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Home country: US
Current location: retired to MidWest
Member since: Mon Feb 18, 2013, 09:15 PM
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About Me

Still an ardent Irish-American Catholic damnYankee Yellow Dog Democrat socialist after all these years. (cue Simon music) Army brat and wife for many years, now have been on the loose far longer than I was married. After my two red chows died, I took in a mini-beagle cross that I named Molly Maguire, thinking she might need a good Irish name like my original real one. Later she got a baby sister, a smooth-coat JRT I named Brigid after the greatest of the ancient Celtic goddesses. My great-grandfather and his son fought for Michael Collins and barely made it out of Ireland one step ahead of John Bull. They slipped over to Wales for new identities and then forward to the States for a fresh start. That makes me second generation of illegal but certainly justified immigrants. There are precious few people to whose defense I fly immediately, but the list includes Hillary Clinton, President Barack Obama even when I disagree with him - it happens! - and living Irish patriots Gerry Adams and Martin \\\'Mind Your Kneecaps\\\' McGuiness. I pray earnestly for a united and free Ireland rescued from all official British occupation, with every square inch of alleged \\\'ancestral lands\\\' now held immorally and illegally by the invaders returned to the rightful owners. Irish-only rule for Ireland. No foreign masters anymore! I find it passing strange when Brits chide ME about \'interfering\' in Irish politics!

Journal Archives

Sad occasion but wonderful day.

I'm relieved that it's over, though, due to safety concerns. Nobody was getting searched at all entering the stadium, and it only takes one rogue to wreck havoc.

Or maybe there was security in place that we weren't told about.

Regardless, I'm glad so many leaders went, and I'll wish them all safe trips home. You must understand, I was at a tender but very aware age when we lost JFK and Bobby, and MLK. That's the double-edged sword of emotional attachments - if you love somebody who's targeted for violence, it's hard not to worry a lot.

Loved it.

I know a lot of people think it's silly of me, but I'm extremely fond of fine speeches. Even when the reach exceeds the grasp, we have to direct our dreams and efforts in the right direction or we'll never get anywhere.

Well, a person could get whiplash trying to keep up with THE most current PC on any

subject, and I don't hold at all with people who rile too easily. There's a nice way to let people know what we prefer and we should give them the benefit of doubt when possible. That said, and recognizing that my reach sometimes exceeds my grasp, way back then - in the 1980's - things were really bad. At least I've never been prone to yell, although I certainly know how. The grandmother comment didn't bother me; I thought it was amusing, given what I'd been enduring before and the fact that the kid was so sweet. And he did an excellent job helping me.

I'll say this much, too. Things have indeed improved a lot. It's probably always going to be worse in rural areas where that he-man/submissive woman dynamic still holds sway. I bellyache a lot about the local 'culture', but I've probably settled in as well as possible. Been here long enough to know which side of which feud I belong on.

I'm not surprised the Association has been disavowed,

But I don't think that's going to stop anybody.

Thanks for the great picture.

I'm not surprised St. Catherine's has grown. Before I left a town a few miles north was about to have a huge tomato packing plant built, and they would've used a lot of migrant workers, many of whom could've been expected to be Catholic. The town of Chino Valley itself had a huge residential development in the works also. I'm glad to see Fr. Fred's still busy. He's legally blind but never let that slow him down.

We might've been posting at the same time. Did you see my edit? Good story

about a man I admired very much. Somehow he always managed to have donuts for us after Sunday Mass. When we gathered in the social hall, first he'd bless the deserts and then turn to us and say w/o the hint of a smile, "I promise you, there are no more calories left in these donuts now. I banished every one."

Would you believe that sort of thing made some people at the big church furious? A priest is NOT supposed to lie! Well, I guess he wasn't supposed to joke either, and he was good at that too.

Weren't the Claretians of great help and support to the Frs. Berrigan?

I seem to recall. Might have it wrong. I knew a Claretian Fr. Fred LeClaire, and he was terribly fond of them. He's the one who gave me the church's official JPII portrait when Benedict came in.

He's also the one who got so tired of fussy plutocrats at the big church in the main town, and he quit and went to one of the smaller missions. Very poor people there. But when they needed something like office or sacrament supplies and couldn't afford them, he'd go back to the big church, let himself in the supply room, and take whatever the poor church needed. The new priest threatened to have him arrested, and he just said go ahead and try. It didn't stop Jesus and it won't stop me. That man had a fine temper, I'm telling you!

They certainly thought so.

Even as late as the 1990's.

I don't think younger men entirely realize how advanced they often are over the previous generations. When I was first on my own again, it was just the 1980's, but it took me a couple years to train the local hardware/home depot guys not to treat me like someone else's accessory at best, if they even bothered to notice a female customer. For instance, one time I spotted a middle aged clerk and started down the aisle toward him, waving to get his attention. He made eye contact, and then suddenly looked above and behind me, and said, "What can I help you with, sir?" Having gone through this far too often, I snapped, "I'm not a SIR! Do I look like a SIR?"

Poor guy stuttered and stammered that, well, he thought I was with the man behind me. Whereupon the man behind me tried to snag my clerk away from me! Didn't make it, I promise you.

Then there was the immense problem of when I told a male clerk what I wanted him to help me find. If it was some kind of tool or part, unless he'd met me before and knew how it infuriated me, he'd demand to know what it was for. I generally said it's for me! No, he meant what was I going to use it for. After all, he couldn't risk selling me the wrong item because then I'd be mad when it didn't work and I'd just bring it back - he was only trying to save me that unnecessary step!

Then I'd go on a tear about did he ask his MALE customers what they wanted a part or tool for? Of course not. So quit talking to me like I'm some dumbass broad who doesn't KNOW what she wants! Get it for me or the manager will! At which point he'd glare daggers at me because I didn't appreciate his superior intelligence and gallantry.

Eventually I learned to look for someone who didn't appear a day over 25. One time I complimented the young man for not being like his elders, for treating me like an adult instead of some idiot who wandered in out of the rain. He smiled and said, "No problem! I treat every female customer I meet just like she was my grandmother."

Well, I guess you can't have things both ways.

It shows so much real love and trust.

The rest of the picture's equally important; still, I'll crop it to feature those two.

There was another suitor who sought to win my heart and hand by lavish compliments,

which he polished off with a very poor reference to my good nature and uncomplicated demeanor when not crossed. He beamed at me and declared, "YOU'RE SIMPLE!"

I knew what he meant but it still didn't go down too well. Just hit me the wrong way somehow.
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