was still premature. She told me that the more I got up, the quicker I would heal and the less pain I would be in. So, we began and this time I was a little calmer and the pain wasn’t as bad. Finally I was nearing the edge of the bed and my leg was in a lot of pain. I started to lose it and got scared; I wasn’t sure I could do it. My mom told me to think of all the people at school and what they would say if they were here. I started to think of everyone at school who had cheered me on, whether it was sports in P.E. or before I took a big test. I thought of Eliana in particular and I could clearly see her face and hear her say “You got this, babe”. I got closer to the edge. It hurt pretty bad and I knew that it was going to be terribly painful bringing my legs into a sitting position on the bed. I started to lose it again. Then Stephanie told me a story.

I was in an accident when I was eighteen, I got hit by a motorcycle which broke the lower part of my leg. My doctor told me I would never walk again, but I didn’t let that stop me. I got well and one day I got on my crutches and walked into the doctor’s office to prove to him that he was wrong. If I could do that, you can do this. I believe that you can.”
Dang! This girl is brave and a fighter. She was gutsy. I admire that; she is something amazing. Instantly, she became one of my heros. I made it out of bed and using crutches I made it to my goal! From there it got easier and easier like she said it would and the next day I was discharged. So, pretty amazing, right? I was only in the hospital for three days! I couldn’t have done it without your prayers, love, friendship, and support. : ) I know I won’t grow any taller, but I know I can stand tall knowing you loving people are my friends! : D Thanks for all the support. I’ll come hurrying back soon, but I’ll remember not to run, Mr. Van H.! ; )

Love,
Clare Bagdazian

P.S
People are going to have to give me piggy-back rides when I come back to school; just don’t break your femurs! ; )





Friday, December 16, 2016

Wonders of Wonders IV


Hey "Avid" here is part of a story I'm writing, the first part anyway. Let me know what you think-Lia
The Atlantian Bride Pt 1


(A story from the Pirates of the Caribbean)

  The Atlantian Bride was owned by the Fidelity Ship Liners a company located on the Ilse of the West, in the Ayrisan Sea. Her crew was led by Captain Efayrin Lionheart (the first piratess on the Ilse of the West). It was a stormy day at the City of Carlyn, the Atlantian Bride had just returned from a cargo run to Riventown; her crew was at the Unicorns Tavern, celebrating another safe voyage. 
“A toast to Captain Efayrin Lionheart!”  
Skipper said “for proving once again who the mistress of the seas really is!” 
“Aye!” all those in the tavern shouted lifting their ales to the young piratess.
 “Long live the Pirate Lords!” Efayrin said standing up and raising her ale to her fellow sea raiders, “Long live the Pirate Lords!” they echoed back. 
Efayrin sat down, she felt her old comrade Will Iron’s gaze upon her 
“what?” she asked 
“oh nothing except the fact that you’re becoming quite a scallywag.” 
“As I should be," she replied "after all I am soon to be a legendary pirate lord, with a legendary crew.”  
“True and not true” he said 
“what do you mean by that?” she asks.
“what Will meant is that we still have a long way to go before we become legends.” 
Skipper and his twin Tagg Treaty chorus, 
“You got that right.” Charlie Maleth says “I’ll second that” Ivan Carrs says, “ditto” Percy Johnston adds.  
“Really boys have a little faith in yourselves we’ve made it this far!” Efayrin says looking pointedly at her friends
 “So we haven’t gone any raids yet big deal, we’re still the youngest and successful crew to get this far yet!” 
“And we proved that a thief, a pair of insufferable twins, a slow witted lad, an old one handed seadog veteran, and an orphan, could be one of the best hardworking, dangerous pirate crew like the rest of them!” Will states 
“Aye!” they all shout.      

Now around this time the Royal Navy was sailing out to capture and liberate any pirates caught breaking the law. Their commander was Sir Edward Weston, a man with a fierce hatred for pirates and magic alike. Sir Edward was looking out to the open sea before him and smiled for the pirate’s world was filled with chaos and soon their world would not exist and order would be restored. Yes he thought with a grim satisfaction, a world of order and peace……… and the pirates wouldn’t know what hit them. 

Submitted by Lia Seenauth of Whiteman MO.   Wonderful!  I never read a pirate story before, and was very intrigued by this.  Hope for more to come!

