Today is the traditional feast of St. Stanislaus Koska-a big day around here as St. Stanilaus is the the name saint of my father and coincidentally (or maybe not) his day of burial. How an Irish boy born in Boston in 1920 was given is Polish name is a family mystery which has several proposed solutions, but none completely satisfactory.
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This past weekend was my college reunion. I didn't go to any of the formal events, but did sneak down to Charleston Saturday night for a cookout at a classmate's house. Several of the guys were there. I had missed the last two reunions (probably because babies were being born around then), so I hadn't seen some of these friends in many years. Mostly we haven't changed much except for putting on various amounts of extra pounds and thinning hair. It was good to see these guys. Of course we all promised to do better keeping up with each other. Don't know if it will happen past Christmas cards.
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Still working on our kitchen floor. We found a pine floor under all the other floors. Now we just have to liberate it from the glue/tar which secured the first linoleum floor. Sanding would take forever and would gum up the paper constantly. Pouring water on it seems to disolve the glue, but it is very messy-but perhaps the only way to go. Any ideas would be welcome...
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At Mass this weekend, Father talked about how sometimes it is better to receive than to give: he related the story about how a beggar was determined to give something to Mother Teresa as so many others have. So he begged all day and then came to Mother Teresa with his days' work and offered it to her. She didn't want to take it, but decided she should in order to avoid hurting his feelings. The joy the beggar had when she accepted his gift was overwhelming.
I remember a priest in MA telling me one time that his father taught him never to turn down a gift-no matter how much you didn't want it; that it is a charity to be able to accept gifts graciously. This last I have never been good at. (Pride maybe?) This has been one of the lessons of the past couple years.
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