Morning Walk

The celebration of the Eucharist at St. Philomena’s was something I planned to attend last night when I retired to bed. This morning at 6:30 I was thinking of excuses not to attend and to stay between the flannel sheets. The spirit moved me out of bed at 6:40 and after an abbreviated yoga routine I got ready to walk the one mile from our home to the church. Once I was out of the house and walking down the hill I was grateful to be up and moving at a time when most of our village is still not quite awake. The air was still, the sky was blue and I was grateful to be up and out. Fifteen minutes later I arrived at St. Philomena R.C. Church. Mass today was in the chapel. There were four other people plus Fr. Marino in attendance. I actually arrived in the middle of the first reading. I love the little chapel. It is such and intimate setting for what is really a celebration of the Lord’s Supper or Passover Seder which took place in a dining room not in a synagogue.

Following Mass I continued my walk down Plymouth Avenue to Main Street and throughout the village for a total of over five miles. Walking can be a contemplative exercise and I like to think that my walks are just that. I’m grateful to be alive and able to walk about and enjoy the sights and sounds of life in a small village and one that has been my home for over thirty-five years.

A grateful heart

I just want to say thank you for the good fortune in my life. Today has been a full day. Breakfast with fellow retired educators, volunteer time at the local library, lunch with two former colleagues and the ability to walk over six miles today. I also got a call from a client who needed my assistance. Retirement was a big if a year ago and there was concern for what I would do. Now, I can see that I’ve got lots to do and many ways to help others. Namaste!

Mom’s Birthday

Tonight we’re celebrating Mom’s 87th birthday. It’s the day of the week when we can assemble the family. Mom’s actual birthday is Wednesday, November 6. She came bouncing into this world in 1926. She’s seen a lot in her life. I often marvel at all the storms she’s weathered and with grace too. She lost her Dad at the age of four and moved with her Mom and brother to live with my Uncle Bill and his family. This was in the days before social security. Seven people living under one roof with just one bathroom. That was in Jackson Heights, Queens, New York. Mom went to parochial school where there were over forty students in one classroom. Upon graduation from high school she won a scholarship to D’Youville College in Buffalo, New York. She made the commute in those days on the New York Central which is now Amtrak. It was eight hours from home. She made the transition to college life well and excelled. She graduated from D’Youville in 1947 Magna Cum Laude and then was admitted to Fordham University where she received a Masters in Mathematics in 1948. She returned to Buffalo and D’Youville College where she taught for few years.  After returning to Buffalo she met my Dad who was a student at University of Buffalo. They got married and eventually settled in Western New York.  She worked alongside my Dad in the dental office until his health began to wane. Then to make ends meet she returned to teaching in 1970. Dad died in 1973 and she was left a widow with almost none of the rights women enjoy today.

Mom provided a home for my brother, sister and I and she did so on a teaching salary that was less than $8,000 per year. She never complained. She has always been an optimist.  She remarried in 1980 to the love of her life and was treated to fourteen more years of a great marriage to a wonderful man that we all called Dad.

She became very active in the community and served on the Arcade Library Board, The Wyoming County Hospital Board and has been part of Delta Kappa Gamma for over forty years. She’s a member of the Ladies Auxiliary of the Veterans of Foreign Wars. She’s been active in her church and frequently takes communion to those who are unable to make it to the Eucharist. Every weekday following Mass Mom can be found at the local McDonald’s with other women of St. Mary’s Parish in Arcade, New York talking about their faith and the community in which they live.  I love my Mom and I’m proud of her. Happy Birthday Mom!

The Third Act

I love TED talks. They are a preferred learning network and yes I prefer them to regularly scheduled cable television. Tonight I watched a couple of really interesting and inspiring talks. I’m approaching another birthday. Next month I’ll be sixty-one. Recently I retired and I’ve been exploring what that means for me. This talk by Jane Fonda about “Life’s third act,” is profound for me because it inspires me. Though I’ve entered my seventh decade of life I’m still young at heart. I still love learning and sharing what I’ve learned with others. Retirement has given me an opportunity to pursue some new ventures like working at the Warming House. I’m able to spend more time reading and writing. Just this week I’ve returned to daily Mass at the local parish. Daily Eucharists were part of my life as a young man.  I hope you enjoy this talk as much as I have and that you draw from it inspiration for your own journey.

