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Sunday, October 25, 2020

Poem of the Week :

A Ballad: The Lake of the Dismal Swamp

Written at Norfolk, in Virginia

“They made her a grave, too cold and damp
For a soul so warm and true;
And she’s gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp,
Where, all night long, by a fire-fly lamp,
She paddles her white canoe.

“And her fire-fly lamp I soon shall see,
And her paddle I soon shall hear;
Long and loving our life shall be,
And I’ll hide the maid in a cypress tree,
When the footstep of death is near.”

Away to the Dismal Swamp he speeds—
His path was rugged and sore,
Through tangled juniper, beds of reeds,
Through many a fen where the serpent feeds,
And man never trod before.

And when on the earth he sunk to sleep,
If slumber his eyelids knew,
He lay where the deadly vine doth weep
Its venomous tear and nightly steep
The flesh with blistering dew!

And near him the she-wolf stirr’d the brake,
And the copper-snake breath’d in his ear,
Till he starting cried, from his dream awake,
“Oh! when shall I see the dusky Lake,
And the white canoe of my dear?”

He saw the Lake, and a meteor bright
Quick over its surface play’d—
“Welcome,” he said, “my dear one’s light!”
And the dim shore echoed for many a night
The name of the death-cold maid.

Till he hollow’d a boat of the birchen bark,
Which carried him off from shore;
Far, far he follow’d the meteor spark,
The wind was high and the clouds were dark,
And the boat return’d no more.

But oft, from the Indian hunter’s camp,
This lover and maid so true 
Are seen at the hour of midnight damp
To cross the Lake by a fire-fly lamp, 
And paddle their white canoe!

HT: Poetry Foundation

 

Thursday, March 19, 2020

Happy Feast of St. Joseph!



Limbo
By Sr. Mary Ada

The ancient greyness shifted
Suddenly and thinned
Like mist upon the moors
Before a wind.
An old, old prophet lifted
A shining face and said :
“He will be coming soon.
The Son of God is dead;
He died this afternoon.”

A murmurous excitement stirred
All souls.
They wondered if they dreamed ---
Save one old man who seemed
Not even to have heard.

And Moses standing,
Hushed them all to ask
If any had a welcome song prepared.
If not, would David take the task?
And if they cared
Could not the three young children sing
The Benedicite, the canticle of praise
They made when God kept them from perishing
In the fiery blaze?

A breath of spring surprised them,
Stilling Moses’ words.
No one could speak, remembering
The first fresh flowers,
The little singing birds.
Still others thought of fields new ploughed
Or apple trees
All blossom-boughed.
Or some, the way a dried bed fills
With water
Laughing down green hills.
The fisherfolk dreamed of the foam
On bright blue seas.
The one old man who had not stirred
Remembered home.

And there He was
Splendid as the morning sun and fair
As only God is fair.
And they, confused with joy,
Knelt to adore
Seeing that he wore
Five crimson stars
He never had before.

No canticle at all was sung.
None toned a psalm, or raised a greeting song.
A silent man alone
Of all that throng
Found tongue ----
Not any other.
Close to His heart
When the embrace was done,
Old Joseph said,
“How is Your Mother,
How is Your Mother, Son?”

Sunday, November 24, 2019

Poem of the Week: Love (III)

Love (III)

 
Love bade me welcome. Yet my soul drew back
                              Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
                             From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,
                             If I lacked any thing.
 
A guest, I answered, worthy to be here:
                             Love said, You shall be he.
I the unkind, ungrateful? Ah my dear,
                             I cannot look on thee.
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
                             Who made the eyes but I?
 
Truth Lord, but I have marred them: let my shame
                             Go where it doth deserve.
And know you not, says Love, who bore the blame?
                             My dear, then I will serve.
You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat:
                             So I did sit and eat.

HT: Poetry Foundation

Monday, November 4, 2019

Welcome to November


 We went directly from highs in the low 70s in October to our first frost and a high of 55 on the first of November!

But it was a lovely All Saints.  We went to Mass together, and ate lots of candy while listening to fun stories about random saints.

 All Souls Day was crowded! 

We made it to Mass again, then Choclo and Oob helped the younger Scouts go door to door Scouting for Food.