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

The Back Story of the Christmas Tree

The evergreen tree was used to celebrate winter festivals of pagan origin. The Pagans would decorate their homes with evergreen boughs during the winter solstice to ward off evil spirits and witches.
  In the same way, the early Romans marked the solstice with a feast called the Saturnalia in honor of Saturn, the god of agriculture. The Romans knew that the solstice meant that soon farms and orchards would be green and fruitful. To mark the occasion, they decorated their homes and temples with evergreen boughs. In Northern Europe the mysterious Druids, the priests of the ancient Celts, also decorated their temples with evergreen boughs as a symbol of everlasting life. The fierce vikings in Scandinavia thought that evergreens were the special plant of the sun god, Balder. 


Germany was thought to have first used an evergreen tree to celebrate the birth of Christ. 
Martin Luther is believe to have first introduced lighting candles and fastening them on the boughs. The story goes, Martin Luther was walking home one night, going over his sermon for the christmas service when he saw  large firs pointing to the stars above.  This inspired him to create a scene for his family in the living room by erecting a small tree in the parlor and decorating it with candles.   I have my doubts about this fact, it may have been dreamed up by the Lutheren Church in order to create a "lovable" character out of Luther.   Even if I try hard I cannot seem to associate Martin Luther with the tradition of decorating the Christmas tree.  To be cont....



Monday, December 12, 2016

Wonders of Wonders III

Meadowlark Stanton took off his coat by the window in his hotel street. He gazed down onto the icy streets. A lone streetlight flickered in the drifting snow. The cold was biting outside. Men and woman walked stiffly, with coats and scarves wrapped to their noses. Meadowlark shivered. In corner of his eye, something brought his attention. A rose in a glass sat on the desk next to him. He smiled silently to himself. Meadow reached and gently lifted the flower.  He held the flower to his face.  The flower bright back memories, he thought he forgot. Memories which were short and sweet. These memories brought back the usual depression, and Meadowlark frowned. A piercing pain throbbed in stabbed his thumb. He exclaimed loudly, and the rose fell back down. Meadow sucked the blood from his thumb, and sat on the couch. Happiness, is never forever. Every rose, has it’s thorn.The phone rang loudly, and Stanton jumped. He groaned, and picked it up.
 “This is Meadowlark Stanton, Private Detective. To whom am I speaking?”
 “Meadow, you poor old dog.” Stanton smiled. “Hey there chief. How in the devil did you get this number?”
 It was the chief of Scotland yard, Norrin Roberts. He’d been friends with Roberts since the first days of the academy. He’s always find him attempting to flatter the other girls there, and failing of course. Norris was a ladies man, although the “ladies” didn’t consider him that way. Norris let out that loud, jolly laugh that was so familiar. “Had some help from the boys in tech up here. How’s life, Sherlock?” Meadow rolled his eyes. 
“Why do you ask that? You know you're not going to get much of an answer.” 
“So nothing new? No new trips? New adventures? New things? Perhaps new… people?” Meadow could tell Roberts was grinning. “Alright, alright, cut it out.” Roberts laughed again. “Ah, come on big brother. You know I kid.” Meadow couldn't help but smile at his playfulness. Meadow finally noticed, he needed somebody to talk to. But Norris called for a reason, and Meadow was determined to figure out what that reason was. “Yeah, yeah. Why was I called, Roberts?” He heard a chuckle over the phone. 
“There’s the Meadow I know. Always business. Can’t you have some fun sometimes? You should get out more. I know a plac-” 
“Roberts.” Meadow interrupted. “Answers.” He heard him gulp. 
“We need you on a case again Meadow.” Meadow contemplated this. How long ago was his life in law enforcement. Two years. Was it time to come back? Meadow looked around the room. This life wasn’t doing him much good. “What kind of case?”
 “Homicide, and it’s a doozy.”  Meadow took a deep breath. “When can I start?”   

By Teddy Nortness.  Continuation of Inquisition of Prof. Plumpfront.  Well done! the relationship between Meadowlark and the Chief Roberts is delightful. 





Saturday, December 10, 2016

Star of Bethlehem


For Unto us a Child is born, Unto us a Son is given.... Isaiah 9:6-7 
By Zachery-Emmanuel.