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All Saints

Today is the feast of All Saints. This morning’s walk to St. Philomena’s was more arduous than normal as I had to lean into a twenty mile an hour headwind. Following the twenty minute walk from my home to the church  I was greeted by Fr. Robert Marino. Along with Fr. Marino I spotted many friends and others I have not met yet. One thing that impressed me was the number of congregation this morning. Here at 9:00 am in a small village in the foothills of the Alleganies were nearly one-hundred of the faithful. The altar was adorned with the fruits of the harvest and included several pumpkins. I have been attending Mass at St. Philomena’s occasionally for the last thirty-five years and never have I seen such beauty.  The parish is growing and that’s palpable. There can be no doubt that Fr. Marino has captured the imagination of the community. Fr. Marino’s homily was a story of his own grandmother and the role she played in his vocation as a priest but more than that her  embodiment of what it means to be a saint. His homily reminded me of a quote from Mother Teresa, ““Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great love.”
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A great start for the day

Today I began my day at St. Philomena’s Roman Catholic Church. As a young boy I attended daily Mass, often serving as an altar boy. Yesterday I met Fr. Robert Marino, Pastor of St. Philomena’s and he told me that Mass on Wednesday would be at 9:00 am followed by Adoration of the Eucharist. As I entered the chapel at St. Philomena’s this morning I was moved by the ambience. Here a simple chapel adorned by a few statues, one of them of St. Anthony and the Child Jesus. A painting of Our Lady of Guadalupe and behind the altar, the San Damiano Cross. There was decidedly Franciscan tone. The chapel was warm and inviting and there were four ladies who welcomed me as I entered. Mass began promptly at 9:00 am and I was treated to an intimate experience of the Eucharist. Fr. Marino introduced me to the others in attendance and that made me feel welcome too. Following the Mass, Fr. Marino prepared the monstrance for adoration, placed it on the altar and we sang Pange Lingua. As we sat in the quiet and presence of the Eucharist I reflected on my good fortune to be part of this community. Peace.

A Franciscan in Blue Jeans

Just yesterday, my friend Br. Kevin showed me a flyer detailing an event occurring soon on the campus of St. Bonaventure University. Fr. Daniel Horan, OFM will be speaking at 4:30 pm on November 7, 2013 at the University Chapel, Doyle Hall. His topic is “A Franciscan in Blue Jeans: How Thomas Merton Became and Remained a True Franciscan.” I look forward to attending the lecture because I’m a Thomas Merton fan and I’m sure that Fr. Dan’s talk will be good. Merton once applied to be a Franciscan Friar but was withdrew for personal reasons that are spelled out in his biography “Seven Storey Mountain.” Merton came to St. Bonaventure to teach English and along the way became a Secular Franciscan prior to entering the Trappist Order in December of 1941.

Almost Snow

Today following breakfast I walked from my home into the village and along North Main Street past Franklinville Central School. I intended to stop at Maple Haven Restaraunt on the north side of the village to purchase some oatmeal raisin cookies that they sell there. I stopped to visit a former co-worker who hailed me as I was ambling past the high school. It was good to see Sue again and we caught up a bit since our last visit a couple of months ago. Looking up North Main and just above the horizon I could see the dark gray clouds that usually precede snow. When I left the house this morning I had checked the thermometer but not the forecast. Snow was in the forecast for tonight but I don’t remember hearing anything about today. Now, though as I made my way along I could see  and feel the precipitation which was almost snow. The wind began to pickup and the slight chill in the air was accentuated by the presence of nearly frozen precipitation. Dressed only in a fall jacket and baseball hat I decided that I would postpone my date with oatmeal raisin cookie and instead return to my home.

The telltale signs of fall have been in the air. Flocks of Canadian Geese along with other migratory birds have been filling the air. I love the sound of the geese honking across the sky. Even though I prefer warmer weather I love this annual procession to winter in Western New York.