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17 April 2009

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A flash back to the continuation of the Triduum ...The Cross

Good FridayThis is our church on Good Friday. The focus is on the wooden cross. The Altar is partially obscured by the blood red streamers cascading from above and spilling on to the Altar platform and then to the floor. The effect is dramatic and sobering. It reflects the theme of the event we remember on that day. Even the choir is not in its usual place behind the Altar but is seated off to the side. The chairs for the presider and deacon are moved to a place to the left of the big wooden cross. Our church was built with liturgies like this in mind with the first few rows of seats for the congregation moved out of the way to make room for the movement of people at the center of the space. We have a cantor with a voice that sounds like the Agnus Dei is coming from Heaven itself. I won't tell you about the liturgy itself. It was, for me, another religious experience. You had to be there! The Easter Cross

At the right is the church transformed as it would be for Easter except that the quarter panels of the Crucifix are clear crystal. ( I believe this photo was taken at Pentecost when the panels are red.) Lower poolAnother difference is that the wooden floor panels on the back of the Baptismal Font would have been removed for the Easter Vigil Mass (see left) so that new members can step down into the lower pool to be baptized. The Ambo (place of the scripture readings) is surrounded by flowers and the red banners have been replaced with white for the season which are suspended from a mobile above the Altar. Normally, the water of the Baptismal Font is bubbling up from the bottom, "Living Water" to be used to bless ourselves when entering the sacred space. The water overflows the rim of the upper pool to a lower pool.  Our church has the Crucifix at the entrance and the entire space is considered the Sanctuary as we gatherAltar around the Alter and the Ambo of the Word. The view at the right shows the relationship between the Altar and the Ambo both situated on the main axis of the room and indicating the equal importance of the Word and the Sacrifice. The liturgy for the Easter Vigil Mass is of course, the Liturgy of all Liturgies. There are readings from the First Testament from Genesis through Exodus and many more to remind us of the origins of our faith. There is the Gospel of John of the Resurrection. We bring into the darkened church, new fire and the Light of God. As usual, with the only light being from  the candles lit from the new fire, our Deacon Mike Kiley does a masterful job of singing the The Easter Proclamation  The Baptismal waters are blessed. A new member was Baptized, thoroughly drenched in the Grace of God, and then confirmed. But, words and pictures do not bring a religious experience. Again ... you have to be there. This is why I have made it my practice to be present and to be a part of every aspect of this three day liturgy. The clergy and staff together with hundreds of lay people bring liturgy at its best to our parish. I am very fortunate to be here. I could find many reasons to stay home during the evenings of the Triduum ... for me ... none of them good. For a more detailed description of this beautiful (two hour) Catholic liturgy See Easter Vigil Liturgy.



It is the heart which experiences God,
not the reason.

~ Blaise Pascal

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My Easter Sunday began with a relaxed morning which included my usual, but extended reflections, contemplating the three days of the Triduum and the events which were to unfold later in the day. A few things needed to be done to prepare for the arrival of  Jim & Peggy Cecora. Peggy had asked if she and my big brother could come for Easter dinner so they could meet Isabella. Yes, of course they could come and stay as long as they wanted but Bella would be in Detroit to have Easter with Sarah's family, many of whom have not met our little Bella.

When Peggy and Jim arrived after their 5-1/2 hour drive from the Land of  Cleve I let the settle in a bit before the 20 minute trip to the Albano's where we joined the festivities. My brother and Peggy were introduced to Ashley, Anthony's girl friend as well as to the members of Dominick's family in attendance, including his mother, sister and others. Dan, Karen, Kelsey and Ana were there also. Tom and Caitlin were on their way to a visit at Pomona College and Diane and Kelly had by then arrived in Denver to visit prospective colleges in that area. Dinner was great and Peggy & Jim had brought the deserts with them. It was a wonderful dinner and family gathering. We were the last to leave arriving back at my house to sit around the kitchen table to chat. At each visit with my brother I learn a little more of my Cecora/Lossner family. After Jim retired, Peggy and I went to the rec-room to watch a little TV and talk some more. It was 11 when we finally went to our rooms.

Monday morning Mikey had me up at 7 so I had my OJ and pills and a shortened time of reflection with my coffee before Peggy came down. Jim joined us as we were having coffee in the kitchen and more conversation ensued. We gathered ourselves up and had breakfast at Ashford house after which, my guests hit the highway heading east. I call them "guest" but they are defiantly family. They know that my home is their home and by now Peggy knows where everything is an helps herself. And if she doesn't know where something is she just finds it. They fit like an old shoe. That's family!

