President Trump resigns..

What if President Trump was given, what he thought was a Presidential Order he had ordered but in reality it was a Letter of Resignation from the office of the President.

I for one believe he is illiterate. Given a prepared Presidential Order with enough text,  and big words not only wouldn’t he read it. He couldn’t read it.

Mission accomplished.

Sometimes the simplest ways are the best.

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Paying your dues…

A rock polisher tumbling the rock, sounding like a jackhammer, breaking up concrete.

But turning that rock into a jewel.

My Mom used to say, “Sometimes you need a slap to appreciate a kiss” .

Life is like that, slapping people around.

Just like Mom said , I now appreciate a kiss.

Hail Women

Hail Women, full of life.

We are with thee,

we are all here to care for each other.

Blessed are all Women.

And blessed is all life that comes from their wombs, all children.

Holy Women, Mothers of Love, stay with us pray for us always and ever through death and ever after, woman.

 

 

 

 

While I was chasing my last Cherrio around the bowl….

I was reading the autobiography of Alan Arkin, such a great actor. Anyway at the very end of the introduction he explains talking to Madeline Kahn about how she chose acting as a career as she had many extrodinary talents that would have assured her success in other fields. Her response to him was she didn’t want to be an actor or be a role, or be an Opera singer or a gifted Pianist, she wanted to BE the Music. What Alan Arkin states is that this was revelation to him, all his life, studying acting, voice, theatre all his life he struggled to fill this vast need in himself that Kahn answered with his question to her about how did she choose her career.

We don’t want to DO a profession, we want to BE that passion. Like Kahn said, I don’t want to do the music, I want to BE the music.

The 5th Annual John D. Buskirk Golf Outing

For a wonderful time with friends family and lots of good food come to the 5th Annual John D. Buskirk Golf Outing at;

Geneva on the Lake Municipal Golf Course at 2pm Saturday June 21st
http://www.gotlgolf.com/

4902 Al Mraz Dr.
Geneva-on-the-Lake, Ohio 44041

440-466-8797

Its $75.00 for golfing and a superb Steak dinner or $20.00 for the dinner.

What: 18 holes of golf with a beer/soda cart servicing the players and Hot Dogs on the turn at the 9th and a wonderful Steak dinner waiting for you at the Pavillion on-site after. Dinner only starts at 6pm and is $20, there will be doorprizes and a great time had by all! You can send your reservations to;

John Buskirk Golf Outing , P.O. Box 348, Geneva, Ohio 44041

Proceeds will go to the “John Buskirk Scholarship Fund”, to benefit kids in the Geneva area . Thanks for supporting this continuing legacy of Johnny’s to help out kids in Education and Sports.

More “Terms of Endearment”…

I was talking to my sister Marg and laughing so hard that I realized our conversation had the makings of a good article. When Margy and I and our seven other siblings were little my Mother’s terms of endearment went something like this…

“Close your beady little eyes and go to sleep.”

or

“Go to your room and don’t come out until you can be human.”

What was that? I’m no longer human? That one never ceased to amaze me. She made it clear that anyone who would lose their composure (man or child) was no longer human and couldn’t and wouldn’t be dealt with until they were.

I can also recall her saying ” You are enough to make the Saints drink!” or muttering when truly irate, “Jesusmaryandjoseph!” as if it were one word when repeated slowly acted in the same fashion as slowly counting to ten. She used that one a lot.

“Christ on a crutch!” another one. And last but not least, “You’d lose your head if it wasn’t attached!”.

So my visions as a child were the Pearly Gates wide open with Peter quite sloshed sitting around commisterating with all the other Saints ( Bernadette, Ignatius etc.) about what wild children we were, all the while I was searching for my head with it easily recongnizable beady little eyes… My Mom, Ma…

I miss her and would give anything to lay my little beady eyes on her now.

to the blessed virgin…

Dear One,

I find myself after each trial so thankfully talking to you. I find myself looking on my bedside table for your prayer I found in the local newspaper and covered with clear mailing tape so I could keep it there for years without fear of coffee or water or medicine stains harming it. It reads like this;

“PRAYER TO THE VIRGIN MARY (NEVER KNOWN TO FAIL)

Oh most beautiful flower of Mt. Carmel, fruitful vine, splendor of Heaven, blessed Mother of the Son of God, Immaculate Virgin, assist me in this my necessity. Oh star of the sea help me and show me herein you are my Mother. Oh Holy Mary, Mother of God, Queen of Heaven and Earth. I humbly beseech thee from the bottom of my heart to succor me in my necessity (make request). There are none that can withstand your power. Oh show me herein you are my Mother. Oh Mary, conceived without sin, pray for us who have recourse to thee ( say three times.) Holy Mary I place this cause in your hands (three times) Thank you for your mercy to me and mine. Amen.”

This prayer must be said for 3 days and after that the request will be granted. The prayer must be published.

I found this prayer in the local paper years ago and saying it and focusing on it has given me more comfort than I can express. I pray these words all the time now for I find it gives me great comfort when I think of all the ones that have passed I can see them sitting and talking and enjoying each other just as we do here sharing stories about their Mothers and Fathers and the rest of the family just as we do here. And when some really frightening things happen here (as they always will) I go back to this to find comfort in the eternal facts that we are born and we die but the spirit goes on. The troubles that happen here just cannot stop the waves of love the patience and the faithfulness that just is the love between us all. And in the end, my Mother was right…It all will really be O.K.

I see my Nephews and Mom and Dad, my brother in law Frank and all my Aunts and Uncles sitting about talking and laughing as if they were at a party at my Grandma Spellacy’s house. A mighty party, like my parents 25th anniversary party and Mac McAndrews is sitting in the basement at that old upright piano and they are all drinking and singing. My Aunt Marge is laughing and telling another funny story to My Godmother Liz and Ryan and Johnny are swapping stories about their Mothers and Fathers and laughing so. Kelly is still little and beating the pants off of a screaming Dolly Cox in a poker game, and I can see the joy of it all. And thats part of the “succor” that this prayer offers me. A chance to see things that I know in my heart to be true but things we can’t in this world with our eyes focused on the everyday.

We forget the eternal joy. So take a moment and just pray and then just laugh and remember the funniest times with all those guys…For if your heart can imagine these things in a place called home it really is just so. Visit once in awhile by praying and finding that joyous place in your heart and mind. Tell them how you love them and miss them and tell them to have a glass for you in joy. Because that’s just what they mean to you, joy. And have a safe and blessed Christmas and a New Year with filled with great memories and terrific love for those who surround you now. Peace and love and laughter to you all.

And Thank You to Our Lady, for her prayer gives us the time to remember.