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.
This past Monday was Memorial Day. Long Beach, New York, always has such an especially nice parade. As always I made sure I marched in it with my Knights of Columbus Monsignor Cass Council 2626. Alas, when I took a picture of my council’s banner, our number didn’t make its way into the picture. However I got quite a nice photograph of our local division of the Ancient Order of Hibernians. Believe it or not my ethnic background is only half~Irish.
what’s your favorite number?
gems and navigating the city
through jersey eyes
lucky 7 wordpress photo challenge
Northeastern Pennsylvania’s Pocono Mountains are perfect for hunting and fishing in the spring. That’s why Tom, Jim, Burt, Jerry, and Wally decided to go there on their annual trip.
At 4:00 a.m. on Saturday, they arrived at their favorite spot, just off Route 115 in Bear Creek Township.
They unloaded all their equipment, food and beer, and everything else they needed from Tom’s truck.
After a long, quiet first morning, Wally reminded them, “We desperately need our licenses, boys. Pa.’s fresh water fishermen require a license. Where are they?”
There was dead silence for an unbearable length of time. Eyes rolled sorrowfully.
Thank you to Piya Singh for this week’s photo and to Rochelle Wisoff~Fields for guiding us weekly at Friday Fictioneers.