It was a wonderful Easter. What more can I say.

Monday afternoon was a time to update this page as well as making some corrections. (see below) Dinner was provided from the "care package" I took home from Easter dinner ... ham, sweet potatoes, vegetable casserole, all warmed in the microwave, and three layered Jell-O. Delicious. I saved a slice of cheese cake for a bed time snack.

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"Whenever you find yourself on the side of the
majority,
it is time to pause and reflect."

— Mark Twain

 

OOoops! An email came from John Prime. He had done a search for the poem "Rain on My Tin Hat" and found my web page where we claimed it as my fathers. The problem is that it was written by Medal of Honor recipient, Lt. John Hunter Wickersham of the 353rd Infantry Regiment, 89th Division, who died of mortal wounds in combat in 1918. He wrote the poem in a letter to his mother the day before he died. There was a flurry of emails between me, my sister Marilyn, the source of the poems, and John. Marilyn knew some of the stuff she found was written by our father and some was not. She had searched by title and thought she had them all sorted out. She had missed this particular poem in her search and now she searched again, using lines from the poems rather than just the titles and found two more that we misappropriated. I have kept the poems on the web site because I felt that they had been valued by our father and were probably inspiration for his own thoughts and poetry but I noted the actual authorship and our error. We are grateful to John Prime for correcting us on the one instance, thus prompting a recheck and correction on two others. We ask that if anyone finds similar, or any, errors on these pages to inform us as it is our intention to use the internet responsibly and to give credit where credit is due. I refer you to My Father Wrote ...

In the daily message from Frank Schober he sent a link that I really enjoyed. George Burns was a great entertainer as was his wife Gracie Allen. He was still entertaining in his mid 90's when he said he turned down a ten year entertainment contract with a Los Vegas Hotel because he wasn't sure they would be around that long. Anyway, visit "I Wish I was 18 Again"

For my part, as I have said before, I do not want to be 18 again. Even if I knew then what I know now, I am sure I would either make the same mistakes or a lot of new ones and I do not need to add to my mistakes. Besides, everything I did in the past, the good and the bad, led me to where I am now and I like where I am now. I wouldn't want to change a thing.

I hope I can continue to intersperse my ramblings on this page with pithy quotations. I had been getting them emailed to me daily from Covenant House, one of my favorite charities. Since they were from a wonderful Catholic organization I knew I could trust them to be accurate and meaningful but last week they stopped coming and there is no longer mention of them on their web site. I dashed off an email to them and am waiting to hear what happened to them. Maybe it was just too much work to provide them on a daily basis and they put their resources to better use. We shall see. In the mean time, I'll do the best I can to provide you with these little gems although I may need to reduce the quantity or dip into my stock of short statements of wisdom (?). ... as the following ...

 


 Marriage changes passion.
Suddenly you're in bed with a relative.


  

Obviously that is not from Covenant House and I do not endorse what it implies in what often occurs prior to marriage. It does remind me of the statement made by a child to a to a sibling  ... "Ma married Pa but we have to marry perfect strangers."

Tuesday evening my leftovers from Easter included ham, veggie casserole and potato casserole, a big change from the sweet potatoes of Monday. Oh yes, there was no more Jell-o left. I have been having hot cross buns for breakfast every morning, a gift from my big brother. My food bill this week will be almost nothing!   Wednesday evening's dinner was a repeat of Tuesday's. Thanks to the wonders of the microwave it was as good as the original sans the good company.

Thursday marked the return to Bible Study and the beginning of our consideration of Galatians and Romans. It fits right in with the book I am reading about Paul, Jesus and the Jewish beliefs and practices during the 1st Century. The Jewish people were trying desperately to retain their Identity under the rule of the Romans. Their living the Torah was more of an ethnic identity than a religion. But is was a way of life, not just a belief. And, it carried over to the early followers of Jesus who, of course were Jewish and had no desire to split from their heritage. We have a couple new members in this study group and it promises to be an interesting study.

