One summer, there was a strange sort of seed that blew or somehow migrated into our backyard. The weeds that grew from those seeds grew into very tall weeds. The weeds were so tall and there were so many of them that the kids created a maze from them. I couldn’t see the kids or the tops of their heads when they played in that maze! I think Rebecca was about ten, so Rachel would have been nine and Joel five. They had so much fun playing out there. Dad finally mowed them all down with his little tractor, and I secretly hoped they would return the following summer. But they did not, and they never returned after that.
I’m reading Peter Kreeft’s book, “Catholics and Protestants: What Can We Learn from Each Other?” So many gems and great discussion starters here. I think it will be a great help to both sides. Kreeft is a convert to the Catholic Church, from Presbyterianism. It might be tempting for Protestants to think he is going to be very partisan, and to make a case against Protestantism, but he doesn’t do that. Among other things, he describes what is excellent in Protestantism, and how (some, perhaps many) Catholics need it. He is rather critical of the Catholic Church for not doing a good enough job emphasizing the need for a personal relationship with Christ, but he does not downplay what the Catholic Church brings to the table.
Probably the most important point he makes is to say that the issue of justification has been solved. In other words, Catholics and Protestants don’t believe differently about justification, even though we thought we did going all the way back to beginning of the Reformation. It was, in fact, the impetus for the Reformation. So the central issue that sparked the Reformation has been solved.
People of good will on both sides of the Catholic/Protestant divide will benefit from this book. At the very least, it can provide many talking points for people to use as spring boards for open and honest discussion.
I don’t know if this is too much of a grim topic, but I thought it might be good to list the places where family members are buried.
My dad is buried in the Riverside National Cemetery. His plot number is 14-404.
A few family members on my mom’s side are buried in Fairhaven Memorial Park in Santa Ana. Larry, my grandmother Mary, my grandfather George (they were divorced), and my aunt Laurie. She was their middle child, between Grandma and Auntie Joanie. She died at the age of nine from heart issues. I never knew her.
My great-aunt Esther and great-uncle Paul are buried in one of the Catholic cemeteries in Los Angeles. Esther is Mary’s older sister. Ga (their mother, my great-grandmother) is buried in Corona del Mar. She died when I was 19. Her first husband is my great-grandfather from Ireland who died in the 1920s of TB. His name is Ferrell O’Biren (not sure of the spelling), and he is buried in a veteran’s cemetary somewhere. Grandma thought maybe in Riverside, but when I asked her if it was the same place as my dad, she said probably not since that cemetery is relatively new.
On my dad’s side, my grandmother and grandfather (Beatrice and Arthur, also divorced) are buried in OKC or thereabouts. Rebecca and I went to her funeral in the fall of 1994. I was pregnant with Joel. The pictures of Rebecca and Jessica (my cousin Teri Dawn’s daughter) were taken at that time. My dad has three sisters, two older and one younger than him. One of the older sisters, Helen, died in about 2002 of breast cancer. She was cremated and her ashes scattered in the mountains above Denver or thereabouts. Uncle Terry, Teri Dawn’s father and Aunt Jeannie’s husband, died in June of 2016. He is probably buried somewhere in OKC. I have a first cousin once removed, Pete Barber, who died suddenly in about 2010, I believe. He is one of Janice’s sons (Janice is one of my first cousins, one of Helen’s four daughters). I don’t know where he is buried. As of right now, all of my first cousins are still alive on both sides of the family.
Back in February while I was staying with my mom in Vegas for a few days, I had a dream about Jesus. He was standing in front of me, and I thought, “It is the Lord.” For some reason I didn’t associate his name with his face until I work up. But it was him. Nothing else happened that I can remember.
I spent the evening with Rachel and Alex on Sunday. We chatted about different things, and it turns out that Alex has never been to the Wild Animal Park. Rachel and I were incredulous at that, since it’s not far away. I took the kids there many, many times when they were growing up. I asked Rachel how many times she thinks we’ve been there and she said 100. I laughed and said, “It can’t be that many!” We did go a lot of times, but I don’t think it was 100. That would be ten times per year for ten years. Maybe it was 8 times per year for nine years, which would be 72–still a lot. Plus the times the girls went with the Girl Scouts. So I dunno… lots of times though.
We had a membership so it was super cheap to go. Lots of times we went when I was too worn out from homeschooling. It became a field trip, and we had lots of them. We also went to the Zoo and Balboa Park from time to time, but the Wild Animal Park was much closer to home. The food there was super expensive and not that great, so I’d pack a lunch for us to save money.