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Wonders of Wonders II: Older Sister Fiascos


The boys were starving to death (so they said by their words and actions), so I decided to make them some pancakes. As we have a pretty large family, and they all have rather voracious appetites, I decided to make a quintuple batch. (!) The recipe, multiplied by five, called for 15 teaspoons of baking powder. (!!) I, for some reason, thought that it said baking soda. So I put fifteen teaspoons of baking soda in and then expected my long-suffering family to eat them! (!!!) My brother Aidan took a bite and choked. I turned pale (figuratively) and took a bite and also choked. They were all disgusting and not even a gallon of maple syrup could help. So we threw them away and for some time after that I was very careful about the difference between soda and powder! -Trini  

Mom had left for a quiet retreat putting me in charge of the meals.  I was very excited because I believed this to be a chance to show how responsible and what a wonderful cook I was.  I took cooking seriously and began making banana bread, tomato sauce, spaghetti and everything I needed to make a delicious meal.  Everything turned out beautifully and I was confident I was a boon of a cook.  The next day I decided to start early with simple biscuits. I rolled out the dough and cut out little crosses painstakingly with a knife and slid the pan into the oven. About twenty minutes later I took the pan from the oven and admired the golden crust and the brown edges.  Upon consumption, my siblings began to grimace and looked at the huge platter of tiny cross shaped biscuits with new eyes.  
I took a bite of one particular fat biscuit and choked.  The biscuits tasted as if they had been made with sawdust and gas! 
 The moral of this story is take baking soda with a grain of salt and follow instructions perfectly.  Do not become over-confident when trying a recipe you have never made before.                                                                                                                            -Avid

I even took a picture of them for I thought they looked so appetizing.  Joke on me!  

Monday, December 5, 2016

Advent Paragraph from Good Shepherd Catholic Bulletin

Adventus means arrival or coming in Latin. Advent is a time of preparation for Our Saviors birth. Four candles are lit on the Advent wreath to symbolize four weeks(or four Sundays) before Christmas. It is also the beginning of a new Church year. The color for the coming of the King is purple to symbolize royalty. On the third Sunday of Advent(Gaudete Sunday) the vestments worn are Rose to call to attention the close arrival of the newborn baby Jesus. During Advent we give up various attachments to ready our home and our souls for christmas. The Prayer of St. Andrew is said throughout Advent to bring blessings to our new Year as the universal Catholic Church. Contributed by Avila Dauvin

The Jesse Tree from three years ago...our ornaments are still in storage but we are reading the Jesse Tree readings every evening.
Creation, Banishment from Eden, Cain and Abel, and Noah and the Ark.

P.S. Incidentally, upon close examination, the ornaments are not in order, but they still are beautifully placed by small hands.

Saturday, December 3, 2016

Wonders of Wonders

Its that time of year again! This is the first installment of the December series, Wonders of Wonders.
Trini Goff resides in Keizer with her younger siblings. She is an aspiring writer, reader and sophomore.


The Sudden Disclosure

The old man sat alone in the study. Firelight flickered off the walls and ceiling, casting grotesque shadows that lengthened as the fire died. He was waiting for something that always made him happy, something that happened once a day, something that no one could have but him. He was waiting for thoughts from the King of Faery.
After a while, in which the fire got lower and lower, one came to him.
“I am walking down a corridor”, he thought. “What am I doing? Ah, I see now. I am walking swiftly away from something I do not want. Kingship!” he thought suddenly and inexplicably. “But no, that is not right. That makes no sense. Imagination. That is what I am fleeing. I come to a door. What am I seeing? More than I want.” the dream changed. “Now I am talking to a king. The king of the Faery? But he is different than this.” Then a myriad of images flitted quickly past him, but imprinting themselves indelibly into his mind. And it was his life he was reliving. And suddenly, with a blinding flash of recognition, he realised how much he had been lying to himself, how much he had been deceived by his own thoughts.

“I have lived a long life”, he told his curly-haired grandson later on. “And during it I believed everything I made up.”
“You must have been very stupid, Grandpa!” said the little boy unthinkingly.
“Oh no, not stupid,” said the old man, smiling. “Only misinformed.”

The Faery king smiled to himself, unseen, in the darkness. He had succeeded.


There is still time and space for your stories, thoughts, jokes etc on this blog! The series will go on till Boxing Day 2016 so keep on thinking. Thank you Trini for your mysterious and alluring story and for the time you put into it.