Then it was off to the cemetery to decorate graves, pray for our dear ones and tell stories about those who have gone before us.

Then Leena and I set up the flowers and candles for our parish's Rite of Remembrance.

This is a lovely Mass for all the people who have been buried from Holy Redeemer in the past year.

The families come and each light a candle and receive a flower.  There's an extra candle for those we lost who were buried elsewhere.

The arrangement stays up over the weekend to remind everyone to pray for our departed, then the families get to keep the candle with their loved one's name.

I HAVE RETURNED!
 From the Sublime to the Ridiculous...

We took down all of the Halloween decorations and brought up

THE GLORIOUS TURKEY!!

Thursday, August 8, 2019

Guest Blog by The Emperor: Massawepie Round 2

Welcome to Part Two of Two, the part of the Massawepie story where I actually tell you about Massawepie!

Sunday morning, after Mass, we got to camp and unloaded. While doing so, Choclo, who was wearing sandals, cut his foot on a branch. We patched it up, thinking nothing of it, and went off to the MedCheck & Swim Tests, which are always the first two things in any summer camp.

But a surprise awaited us at MedCheck. They looked at Choclo’s foot and decided that he couldn’t swim that week (swimming was in a lake, not a pool). He was signed up for the swimming merit badge for his first two periods out of six, so obviously, he would have to be reassigned.

We went down to the lake and did our swim tests (all but him), finished unpacking, and had the
somewhat insubstantial meal the dining hall served. It was by far the loudest dining hall any of us had ever been in.

They kept us busy all day long, but at the end of the day was the “Drop/Add” session, where we tried to change Choclo’s Swimming badge. It was then that we learned Choclo was not, in fact, signed up for swimming. In fact, none of the boys were signed up for anything at all.

 They had received our order & sent a receipt, but hadn’t put any boys into
any actual merit badge classes. We had to sign the boys up for whatever was still open, stuffing them into already-overstuffed classes, whether they had requested them or not. The situation was not ideal, but there it was, and we had no choice but accept it.

 

Once it was there, though, it wasn’t so bad. Alex, our Assistant SPL, was put into a class of Swimming & Water Rescue, which is a certification rather than a merit badge, but that suited him just fine, as it gives him an edge in lifeguarding or even working at another summer camp in the future. 


The other boys were given between four and six merit badge classes each, ranging from canoeing and shotgun to white-border badges necessary for the Eagle rank, such as cooking and First Aid. During their regular classes, our scouts completed 33 merit badges and earned 11 partials.

One of the most exciting things about Massawepie was its “open program,” which encouraged scouts to come during their free time and try to earn extra merit badges. Our seven boys who participated in open program got 17 badges in chess, fingerprinting, scouting heritage, fishing, and collections, as well as two partials (which will likely be finished by August 20) in plant science.





Between the regular and open programs, then, the nine boys in Troop 740 earned an astonishing 50 merit badges and 13 partials. Oob, earned nine badges and four partials on his own, while Choclo, earned seven badges and three partials.

Now, there were two natural hazards to get around at Massawepie. The first were the mosquitos. Here in Maryland, our mosquitos obey the laws of chemistry and physics—if you wear DEET or burn a citronella candle, the beasts generally stay away; if not, you get bit by the nigh-invisible critters. Up north, it’s a bit reversed. No matter how much DEET, citronella, or other chemical you used, these particular mosquitos went right on attacking. And they were large. So large, in fact, that when they landed on you, you could feel it, and believe me, you could see them, too. The advantage to this is that their bulk made them so slow that you could hit them about 75-80% of the time. The bad point was that there was just nothing you could do to get rid of them.

The second hazard was the night time. It got cold—much colder than I was expecting, anyway. Here it was, July, yet one night it got down to 38 degrees Fahrenheit. I almost needed to put my sleeping bag in a sleeping bag, that night. (It did warm up after that.)

There were a few other shining points here and there, like Juan’s perfect model rocket flight on Friday morning, Ian’s painting of a troop sign to hang in the dining hall, D.C.’s gathering a crowd for his accordion performance, Alex’s eventual certification in Swimming & Water Rescue, and our roaring rendition of “Going over the Sea” (complete with rocking canoe) for the skit, but the week eventually came to an end, as all things must. We packed up and returned to Tupper Lake for their special Woodsmans’ Day celebration.

