The World of Grandpa Don
I tried to write "Touches" a couple weeks ago but it just wasn't there to be written. I set it aside for more productive things. Last Saturday the file was opened and re-read. Most of what was there was deleted and with the page thus unencumbered, the words came with ease. And so this week we have another offer of poetry from the pen of Grandpa Don. I invite you to read "Touches" It is not a new theme for me but one of the concepts of which I have previously written on this page. It goes with "being more kind than you need to be". You see, it is my firm and dedicated belief that it is the function and purpose of every human being to strive to make this a better world. That is our purpose in life on this earth. One of the ways to do that is to leave those with whom we come in contact with a warm feeling rather than with a scar. "Touches" is my 5th poem. In addition I have written other things in the form of articles and such some of which have been "published" in the parish bulletin or such. One was even published in a real book. I have placed a link in the heading of this page to the "From My Pen" pages. There isn't too much difference in these writings and the items found in the pages of "My Thoughts". I have been writing down my thoughts since starting this web site about 8 years ago and they are divided into a dozen categories. I don't expect everyone to agree with what I say and they are not presented as an argument or to convince others to adapt them, however, I will not be disappointed if you do. I present them just so you know what makes me do and say the things I do. I have also placed a link to "My Thoughts" at the top of the page.
The last part of Lewis' book, "God in the Dock", meaning God on trial, consists of letters he had written on various subjects. One of interest treats the subject of "just wars" and in particular who is supposed to judge if a war is justified. He uses the example of an executioner. The executioner is employed to carry out the sentence of a court, which is duly authorized to judge and proclaim sentence. The executioner carries out the sentence. He does not conduct an investigation and make judgments. And ... if an innocent person is executed, the fault is not his, but the court that convicted him. In the same manner, Governments are empowered to decide when to wage war, not the citizens. The government is supposed to use due judgment to insure that the war it initiates is proper and has been given the tools and information to make this judgment. Individual citizens are not qualified nor are they empowered to make such decisions. Maybe we can paraphrase Oliver Wendell Holmes and say that 'A great act of faith is when a man decides that he is not the government'. Yes, we can disagree with the government and if we do, we have the opportunity to replace the government at the next election. If I am not mistaken, we did that. For myself, I feel that since we have a representative form of government we make our decisions when we choose the people who represent us. It is then their job to run the government and I will not try to second guess them while they are doing their job. I am not qualified nor am I interested in telling them how to do their job. It is their job and I have other responsibilities. If not satisfied with the results, there will be another election. Besides, I don't want their job and all the responsibilities it entails. Some people want to do their job but will not accept the heavy responsibility that goes with it. Of course Oliver Wendell Holmes had it right also. There are things that God is and absolute wiz at and since he created everything we should not try to second guess Him. It is His place to be in charge of His creation. If I know my place, I will simply let Him know the I realize He is in charge and ask for guidance so that He and I are on the same path. ![]() Several weeks ago, I spoke of a breakfast meeting with Bill Busby and David Ehlert. Some photos were taken and Bill just sent me a copy of the one of Dave and me..I share it here with you. David is the handsome one on the left.
I was joined at Mass on Sunday by Dominick, Sarah and Bella. Afterward, they came to the house after picking up some lunch for themselves. They had offered to get something for me but I was planning a light repast in anticipation of a heavy meal later. Dominick and Bella remained at my house while Sarah went shopping.. Dan and Anne Marie soon arrived for a little family meeting. Tom was invited but due to the big South Side Irish parade, decided not to come for if he gave up the parking place at home it would not be there so he could return during the festivities. This parade is akin to Mardi Gras in the Morgan Park / Mount Greenwood area of Chicago. Even the Mayor of Dublin was there this year. My kids gathered so we all understood what I am about to do. I will not trouble you with details but you can learn about it at FHA. I am going to put my home to work for me. After a productive meeting Dan went home to his family and Anne Marie and I enjoyed Bella until Sarah returned. Even Mikey got to know her better while she was playing with Anne Marie on a blanket on the floor. My guests departed just in time for me to get ready to go to dinner and cards with the Halford's. Arriving at the appointed time and after a bit of chit-chat we were on our way to Louie's Steak house. Our meal, a delicious repast, was enjoyed in an almost private room. They had intended to go to The Old Barn but it has closed its doors. A notice posted on its door states that they have closed due to economic conditions. I remember when that establishment would admit no one without a reservation and they had an unlisted number. When you called you were asked who recommended them. You had to know a current customer in order to get in. In addition, when you knocked on the locked door, you were scrutinized through a small window in the door before it was unlocked. This was in the 1960's. To say that the owners were bigoted would be an understatement, but once inside it was always crowded and the food and service were exceptional. I understand that in the 1920's and 30's it had an even more unsavory reputation. More recently it lost its exclusiveness but the food and service were still very good. We will miss The Old Barn for its food and charm but not for the bigotry. After dinner at Louie's we returned to the Halford's for our Pinochle games and more conversation. It was as always, a delightful evening, putting a cap on a great day.