So many fun and interesting animals to see there. Was the bird show our favorite? Not sure but it was super cool.
We saw tigers, rhinos, giraffes, cheetahs, zebras, flamingos, and many others. It’s called the Safari Park now. The name was changed in 2010, I think. We are going to try to plan a trip out there soon so that Alex can see it. It will bring back a lot of wonderful memories.
One time, before the kids were born, Dad and Curtis and I lived together in a small house we all rented on York Drive in Vista. We were at the dinner table, talking about planting a garden. Somebody mentioned planting potatoes. Either Curtis or I asked a question about potato seeds. We might have asked what they look like or where you get them.
I don’t remember the exact question we asked, but whatever it was, Dad started laughing so hard! He thought it was the funniest question. Curtis and I just looked at each other. We didn’t understand what was so funny. He said that potatoes don’t have seeds, that you just cut up a potato and grow a new potato plant from it. We all laughed about it, and it became one of those inside jokes as years went on.
Even though potato plants can be started from cut up potatoes, and in general this is considered the better way to grow potato plants, I was never convinced that potatoes don’t have seeds. That just didn’t make sense to the way I understood basic botany. So I went along with the laughter but inside I always wondered.
My kids liked to play with Play-dough when they were little. One time, Rebecca made a shark with it. She showed it to us and we were very impressed. We made a big deal about it. It had a body and fins, including a dorsal fin. She did such a good job that I took a picture of her with it.
Then Rachel got a little jealous because Rebecca was getting so much praise for her shark. She tried to make a shark too, but… well… it didn’t turn out quite the same. It was more like a blob. I didn’t want her to feel bad, so we made a big deal about it and I took a picture of her with her “shark” too.
The pictures turned out really well, and we would look at them from time to time and smile at how adorable the girls were. They both look happy with their creations.
We had a lot of different kinds of animals while the kids were growing up. We had the “normal” ones, such as cats and a dog. Our dog, Annie, had three litters of puppies before I got her spayed. They were so adorable and the kids cried when we had to find them new homes.
We also had:
- Guinea pigs
- Hermit crabs
- A king snake (very briefly)
- Rabbits, not as pets, as food. That’s another story. 😦
- We took care of a ferret briefly. It belonged to a neighbor and had gotten loose in our yard.
I think having animals was good for the kids. I’m glad we lived on a piece of property that was big enough to make it work, .72 acres if I remember correctly. It is actually two lots with two different assessor’s parcel numbers. I always loved that property.
I didn’t love the structure of house, although I did appreciate the amount of work Dad put into it, and the quality of work he did. He is a craftsman and it shows. But the floorplan never sat well with me, and that aspect of the house was out of his control. There is only so much even a good craftsman can do, unless you tear the whole thing down and start from scratch.
But the land? Whole other story. I loved the land, which has mature trees, including mature fruit trees, and amazing views. We had vegetable gardens many years, and that was always fun. In the summer the kids loved to sit in the tomato patch and eat the tomatoes when they were ripe. The winter gardens did better than the spring/summer gardens, I think, because there was more rain, and fewer bugs and weeds. In the winter we planted lettuces, radishes, green peppers, spinach, broccoli, beets, onions (onion planting day is Nov. 10 in southern California). In the summer we planted corn, tomatoes, squash, green beans, radishes. We probably planted other things but I don’t remember what they are right now.
When she was a toddler, my eldest started to get very curious about pebbles, leaves, sticks, and any other small natural object that she could find. She would pick them up and put them into her diaper (I had forgotten this, but her dad reminded me of it the other night). Then when she got a little older, she would use one of her socks like a bag–she’d carry it around and put the little objects into it (I do remember this).
When she got a little older, she became interested in insects. We even had some preying mantises but I don’t remember how we obtained them. I think we ordered them through the mail? Not sure. But those were cool. We had all sorts of animals actually. She always liked the natural sciences.
One “Thanks be to God,” or one “Blessed be God,” in adversity, is worth more than a thousand thanksgivings in prosperity. –Father M. d’Avila
St. Bridget once received and bore patiently a succession of trials from various persons.. One of them made an insulting remark to her; another praised her in her presence, but complained of her in her absence; another calumniated her; another spoke ill of a servant of God, in her presence, to her great displeasure; one did her a grievous wrong, and she blessed her; one caused her a loss, and she prayed for her; and a seventh gave her false information of the death of her son, which she received with tranquillity and resignation. After all this, St. Agnes the Martyr appeared to her, bringing in her hand a most beautiful crown adorned with seven precious stones, telling her that they had been placed there by these seven persons.