There, we saw a parade I’d wager very few Marylanders have seen the likes of. For an hour and fifteen minutes, trucks (many of them logging trucks), cars, motorcycles, and even bagpipers came parading by, tossing double-handfuls of candy by the roadside at any kids they saw, including our scout troop. We ended up leaving piles strewn on the street; there was simply too much to pick up! Each boy ended up with perhaps a pound of free candy in his pocket, as well as a lot of laughter.

We then walked down to the Woodsman’s Day Festival itself, the main attraction of which was chainsaw art: wood carvings, made by chainsaw, everything from owls to bears to manta rays. Several people took selfies with Groot.

After getting back on the road, our final stop before Chenango Valley State Park was a funny little hotel, at the back of which was a steep slope of shale. But this shale was special: it was full of fossils from the Denovian era. Each boy was able to pick out several rocks with fossils ranging from ancient clams and snails to plant life. One even found a trilobite!

We basically collapsed at Chenango Valley State Park, then drove a couple of hours to a nice little
church for Mass. Well, it was nicer than we thought—they all insisted that we share breakfast with them, and we shared quite a nice conversation about scouting.

We even turned out to know some friends of one of them, and by coincidence, we had spent summer camp 2018 at their local summer camp, Bashore, a convenient conversation point. All told, it served as an excellent break for the Sunday drive back home.

It was the longest campout many of the boys had ever gone on. For some, it will be the longest campout they’ll ever go on. It was a multi-faceted adventure. It was alternately exhilarating and exhausting. And it was an unforgettable success.--

Thursday, July 25, 2019

All the Things Part 2: Room Switch and NJ

 At the tail end of June, Mxyl, Klenda, and Zorg returned from North Dakota (to a hero's welcome).

Three days later, The Emperor, Choclo, and Oob set off on an epic two week camping adventure to the wilds of northern New York, near Canada.  More on that in another post.

What did the rest of us do while they were gone?

Watched Pride and Prejudice.  Then watched Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.  Definitely the most horror like movie I've ever watched willingly, but a lot of fun with the oldest four!


And then we pulled the whole house apart.


The big project for the summer was updating the kitchen.

Shortly after that was underway, my Dad took a turn for the worse and we realized that my parents might need to move in with us on short notice.

In a bit less than two weeks, we completely emptied and resorted the office, the chapel, and the guest room, and redid the whole kitchen!

 The new chapel (old office) looks like this.

That's a monstrance in the center of the main altar.




This room would be my parents' living room



The guest room is the same (except, you know, the closets are empty and you can use the bed and see the floor).

There's also a small bathroom attached.

This would be my parents' bedroom.
 The new office (old chapel) is on the bottom floor, and is large enough for 4 desks.

We have Klenda's desk, then Lenna's, Zorg's, and mine.

And it still fits all the homeschool stuff and art supplies!

We also resorted the museum to make space for a small office for my folks, although we'd likely have to share that room. We need a certain amount of storage on the main floor and, currently, Klenda is using it to paint.


Near the middle of those crazy two weeks, I went off for a quick visit to New Jersey. Which seems a bit crazy now that I write it down.

My dad was a tiny bit better.

The tomato plants in the coal buckets had turned into trees.

The lake was gorgeous!

One morning I heard what sounded like an irate chicken, but, looking out I found it to be this pileated woodpecker, or, as I like to call them now, a tree chicken.

And then I went home and finished up the kitchen before the boys came back!  I think I better put that in tomorrow's post.



Tuesday, March 5, 2019

Lent Video Retreat: Preparing for Lent

Lent with mostly teens is a bit different.  For one thing, there's less stuff pre made, Pinterest ready, or blogged about.  For another, teens are just more diverse in their interests, so it's harder to go prefab.

I've been binge listening to Fr. Mike Schmitz's podcasts, and he is a college chaplain.  Some of his stuff is specific to the college age group (different set of temptations when you live on campus), but a lot of his stuff is perfect for teens and, um, older people like me!

Also his stuff is super short (8 minutes is long for him) so it's easy to watch, say, at the start of a meal, and then jump into discussion.