Monday was delightful. I took care of some business in the morning and sliced the thick piece of prim rib that I took home from Louie's into two thinner pieces, having one for lunch with spicy brown mustard on hearty rye bread. Delicious! After taking my annual March 16th shower I went to the foot doctor to have my feet pampered, a ritual repeated every 9 weeks. His office is very pleasant, the reception area and waiting room look more like a high end hotel lobby, with a fireplace, comfortable upholstered and leather chairs, wood floor with oriental rugs and attractive end tables. It is not only comfortable but makes one feel important, not like just another patient. Someone is being more kind than they need to be. Refreshed, I returned home to find some food containers at the back door. My grandsons had dropped them off so I could enjoy a bit of the corned beef and cabbage the Albano's had Sunday evening. There was also a voice mail message from my darling daughter telling me to look for the food and wondering where I had been. I called her back with thanks and explanations. With the temperature at 65, a bright warm sun and no wind, I pampered my palate and my spirit with a B&B in the gazebo. It was delightful. No jacket was needed, indeed it would have been too warm. Faith and be-gorey it was a day you might expect to see the leprechauns peeking from about the trees. However I did not have enough of the B&B for that. The corn beef, cabbage, boiled potatoes and carrots were great Monday evening for supper and I had enough to repeat the dinner on St Patrick's day. None of the Albano men eat cabbage but Anne Marie does, (she was raised right) and she knew I would like it. Meals like this are not found in the freezer section at the stores so I always enjoy them. But again, if it were not for the invention of the microwave, I could not survive.
In one of my first classes when I entered St. Leo High School, run by the Christian Brothers of Ireland, Brother O'Hara told us. "If we weren't Irish by birth, (he pronounced it "barth") we would be Irish by indoctrination by the time we left there." And so, it is for that I am Irish this day, assuming the name O'Plefka, and have the right and duty to celebrate St. Patrick's Day. Besides, Ann's Dad, Harry Lawler, brought Irish to the family and the red hair to go with it even though It was white by the time I knew him. He was known a "Red" to family and friends because of the color of his hair in his youth. Then too, my granddaughters Caitlin and Kelley appear to be more Irish than anything else and although they are a grand mixture, the Irish seems to stand out contributed from both their maternal grandparents as well as a bit from the Lawler contribution from their father's side. I also have no doubt that way back in my ancestral line there must have been some Scotch/Irish contribution to the Copeland clan. And so, I beg to claim the right to celebrate on this March 17 for no other reason than the fine Irish tradition of celebrating when any reason at all is found. There are some poor souls who go about in doom and gloom, always complaining and never celebrating. I can only presume that these unfortunates have no Irish blood in their veins at all. They have been cursed by some sin of their ancestors and are to be pitied. It is indeed fortunate that the Irish seafarers and adventures have traveled far and wide seeking to spread their joyous traditions and heritage all across this world. I am sure the world is in debt to them and is a much better place for their being here ... and there. God made Ireland ... a little bit of Heaven ... but He made it too small to contain all the good souls born there and they have spilled out all over the world. And so, I pray that the sun is always upon your face and the shadows are always behind you, and may you always have friends to share your joy and a toast to good health. And in the end, may you be two days in Heaven before the devil knows you're dead.
I heard a very profound truism by a market analyst on MSNBC ... "We are now realizing that you can not borrow our way to prosperity". No further comment is necessary. I have finished reading the C.S. Lewis book, "God in the Dock". ( God on Trial) I may have mentioned that some of it was over my head mostly due to references to other English authors and his frequent use of quotations from classic literature, in which, I am afraid, I am woefully deficient. However, there were parts that I did understand and parts which were very enlightening for me. I was surprised to discover that the Anglican Church was considering a proposal to create a commission to confer Sainthood to disserving deceased members, something that they have criticized in the Church of Rome. Lewis was against the proposal. For myself, I think the our Catholic practice of conferring sainthood is rather presumptuous and would prefer to see us recognize people as Saints. But ... I am not in charge and have no say in the matter so it will be left to those who are in authority. The warm weather of St. Patrick's Day prompted to have an afternoon coffee in the gazebo along with the first two chapters of Lewis' "The Abolition of Man". In this series of lectures he speaks of the basic laws of behavior included as precepts of all ancient cultures and modern main line religions and that these laws are imbedded in each of us as our conscience. He has spoken of it in other books. He contends that God has given us these laws and that they are in our very nature. Of course when man rejects God's rules and decides his conscience must be retrained to reject what God has put there he suppresses the "natural" laws and substitutes his own. We, in effect, try to become our own god. I don't know yet what Lewis will say about this in the next chapter of the book and am anxious to discover what it is. For my part, I suspect that because our God given conscience is part of our genetic structure, it can never be completely suppressed. Suppressing or defying it could lead to guilt and depression, ... certainly not happiness. This belief is reinforced by the fact that happiness is attained by fulfilling our real and legitimate needs and distorting our conscience leads to the creation of false needs and unfulfilling wants. An email came from Don Hall in