Graphic of sun dressed as Santa


Two Indians watched the Pilgrims landing at Plymouth Rock, and one said to the other, “Well there goes the neighborhood.”

“Young man,” said Mr. Brown, “I have selected you for this job over scores of other applicants. You should regard that as a clear vote of confidence in your ability and your training. Work hard and this could be the start of a fine career.” The young man fidgeted for a moment and then answered, “Thanks, dad.”

People like to think that I and millions of other immigrants came to America because we thought that the streets were paved with gold. Many of us were happy enough to find that the streets were paved at all.

A young man wore a tee shirt with the words, I CLIMBED MT. HOOD. Standing next to him was a senior citizen wearing a tee shirt with the inscription, I CLIMBED OUT OF BED.

A senior citizen asked, “Is it okay to keeping tinting my hair light brown when my forty-eight-year-old daughter has decided to go gray?”

You’re probably a senior citizen if you use these words:


Thank you Lord for the world so sweet,
Thank you for the food we eat.
Thank you for the birds that sing,
Thank you, God, for everything.           Children’s Prayer

God, make my life a little flower
That giveth joy to all,
Content to bloom in native bower
Although its place be small.                  Matilda B. Edward

If any lift of mine may ease
The burden of another,
God give me love and care and strength
To help my ailing brother.                      Anonymous


Move toward a more balanced lifestyle.

The more possessions, the more worry.

If you doubt an action is just, don’t do it.


  1. Once there was a performance of Puccini’s opera Turandot in Rome. A stream of water circulated on the stage to form a little river over which there was constructed a small Chinese bridge. At one point in the opera Princess Turandot sings out “Mio nome e Amore!” which means “My name is love.” The tenor playing Prince Calaf is supposed to run over the bridge and embrace Turnadot. But he forgot so he tried to leap over the stream but instead he tripped and fell into the water.

    When I read this account to my wife, she commented, “What a klutz!”

  2. This reminds me of another bit of history when a man fell down. When I first became the Cathedral Curator, the former curator was not at all happy at being replaced by me. In fact he slandered my name around town on various occasions that I was informed about. Anyway one afternoon at the Cathedral I walked from the Michael Tower room into the doorway leading into the Vestibule.

    I saw the former curator standing by the small door to the stairwell leading to room above the Vestibule. With him were about four or five elderly ladies. I realized that he was taking them up to see the model of the Tabernacle. When he spotted me, he moved quickly toward me and hit me hard with his shoulder, slamming me into the teakwood door. Then he charged into the Michael Tower room and he soon discovered that I was leading a group tour of about 20 junior girl scouts. Most of them screamed in fear as this large man charged into them. He jumped and danced between the girls, finally falling to the stone floor. We stared at each other for several seconds, then he got up and returned to the ladies. Fortunately no children were injured.

    Yes friends, this is true. I guess that the former curator had a “senior moment” in which he may have hurt some innocent children.

    So let us be careful not to let our anger be expressed in such a way that the innocent are hurt. Let us be very careful with our spoken and written words and actions. I try to be and have been quiet about this story for a long time. But maybe we can learn some lessons from it about how not to behave in public. I have other bits of unpleasant Cathedral history in my memory that I may never reveal! Too painful.

  3. In the October/November issue of the AARP Magazine I read an article about a wife who was a caregiver to her husband who suffered from dementia. As he drifted away over the years she never abandoned him. She wrote: “Every morning and every evening, when we we’re alone, I whisper into Michael’s ear. That he is magnificent. He is brave. He is handsome and brilliant and kind. That I am so happy to be his wife. I tell him that he is safe and he is loved. He smiles.”

    I will comment that many people with Alzheimer’s disease and other forms of dementia are taken care of by family members but perhaps too many are just given over to professional caretakers. Family members may reason that taking care of mom or dad at home would interfere with their (the adult children’s) lifestyles. Yet those suffering from dementia are sentient human beings. They feel love and think, sometimes delusional thoughts, but the angels are with them, so maybe adult children ought to consider being so also. Let us be angels to those who suffer. “Lord, make my heart a place where angels sing!” (John Kerle) Let us sing lullabies to those who minds are a bit foggy, who are transitioning slowly into the spiritual world.


I took a piece of plastic clay
And idly fashioned it one day.
And as my fingers pressed it, still
It moved and yielded to my will.

I came again when days were past:
The bit of clay was hard at last.
The form I gave it still bore,
And I could fashion it no more!

I took a piece of living clay,
And gently pressed it day by day,
And molded with my power and art
A young child’s soft and yielding heart.

I came again when years had gone:
It was a man I looked upon.
He still that early impress bore,
And I could fashion it no more!            Anonymous


“All honor to him who shall win the prize” – The world has cried for a thousand years – But to him who tries and who fails and dies – I give great honor and glory and tears.

O great is the hero who wins a name – But greater many and many a time – Some pale-faced fellow who dies in shame – And lets God finish the thought sublime.

And great is the man with the sword undrawn – And good is the man who refrains from wine – But the man who fails and yet fights on – Lo! He is the twin-born brother of mine!

Joaquin Miller, 1841-1913


May 19, 1960 In the past week Carl Sandberg stopped off at Tokonoma, Sumney Town, at the studio of Fingal Rosenquist and posed for the finishing touches of his likeness to be cast in bronze.

June 8, 1961 The citizens of Bryn Athyn wish to thank Mr. and Mrs. Raymond Pitcairn for their invitation to come to Glencairn to see General and Mrs. Dwight D. Eisenhower and hear the General speak.

August 23, 1962 Mr. and Mrs. Carl Asplundh invite the adult members and friends of the Bryn Athyn Society to a Barn Party on Monday, September 3rd, from 8:30 p.m. to 12 at Fairway Farm. Casual dress.

February 21, 1963 Lt. G. Robert Martz, of Camp Geiber, N.C. was here for the weekend. Robert and another officer [in the Marine Corp] broke a record for the 50 mile hike on Wednesday of last week. The time was 9 hours 15 minutes for the 50 miles.


Thank you, Lord
for loving me
when I am my most
Give me love enough
to love others
as you love me.            Anonymous

Is it so small a thing – To have enjoyed the sun – To have lived light in the spring – To have loved – To have thought – to have done….?         - Mathew Arnold

O Lord God, we confess that we are sometimes deliberately unkind to other people. Forgive us and help us to show them your love.         - Anon

Oh, Jesus, ever with us stay – Make all our moments calm and bright – Chase the dark night of sin away – Shed o’er the world Thy holy light.         - 11th century Latin