I got an email from Marilyn Elbrecht (Prasse / Lossner) Zimmann, a newly discovered second cousin. When I first heard from her daughter I was confused thinking she was related to the Henry Zimmerman who was married to Cora Packard (1883- 1971) (My grandmother was a Packard) I wondered about the spelling of the name. Then I realized that Zimmann was her married name and there was no relationship there but rather through her parents. Elizabeth Lossner (b 1873) had married William Prasse and had a daughter, Lucille Henrietta Prasse. She and her husband  Elmer Theodore Elbrecht were Marilyn's parents. And of course, my mother was a Lossner. Don't worry, you don't need to remember all of that (even if you cared). I have a diagram of the entire relationship. However, one of the points of her email was that I said that the family lived in Euclid, Ohio. Wrong! It was South Euclid. Euclid is right on the shores of Lake Erie, the low lands while South Euclid is on the hill above. They are two distinct towns and not to be confused. I shall track down the page where I made the error and correct it.

When I went to Bible study I noticed a little white flag on my front lawn. My lawn guys must have come by on Wednesday and spread the spring fertilizer and weed treatment. It must be Spring! In the afternoon Thursday I made a circuit of the yard, picking up after Mikey. When I was through I sat on the swing for an hour, just soaking up the sun and reveling in the light breeze. This is more like it!


"Be the change you want to see in the world"
~ Gandhi
"A life worth living is a life lived for others"
~ Einstein
"We can do no great things
...only small things with great love"
~ Mother Teresa

 

All three of the above quotes were at the bottom of one email. They just seem to belong together so I passed them on together..Gandhi reminds us that we all want to live in a better world, an ideal world, but we find ourselves in what we often call :the "real world" implying that perfection is impractical. Well, it is if we don't try. But if we really want something better, there is no point in wishing for it, It is up to each of us to go ahead and try, ... pretend if necessary, ...  and live our ideals. And, Einstein reminds us that an ideal world is one in which people care for each other so the best way to enter this perfect world is to be aware of the needs of others, to respect them and their differences. We don't need to do great deeds to change the world. Mother Teresa reminds us that it is the small things that make a big difference, particularly done with love. Go ahead, be brave, change just a little bit of the world. We can make a difference.

I had one slice of ham left from Easter. No potatoes ... no veggies ... what to do? I buy single serving beans in microwavable containers. After warming the slice of ham, I zapped the beans for 45 seconds. Then I put liquid egg beaters in a small bowl and nuked it for 2 minutes. The three combined made a great supper. You have to coat the bowel with Pam or the eggs will stick and don't be afraid when they puff up over the edge, the hot air goes away as soon as the microwave shuts off. The secrete of prolonging the use of leftovers is that on the day of the event, the food is not left on the table during the conversation that follows the meal but is refrigerated while still warm. That is followed by keeping the time out of refrigeration to a bare minimum when preparing subsequent meals. One of my friends got sick on Easter leftovers on Thursday. I had no such problem but enjoyed it to the last bite.

Tom sent this:

"Just a quick note and some photos of Caitlin and my trip to Pomona College.

After Easter Mass Sunday morning, The Plefka family headed to the airport, with Diane and Kelly going to Denver to check out schools for Kelly next year ( their report to be turned in after they get back this coming weekend). Caitlin and I flew to Ontario, CA. and then a short drive to Claremont, CA. the home of Pomona College.

The College had an Admissions Day Program on Monday, which started with an outdoor sign-in and continental breakfast. As we were waiting for the start of the first of the many events of the day, a gentleman walked up to us and introduce himself, "Hi I'm David Oxtoby, President of the the College" This was the first of many times to come that day, that I thought this is not your normal college. After a welcome by the President and the Dean of Admissions, the students went to classes as they should, and the parents went to a question and answer session with first a faculty panel, and then a current student panel. That was followed with a sit down lunch with faculty and students mixed in at all the tables. In the afternoon we were brought back together with our kids so we could choose from a selection of tours of the academic and residential facilities. Following the tours and closings the day, they had a departmental open house in the main court yard. We met with the swim coach after going to check out the pool, and Caitlin stayed with a girl Monday night in the dorms, who is on the swim team. Caitlin then went to a lab with this girl on Tuesday, before I picked her up in the afternoon to go to the airport to go home.

I can know see why Caitlin can't wait to start classes next fall."

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"You only live once,
but if you do it right, once is enough"

— Mae West

 

Alex Kapocious sent a cartoon from the 1934 Sun-Times newspaper. Click on it to enlarge.

History Repeats

Alex also sent a new link to go on my "Inspiration" page. You can preview it here. The Secrete

I could add more to this page but I am running late. Suffice to say .... 

I am blest
I am  anointed
I am  overjoyed

  
Be more kind than you need to be 

Grandpa Don Plefka

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