Canada. It is Don who has been sending the reflections and photos for the school's D.R.E.A.M.S. project. An an awesome undertaking it is! I recently told him that I could not put more of the items on this website due to space limitations and suggested that they should have a web site of their own. Well, check out D.R.E.A.M.S. Great web site Don and a fantastic demonstration of Christian charity as well as a great way to teach the youth what is means to be much more kind than we need to be. It only took two days to read The Abolition of Man. Maybe I like C.S. Lewis so much because we agree in principal on many subjects. He was of course more educated by far and had a superior command of the English language as well as Latin, Greek and several others. I am edified in the fact that such a learned man and I agree so much. In the final chapter of this book he says, "I am very doubtful whether history shows us one example of a man who, having stepped outside traditional morality and attained power, has used that power benevolently." He, by "traditional morality" was referring to the basic morality of conscience which God has instilled in humanity. As I understand Him, he is telling us that as we try to substitute our own morality for that which God has given us we are destroying our own humanity. In effect we are trying to replace God with ourselves and since we were not created to be a god, we are destroying what we were supposed to be. We are abolishing humanity as God created it. In this book, Lewis points out that we equate the progress in technology and the "new morality" to our mastery over nature and he points out that there are things in nature with which we should not tamper. Our conscience is one of them. He goes so far as to question the use of contraceptives because they remove the possibility of life from people who may otherwise have lived in the future. I had never considered that and prefer not to make that judgment. I have started to go through the appendix of the book where Lewis lists some of the references from various religions and cultures of the past that support the theory of a common and universal code of conduct. This in itself is fascinating.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Stephan Kisel, husband of Kathy Barilla (daughter of Rita [Copeland] and John Barilla). May there be many more birthdays and may life be kind to you and yours. My local government sent tax money back. I received a check for $241 from the Village of Orland Park on Wednesday. In past years the tax refund had been 100% if the Village property tax but this year it was 83% of what we paid. I won't complain. They can do that because we have a very large retail base here and the sales tax revenues provide substantial support for our local government. The nice thing about that is that a lot of the money that is spent here comes from outside the village. The downside is that our roadways are crowded with the shoppers coming into town to spend their money. All the main intersections are being upgraded to five lanes of traffic, a right turn lane, two through lanes and two left turn lanes. I suppose that is progress. My Thursday began with dropping off Mikey for his bi-weekly bath on my way to Bible study where we finished the study of the Passion and Resurrection. I am sure we will all see the liturgies of Holy Week in an expanded light this year as a result of this study. When I picked up Mikey, a dog was raising a ruckus in the back and Paula explained that it was Sampson, the Albano pup, protesting that he wanted to do home with Mikey. Poor thing would need to wait for Joe to finish his last class. After lunch I got my papers together for the scheduled meeting with the councilor, the first (required) step.in applying for my Reverse Mortgage. Dan picked me up at 2:30 and we went to the office for our appointment. Dan was there as a representative of his brother and sister because I wanted them to be aware of what I am doing. The hour and a quarter meeting was pleasant and more of a formality than anything else. It may be useful and even necessary for someone who is ignorant of their own finances. Our councilor promised to fax the certificate of completion to the Bank immediately after we left. Dan noticed the little note on the certificate that said "Fee Waived". Surprise! We questioned our good fortune and were told that because of a dispute over who should be responsible for paying the fee, HUD had instructed the councilors (just in the last couple days) not to charge the fee although they are obliged to provide the service. Isn't our Federal Government wonderful! Not logical, but wonderful. Dan and I stopped at Ashford House for a pleasant light dinner and when I checked my phone found a voice mail from Carolyn at Bank of America. She had received the certificate and said we could now proceed with the phone application. A return call was made and she took a lot of information for the application. At one point she had another person join the conversation. It seems that they now have a policy that requires a witness to some of the questions and answers in an effort to eliminate fraud. The application will be expressed to me and after I have reviewed it and added certain documentation, they will have someone come to my house and I will sign it in their presence so it can be processed. The temperatures are in the "normal" range but 70's are expected in a few days again. We also expect rain but I hope I will be able to get out in the yard to do some cleanup. (Mikey, you know.) Jean Dean sent a recipe for Cabbage Stroganoff. It sounds wonderful. Then she sent one for baking bread.
3 cups of self-rising flour (buy the
specialty flour) Wow, I'll bet that even I could bake that bread! Should I take up baking or stick to poetry? Maybe it is spring or any one of the many things that is happening around me but I feel invigorated. I am reminded of an old radio skit in which the straight man tells the comedian, "You seem very effervescent today." The reply, in a German accident ... "Did you ever see me when I effer vasant?" Spring has sprung and the world is in renewal. So we should also be in renewal. I feel renewed and reinvigorated. I pray that you are also.
Grandpa Don
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