“Honey,” Leo begged Sylvia, “for my birthday, can we please go to Staten Island?”
“STATEN ISLAND?!?” she screamed. “What in the hell kind of complete LUNATIC begs for STATEN ISLAND?!”
He explained, “Until my twelfth birthday I lived in Queens. I’ve been to the Bronx, Brooklyn, and Manhattan a brazilian times. What am I, cursed, I can’t spend one day on Staten Island?!”
Gazing at him dumbfounded she whined, “Wow! If I’d a known I was marrying such a hardship case, I’d a listened to my parents and married Orville Kruger~”
“Never been to Staten Island~such a heartache!!”
Thank you to Jan Wayne Fields for this week’s photo prompt. Rochelle Wisoff~Fields guides us weekly in Friday Fictioneers, an attempt at hundred~word storytelling.
I’ve been a lay Carmelite ever since October 2001. The Order is quite ancient and has its origins well before the eleventh century, traditionally hearkening back to before the Birth of Christ.
The Order, since the days of Sts. John of the Cross and Teresa of Avila in Counter-Reformation Spain, has been divided into two main branches, the Discalced, and the Calced (or Ancient Observance). Although they have much in common, each branch has its own separate customs, rules, and traditions. Each month of the liturgical year has at least one Carmelite feast day.
July is quite an important month for Carmel since it’s the month during which we honor both St. Elijah, the Prophet and our Father, on the twentieth; and the Virgin Mary. Mary gets two days. The first is the Solemnity of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel on the sixteenth. Her other feast day is the Mother of Divine Grace, on the twenty third. It’s on the nineteenth in Europe. Sts. Joachim and Anne, parents of the Virgin Mary, are also honored on July 26 as the protectors of the Order.
Carmelite Feast Days
Midnight In the Pantry
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the everyday photographer
I spent a few hours this past weekend at the Long Beach, New York, annual Arts and Crafts Fair on the boardwalk. Yesterday I wanted to try to take a picture of a plane with either a banner or skywriting. Unfortunately I wasn’t quite fast enough.
“Mr. Faffner,” Satan explained to Harvey, “On this day in 1812, Beethoven began writing a famous love letter to his Immortal Beloved.”
“Did you also know,” he continued, ‘that on July 7, 1940, Ringo Starr was born?”
Harvey cringed, begging helplessly for an explanation.
“As Lucifer, my good man,” The Father of Lies continued, “I was in charge of music.”
“Little do you know how easily I deceive and destroy people with it.”
“People warned you not to join that band. Don’t you remember what I did to John Lennon?”
This week’s photo prompt is from Jan Morrill. Rochell Wisoff~Fields is our weekly Friday Fictioneers moderator.
Please purchase this new book, about the Holy Rosary, a favorite prayer to the Blessed Virgin Mary. It was written by Father Donald Calloway, M.I.C.
O’Brien was talking happily about the canonization prospects of Pius XII, and Rabinowitz, as always, begged to differ.
“Haven’t you read Rolf Hochhuth’s “The Deputy”? He blurted out.
That’s as big a load of garbage as Maria Monk’s novel in the nineteenth century.” his friend reminded him.
“Pius saved no fewer than 860,000 Jews. He ghost wrote Pius XI’s “Mit Brennender Sorge”.
“Chief Rabbi Israel Zolli changed his name to Eugenio and his family converted.”
“Read Sister Margherita Marchione instead of that fanatical poison and you’ll see my point, old bean. Facts and figures are better than ideology.”
Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff~Fields both for supplying this week’s photograph and for being our weekly Friday Fictioneers fearless leader.
This picture was taken on my sister’s birthday in 2014. She, her family, and I went to Yankee Stadium in the Bronx. I’ve never been a sports fan, and considering that I’m originally from Jackson Heights, I’ve always told people that I’m an honorary Met fan. I took the picture with my Canon digital camera. As good as that camera is though, I now take pictures exclusively with my Tracfone LG Android camera.
curve ~the daily post photo challenge
Because Claude obeyed his Mommy and Daddy, his fairy godmother granted his wish.
She brought his favorite doll, Mr. Fleener, to life.
There was one condition though:
“He must never play ‘My Gal’s A Corker’, lest he die.”
“Never refer to Shakespeare, and he won’t play it.”
All went well for weeks at a time. Mr. Fleener mostly played Big Band era standards and show tunes.
One night Mommy and Daddy went to visit family and left Claude with a baby sitter.
“Oh No!!” he gasped. “Not Rhoda the English major!!”
From afar they heard: “My Gal’s a Cooorker”!!!
This week’s photo prompt was supplied by John Nixon. Rochelle Wisoff~Fields leads us weekly in Friday Fictioneers.
Not sure I’ve ever heard of this writer before, but in what I would call scholarly prose, he accurately diagnoses the ills of Western Civilization and their increasingly inevitable effect. To put it bluntly, we be hosed. The source of our hosing? Leftism, of course, the same leftism that pretends it is bringing a human […]
via Very good analysis on the hastening destruction of Western Civilization — A Blog for Dallas Area Catholics
Raymond De Souza, K.M., of EWTN, is on my Facebook friend list. Unfortunately I found out, by way of a post of his this afternoon, that there is big trouble afoot in the Scranton Diocese. My parents were both from northeastern Pennsylvania, and I lived, for around seven and a half years, in the Borough of Wyoming. I was a parishioner at Our Lady of Sorrows (now St. Monica’s) in West Wyoming. I have always been rather fond of northeastern Pennsylvania so I was quite disappointed to find out that St. Peter’s Cathedral, the mother church of the diocese, on November 23, 2015, hosted an interfaith service during which the Moslem god, Allah, was invoked.
Besides that, and other Moslem references, a woman was allowed to read the Gospel.
controversial interfaith service
Considering how controversial Islam has always been, this service must have raised quite a large number of eyebrows. According to all I’ve been reading about the service, and the comments on Mr. De Souza’s page, Bishop Joseph Bambera may have quite a difficult time explaining the decision to allow such an event.