Cottage Blessings

For Lissa and Aunt Robertine

The continuation of Cottage Blessings is dedicated to my beautiful friend, Lissa, and in loving memory of my favorite blog reader and godmother, Aunt Robertine.  I do not know what will come of this return to blogging, but what I am hoping for is a permanent record of the joys of family life.

First, a major update is in order.  We happily announce the birth of our baby daughter, born just this past April. Here she is with the president and vice-president of her fan club.  The last time I posted here regularly, those two big girls were babies themselves. (That's Maureen on the right and Eileen on the left.)

The cottage door is open.  Thank you so much for coming in.

The balcony

Here is a photo from the balcony scene in The Front Lawn Players' production of Romeo and Juliet.  Did you know there is no balcony written into the original Shakespeare play?  The stage direction calls for Juliet to be at a window.  The famous balcony developed over time and may well be the most famous piece of scenery in all of Shakespeare!
 

Catholic Writers Conference

I had the honor of covering "The Word Made Flesh--A Day for Catholic Writers" for The Long Island Catholic.  Here is the story:

Catholic writers urged to use their talents to spread the faith

HUNTINGTON — More than 100 Catholic writers from all over Long Island and other parts of the country gathered at the Seminary of the Immaculate Conception here last Saturday for an innovative conference entitled, “The Word Made Flesh: A Day for Catholic Writers.” The event offered much hope for anyone who has scanned a library shelf wishing for wholesome literature or read a secular newspaper wondering why the Church as portrayed was so different from the one we know.

The conference was the brainchild of Lisa Mladinich, Catholic educator and author of “Be an Amazing Catechist: Inspire the Faith of Children,” to be released by Our Sunday Visitor in August. She, along with fellow catechist Peggy Clores and Alex Basile, chairman of the religion department of Kellenberg Memorial High School, planned the event to encourage writers to spread the faith and shine the light of truth through the written word. The day was meant not only for established authors, but for anyone who has ever put pen to paper — or fingers to keyboard — in the service of God.

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The Front Lawn Players present Romeo and Juliet (Part 1)

Last year, my mother passed away two weeks before The Front Lawn Players' production of As You Like It.  With daughters playing Rosalind, Celia, and Touchstone, there should have been a huge, picture-laden blog post afterward, but you can imagine I did not much feel like blogging at that time.  This year, they performed Romeo and Juliet with Alice (aka Agnes) playing the role of a lifetime.  Here are a few pictures for posterity.  And maybe, just maybe, I will post those As You Like It photos one of these days.

 

Juliet

 

Lady Capulet and the nurse discuss marriage plans for Juliet.

 

Lady Capulet introduces Paris to Juliet.

 

Romeo waits on the sidelines.

 

Juliet's cousin, Tybalt, is not too thrilled to see a Montague at the party.

    

But Lord Capulet doesn't want any trouble.

 

  Poor Paris doesn't stand a chance now.

Please click on the video twice to see the right hand side of the screen.

 
Juliet learns, to her grave dismay, that her love is a Montague.

[More to come, including the famous balcony scene.] 

  

Here and Now: June Long Island Catholic column

Not long ago, I came across a framed picture of the Blessed Mother while cleaning out the basement of my mother’s house. How perfectly I knew every detail of it — the sweet and gentle face of Our Lady, the rays of light streaming from her fingertips, and the snake crushed beneath her feet. When I was growing up, the image hung in my bedroom, but standing there in the dim storage room, my mind raced back to the day I first received it.

Years ago, on one of our family’s trips to Ireland, we stayed in a cottage rented to us by a couple who seemed old to me at the time. The place had everything a child could want, with a gate to swing on, a newborn brood of black kittens, and a friendly dog who trailed me wherever I went.

One evening, my mother and father brought me to a street fair in nearby Killarney. There was a dunking booth and vendors hawking chips with peas and vinegar. Game booths stuffed with prizes stood side by side, and, on the top shelf of one was that beautiful picture of the Blessed Mother. I was smitten and resolved to win it. The couple who rented us the cottage happened by and saw me hard at work. The wife smiled and said, “If you win, you will get that lovely dolly on the top shelf,” but I told her that I was hoping for the Blessed Mother. Do not ask me what the game itself was. It might have been a ring toss or a shooting contest or a game of strength with fat mallets, but the bottom line is that I spent all my pocket money to no avail. 

The next morning, I went out to feed the chickens and pay a visit to my kittens when to my delight the image of Our Lady was waiting for me, propped on a bench outside my door. It turned out the couple stayed after our family left the fair, and the husband played the game until he won my prize. The wife told my mother, “We thought it was so nice that your little girl wanted the picture of Our Lady.” 

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Another Confirmation in the Latin Rite

It seems like yesterday we were celebrating Agnes and Theresa's confirmation at the beautiful St. Agnes Cathedral in Rockville Centre, the center of our diocese here on Long Island.  Yesterday it was Clair's turn, and she had a perfect day.   Clair arrives at St. Agnes Cathedral.

 [Little sister Cecilia basks in the glow of her name saint while waiting for the ceremony to begin.]

Most of these girls were confirmed together last time around.  They were back yesterday to celebrate with younger brothers, sisters and friends.  Agnes (center, purple) had the honor of sponsoring her sister Clair.

 Interior view of St. Agnes Cathedral.

 Clair, center.

 

A beautiful group assembles with Bishop Murphy on the sun-drenched steps of the Cathedral.

Clair Margaret Grace Gunther poses for a picture with the bishop.

Our Lady of Grace, Clair's confirmation patron, pray for us!   
 
 
  

 

Haystack Full of Needles: Looking for Reviews

Quite some time ago, I collected reviews of "Haystack Full of Needles" on my book page.  (Please click here.)

Time and life being the way it is, I left off without completing the collection, but I had hoped to link to as many reviews as possible.  If you have ever reviewed the book on a blog or elsewhere, would you please send me the link so it can be added to the page?

Thank you so much!

Don't worry, help is on the way

Daddy: Rebecca, what are you doing up at this hour? Get back to bed.

Rebecca: But Daddy . . . .

Daddy: No buts, honey, get to bed.

Rebecca: But Cecilia needs you!

Daddy: She does?

Rebecca: Yes!

Daddy: Are you sure?

Rebecca: Yes, you'd better come!

Daddy (gets up and walks to the girls' room): Cecilia, what do you need?

Cecilia: I just wanted to ask you where Rebecca was.

The floodgates of mercy

My latest Long Island Catholic column is here in time for Divine Mercy Sunday.

The floodgates of mercy

Not very long ago, my teenage daughters and I went to see a Passion play at a local parish church. Stepping outside afterward, I could see that sixteen-year-old Allie’s cheeks were pale, and her mouth was stretched into a thin, little line.

“What’s the matter?” I asked her.

“I just embarrassed myself completely,” she whispered, half to me and half to her sister, Mary, who was walking alongside us. “How?” Mary wanted to know.

“Well,” Allie explained, blushing to recall the incident, “I was talking to one of the cast members and told her the show reminded me of ‘The Passion of the Christ.’”

“So?” Mary shrugged.

“So she said that she hated that movie and that it was anti-Semitic!” Allie winced to recall those last few words.

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Seventeen years