Anyway, I was working out a list of 40 favorites from the podcasts, when I realized the videos had a different numbering system!  To avoid having to find the right one each time, I'm posting them here and dating the posts so they show up on the right day.  If this is in any way helpful to you also, you're welcome!  I'll also be doing my normal posting interspersed with these.

I'm also starting a day early!


Sunday, June 3, 2018

Poem of the Week: Invitation to Love

Invitation to Love
By Paul Laurence Dunbar 
Come when the nights are bright with stars
Or come when the moon is mellow;
Come when the sun his golden bars
Drops on the hay-field yellow.
Come in the twilight soft and gray,
Come in the night or come in the day,
Come, O love, whene’er you may,
And you are welcome, welcome.

You are sweet, O Love, dear Love,
You are soft as the nesting dove.
Come to my heart and bring it to rest
As the bird flies home to its welcome nest.

Come when my heart is full of grief
Or when my heart is merry;
Come with the falling of the leaf
Or with the redd’ning cherry.
Come when the year’s first blossom blows,
Come when the summer gleams and glows,
Come with the winter’s drifting snows,
And you are welcome, welcome.

HT: Poetry Foundation

Monday, January 1, 2018

On the Eighth Day of Christmas

The Zoomlians give to you: best wishes for a happy and blessed 2018!

And for extra fun: a post from Oob!

Today’s report: January first, morning.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Welcome, 2018! Goodbye, 2017! 
Indeed, I hope we can all have A happy new year. But WHAT a new year! (totally not a reference…) anyway, so the Zoomlians have been hard at work this morning, and having some fun along the way.
They opened presents! They changed the sheets! They took baths! (well, some didn’t need it.)
I wrote a post! Saying: “today’s report: ja-“ no wait… this morning, the Zoomlians wish you a happy new year (along with a merry Christmas season)! I also hope to get a afternoon and
Evening report soon. GOODBYE!!!

Blogkeepers note: Since the Zoomlians favorite (non religious) part of Christmas is giving presents, and since we like to open a present and then spend time enjoying it, we end up opening presents throughout most of the 12 days of Christmas.

For extra extra fun, here's an explanatory post along with pictures from 5 years ago today!

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Apple-ying Ourselves

 So, did I mention the kids picked 87 pounds of apples?  Five kinds: Fuji, Aztec Fuji, Sun Crisp, Jonagold, and Cameo.

When most people hear this, they respond in one of two ways. 

If they know me, they roll their eyes.



 If they don't, they ask what I am going to do with all those apples.

 It's a lot of apples.








So far: apple sauce, apple butter, apple dippers,  apple pie, apple fritters (which I totally cheated and used as "German Apple Fritters" for our immigrant food project in Awesome History), and we've just eaten a lot of apples!
We also have enjoyed giving away fresh picked apples to our friends and relations.

 And we'll have more apple sauce and possibly butter in our future, definitely more pies and dippers, probably apple cake and apple quick bread, pork and apples, and maybe apple fruit leather.

And we'll keep eating lots of apples!

Klenda made this beautiful caramel apple pie to welcome us home from NJ.
 And, evidently, art projects.  I was informed that this apple has the intelligence of a two year old child that can not speak.

The pear (also created without my knowledge, but by another child) has a similar intelligence level.

They also informed me that this particular apple and pear were "strange."

So now you know.

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Catching Up

 Welcome back!

We've been off being sick, finishing Lent, and celebrating Easter, but I think we're just about ready to get back in the saddle.  

If we can fit back into the saddle after the amount of chocolate consumed during the Easter octave.

So!  Things you might have missed!

Leena went on her Confirmation retreat!


It was lovely, and she is super excited about her Confirmation which is coming up next week!

Mxyl built a bat box for his Evolutionary Biology class!

This class, which features the Massive Biology Book of Epic Proportions (his description), was chosen when he needed a science to fulfill a graduation requirement.  He picked it because he was interested in the topic.

It's rigorous, even by my Biology major standards!

But he likes it, and he's doing amazingly well, even with the biochemistry bits.

He's the only art major in the class.

Homeschoolers! We take what we like because we like it!

Which makes us sound like pirates, actually. Arrrrrrrrrr!



In other news,  during the month we were down with pneumonia, Spring breezed in with flowery smiles, tossing her green gold hair.  We've been spending as much time as possible outside enjoying the garden!